Oceanbreeze7 here!

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.


Hopefully, you'll all get a little tear-jerk moment in this.


"What?" James gasped, and Harry himself had taken a step back, hand clenched and yet making no move for the wand he had disposed of previously.

Harry said nothing as he stared coldly at the Shade, pain wracking his head in a quick way, momentarily causing his strange feeling of something in his gut vanish, than appear again. His logic was dwindling, abandoning him when he needed it the most.

"Your mind isss leaving you when you need the mossst- ah, the power of darknessss, my dear Shadow."

Harry struggled, throwing off the blind temporarily as he quickly tried to scramble what the Shade meant by prophecy.

'Those with eyes may see the lies that morning brings in gaze. Those with minds may break the blinds that shield us from the truth. Those with pain or those insane shall add to powers reach. Gather round my Nightmare Black, and let my hopes down pour. Let the hopes of melancholy Shades of pleasure pour. Okay, I just need to stall him as I decode what this mean- Agh!'

Harry's mental thought path died on him as another wave of crippling pain hit him, causing a thin black smoke to drift over his skin for some unknown reason.

"Master! No! I'm sorry! I never want this to happen! Please Master! FIGHT BACK!" Harry heard a distressed voice shout, almost sobbing as it seemed to horrified- what was that voice?

"Foolish little ssserpent, why he keepsss you around I will never know." Nightmare Yrrah looked at whatever spoke with disgust before pulling back one of the formed legs as if to kick it-

Harry's eyes snapped open as suddenly, he wasn't looking through his own. A large foot with black talons for feet, incoming, closer and closer to his head-

"No!" Harry hissed, jumping upright, and grabbing the Shade suddenly with enough force to push him to the side, causing him to stumble, one knee on the ground.

Why was he the only one figh- oh.

The Shades had formed a dome of black smoke, blocking any paths towards him. It was truly him with two snak- Lutain!

"Get off of me you foolish half-breed!" Yrrah hissed, swinging a talon arm back, and Harry ducked, giving into some unknown instinct- possibly from his serpent side.

He clamped down hissing loudly on the Shade's neck, sinking sharpened teeth deep into the flesh and ripping off a large mouse sized chunk of snow skin.

Yrrah hissed, stumbling backwards, as adrenalin cleared Harry's mind better than anything so far.

'Those with eyes may see the lies that morning brings in gaze. Those with minds may break the blinds that shield us from the truth.- They'll all see the truth when the sun comes up. Everyone will realize it, or everyone excepting Bella.' Harry reasoned, jutting back as a nearby Shade almost decapitated him.

' Those with pain or those insane shall add to powers reach. Gather round my Nightmare Black, and let my hopes down pour. Let the hopes of melancholy Shades of pleasure pour- Anything with emotions will feed him power. But hopes of melancholy? What is that supposed to mean?'

"Ack!" He hissed furiously as a nearby shade nearly got him once more.

"Give up Shadow, you do not have the power to hold usss off forever." Yrrah hissed in a form of sadistic glee, giving a four fanged grin.

"You try me!" Harry hissed, eyes flashing red as he bared his teeth, mind working impossibly fast, faster than it had since he began Hogwarts.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord Approaches. I assume that means that I'm the one to defeat Yrrah. But who has thrice defied him? Humans have, but does he mean the light and dark in general? Born means by birth- but that is the separation of offspring and mother, but it can also means relating to time or location of an event. Is that possible? Relating time wise to those who have thrice defied him? No- it would have to be from separation.'

Harry lunged left, and Yrrah laughed manically, and Harry tried to find the wand he had previously disposed, awaiting the death he was so certain to have come.

Harry knew that the reason why the shades were so powerful was because the emotions lingering in the air so strongly, fear and horror over the acts of what was happening.

'Born to what? The Light and the Dark? But what is the third category! Their needs to be a third!'

Harry hissed, escaping upwards and suddenly flinching as he was grabbed, hurled down but saving himself moments before impacts.

"you shall not essscape me, Shadow. Nor your pitiful mortal friendsss." Yrrah sneered, not noticing how he was helping solve the puzzle rather quickly.

"Mortals, eh? Born to Muggles, born to mortals, and born to what? I hear the Potter's stole your cloak- they're the third type, eh? James Potter descendent of something you fear?" Harry hissed back, eyes flashing, finding amusement as something akin to fear flashed in the eyes of him, before a harsh snarl fought him back.

