A/N: I got a pretty interesting review last chapter...it asked about seeing the changes and such Draco would do to the magical world...but as of far, the last several chapters won't be mentioning the magical world again (except thru flashbacks)...if anyone would like to see those changes or anything else, hand some idea feed to casper (he just might get me motivated to write a side story unless he gets his way and gets a third part to this story out)...until then enjoy and keep reviewing:)

A/N: Warning: possible disturbing content of bloodshed, violence, and slight torture against children and adults

Chapter Fourteen

"You said the oath began with the Hybrids?" A nod. "How? There weren't references to that!"

Alpha chuckled, enjoying his Heir's curious nature, "Over time legends are lost as many no longer believe or think they pertain to one's family. Others are simply twisted to fit one's ruling or desire. Many others are buried beneath a gordic knot of loopholes to keep it hidden from prying eyes."

"But the oath? It wasn't lost nor hidden. It's told by all Purebloods and Magical Creatures. They just never wrote it down as a law. Why?"

"Because, my Heir, a curse made in blood can never be forgotten. A Blood Curse follows its chosen path no matter the obstacle. The Curse of Consorts is such a powerful piece of Eris' chaotic magic; it is but a taste of her vengeance."

Harry stared at his Sire, trying to understand, "How is it a part of your…mine…uh, our heritage?"

A gentle smile crossed Alpha's face, knowing it was hard for his Heir to accept. Harry's first heritage, a child, innocent and alone, was hated simply for being born by his relatives. His second heritage, a magical one, betrayed him constantly. Now, he hesitated in learning his newest heritage, a creature born of Gods' blood, the Darkest of all, the First born. "Watch, my Heir, watch."

Harry reluctantly turned to the viewing portal as images began to play. / "Ah, my pet, our reign has begun. Soon the last God shall vanish, bringing forth a new era. And shortly, we shall begin our own era unlike the ones my fellow companions have gifted.

"Mother?"

Eris smiled down at her pet, her child. She stroked the silken fur, delighting in the vibrating purrs. "Do not fear, pet. You will soon have a family. When the moon shines high and clear, we shall hunt for a new clan of Gods to balance the unique humans."

He smiled eager for a companion. He desired a mate at his side, cubs of his bloodline. He wished for a clan to call his own, a family so he may not be the last. "Please." He purred the plea to his Mistress, his Mother.

A gleam sparkled in dark eyes, "Yes. Hunting this moon shall work. We are in need of playmates. The brighter the moon, the darker our desires shall rule. Blood will never taste as sweet without fear and tears." She stood from her throne, "Come. We prepare rooms for our chosen."/

"That didn't…"

"Answer the question?" Harry blinked as he was interrupted, "No, it doesn't. Not yet. This was how my clan became to be. I am the first, the Father."

"But how are Hybrids the darkest?"

Alpha smiled, eyes glazed with memory, "Continue watching. It begins shortly." He turned away as his Heir stepped closer, not wishing to renew the part of his past he tried so hard to forget.

/ "The moon raises high, my pet. Look below," she pointed to a small village, dark and quiet, "A village sleeps unaware of their future. Go, my pet, go play. Hunt. Choose. Begin."

Eager for a clan, he allowed the full moon to control his hunger. He allowed his beast complete control in his hunt. Fangs gleamed with dripping saliva and muscles bunched in anticipation before he tore down the hill to the quiet village. He barreled into the first hut, nostrils flaring and scenting deeply.

He paused as he scented a mortal, a young teen stumbling from his bed. Oh, he shivered at the sweet scent of innocence. Fearful screams echoed as his fangs ripped into youthful skin and muscles. H practically buried the smaller body beneath his, lapping at the spilled warm blood. "No! Jason!"

The shrill shriek of the boy's mother caused him to jerk away from such a sweet treat. He snarled as she swung at him with a broom. One solid grip and he yanked it away, forcing her off her feet. He dove for her struggling body, determined to silence her for trying to take away his yummy treat. Her piercing screams woke the village.

Up above, standing proudly, laughed an insane Goddess as torches flared to life. She squealed with delight as she watched the grisly scene of a lone predator using teeth and claws to viciously tear through skin and muscle, laming many of the villagers while more lay dying from sliced throats. She quickly hurried down to soak in the scene, feeling hot sprays of blood across her face, a pink tongue darting out for a taste of heated copper and salt. She grinned widely as blood soaked her gown and hair, drenching her in its heavy weight and scent. She danced nimbly over slick ground, laughing as fire roared high upon the wooden huts, burning bright and fast. She eagerly joined in the fight, grabbing those pretty dolls trying to flee. With her magic she tied them in place, protecting them from the dying and dead. They would be her toys for later. To her, this was but a taste of fear and pain. Soon they would learn to love her touches as had many others.

