Garo Dark Hollow

ESKK: Well here we are my final attempt at a Harry Potter Garo story. I do hope this one is better because I'm tired of redoing it. First and second tries had it with Harry as Garo the third and fourth were OC's who quite frankly were terrible and now here we are back with Harry as Garo. So yeah enjoy it while you can folks and hope it turns out well enough to continue.

"Talking."

'Thinking.'

(Scene Break/Music Insert)

-Lyrics-

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Garo. They belong to JK Rowling and TV Nihon now then let's get started. PS: I also do not own the opening salvo of this chapter it belongs to Sprinter1988's fic Harrys Had Enough. I'm only using it for this chapter's purpose. More so I've been trying to get into contact with him but I fear he is either no longer among fanfic or has opted to ignore me. Be that as it may please credit the original writers for stuff you use from them regardless if they are dead or alive.

(Start Gryffindor Common Room)

Harry staggered through the portrait hole and made his way over to one of the comfy armchairs before slumping down into it. Blood flowed in scarlet trails across the surface of his left hand. The cuts had already reached the bones of his hand, and Harry wondered whether or not tomorrow's detention would result in the words etching themselves into the metacarpal bones themselves.

Harry shook the hand violently in anger; the pain was quite irritating. He let out a huff of air through clenched teeth and then slumped back in the chair. His hand stung violently, but his head was pounding on a scale that made it seem like the drummer from some crap wannabe band was using his brain for practice, beating seven bells of shit out of him in the process.

Since coming back from Christmas break, Harry had had to endure twice-weekly private tutoring lessons with Snape, during which time Snape was supposed to help Harry protect his mind from attack by outside forces. However, the visions and dreams that they were supposed to be blocking were increasing by the day, and the headaches were making it nearly impossible to focus on anything.

The greasy haired git was not helping. Harry had come to that conclusion after just the first of their lessons.

Suddenly something grabbed his hand and it was dumped into a bowl of liquid. The stinging sensation began to ease as the soothing properties of the Murtlap Essence did its job.

Harry blinked owlishly at his hand before turning his gaze to Hermione, who was now sitting on the arm of his chair and holding the bowl of Murtlap.

"Thanks, Mione." He managed to say, though it came out more as a groan than anything else. Even speaking caused his headache to worsen. Fan-bloody-tastic.

Hermione just smiled and wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders, intent on holding him while the Murtlap did its job. She just wished she had something on hand to lessen his headaches. Every headache-curing potion they had tried failed to work, and neither did dreamless sleep potions; they failed to block the nightmares, and only succeeded in making it harder for him to wake up from them.

After a good twenty minutes of bathing his hand, during which neither of them said anything, Hermione removed his hand from the bowl, which she set down on the table, and then she conjured up a few bandages.

"I'm sorry." Harry muttered as Hermione began wrapping the bandages securely yet gently around his hand.

"Don't be, Harry." Hermione replied as she tended to Harry's wounds. "It's no bother. Someone's got to look after you." Hermione added as the smile on her face made sure that there was no sting in her words, but Harry still winced. She didn't get it but at least she was trying.

"I don't know how much longer I can put up with this." Harry said as he looked down with a flurry of thoughts in his mind.

Hermione's face took on a confused look when Harry said that. "What do you mean Harry?" Hermione asked with concern over those words.

Harry opened his mouth to answer her, closed it again, opened it once more, and then shut it again before giving a little shake of his head that did his headache no favors.

"Don't worry, Hermione. I'm just being silly." Harry lied as he hated doing this to her… but Harry was at his limit. Harry won't lie he'd happily be a hero only if he could fade to obscurity. He hated being in the spotlight but he also can't stand when people are hurt.

Hermione of course eyed him suspiciously feeling as if there was something more to his words.

Harry forced a smile onto his face to throw her off the scent as it were. "Honestly, Hermione, I'm fine. Go on, go to bed. It's nearly midnight." Harry urged as he would make the hardest choice he had ever made.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked as she looked to Harry.

