((This chapter is dedicated to Anistasia D Flight1962 for being the first to review my story.))
La Serpiente de oro
*Warning: This is story is an AU containing a dark /creature /Sherlock Holmes like /powerful harry, Ron-Ginny- Potter family and Dumbledore bashing, yaoi, mpreg, time travel, snarky but nice Snape and all around ooc-ness*
A/N: I pushed forward the years that HP is set in e.g. harry's birth – 1980 is now 2000
A/N: There is a very big time difference between the underground and earth. Instead of changing the year once a year like we do (2013-2014), in the underground they change it every 25 years as everyone in the underground live very long lives or are immortal. So they don't get confused they add 01, 02, 03 etc…to the end of their year (1326/01) till it reaches 25, which is when they finally change the year.
. 1yr (Earth) it would be 25yrs (underground)
. 10yrs (Earth) it would be 250yrs (underground)
. 20yrs (Earth) it would be 500yrs (underground)
. 1 century *100yrs* (Earth) it would be 2,500yrs (underground)
So with the 7th (we call it 8th) century (both earth and underground) as a starting point, when it's the 20th (we call it 21st) century (Earth) it would be the 14th century (underground).
Guide
"Hello"… means talking
Hello... means flashback/memories/thoughts
"Hello"…means Parseltongue/ other creature languages
"Hello"… other languages e.g. spainish, german, Chinese etc…
"~Hello~"… means Latin (main language in the underground)
-Chapter 4-
Last time on La Serpiente de oro…
Suddenly a stray thought flitters through his mind nearly causing Hadraniel to groan out loud, "Oh Merlin, no! That means I'll have to visit Uncle Dapvhir at some point tomorrow. He's the only one who'll be able to help me with what I have in mind." He could already feel the beginnings of a headache starting to form just at the thought of visiting his strange uncle.
It's an hour later when Hadraniel, finally leaving Gringotts, decides to head towards the leaky cauldron for a bite to eat, to sooth his aching stomach, and to rent a room for the night.
-Diagon alley, Leaky cauldron~ 1st August 2011-
The morning sunlight pierces through a large, wide paneled window, which is facing the street of Diagon ally, flooding the off-white coloured and 18th century styled room with a pale golden glow. A rustling of cotton sheets can be heard coming from the wooden king sized, ceiling high four poster bed before a husky, tired sounding groan echoes throughout the room, as Hadraniel rises from the comfortingly warm bed into an upright position causing the thick, lavender colored sheets to pool around his hips revealing him to be completely bare from the hips up. With a rather large yawn he throws the sheets off his legs and gracefully slips off the bed, shuddering slightly as the cold morning air gently caresses his torso and arms causing gooseflesh to appear across his pale white-ivory skin. Giving another much smaller yawn he stretches his arms up towards the dark wooden beam covered ceiling, before walking around the dark ornate wooden bed and then towards the dark ornate wooden desk and matching chair, which are placed directly underneath the large panelled window.
Upon reaching the desk and chair set he plucks his ankle length, white silk dressing gown, which matches the pyjama bottoms he's wearing, off the back of the chair and slips it on before loosely tying it closed. It's a second later that a popping sound is heard coming from behind Hadraniel causing him to turn around to look at his unsuspected guest, only to be quite shocked at seeing a short strange looking creature standing there in front of him, "What!?" He mentally exclaims in surprise though it's not even a second later that his still half asleep mind finally recognises the creature, "Ah, yes! A house elf if I recall correctly." The house elf, which is obviously male, has large, bulging brown eyes and long slightly floppy ears, similar to that of a hare, that are pointed at the tip. His skin is fairly wrinkled and is a rather dull shade of pale pink, which clashes horribly with the black-brown, short sleeved tunic that he's wearing like a knee length dress.
The house elf begins to wring his long fingered and bony hands together nervously as Hadraniel stares at him blankly, and then just as his long pointed nose starts to develop a nervous twitch the rather oppressive silence that fills the room is broken, "Hello, who are you then?" Hadraniel asks as lightly as he could so as not to scare the twitching house elf, though it seems to be in vain, due to the strong Romanian accent (picture count Dracula's accent from the 2004 film Van Hellsing but slightly softer) within his voice,as the house elf jumps in frightened surprise at the unsuspected question before staring at Hadraniel warily. "I is Higgles, sir," The house elf squeaks nervously as he goes from wringing his hands to tugging on his left ear. Hadraniel gives Higgles a very small but gentle smile which seems to calm Higgles downs if only slightly, before asking the question that has begun to nag at him since the little elf popped into the room, "It's nice to meet you Higgles but what are you doing here? I didn't call for you."
