~Chapter 10~

Disclaimer: Red roses are red, Violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter and neither do you.

Summary: AU, Orphaned, Harry Potter was raised up by a family friend after his parents' deaths in the practices of Blood Magic. He enters a world where Voldermort has control over Britain and brings with him a power that hasn't been seen since Merlin's time. Gray Harry.

Authoress Note: Thank you to all the 18,682 hits who has read my fanfic and Yakumo Seito, jgood27, Isabelle Eir, dainlord, and Mistress Rose Angeline, beatshield, KK and someone else but document edit isn't allowing me to put your name up for reviewing. Much thanks and Love :)

Sorry about the long wait. It was Exam time and I had to start reviewing all of courses again since over the break I became a dunce to all my courses :$ But hopefully now that I'm done I can start updating at my original pace again... unless this new semester is hard or I get a writer's block...Ah I just jinxed myself :P

Reply to Review: dainlord- I was waiting for someone to pick up on those references :) Glad that someone here is a Very Potter Musical fan ^_^

Speaking/ Thoughts

Please review your thoughts and advice for this chapter

Harry rolled over groaning from the rude awakening by the beaming sunlight shining through his window. He jolted out of bed and looked around the room, spotting the other beds empty. He swore angrily, he was already late for breakfast and wondered why no one had bothered to wake him. Tiredly, he set about changing out of his sleep rumpled clothes, cleaned himself up, gathered his supplies for the day and pocketed his wand, feeling it throb with energy almost as if it was greeting him.

He marched down to the Great Hall and as he entered it was full of chattering students, but there was a distinct lessening of chatter as he walked through the door and a great deal of staring. He hesitated for a moment, then strode purposefully towards the Ravenclaw table, forcing himself to keep his head high, while searching for Hermione over the gawking heads of the Ravenclaw students.

"Harry!"

Harry turned to see Ron walking briskly over to him. He quickly grabbed him by the arm and led him to the Gryffindor table near a section particularly crowded with first years. Completely disregarding everyone else sitting, Ron made a bit of mayhem shoving everyone aside to make space for both of them. Some were about to tell Ron off but caught glimpse of him and with widened eyes, comply and scurried off to find different seats. Harry frown in confusion at their odd behaviour towards him but disregard them as people being weird.

Harry was startled to find himself sitting across from Hermione. Hermione had her nose buried in a book and hadn't seem to notice him and Ron's sister Ginny who was neatly cutting her eggs and bacon in some sort of arrangement.

"It's about time you got up," Hermione said, barely glancing up and turning a page in whatever book she was reading.

"Well, if someone had bother to wake me..." He muttered fruitlessly.

"Already making excuses Harry?"

Harry scowled at Ron who was smiling pleasantly at him.

"You two should get eating. Classes are starting in twenty minutes." Hermione said absently, still not looking up from her thick book.

Harry and Ron started to pile scrambled eggs and bacon on to their plates and eating them at a record pace. Harry had choked on his juice and Ron had to start beating him on his back while laughing at him. Hermione rolled her eyes at them muttering about greedy fools and Ginny look cross between laughing and worrying over him.

"How are you two able to eat so much and stay skinny. Especially, you Harry?" Ginny asked as politely as she could, while curious at the same time.

Ron just shrugged and continued to eat fast but in a decent manner and Harry responded with an "I don't know" and went back to eating leaving, Ginny unsatisfied with their answers.

Now that Harry thought of it, he wouldn't be able to run around for a good hour or two like he use to do back at home now that he lived in a castle and students weren't allowed outside until 6:00 am and only if it was for an important reason. He decided that he would worry about it later and focus on devouring his breakfast.

As soon as Harry was done eating (slowly this time), Hermione got out their schedules (all schedules were the same for first years in the same house), and gave him an outline of what their week would be like though he was hardly listening, preferring to look around at the students walking in and absently wondering where Trelia Venizolos was.

"Harry are you listening?" Hermione asked, getting a little frustrated with his dozing-off personality.

"Vαί"(1) Harry repiled absently, not even noticing he reponsed in Greek as he thought for a mintue that he saw Trelia's black midnight hair but it turned out to be an older student.

"Whoa mate! You speak French?" Ron said suprised as he finally looking up from his plate.

"Huh? Er- No." Harry said looking confused at Ron's sudden question.

"Yer just said "Qui" or something. That's French mate."