"Yes Hermione. Now go to bed. I'm just going to rest here for a minute, then I'll go up myself." Harry said and in turn Hermione conceded to Harry.

"Well, ok." Hermione replied, sounding uncertain but none the less agreed with him. She then stood and made her way over to the staircase that led the way up to the girls' dormitories. She'd only gone up three steps when she turned back. Harry wasn't looking at her; instead he was staring into the fire. Hermione shook her head and continued up the staircase. She'd wheedle it out of him soon, she always did.

Harry knew she would too, that's part of what he liked about her; he could talk to her, unlike just about any other girl on the face of the Earth… unlike just about any other person on the face of the Earth, for that matter. Hermione was always prepared to listen to his concerns and discuss them, whereas everyone else either brushed off his concerns, unless it concerned them too, or simply brushed him off before he even got to voice those concerns.

But this… this was not something that he could talk to Hermione about. He didn't think she'd understand. In fact, he was certain that she wouldn't understand. Very few people would, if any at all.

The question was, though, would he do it? Could he do it? Should he? Harry watched the dying embers in the fireplace as they fizzled out one by one, slowly extinguishing the light in the common room.

What had he gotten out of his time at Hogwarts School since coming back last September? Well pain was one thing, his pounding headache and sore hand were testament to that much. A lifetime ban from the sport he loved to play, and his broom confiscated so he couldn't relax with a nice, lazy fly around the grounds. Oh, and the scorn. Everywhere he went, around every corner, along every corridor and inside every classroom he was met with anger, hate and scorn. And there was no escaping it either.

He had done nothing to deserve this. Ever since he had first set foot into this school, he had striven to always do what was right over what was easy, and yet it was always he, Harry, who received the punishment, be it getting rid of Norbert, Hagrid's pet Dragon so that the man would not get into trouble for having it, or preventing Draco Malfoy's conjured snake from attacking Justin Finch-Fletchley, preventing Sirius and Remus from becoming murderers, saving his cousin Dudley from two attacking Dementors, raising the alarm that Voldemort had returned to full physical form... it was always Harry who paid for it in the end. He didn't get so much as a "thank you" for saving Hagrid's behind when it came to that bloody dragon, instead he got an all-night detention in the Forbidden Forest, Draco Malfoy didn't even get one single house point docked for conjuring that bloody cobra in the middle of the crowded Great Hall whilst Harry was on the receiving and of several months' worth of hatred and suspicion. Wormtail escaped, leading to Voldemort's return, he got his arse hauled before the entire Wizengamot for saving his stupid cousin's whale-sized backside, and now he was being branded an attention seeking nut-job because he told the world that Voldemort had returned.

And what did he ever gain? Well that was easy: one special award for services to the school, and a few house points the numbers of which paled in comparison to the number taken from him by Snape for stupidly petty reasons like breathing too loudly or being half a second late in adding a dash of mandrake root to a pepper up potion (Harry had checked later and found that the mandrake could have been added up to two minutes later than stated in the textbook without any ill effects).

Whoop-de-bloody-do!

Not once was there a "Huh, sorry about that Harry, guess you were right after all" or a "Wow, you certainly saved our arses there Harry, sorry for doubting you." Instead it was either "Take these house points and shut up before you make someone look stupid" or "Honest, Harry, I always believed you, it was everyone else, honest."

Then he would be sent back to Little Whinging to suffer at the abusive hands of his relatives for a month, during which time everyone seemed to be hit with some kind of reset button and go back to waiting to blame him for anything and everything that went wrong and once again hate his guts at a moment's notice.

And to be honest, Harry had had enough of it. Harry's parents sacrificed themselves to save him from Voldemort when he came knocking. His mother she was the one to slay the bastard that night not Harry but instead since she was a muggleborn they rather hail a half-blood as the savior of their world as long as it benefited them.

It was the thought of his parents that Harry made the choice in the end. If for no other reason than to honor his parents Harry would choose to live over dying. If the Ministry, and the Wizarding public as a whole were prepared to bury their heads in the sand and let Voldemort take over, then why should Harry make the effort to put things right?