"Mas…Master says I…I is to…to gives yo…you t…this once you w…woke up," Higgles stutters nervously in answer as he takes out a white envelope from inside his tunic, and holds it up towards Hadraniel with slightly shaking hands. With his right eyebrow raised Hadraniel bends down to take the letter from Higgles with another small, and hopefully comforting, smile, before straightening himself as he stares intently at the letter in well covered confusion, suspicion and curiosity. Soon those emotions are overcome with intrigue, annoyance and slight amusement because as soon as Hadraniel turns over the envelope, he immediately spots the Silvermist Family insignia, which is a western dragon curled around a Chinese mystic knot, stamped in purple wax on the back. With an inward sign he opens the envelope gaining a small sounding crack as the wax seal holding it closed breaks in half, then with swift fingers quickly slips the letter from the envelope and begins to read the rather short letter which coincidently is written in Chinese.
Dear Hadraniel,
How long has it been since I last saw you? It can't have been more than 5 or 6 years which, I have to say, is far too long to be away from my favourite nephew. How are things at home? Or more specifically how are you? You're not still blaming yourself for your father's death I hope, it has been 119 years since he died after all. Anyway enough talking about my brother and instead we'll talk about how you must simply come down to my shop and visit me, this is a demand young man not a request, and meet my new friend Leon Orcot. He's a detective and has the cutest little brother, not as cute as you of course, called Chris unfortunately the poor dear is mute. I think you might just find the little boy to be very interesting I know I do.
Love
Count D
P.S. This letter is also an international port key timed to activate an hour from now. Don't be late.
With another sign he slips the letter and envelope onto the desk behind him, then bends down to address Higgles as gently as he could, "Tell your master I will see him and his friend within the next hour." Higgles then gives a shaky nod towards Hadraniel before disappearing with a pop, leaving Hadraniel staring at the suddenly empty space in front of him.
-America, San Francisco~ Chinatown-
An hour later, as the letter stated, the portkey activates and that's how Hadraniel finds himself standing outside an off-white building and a pair of cherry red coloured, Chinese style wooden doors. Above the doors is a dark brown tiled and gabled/hipped shaped roof mix that has a sweeping curvature design, which is normal reserved for temples and palaces or occasionally the homes of the wealthy, on the corners of said roof. Under the roof is a large clean cut wooden sign with the name 'Count D's pet shop' in Chinese on the front of it. Ignoring the bustling people behind him, Hadraniel strides through the double doors in front of him, then down some candle lit stairs and through another set of Chinese styled doubled doors.
Once he's standing in the shop he stops for a moment to admire the décor of the room which is designed in a traditional Chinese style, with beige walls mixing perfectly with the black-brown wood of the furniture and the dark red accessories e.g. sofa cushions, vases, paintings. Suddenly he could hear raised voices coming from behind the thick red curtain at the back of the shop, and by the sounds of it the owners of said voices are heading his way. Soon a tall and lightly tanned man of thirty with spiky shoulder length, golden blonde tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, storms through the curtain with his left hand in one of the pockets of his light blue jeans, while the other is holding the hand of a cute confused looking little boy of seven who, just like the man, has spiky golden blonde hair though short instead of long and ocean blue eyes.
"Scum! That's what you are Count, scum! And one way or the other I'll prove to everyone on the force that right I'm about this 'pet shop' being a cover. Drug dealing, white slavery, arms shipments, prostitution! I dare care what it is but mark my words Count I'll find out one of these days. And stop kidnapping Chris," The man shouts over his light blue jean jacket clad shoulder, his ocean blue eyes glaring heatedly at the third figure who starts to emerge from behind the red curtain. "Why would I kidnap your brother detective? Besides he comes here on his own so I don't need to kidnap him," Replies the Count calmly while ignoring the blonde man's accusations as if he hears them all the time and by the sounds of it he does. When the Count completely steps out from behind the curtain Hadraniel could finally put a name to the face, not that he needs to as he could recognize that name and soothing but slight mocking voice anywhere.
Hadraniel takes this opportunity to quickly look the Count, who he hasn't seen in years, over to see if anything has changed about the man and from what he could see nothing has. Said man is about '5, 8' in height and has a pale white skin tone with beautiful androgynous features, shoulder length straight raven black hair which is parted on the left side of his head causing it to cover the right side of his face. His long nails are painted dark purple that is the same colour of the lipstick he's wearing, and coincidently the same colour as his right eye while the other, though hidden for view, should be a silver tinted blue if Hadraniel remembers correctly. His changshan (1) (picture Lau from Kuroshitsuji) is a dark royal blue that's thickly outlined in black around the edges, while a thin line of silver is placed directly under the black to outline said colour as well as thickly outlining the edges of the sleeves.