"I was wondering about that too since you don't look British or have the Scouse accent. Are you from a different country Harry?" Hermione asked curiously, seeming forgetting that she was just previously frustrated with him.

"Yea...I was born in Britain but raised my whole childhood in Greece." Harry said almost wistfully. Thinking about his home brought forth a bit of longingly for his home and Adelpha.

"Are you Ok Harry?" Ginny asked softly. She had notice that he had a wistful tone in his voice.

"Maybe your just homesick?" Ron said as he too notice Harry's voice when he spoke of his home.

Harry laughed. "Yes, I'm Ok. Maybe a little homesick but Hogwarts has so much to offer and I wouldn't have miss it for the world."

All three of them smiled at him. They had notice when Harry walked in or even before like last night that students in the school had be talking about him negatively and some just didn't know what to think of him. They had hoped that it would die down next day but it seems that everyone had started to cement their beliefs on what Harry could be or can do and most of the students theories were circling about him being raised by a Dark wizard or being a Dark creature himself.

Harry didn't notice the concern glances his new friends were giving him as he contiune on eating his breakfast, seeing that the conversation about him ended. He suddenly shot his head up, looking up at the sound of flurrying wings above him. Owls of all sorts were flocking their wings, transporting mail to students and teachers in the Great Hall, he disregarded it as a normal occurrence in for the Wizarding world and hoped he would get use to the strange things around him.

He looked around and down the table, looking to see if the school served coffee to the students but only found tea. Grumbling at the lost of the magical potion for keeping himself awake even though he usually poured lots of cream and sugar in turning it in to more of a dessert drink than coffee. He poured himself some tea instead.

Sniffing the aroma of green tea in the morning, he allowed a tiny smile worked its way to his lips; a smile that normal people fail to spot, even though it was easily seen if one looked close enough. He randomly transferred his attention to the newspaper that was now in Hermione's hands instead of the thick textbook-like book. Mildly slurping his tea that was slowly making him wake up even more, he permitted his eyes to wander the headline, absently marvelling what the wizards and witches of Britain wrote about in the "Daily Prophet".

Validating the title, he bobbed his head calmly. Closing his eyes fully, he continued to drink his tea with the tiny smile still there. In a slow pace, his brain processed and processed yet again. It clicked to him in an abrupt fashion. Opening his eyes instantaneously, he swiftly inspected the headline again. Eyes popped, he choked and spewed on his tea that dribbled on to his plate (luckily it was vacant). He was on the front page of the newspaper!

He grabbed the newspaper right out of Hermione's hands, ignoring her indignant squawk, and read the front page.

POTTER HEIR ALIVE? AND RELATED TO VENIZOLOS FAMILY?

By: John Hoggisons

As many know the Potter House was known world-wide as one of the most powerful lines that gave birth to many Light Lords and Ladies over the generations of their existence and the once every often Dark or Grey wizards and witches.

About ten years ago, the last remaining Potters flee'd from Britain after their accounts, titles, and many other privileges were frozen or taken away due to their defiance against the Ministry for wanting more things than they should have needed. (To see the Potters egregious demands, Turn to page 12)

However 10 years later to this very day, their son and heir to the Potter fortune has return to Britain from unknown whereabouts and is intending Hogwarts. But the most extraordinary isn't the Potter heir returning to Britain, his birthplace but arriving at Hogwarts Sorting ceremony and displaying blood magic only known in Britain to be use by the Venizolos family. (For description about Blood Magic, please turn to page 14)

As most know that blood magic can only taught by someone knowlegable in the dark arts and not only being taught for it but having the aptitude for it.

We must acknowledge that Mr. Potter may have been taught by someone from the Venizolos family or outside help for it.

But then the question now is, "Where is his parents?" Would they have allow their son to learn dangerous dark magic at such a young age? Did they abondon him?

Well, this reporter plans to find out exactly the mystery of Mr. Potter.

The paper regarding him stopped on page fourteen. With a snail's pace, he lowered the newspaper from his face and simply gazed upfront, eyes glazed. He was in a trance for the longest time of his life, not caring someone had to witness him in such state. This expression was mirrored by the rest of his friends when they read the paper.

Buzzes of whispers increase since the arrival of owls delivering not just people's personal things but the newspaper as well. Harry tried to block out the murmurs of people around him that he could hear but stopped when he notice that the students weren't even being furtive on who they were talking about (which was him) and people started to pass their newspaper to their friends, spreading the word about the mystery of himself.