If the staff at Hogwarts couldn't be bothered to help him and instead leave him to Umbridge's mercy whilst they sat in their offices pretending that everything was fine, then why should he take the brunt of the bitch's wrath?

If the students could not be bothered to form their own opinions based on Harry the person instead of Harry the myth then why the fuck should he bother to teach them?

Because he was too bloody soft, that's why.

Well that would change. Harry vowed that much to himself. Shock the mouse too many times, and he stops going for the piece of cheese. Well in this case Harry was the mouse, saving everyone was the cheese, and the world turning on him over and over was the shock.

If everyone wanted to doubt him, if the Ministry wanted to torture him, if the Order wanted to leave him clueless about what was happening in the war, if Dumbledore couldn't even bring himself to look at him, far less show any confidence in him, then so be it. They could all just go rot in hell.

Head still throbbing, Harry pushed himself up out of his seat and left the Gryffindor common room and headed up to the fifth year boys dormitory. Inside he found Ron snoring loudly, Neville snoring less loudly, Dean mumbling some football-related chant as he slept, and Seamus sprawled across his mattress drooping copiously. Confident that no one would overhear him Harry changed out of his robes and into his pajamas and crawled into his bed, drawing the hangings around him as he did so.

"Dobby?" He called quietly and in turn with a near-silent pop, Dobby the House Elf appeared out of thin air, standing on the bottom of the bed.

"Harry Potter sir is calling Dobby?" Dobby asked as he looked to Harry.

Harry nodded as he then gave Dobby his order. "It's tomorrow. Send out the letters." Harry said and in turn saw how Dobby's happy expression turned into a saddened one.

Dobby looked sad as he bowed his head. With a mumbled "Yes, sir." Dobby said before popped away. Harry momentarily felt guilty for making Dobby look that sad, but then it passed. It had to be this way, for Harry's own sanity if nothing else.

Wearily he pulled the covers up around himself and lay down for one more sleep that was sure to be nightmare filled.

It was. Apparently it was Avery who had pissed Voldemort off this time, and then Harry nearly got to open that accursed door when he was awoken by a pillow landing on his face.

Sitting up and shoving his glasses on his face as the pillow was whisked away, Harry saw that Ron, Dean and Seamus were hurling their pillows at each other. A glace across showed that Neville's bed had already been vacated.

"Morning Harry." shouted Dean and Seamus as they began beating Ron into submission.

Harry muttered something along the lines of "Munin" before groggily making his way to the bathroom for a wash. At least Seamus had come around. Aside from the barmy brigade that made up The Quibbler's usual client list, he was about the only one. The interview might have made that particular edition to sell out (twice), but that was only because people wanted another chance to gawk at what "Potty Potter" (as so many had so intelligently chosen to dub him) had to say.

When he came back out of the bathroom, Dean and Seamus had left for breakfast but Ron was still there, looking none the worse for wear.

"You alright Harry?" Ron asked as he looked to his best friend.

"M'fine." Harry replied, searching in his trunk for what to wear today.

"You should hurry up." Ron said as he looked to Harry "I think Hermione's waiting for us downstairs so we can all go to breakfast." At the mere mention of the world, Ron's stomach gave a loud growl in disapproval at the amount of food it currently lacked.

"You know what?" Harry began as he pulled a pair of balled up old socks out of his trunk "I'm going to be a few minutes yet. You and Hermione go on ahead." Harry said and in turn Ron was surprised by this.

"You sure, mate?" Ron asked as he sounded a bit concerned with this.

"Yeah, you go on." Harry said while he was unfurling the socks "I'll see you down in the Great Hall in a bit." Harry all but lied to Ron and the boy who lived was thankful Ron was too dim to realize it.

"Alright." Ron replied before leaving the room to eagerly search for some food.

Hearing the door shut, Harry sank onto his bed and closed his eyes as a single tear escaped "For God's sake look after her, Ron." Harry said in a choked whisper.

