Title:
Child
of the Shadows
Author:
Serpent
in the Shadows
Rating:
M/R
Pairing:
HP/OMC
(Implied)
Warnings:
Slash,
Elf!Harry, Dark!(not evil)Harry
Disclaimer:
I
don't own Harry Potter but I do own the OCs that you will find in
this story
Summary:
Sirius
makes a decision that changes Harry's life forever. Will he be able
to cope or will it destroy him?
Beta:
Pysche
Two weeks later...
Harry was bored to put it mildly. He had thought that being here in a new school might have been at least a tad bit more interesting given the fact they taught totally different subjects. It seemed though, this was not the case.
While chewing on his pen - Siayons it seemed were way more modernized than wizards - he glanced briefly at his partner, Davlin, to see him studiously copying everything their Blood Magic teacher was harping on. A brief quirk of his lips was all the amusement he allowed to show when a fleeting image of Hermione was superimposed over the younger elf. And although he was sure that his roommate wouldn't take too kindly to being compared to a female, Harry couldn't help but be comforted by the fact that they were slightly the same. For try as he might, he couldn't help but start to like Davlin.
The boy was cheerful, kind, independent but yet anyone - if they cared to look deep enough – could see that the boy's soul was slightly bitter...at what and why, he wasn't sure of yet. They were alike and yet they weren't and Harry had a nasty suspicion that they would be good, if not best, friends by the time they graduated.
After all, when one did basically everything with another they were bound to know each other inside and out in ways that sometimes even life partners didn't. Sleeping, eating, bathing, studying, sparring...they were always together. And while it irked him that he had absolutely no privacy, it was nice to know that he wasn't alone. And since he had given up the only class that Davlin couldn't take, he meant that to its fullest extent. Being a non-magical Siayon meant that the younger boy couldn't perform Black magic like Harry could, and even though it was his one chance to get away, Harry wasn't about to take up practicing that dark stuff just because he was a Shadow Elf.
Mangled magical core or not, there was no way he would turn against what he believed in.
Of course, one could say the same thing about Blood Magic as well, and honestly he could understand that and similarly felt the same way but he really wanted to know about the Adoption Ritual that had been performed on him and since it was based on Blood Magic, he needed this class. And while in the meantime he might learn about it, he had no intentions of using his or anyone's blood for spells.
Davlin on the other hand was all for it and that was fine by him. The kid could get his thrills off of it all he wanted to.
The only class Harry was actually looking forward to was the one that would teach him about the Shadows. He had seen what little bit Davlin could do and his curiosity was peaked. Unfortunately that one wouldn't start for a few more weeks.
oOOoOOo
"Harry..."
Closing his eyes at the whiny, childish tone his roommate was using, Harry tilted his head slightly towards Davlin's directionHe couldn't for the life of him understand why the boy insisted on making him study at this time of night. Most sane people would be asleep at a little after midnight.
"Davlin..." he mocked, not bothering to open his eyes to see the pout that he just knew was being thrown his way. Really, the other Siayon acted like such a child sometimes when he didn't get his way.
"You're not paying attention to me are you?"
Harry smirked, and finally opened his eyes and yes, that pout was there along with the whole crossing of arms over his chest and narrowing of golden eyes...all being directed at him. Inwardly, Harry loved getting this type of reaction out of the other Elf. It amused him greatly, gave him something to focus on because without meaning to - or even knowing - Davlin seemed to save him from some of his darker thoughts - namely damning Sirius to hell and back again for turning him.
He had still yet to come to terms with his new life. Holding a grudge was childish and petty, he knew this, but for the life of him, he didn't really care. After all, it was his life.
Sirius had sent letters full of random thoughts, humor, more explanations, and a few apologies but after reading them, he just threw them away and never responded back. School was perfect for this...he could easily ignore his godfather.
He had to wonder though why his new 'grandfather' hadn't bothered with writing or even talking to him when he was still at the house. The way Sirius had gone on about him, he was supposed to be a good person with many years of experience and such. He would have been one person Harry would have liked to talk to, if for nothing more than to find out all he could about what had been done to him, but if the man wouldn't come to him, he surely wasn't going to go out of his way to speak to him either.
There was no lost love there.
A finger flicking his nose snapped him out of his musing, making him growl and narrow his own eyes at the golden ones that were now practically in his face. "What?" he snapped, and leaned back slightly. It was highly disconcerting to have those eyes look at him like that...like they were trying to read his thoughts...so close to him.
Davlin huffed and rolled his eyes but stepped back from him. "I had asked you if you wanted to practice pulling but you seemed to want to brood instead."
Harry made a humming noise in the back of his throat, turning his head to look out the window. The night was calm and peaceful with a slight wind blowing and with the glass open, it flitted about the room, bringing in the natural smells of the forest outside. "I guess, although I'm not sure it will work. We've been trying for days now and I just can't seem to get any response."