Hadraniel is brought out of his observations by a shout of shocked surprise that seems to have come from the blonde man, who's now staring with wide eyes and mouth agape at an impassive looking Hadraniel standing in the doorway. "Hadraniel, darling! I'm so glad you came, "exclaims the Count happily as glides over to stand in front of Hadraniel with a genteel smile before continuing, "Come, come I want you to meet Detective Leon Orcot and his younger brother Chris." The two glide over to the other pair in the room and once in front of them Hadraniel holds out his hand towards Leon, "It's nice to meet you both. My name is Hadraniel as I'm sure you've heard and I'm also the Count's nephew." Of course as soon as this is said, Leon immediately breaks out of his shocked daze to glare angrily at the men before him, "Great another whack job I'll have to keep an eye on." Leon thinks as he ignores the hand in front of him and storms out the shop, pulling his confused and slightly curious brother out behind him.
For the next few seconds they both silently stand and stare at the entrance of the shop in bewilderment, and it's only when Hadraniel turns to stare at the Count with a raised eyebrow that the silence is broken, "he's a work in progress. Now let's have some tea while we talk. I hope you still drink oolong tea because it would be a shame to waste tea that's of such a high grade, especially since it's such a hard item to come by in this country. " The Count utters carelessly with a small shrug of his slender shoulders, the beautiful and rather soothing language of China flowing from his painted lips seamlessly. "Monkey picked," asks Hadraniel as he follows the Count through the curtain and into the back of the shop while trying to keep the delight, that always seems to bubble up within him whenever he has a chance to drink his uncle's monkey picked oolong tea, out of his voice, though judging by the small amused smile on the Count's face he failed in his attempt to keep it hidden not that he minded.
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Sorry about this but it has to be done just in case I offended someone! I know nothing about the culture in china so anything you're reading in this story that is in anyway related to china, I have researched about by reading books and/or using the search engines google and Bing.
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Ten minutes later has them both drinking freshly made tea out of blue china cups as they sit on an early Chinese themed, two seated victorian, upholstered red sofa in what the Count has dubbed as the 'tea room'. The scent of orchids that's flowing from the tea surrounds the room causing a satisfied sigh to escape from Hadraniel's pale rose coloured lips; draining the last of the tea from his cup he looks over to his left at the Count, who's sitting beside him with his eyes shut seemingly basking in the aroma permitting from the teacup in his hands, from the corner of his eyes before coughing slightly to gain the Count's attention after setting his cup down on the also Chinese themed, victorian coffee table in front of him. "Count…Uncle I need your help. I need you to make a child golem, a blood golem."
A suffocating silence swiftly fills the room as the count momentarily freezes in his seat unable to keep the disbelief and shock from appearing on his face; shoulders tense and face expressionless the count gently places his cup upon the coffee table before turning his body slightly to the right to face his nephew. After a few seconds of simply staring into Hadraniel's emerald eyes the count gives a resigned sigh as he gracefully stands up, makes his way around the coffee table and towards the main entrance of the room, only stopping to look behind him and gesture with a nod of his head for Hadraniel to follow him as he leaves said room. "I won't try to change your mind because you can be just as stubborn as your father was once you've set your sights on something you want, so I'm going to trust you know what you're doing and of the consequences should this fail," comments the count idly as they stop in front of a heavy red velvet curtain once they reach the end of the hallway. With a slight puckering of his brow the count pushes the curtain aside revealing a dark wooden door that's securely bolted and padlocked shut; sighing inaudibly he pulls out a key from inside the right sleeve of his changshan and unlocks the padlock that's keeping the bolt closed, then once the padlock is removed he pulls the heavy metal bolt to the side with a grunt before pushing open the wooden door and gesturing with a wave of his hand for Hadraniel to go through first.
A long stone staircase, one short corridor and another, albeit short, stone staircase later finds the pair entering a large circular shaped room. Five thick stone pillars that reach from floor to ceiling are placed around the room in the shape of a pentagon with a pillar that's depicting the top of the pentagon facing the stairs. While upon the walls behind the pillars hang seven long, thick and wide satin drapes, quite similar in size and shape to those you would see in the theatre, of Egyptian blue lined with gold, and in the middle of each drape is a tall ornate black candelabra that's holding six lit ivory candles. As soon as the pair steps into the room Hadraniel stops to take a moment to admire the beautifully simplistic yet medieval decor of the room, only to then have his attention be stolen by the sound of light crackling coming from somewhere within said room. There in the middle of the room is his uncle crouching besides a freshly lit log fire, think of a camp fire, and atop the slowly burning fire is a large dusty black coloured cauldron.