(Later with Hermione)

Hermione had not had a very good night. She kept waking up having dreamt that Harry was about to do something foolish and she needed to stop him, or that he was in a dangerous situation and he needed her to help him. Six times these dreams had occurred, and each time she had thrown herself out of bed, wrapped herself in her dressing gown and been halfway down the stairs from the girls' dorms before managing to convince herself that it was just a dream and that she should go back to bed. She would talk to Harry in the morning.

Now she found herself growing slowly more and more frustrated as first Neville, then Dean and Seamus and now Ron came down the staircase with still no sign of Harry.

"Where is he?" Hermione demanded of Ron, admittedly sounding a little more hysterical than she would have liked.

Ron was completely taken aback by her seemingly rather sudden outburst, but he didn't need to ask who she was talking about. There was only one person whose whereabouts Hermione ever got hysterical over.

"He's getting dressed and said he'd meet us down in the Great Hall." Ron explained as though that resolved everything.

Hermione decided that she was having none of that, and made to march right up that staircase and see Harry now.

Ron, however, had other ideas and grabbed her around her waist, lifted her off her feet, spun around so that they were facing the portrait hole and set her down again "He's getting dressed and won't appreciate you barging in on him." Ron said but Hermione worry was not going to take it.

In fact to be honest, Hermione couldn't give a toss if Harry was bollock naked up there, she was going to see him and that was that!

Unfortunately Ron once again had other ideas and pushed the now rather indignant young witch across the common room and gave her an unceremonious shove out through the portrait hole and into the corridor beyond. "He said he'll see us in a minute, now come on." Ron said clearly unaware of what was truly going on with Harry at the moment.

Hermione gave a rather indignant, and not to mention thoroughly embarrassing squawk as she received another shove and then proceeded to bluster and mutter death threats to Ron all the way down to the Great Hall. Once there she sat at the Gryffindor table with great reluctance. She paid no attention to the food that surrounded her, and ignored the low drone of many early morning conversations that were happening around her. Instead she sat rigid and unmoving, eyes locked on the door to spot Harry the moment he arrived. She had no intentions of letting him out of her sights today. Something deep within her told her that to let him go off on his own today would be a mistake that would come with painful consequences.

She didn't know it yet, but the mistake had already been made.

(Scene Break Later in the Great Hall)

Ten minutes later, Hermione was getting very impatient and was just about to get up to go in search of her missing friend when a screech owl landed before her, bearing a copy of The Daily Prophet.

Deciding to give the headlines a quick scan before setting off on her search, Hermione unfurled the rolled up newspaper and turned to the front page. Instantly her eyes widened in surprise at the headline.

Daily Prophet Exclusive!

Harry Potter Speaks Out!

Hermione's face turned chalk white as she read the first line.

To the readers of The Daily Prophet, I, Harry James Potter, should like to formally announce my withdrawal from the Wizarding World.

Hermione sprang up from her seat and raced from the hall, the newspaper lying forgotten. Ron and Neville, who had been sitting either side of her, leaned in to see what had caused her to leave, and balked.

This decision is not one I have taken lightly, but the past few months have really driven home the fact that I obviously do not belong in your world.

Ron and Neville shot out of their seats, Ginny already a step ahead of them.

Until the day that I turned eleven, I knew nothing about the Wizarding World. Until then, I had been raised by my Muggle relatives, who told me nothing of my heritage.

Luna was now on her feet, closely followed by Cho and a few other Ravenclaws. Dean and Seamus bolted for the doors also, followed by Parvati, Lavender and the Weasley twins.

I did not fit in within the Muggle World, my odd tendencies to turn a mean teacher's hair blue or jump so high that I landed on the school roof made sure of that.

Dumbledore, McGonagall and Flitwick had gotten up from the staff table and began making their way to the doors, following on the heels of the rest of the D.A.

When Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts School Caretaker arrived to bring me into the Wizarding World, I thought that the magical community sounded like a wonderful place, where anything was possible. How wrong I was.

Hermione made it to the top of a fifth staircase and sprinted off down the corridor just as Ron, Neville and Ginny arrived at its base.

All too soon the darker, seedier side of the Wizarding World made itself known, in the forms of people like Draco Malfoy and his gang, who taunt and discriminate people based on something that no person in the world, Magical or Mundane, has any control over: their parentage.