"Oh? Seems I touched a tight subject- but I think we both know who we're talking about here." Harry hissed, rolling out of the way of a sharp claw that nearly gutted him.

'Okay- James is part Elf. I can live with that, that makes me part Shade, and one third mortal/el-'

Harry's eyes widened as he realized something, and a cold feeling swept through his body, causing his legs to grow weak momentarily.

And the pain returned with a vengeance.

"Gah!" He hissed, clutching his temples that already had the blood dried from the crescent cuts from his nails. He clawed at it again, seeking any sort of relief to stop the agonizing pressure upon his mind and skull.

"Kill him foolsss! Rip out hisss heart!"

"Get up Master! Get up and strike him down! Stop him!"

"Sssstrike him down!"

"Master!"

Harry flashed his eyes open, disappearing before the two charging shades could get to him, and suddenly it was so clear as to why he was so…unstable.

Years ago, he went through a ritual to turn him part Shade. He knew well and far that it would simply dilute part of his body into part Shade.

But a Shade had no body. They were creatures of pure essence- of the soul.

So if half of his soul started to decay, to rot to turn part shade, he would be left with 50% of his original mindset.

Than the Horcrux's.

"I'm a fool!" He muttered to himself, turning to escape him once more. He couldn't win, he simply had to stall him long enough so he could figure out what to do.

His mind was slowly decaying- the Shade was taking over, there was nothing he could do, except perhaps save this reign of the Dark before he slowly started to go rampage, corrupt things and take over, maybe even slaughter people for the fun of it.

Although…that would be appealing…

He hissed suddenly, twisting as if to shake off the idea. No it wouldn't be! It would not be good nor should it be appealing!

He spun and dove, pointing downwards and disappearing, fading outwards so thin, that in the approaching dawn his form was invisible, and he could barely understand what was even happening.

"Find him! Find him and kill him!"

He touched the ground, and inched around, mind wrapping around something long and cold- a wand.

He formed, grabbing it and shouting out a spell he was positive he would regret shouting out later.

He screamed, clutching his body as what appeared to be smoke from burning skin wafted up into the air. The patronus fish darted away, as if sensing that it in itself drew pain, and all of the creatures nearby screamed in pain as they were burned alive, or shriveled on the floor in agony.

Yrrah watched in disappointment as Shades older than him fell and died in real smoke, and he curled his claws into a fist as he hissed in anger as the well-set wall he had set up of Shades fell, smoke and the smell of rotting flesh thick in the air.

The children were gagging, but there was something…off…

One of the adults shouted something, and a white light shot towards him- a killing green one intercepted it, and Shadow glared at the glasses equipped mortal who looked puzzled.

He was able to lip read one word- 'mine'.

Fangs pulled back into a smirk, and he stalked forward, oh how similar this was to how he disposed of the previous Nightmare. A mere child should not be any more difficult, now should it?

The child spun, a more pronounced Shade quality to him than before- even as he bared his teeth they were sharper and pointed, the eyes crimson instead of the gaping holes on Yrrah's own skull, and their skin shade was near same.

"You dare attack me now?" Yrrah hissed, and Harry's eyes flashed red before he pulled his lips into a dark scowl.

"I challenge you, Nightmare Yrrah of Naitirb Taerg, for position and power of the throne." Harry spoke calmly, and Yrrah froze.

Shades all over snapped their heads to look, and Yrrah scowled even deeper, lips pulled back into a scowl.

"I accept, Shadow of the Mortalsss. Harry Shadisss, Harry Potter of the Half Breedsss, and Ssspeaker of the ssserpentsss. Let the shades of pleasssure pour."

Now- the fight was personal.

Yrrah hissed and jumped up into the air, and Harry did the same, twisting as two twin long tendrils of smoke intertwined in a rather graceful dance, using microscopic pushes and pulls to see the strengths of the others- than they clashed.

The resonating sound of the collision was as if one had dropped a large chunk of solid granite onto a stone bridge, the crack of collision, and the shuddering ripping noise as the smoke clawed at each other, getting lucky while also hurting itself.

The two broke apart before rearing and charging, spitting and biting, clawing and hissing causing the groups of people and other species to flinch as each horrible sound was heard.

