Oceanbreeze7 here!
I know, i know, i was SUPPOSED, to do a PJO fanfiction, but with the Harry Potter Movie comming out TODAY...i couldn't hep myself!
Pairings (Relationships): Not many if any. There may be slight LutainXNagini close to the end, do not expect any infatuation or love interest to be different from the books/movie.
Warnings: Some parts may be slightly graphic for young readers. I shall not be held responsible if writing is to strong or you do not feel comfortable to read. Viewer discretion is advised (I've always wanted to say that!) Some parts may have bad language, or blood. This is not intended for the weak hearted to read during Death Eater raids.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I however own the sole plot idea as well as a few creatures/characters such as Lutain and Skylar. I do not own the spells (even if you have not heard of them) They are the slightly altered word or combined words in the Latin language.
This is for a few questions people have about my story.
Will Harry Turn to the light again? NO! This story is made so Harry will NOT turn to the light again!
What was with the Horcrux thing in the first chapter? Well, JK Rowling has not given out the information on how to create a Horcrux, she has stated that she will, so i will fix it when it is released. For now, yes, Harry is a Horcrux, he IS the Boy-Who-Lives.
Will Harry turn out like A little Tom Riddle? This chapter will say what exactly happens. As far as you can tell, Yes. The difference between the two at this age, is that Tom Riddle was never aware of what happened to his family at that age. Harry however, is fully aware that his Parents didn't care for him, only for his stuck up brother. He also knows exactly what magic is, due to the reading he did in the manor. He knows that one can manipulate magic in his/her favor (Dumbledore) So he purposly works towords that. Yes, he is like Tom Riddle.
Who is Lutain? None of you have asked, but i'm sure it will come up. Lutain is the equivalent to Nagini. He is the companion and familiar of Harry, and no, he will not leave. I am sure that eventually, you will come to love him. He mostly calls Harry 'Master' but acts, at times, much like a child would, with the little play insults and jokes.
Here's the story!
"Lutain? Are you there?" Harry whispered, his voice being exchanged for dark hisses and spits. If anybody saw him…it was another visit to Madam Clover. He was near the spot Grass-Tongue once used to live in, her hole still stood, but….for another one.
A large black head poked out of the hole, looking up with intelligent eyes. His head itself was one and a half inches long, the sleek frame roughly three feet long made him look like a living death.
Too bad nobody knew about him.
It didn't take a wizard to tell the snake wasn't ordinary. From the long black fangs to the blood red tongue, or perhaps it was that the snake seemed to be darker than night itself.
"I am here master."
Harry smiled slightly, reaching down to let Lutain slither up his jacket sleeve, up to the warmth that he had.
Lutain was a Negro DiamondCross, an elusive species of viper. Only six wizards were ever known to tame one, and four of those died from its bite later on. The species was normally a pale white with a dust of grey, long purple fangs and a black mouth. With Lutain being a Negro version, the opposite of an albino, he was possibly the rarest snake in the wizarding world, excluding the strange hybrids wizards were creating nowadays.
Every year the orphanage moved to a new area for a 'vacation' in a way. A different place. Two years ago they went to a camp site, Harry of course, slept alone in a tiny single tent that was falling apart at the seams.
Last year, they visited a tiny meadow.
Where Lutain was found, hunkered down and starving, not used to the new habitat, as he had been smuggled in from Egypt for some money. That man had been quickly bitten and his corpse hid in the woods to rot. Lutain fled and came across the only thing close to his habitat, a tiny meadow. Harry heard his despite pleas for mercy to this 'Salazar' person, and helped him.
Lutain had stayed ever since.
"Have you spotted anything different?" Harry hissed, stroking his head very gently. Lutain seemed to rumble in his imitation of a purr as he coiled closer to Harry's arm for warmth.
"A female hatchling attempted to catch Mud-Jaw in town today." Lutain hissed back. Mud-Jaw was a sad excuse of a venomous cottonmouth or Water moccasin. Apparently, sometimes there were bad eggs in the Snake den. He had a habit of having….snake spasm-attacks. It was funny really, and the fact he had almost no venom in the strange disfigured jaw he had. The only reason Lutain stuck around was occasionally when he was with a few local Snakes, a little house pet would come, a tiny bite and the humans jumped to the idea that the other snake had committed the crime. Once, he even snagged a Toy Poodle from an unknowing muggle. One of Lutain's better catches.
"Oh?"
"Yesss, she had a frog she had apparently found in a ditch, plump little thing, practically bursssssting."