Hermione scrambled down the corridor towards the entrance of Gryffindor Tower. The Fat Lady gave her a sad, sympathetic look, and her portrait swung open without Hermione giving the password.

From the first moment I stepped foot within the Wizarding World, I have been gawked at like some animal on display at a zoo, and have been subjected to many muttering and snide comments made behind my back.

Ron threw himself through the portrait hole just in time to see Hermione's ankles disappear up the staircase to the boys' dormitories.

In my time within the Wizarding community, I have been hailed as a hero, someone to be admired, and disparaged, said to be the next Dark Lord in training.

Students and staff alike poured into the Gryffindor common room, hoping that they were not too late.

In my time within the Wizarding World, I have prevented the man who calls himself Lord Voldemort from stealing a rare and valuable magical artefact that could have been used to return him to life, I have slain the monster lurking within the legendary Chamber of Secrets before it could be used to kill the innocent, I saved an innocent man from a fate worse than death, I have fought Trolls, Dragons, Dementors, Wraiths and Dark Wizards aplenty. I have confronted Sphinxes, Boggarts, Merpeople, Skrewts and Acromantula. I have even seen a friend murdered before my own eyes.

Hermione's stomach dropped when she saw Harry's bed empty. Her legs gave way and she slumped over, tears welling up in her eyes.

I have fought evils that most people could not dream of, I have saved the school from closure every year and I have literally bled for the protection of the Wizarding World more times than I care to count, but apparently that just isn't good enough is it?

Ron sank down onto his mattress, eyes wide. Ginny slumped over next to him. Neville leaned against one of the posts to Harry's bed and closed his eyes as if in pain.

I escaped from a battle that nearly brought about my death, and told the world that the Dark Lord had returned. I gave a list of his followers, in the hopes that action might be taken before it was too late.

Luna clutched at the stich in her side, and joined the others in staring at the bed. Around them, Cho, Dean, Seamus and their fellow Gryffindor's gathered, cold realization gripping them.

But rather than heed my warning, the Ministry of Magic decided that I was not to be believed. The Minister of Magic himself saw to it that the Death Eater captured at Hogwarts had his soul sucked out before the man could give evidence.

More and more students were piling into the room, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw alike. There were no serpents amongst them.

Rather than announce to the world that the dark times were about to return, the Minister chose instead to turn on any who dared believe what I said.

Dumbledore and McGonagall pushed their way into the room, other staff members following in their wake.

Instead of taking a list of those who arrived at the Dark Lord's rebirth to the Aurors so that arrests could be made, the Minister chose instead to begin a smear campaign against me and any who dared to believe me.

Remus entered the kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place to find Sirius crying into his hands and a grave looking Tonks, who's normally bubble gum pink spikey hair was now long, lank, dark and dreary.

Rather than admit that they were losing control of the Dementors of Azkaban, the Ministry saw fit to give me a trail before the entire Wizengamot because I defended myself against the foul soul sucking monsters.

Amelia Bones slumped down into the chair behind the desk, running a hand wearily over her face.

Instead of tightening security around Azkaban, the Ministry pretended that everything was fine, and when ten of Voldemort's followers managed to escape, they insisted that it wasn't their fault, instead choosing to blame their long-time scapegoat Sirius Black.

Cornelius Fudge chucked the paper aside and bit into his second butter-covered crumpet of the morning, a satisfied grin on his face.

The Daily Prophet has decided to get in on the act, making snide remarks about me whenever the opportunity presented itself. Why tell the truth, when lies and rumors sell so much better?

Percy Weasley stared blankly at the prophet, his mind racing with the question What if?

Since my return to Hogwarts, I have been subject to more ridicule and bad-mouthing than ever before, as well as attacks on my mind, my body and my soul. Privacy is no longer something I am entitled to, and it seems that as far as the Ministry is concerned torture is an acceptable practice, so long as it is me how is on the receiving end of it.

Dolores Umbridge had a wide smile on her face as she sipped her tea, alone at the staff table.