Within the hour, the entire village had lost. Very few remained alive, moaning in pain. He coated the ground with rivers of blood, painting the village dark red. Fangs dripped with tinted red saliva as his nostrils twitched at the heavy scent of blood, death, smoke, and singed earth. He ended his hunt back where it started, with the lovely treat still lying unconscious upon the ground, purring while holding the warm body very close.

"So lovely. Pretty rivers of dark red." Eris knelt by the boy and her child, "Screams echo in the night. Such pain and pleasure. Oh, how I wish to play." Eager eyes glanced over her new toys.

"Mother?"

"We shall part. This is but a taste of our victory. Soon the wind shall carry our battles to all. The picture of red rivers shall spill for eyes to see." She giggled, dragging two fingers through the thick layer of blood. Her designs made no sense but anyone would recognize the signals of Eris. She would be revered as the one who marked this village for death. Mortals knew she wasn't fully sane or coherent, that she was capable of such terror. "Come, mine."/

Harry gagged, tears falling hotly. He couldn't believe the scene he witnessed. One lone Hybrid destroyed a single village of men and women even tore apart innocent children trying to flee. "Why?"

"That is who we are, my Heir. That is what a lone Hybrid can achieve with the right incentive. Beneath several bright moons I have willingly and eagerly destroyed villages to gain my clan. I regret nothing." Stunned emerald stared at him, "I accepted my heritage. I know who and what I am but you do not."

"But the children! We…I…was always protective of them! They did nothing wrong and you tore them apart for simply running away!"

Alpha gripped the struggling form tightly, unwilling to have his Heir fear him for what he had done. "I chose my clan. I discarded those I did not need. Yes, I could have let them all live but I allowed my instincts freedom. We are protective of our children, those we call ours. But we will defend against any threat to what is ours. I considered them all to be a threat to what I chose as mine."

/Screams rent the air as eager figures ripped through another village. The air grew thick with copper and smoke as tiny rivers ran along the soaked ground and walls. Eris, once again, watched from above. "Yes, it's almost complete. Soon another shall begin. My child, enjoy now for you will be needed to fulfill another's destiny. A child of my blood shall be born. Children of ours shall rise from shadows." She grinned at the scene, knowing what was ahead, "Soon."/

/She watched from her throne, eyeing an open portal. She had one last gift to grant. "Yes, time to begin. Come, my desiring hunters. Do not fail me." In her portal frolicked four Hybrid cubs. She kept an eye on the shadows behind them. It had been a matter of time, decades since they destroyed villages. Now she watched as a group of hunters were formed of those with magic, ones with a grudge to bear. "Please, do. I beg of thee."

Her eyes glittered dangerously. She raised four powerful children of magic, giving them purpose and path in life. All she asked in return, to leave what was hers alone. But here she found after giving them land and money to build they dared to secretly begin the eradication of her children. "Come out; come out, wherever you are."

In one fluid movement, she stood, eyes sparkling as the hunters found and attacked the cubs. Most of the spells bounced of their natural shields until their enemy began casting weapons to attack. The cubs shrieked in pain and fear as they tried to flee, to fight back. But the weapons relentlessly rammed the young bodies, tearing through thick hide for the vulnerable skin below. Splattered droplets of blood showed their victory as they howled for help. Eris vanished from her temple to her children's side just as two cubs finally fell to its wounds and the last two fell to sharp slices across their throat from charmed daggers.

"No more beasts now."

"There's more but this will get the Minister's point across."

"He'll be glad to know the devices work. They've got shields but are easily worn down."

Eris immediately made her presence known. "Hunters. Yes, a special group of Unspeakable directed by the Minister. Such a shame you did not listen to me. I made you who you are now and I can change that. I would be willing to overlook such actions but they," she pointed to the fallen cubs, "were mine. Your Founders should have already explained this. Do not touch what is mine." Her eyes flared with power, "You broke the one law handed down by the Gods and you all shall pay every single one of you. It will be in your magic, this curse you shall carry," she smiled at their stunned looks, "The Curse of Consorts. Blood for Blood. You all shall lose what's precious to you. All but one." She turned to one man, staring straight at him, lucid and calm, "But you, my new pet, you will bear your line until it ends in betrayal, bloodshed, and death. It will be on your head that a child born shall destroy all this Ministry stands upon. It will be on your head your fellow wizards shall suffer one dark era and straight into another. From your line shall be a child of my blood. My Wielder." She smirked as they tried to run, thinking they could free themselves from her curse but she would not allow her children suffer without a chance for revenge. No, they would be the first to fall.