"Higgles!" Calls the count as he gracefully straightens himself from his crouching position, and it's almost instantaneously, with a rather inaudible pop, that the elf known as Higgles appears in the room in front of a now standing count. "Higgles I want you to get me the cherry wood box that's in my room and bring it to me. Once you've done that I then want you to get the clay I made yesterday and put half of it in the cauldron behind me." With a sharp snap of Higgles' long bony fingers half the cauldron is suddenly filled with a brown-grey coloured clay, and then immediately after he had done that the elf disappears only to reappear seconds later carrying a small box, similar in size to that of a jewellery box, which has two golden oriental roaring tigers intertwined together engraved onto the lid of said box.
Hadraniel raises his right eyebrow questioningly at his uncle, who seemingly ignores the gesture to open the box, as he walks over to stand beside said man. "Be careful not to disturb the pentagram and candles that are on the floor on your way over here," the count announces absentmindedly to his nephew causing Hadraniel to stop and look down to the floor. An inch or 2 away from where he's standing is a 5 pointed star drawn in light grey chalk, which the cauldron sits in the middle of, and placed upon each one of the 5 ends of the star, going from right to left in a circle, is a lit coloured candle. At the top of the star sits a white candle that represents the spirit while next to that one is a blue candle that represents water, which is then followed by a red candle that represents fire, a green candle that represent earth and a pale yellow candle that represents air.
With one last look at the pentagram Hadraniel carefully makes his way over to his uncle, and once he's standing beside the man he curiously peers into the box his uncle is holding. Packed inside are hundreds of clear crystal and labelled vials and from what he can see all the vials are separated into three sections. In one section all the vials are filled with what looks to be like skin cells while the vials in another section are filled with different coloured strands of hair and lastly the vials in the slightly larger section are filled with a thick dark red substance. "I hope he's aware that he can be arrested if they find out he has a box filled with other people's blood," Hadraniel thinks to himself as he picks up a vial filled with blood and begins to inspect it.
"How long will the whole process take?" Hadraniel enquires as he slips the vial back into the box, "It'll be finished by no later than elven or twelve o'clock tonight and that's if we don't come across any complications. If we do run into some then it'll be finished by tomorrow morning at the earliest." The count replies as he takes out three vials from the box before carefully holding out the, now closed, box towards Hadraniel. Taking the subtle hint Hadraniel takes the box from his uncle, who gives him a slight smile of thanks in return, and then watches as his uncle takes out his wand, which he soon has pointed at cauldron, and whispers the spell 'aguamenti' filling the rest of the cauldron with water that's shooting lightly from the tip of said wand.
The next ten minutes concise of waiting for the water to simmer and stirring the water and clay together to soften the clay; deeming the mixture ready the count empties two of the vials, one filled with hair and the other skin cells, into the cauldron, before once again stirring the watery clay and newly added ingredients together. Twenty minutes later then has smoke swelling up and almost over the rim of the cauldron which is when the count finally decides to add the binding ingredient, the vial of blood, into the clay mixture. It's only seconds after the blood is absorbed into the, now mud-like, clay that the smoke suddenly turns a violent red as it starts billowing over the rim of the cauldron, and down the sides till it reaches the dark grey stone floor.
When the smoke touches the floor and begins to surround the bottom of the cauldron, it slowly starts to darken into a deep burnt red until it looks to be almost black in colour; noticing its change in colour the count once again takes out his wand to point it at the cauldron, and with the mumbled spell 'locomotor cauldron' lifts the cauldron into the air before placing it down on the ground outside the pentagram and cancelling the spell. "And now we wait for it to settle which should only take an hour or so," Comments the count absentmindedly as he turns to the still burning log fire which he then vanishes with a flick of his wrist and the rather simple spell 'evanesco'.
- End of part 4 –
A/N: To be honest everyone if you think this chapter is rather boring and a load of crap then you're not the only ones coz I do too. I don't know how many times I've re-written this chapter because I was never satisfied with what I wrote, but it's got to the point where I thought 'screw it I've spent too long on it' and as you can see I've uploaded what I have (the chapter is finished even if it doesn't seem like it!). So even if it's boring then I can only apologise to you all, and hope you all like enough to read it all the way through.
(1) In traditional Chinese dress a changshanis the male equivalent of the women's cheongsam. It is also known as a changpao or dagua.
Spells
. Aguamenti: Produces a fountain or jet of water from the wand tip.
. Locomotor: The spell is always used with the name of a target, at which the wand is pointed. The spell causes the named object to rise in the air and move around at the will of the caster.
. Evanesco: Vanishes the target; the best description of what happens to it is that it goes "into non-being, which is to say, everything".