Just like everybody on this planet, I have a breaking point. Being tortured and branded a liar for trying to protect the world was mine. When you reach your breaking point, you can do one of two things; you can snap completely, and make sure everyone around you suffers as well, or you can walk away. I choose the second option; because walking away is the best way for me to make everyone else suffer.

Bill Weasley entered the kitchen of the Burrow looking somber, and set the bad news down in front of his parents.

You see, it has become clear to me that some of you need a history lesson. Voldemort gained power once before, and the Ministry was all but powerless to stop him. For eleven years the almighty Ministry of Magic ran around in circles, in a blind panic with no clue as to what to do whilst Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters went around slaughtering any Wizard or Muggle they felt like killing. Be they Prewitt, Dearborn, Bones, Fenwick, McKinnon, Meadowes or Longbottom, no light-aligned pureblood family escaped losses, and if you were a Muggleborn, your only option was to head to a country outside of Europe. By 1981, the Ministry contained many Death Eaters, from Aurors to Unspeakables and every point in between, whilst many others were held under the imperious curse, the Ministry was just a few weeks from falling, perhaps even days, when something quite unexpected happened. Lord Voldemort himself personally murdered two of the light-side's best warriors, and then turned his wand on their son. But his curse failed, and he was thrown from his body, vanquished by a mere baby in a crib.

Now that baby has grown up, and after fourteen years of peace, he has tried to tell the world that Voldemort has come back, but the world won't listen.

And now the vanquisher of Voldemort has had enough. He is leaving you.

To the Death Eaters I say "Carry on, do as you wish, I'll not point you out to the masses again."

Sitting at a long dining table, Lucius Malfoy raised his morning cup of tea in a toast-making gesture. His wife mirrored him as they both smirked.

To Lord Voldemort I say "You can have the Wizarding World. From what I have experienced, you are quite welcome to it."

Voldemort's red eyes seemed to shine even brighter as he threw his head back and laughed.

To my friends, or at least those of you that actually are my friends, I say "Sorry, but I cannot deal with this pathetic world anymore."

At the Slytherin table, Draco and his cohorts were cheering loudly, and congratulating each other on a job well done.

And to the rest of you, the writers who discredit me, the Ministry who belittles me, the protectors who constantly fail me and most importantly of all, you the public who decry me, I say this; you better hope your Ministry is right, because the last person who saved you from Voldemort will not waste another drop of his magic on you, lose a drop of blood for you, or produce a single drop of sweat for you. He is done with you.

Deep beneath the entrance to Gringotts' bank, head Goblin Ragnok nodded to Griphook and two other Goblins who, together, sealed the Potter family vaults from access.

Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky again, and another baby will finish off Voldemort, but I doubt it.

In an overgrown garden, Dobby the House Elf raised his hands slowly, palms facing forward. To either side of him, at least twenty other House Elves were mirroring his actions. Magic left their hands and began stretching out to form a repelling barrier.

When you are all crying out against the fate of the world, and when you are all dying in a hostile and bloody war, remember this: I did warn you.

Dumbledore stepped forward and stared forlornly at the pillow of Harry Potter's four-poster bed. There Harry Potter's wand lay, snapped clean in half. His trunk and all of his possessions were gone.

Luna wrapped an arm around a sobbing Hermione's shoulders. Her own eyes stung with tears.

This is Harry Potter saying "Goodbye, and good riddance."

But what many failed to know was that this was not the end of the young wizard's story.

(Scene Break Brothel London)

"Oh you don't say." A woman was heard in a sensual tone as she laid in bed with her latest client.

"Yeah blood damn good of him to leave if ya ask me." The man said as he was seen with a goatee while lying in bed with the Prostitute both drinking a bottle of water.

"But truly a pitiful ending, the hero of the tale instead of enduring chooses to leave the people to their fate." The woman said as she took a swing of her water.

"If you ask me tales where the Hero does something like that are far more interesting than the cliché." He said with a small chuckle. "After all it takes a great hero to fight despite all that he has endured but it takes a greater hero to know when to put down the sword and walk away from it all." The man said to which the woman chuckled.