Lutain's 'S' were drawn out even more as he salivated, remembering his catch. Sure enough, a tiny bulge a foot from his head was all that was left of that poor little frog. Harry chuckled, gently rubbing Lutain's chin, and looked around.
Jimmy and Sarah were sitting under a near dead tree just inside the chain link fence. They had a small radio that hooked up to any local stations. The thing that attracted Harry was that suddenly the commenter screamed, then….silence.
"Did you hit a button Sar?"
"Not a thing Jimmy! Try another station!"
But it was all the same, the local stations were all dead.
"It's unlike the talking-box to grow silent in the presence of a hatchling."
Harry didn't bother to correct Lutain with his assumption of how a radio worked.
"No….it's hooked up locally, so something must have happened in the city."
Lutain halted for a moment before vanishing under the fence, barely visible through the thick weeds that suddenly sprang up in the open area where they could grow.
"Lutain?" Harry hissed in surprise, suddenly surprised before gathering his wits.
"Lutain! Get back here!" But no response came from the snake, for he had already vanished into the thick weeds and grasses that grew so dense.
Harry shook his head, getting to his feet and quickly walking towards the orphanage. Lutain would come back, he always did.
The screen door opened and Jennifer yelped, jumping aside. She was a new arrival, roughly thirteen year old, only came in last week. Apparently her Uncle gave her up, so much like Harry's own.
"Oh I-I-I'm S-Sorry!" She whimpered, holding the door for him. Harry just walked past not even glancing at her in the eye. She shivered, and for a slight moment, Harry smirked, pleased with what he had accomplished with in the short time he had been here.
He had stricken fear, and fear was the best control any one could have.
Harry awoke the next morning, silent and as bright green as they had ever been. Still slightly haunting from the past abuse he had suffered. But something was different today; there was a….tinge in the air.
Harry slid off the bed an landed on his feet, easily opining the window he glanced out over the 'playground' and sat on the small overhang that was used for a porch a story below. The smell of smoke was on the breeze, and even as the sun was rising, something green was fading slightly from the sky. It burned almost, like a fire, or like the northern lights.
Slowly, the mark faded and another aura of dread washed over Harry, almost overwhelming him. Something was happening, today.
Harry exhaled in a rush, turning and grabbing the cleanest pair of clothes he had, not to mention some of the only. Too often now boys were stealing his clothes as he was taking a shower, they learned not to when the pluming burst and drenched the place.
Looking back out on the window the sun had risen even more, and what Harry saw made him gasp.
The outskirts of London, the closest to the orphanage, was rubble. Thick tar black smoke rose from what once was a raging inferno, but the strange thing, was how no fire was spotted the previous night. A pungent aroma drifted on the wind, burning the back of Harry's throat, but yet, he could name the smell.
"Get Up!" Madam Clover screeched from the younger story, her voice like a hawk and easy enough to hear all the way from the stairs.
But a loud bang, like the door swinging open and at once, Madam Clover screamed, screamed in agony and in fear, a slight gurgle and she drew silent. At once, nearby kids whimpered and whispered, then…a horrible sound.
It was the sound of laughing, and screams of children as they were struck down by the unknown threat. Harry didn't wait to stick around. He slid open his window and jumped onto the overhang. With little fear, he snagged his foot on a hot water pipe running up the building, and slid to the ground a little ways below.
Hitting the ground, Harry looked up, watching the windows as they clouded up with debris and a few spots of blood sliding down like a person pawing for freedom. Strange flashes of light, and even more of the unknown stench filled Harry's nose as he watched from his spot on the grass.
"Master!" Harry spun, looking at the quick body of Lutain as he slithered around random chunks of rubble.
"Lutain! What is going on?" Harry hissed wide eyed. He winced as a loud explosion from the top story burst a giant hole in the side.
"It is here Master! It has come once again!"
Harry rolled away into a small ridge as a chunk of rock fell down from above near his little body.
"What? Why are you so happy? This is bloodshed!"
"Ah, and the city scents of death."
Harry looked at Lutain in shock, Part of London was dead? Even if it was a small area, this was bad.
"How? How are they dead?"
If Lutain could smirk, he would be. He blinked slowly and he opened his mouth, drawing out his answer for longer than needed.
"It is the Magics."
Harry gasped, looking up at the building in a new light. Wizards, what he had been waiting for, were right here, mauling all the children he had ever hated.
It was his first Christmas gift comes early.
"Come Lutain, let us join the wizards."
Lutain did not object, he knew that Harry could slip through any situation the time presented.