Sirius Black groaned at the hangover he was suffering at the moment. He didn't remember much, only that when he was at a meeting with some of his distant cousins, he keep on drinking his glass of Scottish white wine just so that he had an excuse not to converse with them.

As he squinted his eyes, he looked around, finding himself in one of his master bedroom. Vaguely, he thought of bringing himself home last night as elegantly as he could without looking like a smash drunk and dragging himself to bed. A smirk gloss on his face, he prided himself at his high tolerance to alcohol. He tried to shake his head to clear the hangover but that only worsen it. He wobbly rose to his feet, and commanded his legs to walk downstairs, intending to see if Remus had came over.

He knew where Remus was at that particular moment. He was probably making and having breakfast like usual. The two of them had been living in the new Mansion of the Black family he created twelve years ago. He convinced Remus to live with him in here just after when Voldemort took over Britain and the death of his younger brother and wife. They were unable to leave Britain without putting James, Lily, and Harry in danger and provoking the wrath of the Pureblood council on his ass and placing his baby nephew in danger as well. At first, Remus refused the offer but yielded to his friend's efforts on wishing for him to stay in the British Wizarding World and help protect his nephew. Remus was reluctant on leaving Sirius and baby Aries alone behind anyways, so that's probably one of the major reasons why he chose to stay instead of running off with Dumbledore and the Order of Phoniex when they flee'd Britain.

"Moony..." Sirius whined, dragging his feet down the stairs, holding the railings to keep him steady. "Where are you? I got a major headache here. Help me, would you?"

Remus sighed from the kitchen at the sight of one of his best friend. He was about to read the newspaper from Daily Prophet but held back since Sirius barged in. Understanding this, he went to make hot water filled with sugar for Sirius to lessen that hangover of his. If he asked Krecher to do it, the elf would just have cursed him and ignored his order. That elf was useless since he only listen to what Aries said. The only time he obeyed him was when Sirius gave him a stern firm command or Aries ordered it.

"Padfoot, how many times do I have to tell you? That's what happens when you get a hangover. Drinking so much just because you're bored. Instead of taking your job as an Head seriously...How professional of you."

Sirius grumbled, taking a seat and dropped his forehead on the table. "You try sitting and listening to useless rambles and rants from my cousins and NOT drink yourself in into a stupor."

Remus put a cup of hot water filled with sugar next to Sirius. Peeking one eye at the steaming cup, Sirius straightened his back, sitting upright. Taking the handler of the cup, he slurped the heated drink hastily. He yelped when it burned his tongue. He loosened his grasp on the cup and it crashed down. The content sprawled on the table. He glared at his old friend in front of him who was reaching out for the newspaper. His tongue was red and hot. Remus just rolled his eyes.

"Hot objects are supposed to be hot, Padfoot. I thought you knew that." Sirius glared more but groaned since his headache hadn't minimized one bit.

Shaking his head, Remus flipped the newspaper, opening it to read the front page. His half-lidded eyes gradually broadened as he followed every word of it. His eyes bugged out when he came down to the image. His unconsciously gaped at seeing this, not believing it but the truth laid in front of his eyes. He was speechless, no sound emitted from his mouth. Sirius looked up from cleaning up the contents on the floor when he heard a slight gasping noise from Remus but scrunched his forehead when he caught the expression of his best friend's face.

Calling out his name a few times didn't catch the man's attention so he decided to just seize the newspaper, wondering what could cause Remus to make sounds like that. Once he laid his gaze on the paper, his own face matched to Remus's. He shook his head violently, thinking he was imagining things and that his hangover was much more stronger than he originally thought. When the front page title of the newspaper was still the same, the paper simply dropped, getting soak in the spilled hot water on the floor.

His godson, Harry Potter was in the newspaper! but that wasn't all, he had used advance Blood magic that was only known to be used by the Venizolos family! His hangover by now had fully vanished instantly and he immediately went race to his office room, ignoring Remus's shouts. He bang the door open and rush to his desk, hastily pulling the drawer open and taking out blank parchments.

How could this have happen? He was quite sure that James and Lily would never allow their son back in Britain much less get someone to teach him blood magic. The only reasonable solution that he could think of was that they were... No, he couldn't think like that. There must be an explanation for this.

He dipped his quill in to his ink and started to write a letter to a good friend of his, all the while different scenarios of what could have happen to the Potters, race through his mind and he could only hope that his friend knew at least something to calm his agitated mind that depressingly wanted to see his young Godson again.