"Master….please." Lutain whispered, not able to tell the two blurs apart as they tore ruthlessly apart at each other.

One was forced down wailing, causing a large indent in the ground as something akin to ink thickly covered the ground, the shade itself darted up into the air again, colliding soundly against the other, sending it back into a pillar.

The two were at it again, and Lutain flinched, Nagini turned, hiding her eyes from the sight, and Lutain twitched, looking for anything that could maybe help.

He was so going to regret this.

"Wait here, Nagini." He hissed softly, quickly making his way between the feet of panicking people, the gems behind his eyes glittering as the light from spells reflected back on them.

"Move along fools!" Lutain hissed, moving quickly towards a Thestral who watched with a look of pity in her eyes.

"Mylla!"

"Lutain." Mylla responded, looking down at the ebony snake who quickly made his way up onto her back.

"I need to get to Adalonda- can you help me get there?"

"Any way to assist Master Shadow would be an honor." Mylla calmly stated, rearing slightly and causing people to scream and clear the way, allowing her to easily bolt through the area, making her way to Adalonda on a rock outcropping on the other side of the fight.

"What of this young Lutain? Mylla! My dear your wings still beat!" Adalonda cried, tail thrashing in glee.

"Indeed, Adalonda. It's been a while, and might I say you look as pleasant as ever." Adalonda returned, and Lutain worked his way up to the crest on her back.

"We must hurry- Adalonda, may be use part of your tail?"

Adalonda craned her neck around, looking at Lutain in puzzlement of the strange request.

"Part of my scales? But…why would my skin be needed?"

"We need to get the cloak from the Potter hatchling!" Lutain hissed, and Adalonda met Mylla, who gave a slight shrug, unsure of exactly what would happen.

"Salazar- Mylla, do you understand the human tongue on trees?"

"You mean can I write?" Mylla stated somewhat bitterly and twisted her tail, flapping and folding her wings.

"Forgive me, Mylla that was foolish to ask. Are you aware of the symbol of the cloak?" Lutain asked again, but this time, Mylla actually looked overjoyed.

"Lutain- use your tail and draw a three pointed scale." Mylla eagerly urged, and she craned her neck, nipping largely at her wing, which tore easily and allowed Lutain access to a large pool of blood.

Lutain painted with his tail in the scarlet liquid, the red being easily spotted on the dark green and vibrant colors instead of Mylla's and Lutain's own black skin. The three pointed scale was easily drawn on, slightly crude at that.

"Crack it, down the centre." Mylla instructed and Lutain painted a vivid slash through the centre, overhanging a bit on the bottom.

"Draw a serpent's eye, the crack as the pupil, inside the scale." Mylla finished, and Lutain drew one, more of an egg than an eye, but it would easily be told the symbol.

"Get to the Potters, they'll recognize the sign." Mylla instructed, and Lutain quickly coiled onto the crest of Adalonda as the roared, moving through the paths while keeping her eyes firmly at the ground, only looking at the feet while her bulk weaved between the crowd.

"There! To the left, and stop!"

Adalonda did just that, and Lutain watched as the boy recoiled, his father grabbing him and pulling him behind him for safety means as he spoke in the harsh tongue, spitting out an insult.

"Listen to me you idiots! Look at her scales!"

Lutain hissed, rearing and glaring.

"James." Lily whispered, looking and pointing, and Lutain jabbed his tail towards the mark he had painted, blood on his tail adding to the newly drawn picture.

"Great, he's teaching his pets how to paint." James murmured, but Skylar just looked, before reaching into his wand, and very slowly pulling out the cloak.

"Skylar! Put that away right now!" Lily scolded, and Skylar scowled and for once, stood up for himself.

"No! I've had years to make the right choice! I may not be the chosen one- but that doesn't mean I can't help fulfill the prophecy!" And with that, he hurled it up over the side of Adalonda, to Lutain who grasped it tightly in his coils and slipped it into Adalonda's crest for safety.

"Let's get to Mas-"

"Young Shadow! No!"

The sharp cry of Nagini caused the two to crane their necks to watch in slight horror as one of the Shades had gained the upper ground, quickly slamming down towards the ground, and with a loud snap! The other smoky tendrils that had been thrashing went limp as the other one pulled away.