The door was blasted away, wood fragments turned red with the blood off many, causing the floor to be slick. Little chunks of glass crunched over the careful feet trodden over the random chunks of mutilated flesh and limbs.
Shrieking laughter of a woman was what led Harry on. Drawing closer to the source he stopped in a doorway. The woman stood holding a wand, Ahhhh how he missed one, and had it pointing at a girl. One of Suzie's old roommates. This was Cathy, the nosiest, brattiest, most despicable excuse of a muggle anywhere.
Harry would be glad for her death, but the woman wasn't firing, she was cackling and insulting, throwing baby talk in with threats.
"Lutain, I think it is time to announce our arrival."
Lutain dropped silently. Cathy's sobs drowned out the soft sound of scales sliding over the wood. Lutain coiled, rising up to a tall height and without even a warning hiss, sinking his one inch fangs deep into the soft flesh of the girls exposed neck.
Cathy's eyes bugged out, something gurgled inside her throat as the venom brutally started to liquefy all of her organs, being closest to the skull, and it traveled upright. Acid against the fleshy substance, her eyes rolled back and she fell forward limply, brown goo rushing out of her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
"Nagini?" The lady whispered in shock at the brutal scene, she took a step back as Lutain hissed, looking like a demon, after all. Harry was such a 'devil's child'
"His name is Lutain, and who might you be?"
The lady spun, pointing the wand in Harry's direction. But he did not respond at all to the normally frightening act.
"Amazing job Lutain, I think you enjoyed that."
"Oh, but of course Master, she threw rocks at me not long ago."
The lady's eyes widened comically and she seemed to tilt her head like an interested child would.
"You speak Parsletongue child." She coed, Harry's eyes narrowed as if he was insulted by her childish behavior.
"If you mean that I speak to snakes, then yes. I speak Parsletongue." He let his eyes roam over her arrogant stance and sneering face, she recognized this multiple times when he was a child, the arrogant aura of a Pureblood.
"Assuming your disgust, you are Pureblood." Harry noted and the lady smirked.
"Aye, I'm Bellatrix Lengstrange, and who are you child?" She coed once more, watching in slight awe as Lutain slithered over and calmly snaked his way up Harry's arm, coming to a rest coiled around his shoulders.
"I am Harry. My surname doesn't matter as I've been given up for adoption." Harry noted, catching Bellatrix off guard. She expecting him to freak out once he heard her name, but no. He simple shrugged it off as if he had heard far worse.
Bellatrix smirked, pressing her wand against the fancy mark carved into her flesh. In an instant, two men dressed in black robes and white masks popped out of air itself.
"Mulciber! Selwyn! Contact Lucius and bring him here!" She commanded the two men. They turned and vanished with two loud 'pop!'s. It was interesting really to wait and watch Bellatrix who squirmed under his unwithering gaze. Avada Kadavra green eyes following her every movement.
"What is it Bellatrix?" A cold drawling voice asked as a man strolled into the room with obvious respect. He blinked lazily from under the white mask and walked with a high proud stride.
He had long corn silk like hair as white as it could be, and a silver viper head on the tip of his black cane.
"This is why you called? The final surviving Mudblood? Just kill him and let us be off." The man argued, obviously annoyed. Lutain felt the slight pang of anger Harry felt and slowly slid down Harry, moving almost as silent as a nonexistent breeze. He coiled at the feet of the man and Harry blinked slowly.
"Make your move, but do it fast, faster than a Diamondcross bite. Then we'll see who can survive longer."
Harry's voice was cold, and haunting. The eyes watching Lucius' every. Single. Move. It was frightening, illogical as a child should never look like that.
Bellatrix screamed when she caught sight of Lutain coiled and ready to strike at Lucius' feet. He grew impossibly still as that happened. He then slowly raised his wand to attack the snake.
"Muggle Snakes hold no chance against Magic, but Magical Snakes are very….resistant to most spells."
Harry noted, Bellatrix was silent before she started laughing quickly; tears of joy fell from her eyes.
"Ah! What a smart child you are, our Lord would very much like to meet you!"
Lucius had no choice but to comply with her demand of side along apparition back to the 'Lords' manor. He sighed and unwillingly let Bellatrix grab the boy's arm (The one without Lutain) and disappear with a loud 'snap'. Lucius sighed and pointed to the sky, sending out a glowing green skull with a large python coming out of his mouth.
With a loud 'pop' he too vanished, leaving behind an empty orphanage, it too, reeking of death.
There we go! Goodbye Orphanidge, hope you enjoy death!
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