"I should write a letter to Aries as while, to keep an eye on Harry. Especially with this news coming out about him being the Potter heir may cause Voldemort's more fanatic followers to try and do something to him." Sirius thought as slipped the finished letter in to an envelope.

Hermione eventually dragged them off to their first class that was with Hufflepuffs which was called History of Magic. Professor Aitcheson was their teacher, an old Scottish man that seem to be a dark arts fanatic. Harry got the impression he was a bit of a fanatic. He had a strange philosophy regarding dark wizards and war and violence for the progress of wizarding culture. Anyone caught criticizing Grindlewald or Morgana got an denetion. Anyone caught criticizing Voldemort got a week's worth of detention, and had to write a letter to the man apologizing for whatever they said. He seemed to pay extra close attention to Harry, who made it a point to say nothing through his entire class lest he let something slip.

"I sort of wish they had kept the previous professor. Professor Aitcheson is ok and all, but I think it would have been interesting to have been taught by a ghost." Hermione said on the way to Charms that they had with the Slytherins.

Professor Flitwick taught Charms and had the greatest sense of humour of all their professors. He regaled the first years by levitating all sorts of things across the room, sometimes bouncing off people's heads as they went. This was the first class where wand-work was required, and the first time Harry had the opportunity to use his wand since he bought it. Removing it from his pocket, he felt an instant surge of power. Ron, who had been dozing next to him, started and whirled around to him as if he'd been poked.

They were asked to levitate a feather as an exercise. Hermione and Ron were the only ones to really succeed. A dark-haired boy beside him and himself had come close, causing their feather to skim the top of both of their desks but never taking flight upwards.

Just as Harry was about to leave with Hermione to Dark Arts and Defence class, Ron and another boy that was beside him that he recognized as the person Ron pointed out to him yesterday at the Sorting ceremony came up behind him.

"Well, Potter, I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you would be cursed until your brain was dead."

Harry glanced over his shoulder and was faced with Aries Black's smiling face. He took a long measuring look, found that the boy hadn't meet anything rude by it.

"HAHA! That was the same thing I was thinking too." Ron's laughing voice spoke from behind Black as he came around him to face Harry too.

"That's not something to laugh about you two! Harry could have been seriously punished." Hermione scolded at the two snickering boys.

"It's alright Hermione." Harry said slightly amused.

"Anyways, this person here is my childhood friend I was talking about." Ron said, jabbing his thumb in black haired boy's direction.

The boy stuck his hand out to him. "A pleasure to meet you, Harry. I'm Aries Black but I bet you know that already."

Harry grasped his hand, shaking it. "I don't think I need to introduce myself to you since you know my name already but I hope we become good friends Aries."

Ron grunted. "Enough of this polite talk. I already have that enough at home."

Aries waved Ron off. "Yeah, yeah. Anyways how about we meet up at lunch to talk some more. Since we're practically brothers."

"Huh? Wait- What." Harry said confused but Aries just smiled secretly and pulled Ron along with him to their next class with Hufflepuffs.

"Well that was odd."

Harry couldn't agree more with Hermione's statement.

"You handled that really well though," she complimented him as they continued on walking to their next class before they were interrupted by Ron and Aries Black.

"Hm? How so? Did you think that Black would curse me or something cause of the news article? I doubt he knows many, if any more curses than I do. And definitely not something that would hurt me. A Finite Incantatem later and I would be fine, he'd have detention at the least and have lost his house points."

"No, I didn't think all of that. Just that since Aries is from such a high-class family and pureblood, I thought he would be snobby," Hermione said surprised at Harry's trail of thoughts that he spoke of. "My Harry, you sure thought all that throughly. Is that why you had your hand in your robe pocket? You sure are more Slytherin than Ron at the least. I even doubt Aries was thinking those thoughts."

Harry frowned darkly at that comment, but inside he was more than a little uncomfortable with the comparison. He was Ravenclaw. The hat had put him in Ravenclaw. His thoughts wandered to when the Sorting hat said that he had dark vibes about him. But that didn't mean he was dark, was it?... No, he wasn't dark he knew that as a fact and Slytherin wasn't a evil house either so there wasn't anything he should be worried about. Just look at Ron and... Well he wasn't sure of Aries. The boy was too secretive for his liking.