'Please be Master.' Lutain's mind whispered as he watched the winning shade stand over his prize.

Than, both of the forms started to thicken- turning into a visible solid with ivory skin.

"No." Lily whispered, suddenly being constricted by two arms that held her back as she started to scream, thrashing about, trying to run forward.

The smoke thickened, and the first thing recognizable, was the long black cloak that was tangled on the ground, the silk turning slick as red liquid started to dye the ground. The front of the cloak had been torn open, and a talon foot was buried in other the ribbons that if ever pieced carefully together, would show a special mark of Shadow.

Harry was on his back, lacerations all along his visible flesh, a few fingers with cuts down to the bone and a few areas where bruises were just beginning to form- Yrrah wasn't looking any better, large gashes were claws had ripped into flesh and torn it apart like he was a giant version of Corn on the Cob. A few areas even hard large gouges as if one had simply taken the skin and bit it off.

The sightless eye sockets had large cuts in them, as if in an animalistic attempt for freedom Harry had tried to claw out its eyes with his own nails.

"Brave fight young Shadow, I shall give you that." Yrrah sneered, pulling the claws out of the chest, and Harry gave no movement, only the slight upward motion from the claws not wanting to be removed from the clinging flesh.

Perhaps he was not moving because he was in too much pain?

Or perhaps it was because of the way upon his torso, almost every rib gently pierced through skin and reached upwards like a display of tree branches painted in red.

Or was it the way his neck suddenly cranked right, hear brushing bloody shoulder and his lips were parted ever so slightly.

But it wasn't that-

It was the blank unseeing eyes.

"Victory!"

x-(X)-x

Harry groaned, his fingers curling as he felt something bend under the joints and something grainy dig under his nails.

The second thing he realized, was the wet and earth smell that filled his nose.

He flashed his eyes open, recoiling and darting upward, hands pressing firmly into the soft brown dirt, and grass bending under the force used to push him up.

"What?" He whispered, looking around, eyes blinking at the harsh but not painful sunlight that managed to press on him, although their seemed to be no sky above him.

He was in a clearing, a small picnic table set up at the edge of where the grass had been torn up by dozens of laughing kids and trampling feet. From that point on, the grass grew thick in the brown dirt, occasionally leaving room for wood violets and other flowers to bloom, growing sparser as a small forest set itself all around the clearing, a slightly worn train heading off in two opposite directions.

"Where am I?" Harry whispered, getting to his feet from where he had woken up, nearest a small fire pit made of a tire rim and a few rocks. Another table sat nearest him, on the wood and carved surface sat the oddest array of things, a mirror, a snakeskin, a tiny red dragon (Hungarian Horntail), a potions vial that was currently empty, a golden snitch, and finally a wand, cracked and held together by the thinnest of strand of Phoenix feather.

"Where is this place?" Harry voiced once more, looking up at the sky that started just above the trees, but faded to a white mist, not a hint of darkness or lightness changing the color above and around him.

"I think you know."

Harry spun, looking at a man who had suddenly appeared without warning.

The man was not what Harry had been expecting, he had ebony black hair, almost to his shoulders with a slight glimmer to it similar to the iridescence of a crow's feather. His face was sharp, angular, high cheekbones and hollowed cheeks. He had thick eyebrows, and a small thin nose followed by a mouth pulled into a frown, followed by a lithe body that seemed to suggest the grace of a panther. His fingers were long and thin, and he had his arms loosely crossed- left over right, and stared at Harry.

"I-"

"Please, Boy. Do you lack the logic to understand that you were previously battling a monster of a Shade? While you are a mere babe? You're dead insufferable fool- dead the moment you dared to challenge it!" The man scowled, sending another look of intense disliking.

Harry couldn't help but allow his lips to flicker temporarily as a smile almost dashed across his face.

"So you find this amusing, child? Are you unintelligent like the others? A fool at that, head hardy as to do things as you do such!" The man sneered, and this time, Harry couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Salazar Slytherin, although the circumstances preferably could have been different." Harry nodded, giving a slight bow, and Salazar scowled ever so slightly, but he could not hide that he was somewhat impressed.

"How were you able to familiarize yourself to me?" He asked, and Harry smiled, looking up and down the robes.