It was true, Davlin had been trying to get him to 'pull' shadows and have him form something as simple as a ball, but Harry just couldn't to do it. Every night they had lit candles around the room to form different shadows and he would watch, transfixed, as the other male would pull it away from its source and mold it into any small shape he could think of.
"Well," Davlin looked thoughtful for a moment before he sighed. "I guess we could call it a night, get some sleep and then try again in the morning. Tomorrow is Saturday, no classes, and the forest is full of shadows...not sure how it might help, but it's peaceful and not so confining at least."
Gazing around the room, Harry couldn't help but agree.
oOOoOOo
Frustration didn't even begin to describe what Harry was feeling at the moment.
Once again he was sitting down, trying desperately to pull and yet it just seemed out of his reach. He had honestly thought that taking Davlin up on his suggestion to try it in the woods would have helped, but he was beginning to think it was a lost cause.
This was the one thing he had actually been looking forward to. Not being able...or rather unwilling to use his magic, he had wanted something different and unique that was his. In the Muggle world he had had his magic - something that set him apart from his family and all the others around him, something that made him special. With relatives like his, he needed something for himself that he was good at and proud of and that was his magic.
Now he didn't have that.
Sure he had a magical core still, but he just flat out refused to even think about it - no matter if Davlin thought he was a 'dumbass' or not - it was his choice.
But the Shadows...
Letting out some of his aggravation with a hiss, Harry closed his eyes, not wanting to see the frown that Davlin had been sporting for over an hour now. Both of them had not moved from their spot on the grass next to an unusually large bolder and while his roommate had not said anything remotely degrading, he could tell Davlin was getting concerned and frustrated also.
Something good about this whole Siayon deal and he couldn't do it.
Snapping his eyes open he glared hard at the base of the tree that just sat not more than five feet away from them, its shadow stretching at a forty-five degree angle from it...and cursed it for not giving itself up to him.
His anger grew, his fingers curled into fists, his jaw clenched and something shifted...
And then they moved.
There were hundreds or maybe thousands of them, he wasn't really sure, all he knew was that they were crawling around like little ants, huddled together and connected in some shape or form. And when he reached out to touch them, a thousand and one voices filled his mind.
oOOoOOo
Davlin had never wanted to scream in frustration so much in his life. His roommate just couldn't get how to pull and it was causing him a major headache.
Ever since he had been old enough to know he was destined to go to the Academy he had pictured himself getting the perfect magical roommate, one that would be the best at everything he did and together they would walk all over the other cadets, rise in rank, be sent to the best battles and he would finally get the approval of his father and older brother.
Being the second son - and non-magical at that - Davlin had learned early on that when you are the son of Darren Lajorn, one of the most prized generals, one was honor bound to live up to certain expectations. But to add in even more pressure, he also had to live up to his brother, Darrius, who was magical and also rising quickly in the ranks, somehow graduating at the top of his class a whole five years earlier than most.
A sixty year difference between him and Darrius also just added to the problems Davlin was facing, for at fourteen, neither his brother nor his father seemed all that inclined to want to help or even really talk to him. So he had hoped that his roommate would help him gain the attention he wanted so desperately.
But it seemed as if, once again, things were going against him.
Harry was stubborn, stoic, and downright weird. He refused to even talk about the Black Magic that was his 'birthright', only studied Blood Magic not practiced it and he couldn't even pull! Weapons...well, that had really yet to be seen seeing as how he had only really gotten started though it did look like he would be at least proficient with the bow. So with the arrival of his green-eyed partner - that was weird too...why did he have green eyes? - all his hopes and dreams were shattered.
Startled out of his self-pity musing at a loud hiss, Davlin blinked, focusing back on Harry who was glaring at the base of a tree and had to hold back a gasp, scream or something...Harry's eyes or rather his pupil was bleeding its black color into those strange green irises til nothing but white and black remained.
The next few events left Davlin dumbfounded, awed and to be right honest scared shitless.
A tangible tingle of powerful magic seemed to ignite in the air around the older Siayon and Harry lifted his hand out towards the patch of shadows in front of him. The shadows which had seemed only to be two dimensional before suddenly took form and literally jumped from the base of the tree to his arm, winding around the appendage slowly, like a tree snake coiling around a branch. It was so thick and dark, that not a patch of skin or clothing could be seen through it.
But when Harry suddenly grabbed his head and hissed in pain, the shadows reeled back as if struck - hurt? - and quickly removed itself from the Shadow Elf's arm, dropping down to Harry's own shadow and disappeared from Davlin's sight.
After several minutes of just sitting there in shock, Davlin looked back at his roommate - those eyes were still black! - and asked in a slightly hysterical voice, "What the hell was that?"