Next class that Hermione and Harry arrived at was Dark Arts and Defence, taught by Professor Quirrel with the Gryffindors. Everyone who had been looking forward to it, Harry in particular, was soon disappointed. While Quirrel seemed to know his material, the man was prone to stopping in the middle of what he was saying to sigh in the most depressing way. They had an explanation of the difference between hereditary curses and bloodline curses, and the only thing the other man did was look at him longingly, sigh, and continue with his lecture. Harry was completely unnerved by the man's actions and Ginny must have caught on to the man's looks too because she always glared right back at Qurriel when he looked in their direction.

By the time lunch rolled around, Hermione was bustling with new information that she had gain and was chattering away to Harry, theories of what she would like to get in to more.

Harry just shrugged through her whole speeches and went to find a seat at the Ravenclaw table. This time no one attempted to crowd him out, although no one spoke to him either. The Weasley twins didn't arrived at all and neither did Aries Black. Harry didn't bother to look out for them and ate his lunch in a moment of peace.

After lunch was Transfiguration, taught by Professor McGonagall. Harry knew that Professor McGonagall wouldn't act like they knew each other but would treat him just like any other student which he wouldn't want it otherwise since it keep both of them under tabs and no suspicious glances especially with the newspaper about him, he didn't want Professor McGonagall to get in trouble because of him.

Transfiguration turned out to be as difficult as Harry thought it would be. While the transfiguration of a desk into a pig was pretty fun looking, it was followed by copious amounts of note taking, and then a practice exercise. They were trying to turn matches into needles. Several matches simply caught fire. Harry's sprouted a silver leaf. Hermione came closest by making it silvery and pointy at the end.

Potions was the last class of the day for first years and the Ravenclaws had it with Slytherins again. It was... interesting. Apparently, the rumors of Snape favoring the Slytherins wasn't a lie when he heard a first year Hufflepuff complaining about it at lunch. Snape really did hand out the most points to his own house. He kept giving simple questions to his house and then impossible questions to the Ravenclaws (although Hermione managed to get hers right) and then railed at their stupidity. Harry wasn't sure if he was angry with the bias manner of the man or amused by the ridiculously immature behaviour. At least the man ignored him. Although when he was calling out his name for attendance his eyes stayed on Harry's head longer than the others.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron left Potions class with different expressions on their faces. Hermione was annoyed at Snape's bias attitude (but didn't seem to care too much since she got all her questions right that were directed at her) and Ron was cross between being annoyed as well as ecstatic at getting such an easy class. Harry's expression was rather blank not caring overall about Snape's teaching ways. And if push comes to shove then he would just start learning Potions on his own pace.

They were about to turn a corner and head to where Aries and Ginny would be waiting (All three of them couldn't make it to lunch since they suddenly had emergency letters from their parents for some reason). Secretly Harry hoped those letters weren't about him and how their parents might not want them around him. He admits that he would be slightly upset if his new friends did leave him.

Then Harry suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching them. It defiantly wasn't Snape's but a different pair of one that he had been feeling staring at them for a period of time since they exited the Potions class.

Harry look in that person's direction of view and came face to face with non-other than Trelia Venizolos.

The thoughts from last night when he was going to bed about befriending her flash through his mind and was about to walk over there to her, when he saw the amount of unknown emotions flickering through her eyes as she watched them almost longingly. Almost though.

Harry had continued to look at Trelia while he made a promise to himself, to try figure out those emotions that the other seemed to want to hide so much. There was fear and amazement, pain and an odd sense of derange happiness. Then there was something else, something so very odd but fit perfectly on the other's pale face.

It was so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time to Harry. He struggled to place it, unconsciously knowing that it held a piece of a puzzle he that had seen before yet had forgotten as if the it was a relic from his past. And then he recognized it-

It was the want to kill.

And it was then that Harry realized that Trelia wasn't looking at all of them anymore.

She was directly looking at him.

Harry's breath hitched and his heart sped up as he stared back into those smoky grey orbs that had surely been put a spell on him. Otherwise he knew he would be able to look away. He knew he could, but somewhere in his mind he also knew the truth, and that was that those eyes were fascinating to him. No matter if he knew that Trelia wanted to kill him.

Authoress Note: Argh! I have no clue why but this chapter feels a bit odd to me. Please review your thoughts or advice for this chapter or later on. And thank you for reading :) And PLEASE review any mistakes I made. I get lazy when I have to proof read :P

Translations: (1)Vai means Yes