"Your clothing is from an elder style, and you share noticeable similarities with my fat- forgive me, Tom Riddle. The hair style and colour is the same as my own through adopted means, I share the nose and cheekbones, and Tom Riddle echoed the hollowness of your cheeks." Harry easily stated, and Salazar narrowed his eyes.

"Aye, but those are not all. What changes that from my blood being mere kin?" He questioned, staring to give a small walk, and Harry watched, a smile fluttering over his face.

"It's a wonderful place." He stated softly, and recognition flitted over the founders face before he gave a deep chuckle.

"Yes- I should have expected you to remember the sound. My voice holds recognition, does it not? Just as this place has for you." Salazar nodded to the small campsite, and grudgingly, Harry did recognize it.

"It is the campsite the orphanage went to- it was raining the last time I was here." Harry murmured, and Salazar gave a nod, eyes watching.

"And you made a choice, in this very spot."

"This is where I met Lutain." Harry continued, and Salazar gave a nod, causing Harry to instinctively look at a spot in the dirt, where he could remember a moaning black snake, shivering and freeing…

"Why is the afterlife this place?" Harry spoke once again, and Salazar frowned, slowly taking a rather aristocrat looking seat on the picnic bench.

"The afterlife comes in all forms, mostly in the form that can reflect the most on thy deceased, or a place that symbolizes where the greatest change in the deceased life was set." Salazar summed up, looking at the site and wrinkling his nose.

"I met Lutain here- I made a companion." Harry said slowly, as if misunderstood.

"Correction- you met a serpent here, and you create an eternal bond." Salazar stated, looking at Harry as he frowned- he needed more examples.

"The bond between you and Lutain is different from that of Tom Riddle and Nagini. Nagini was purchased in a Black Market of Knockturn alley, knowing nothing of love and compassion, while Tom Riddle was an orphan, knowing nothing of parental love and affection."

"So?" Harry hissed, crossing his arms in anger, "How does the fact I watched Skylar grow up in the spotlight change the bond between Lutain and I?"

Salazar sighed, leaning against the back of the bench, taking care to look around the campsite.

"You watched love and affection. You watched and learned of mistrust and denial at a young age, refusing to allow your body to yearn for touch while it did. Lutain grew up in a cage, with a cruel potions master using him for his venom and blood- he knew of love from watching hatchlings with their mother. He and you met, and the longing met and created an understanding- you two have a bond because you both understand one another."

The two stared at one another before Harry turned, looking away and taking a seat next to the young handsome man in his early thirties, he drummed his fingers on the table, sighing and looking up.

"I thought that the Horcrux was supposed to be able to stop this from happening." Harry numbly stated, and Salazar sighed, looking away.

"The Horcrux was a line to pull you out of the dragon's fire. You shall still be burned, but still you will have a life."

"It's my get-out-of-Azkaban-free card?" Harry asked, and Salazar snorted at the analogy.

"No. In my years as a child, Hags would use powers such as a Horcrux to speak with the dead, a single use to speak to those of long pass. They created the Witch Trials with their misuse, embracing death to cackle at the glory of the afterlife."

Harry looked away- the Horcrux was to speak to the dead? What would two make him do?

"However, Shades had never tried such act as they could simply raise the dead themselves, casting living corpses to hide in, and death itself to run in. but splitting the soul of the Shade…you could not. But a mortal soul could- and that is what you have been doing."

Harry turned, standing up to look in the eye of the suddenly somber man, a cold feeling rising in his gut.

"What are you saying?" Harry whispered, suddenly breathless, and Salazar winced, looking the other way.

"You gave up half of your soul to become Shade. Then a quarter of your soul to make Horcrux's, a sliver for yourself in a sea of Shade. The Shade fills in the gaps, Shadow."

"No!" Harry screamed, jumping backwards as if burned, his fingers twitched, itching for his wand to attack his elder, and yet he could not- he couldn't be.

"You knew that your Shade was growing stronger." Salazar reasoned, but Harry shook his head madly, as if it would dispel the horrible thought.

"It will only be a moment of time when you return if you even shall, have your sanity. Your mortal side withers away with every breathing breath. Your emotions run and will soon collapse, leaving behind Yrrah."

"But I'm not him! You just said moments ago how I had a bond with Lutain! Yrrah holds nothing for Niat and Inig!"

"Because he is a true Shade." Salazar calmly stated, beckoning for Harry to draw closer, and Harry did, somewhat nervously.

Salazar gently picked up the mirror, holding it out for Harry, who hesitantly picked it up, and looked into the depths of it.

His reflection was entirely different. Where the scars he once learned to hate used to be, was pale flesh, matching in easily. The forced wrinkles from frowns had vanished, as had the tired look in his eyes. The slight notch on his ear was gone, and his teeth were no longer pointed.

"I…I look…." Harry whispered, reaching up to caress the smooth skin he had never noticed.

"You know, Harry Potter, this never used to be the path for you. Fate set you out on another line- one so different because of one small thing." Salazar smiled, gently sitting down once more, smiling when Harry said nothing.

"The fact that Skylar Potter was born, altered all of reality- watch what you were created to look like."

And before Harry's eyes, his hair shortened messily started to branch out, the blue shimmer turning to ink. His skin-turning tanner before it looked as if he had played in the sun. Glasses formed from the air and rest gently on his nose, his nose and jaw thickened, and his eyes lightened to look carefree. His cheekbones lowered and Harry himself grew broader, startling himself so bad he dropped the mirror. Thankful that with his own eyes and not the reflection, he looked the same.

"In that world, the Dursley's never left you. You never were abandoned, Harry. Lily and James died that night, Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for the murder of Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin vanished for years. You were the Golden Boy, Harry Potter. You had friends, you had Gryffindor, and you were to destroy the Dark Lord of an altered prophecy, your father." Salazar stated softly, and Harry watched, face pale in shock.

"In your first year, you saved the stone, in second year you saved Adalonda from her insane ramblings- it was a mercy kill. In your fourth, you held your own against a Hungarian Horntail." And Salazar threw the plush lightly, allowing Harry to catch it, as well as telling him his wonders of Quidditch (thus the Snitch) of Dumbledore, and Horcrux hunt. His love and rivalry, and many other things that almost hypnotized Harry with what couldn't be.

"Their was only one major key difference in this world-" And Salazar gently lifted the snake skin and set it in Harry's arm.

Harry recognized the type of skin, a translucent black and rather small, splitting around the middle from a huge gash of what looked like claw-

"No!" Harry screamed, dropping the dead skin of a Negro Diamondcross, allowing it to gently hit the fertile dirt and bend a few stalks of grass.

"Harry-"

"No! Lutain cannot be dead! A life without Lutain is a life without me!"

"Harry!" Moreover, Harry stopped, breathing thickly while Salazar gently rubbed his shoulders, and looked at both of the paths.

"It is your choice you know. You fear of the judgment, of the afterlife where you will be condemned for your crimes- but this time, you decide. The path on the left lifts you from damnation, a world without Lutain, but a world without hate and struggle, you'll be free, young one if you go left. The home of Gryffindor and a wife and friends and acceptance, all you've ever wanted." Salazar gently murmured, than he looked right.

"Or go right, to where Nightmare Yrrah awaits, and your insanity ensues. You're choice, Harry Potter, or the Dark Shadow." Moreover, Salazar stepped back, fading into what appeared to be the forest.

Harry looked left, the sweet seduction of freedom and bliss, a nirvana from everything that had ever happened. No scars or pain. No killing or no blood on his hands… so tempting…

"A life without Lutain is a life of nothing. I would rather die and damn my soul to Hell than live in a world where he dies-"And Harry turned, running quickly towards the path on his right. Vanishing into the woods and the ground swirling as mist slowly started to seep upwards, absorbing everything into nevermore once more.

"I told you, Salazar Slytherin, he's a fighter." A woman with black hair and a fair complexion whispered, causing Salazar to scoff at the strict looking woman.

"Oh, be silent Rowena, the hardest bit is still to come." Salazar whispered, his voice vanishing more and more as everything faded to nothing.

Harry's heart very slowly started to pump once more.


Well, i'm not sure if you felt it, but their was only one point that i was trying to get across.

How close Lutain and Harry are.

Also! To my great excitement, i am now on the Epilogue, and am eagerly trying to finish this story before the end of the School Year- highly likely. I must say, that the ending...some may hate it, some may like it, but it's not...it's not exactly what alot of people were looking for...

Oh well, review please!

~Oceanbreeze7