"But whatever happened to the boy and his bookish witch love interest?" She asked while looking to the man she had bedded for his money. "What a waste of time if you ask me." She said getting ready to leave only for the man to grab her from behind.

"Of course it was that was the 'official,' version after all." The man said as he pulled her down and smiled down at her which she in turn returned. "But what if I told you the truth was far out there, and with it comes its continuation?" He asked and thus the woman began to grow intrigued.

"Go on." She said and thus the man smiled down at this trollop while sending sensual kissed to her neck. "What if I told you the story had caught the eyes of a special brand of wizard, witch." He began before pausing to take a swing of his water. "And Knights?" He asked and thus the woman grew interested in what this man had to say to her.

"Keep talking handsome." She urged no doubt wanting hear more of this tale.

"The boy crossed paths with one of these warriors their greatest in fact, and in time reunited with his young love and together they join to fight for the greater good." He said as he looked to the woman. "To hunt true monsters to hunt true demons." HE said and in turn the woman was more vested now.

"Demons you say?" She asked as she smirked down to her client.

"I may be short on coinage though but I'm quite certain that I still have time with you milady." He said as he rolled over to the woman as her eyes began to glow. "I can share quiet the tale in fact I may have a demon down south to introduce you too." He said and thus they continued their little 'session,' with each other.

(Scene Break Streets)

It was late at night as rain poured down from above. A young man was seen walking through with only a coat that had a hood attached to it. As he walked he ensured the hood covered his head to keep himself dry as he had a particular target in mind. He went on as he sighed a bit seeing his breath through the cold air while he went on.

This young man while dressed nicely wore a white duster with black as a secondary color and a red inner lair. Certain parts of it had gold ornaments of sorts that seemed to add to the appeal it gave him. Under the duster was what, appeared to be leather armor over his torso and black slacks that ended at a pair of nice looking shoes. The Shoes in question weren't expensive looking but clearly they were specially made for a purpose of some sort here.

He had a mission this night and when he completes it he would finally be ready to make it on his own. In a way this was the ideal life he wanted if he had to be a hero. Save lives and silently fade into the background obscured from others happy to become a true proud savior in the dark.

As he walked he just knew where to go for his silent guide would never lose track of a scent once he has it. As he continued down the path for a brief moment a crimson handle to a sword within a crimson scabbard was seen suggesting itself and its owner as people of great importance. His mission was clear his target was known now all that was needed was for him to cut away its darkness from this world.

(Meanwhile back at the Brothel)

"So you said the boy had a new part to his story did you not?" The woman asked from under the sheets blowing the man. "Well of course the order whom took him in hunted Demons so he would have to do the same." He said as the woman continued to pleasure him as the room began to fill with a black smoke of some sort. "No… pardon demons is the wrong word to use. The word I intended was Horrors." The man said and thus the woman was left surprised by his words.

"Horrors?" She asked making it sound like an odd name to give Demons.

"Yes Horror priests of yore called them demons and while it's an astute comparison it's a bit off from the truth." The man said as he went into detail of this story here. "See these Horror their like animals the feast upon you from the inside out taking you apart from within bit by bit until eventually they wear your skin and assume your identity." The man said as he had his hands behind his back relaxed which seemed odd for some reason.

"You don't say?" The woman asked curious as to what this man had to offer with his odd tale of powerful magicians, Demons, and the Knights who hunt these demon.

"Yes in fact a colleague of mine had commented how men walk into this brothel and never come back out." He said and thus the woman leaned her head on her face to look at the man while rubbing his tool some.

"Oh well it tends to happen to men who taste the forbidden fruit." She offered as it seemed more like this prostitute was trying to… distract this man.

"Perhaps or perhaps the men had a run in with one of these Horrors." The man said with a smirk to the whore before him.

(Meanwhile elsewhere)

Death Eaters began gather around the house of their latest target. As they prepared to attack it was odd that it was so isolated like this. Regardless they had a goal here and they refused to return to their lord as failures. Lately many of their targets have either vanished before they arrived or had long since fled. Voldemort has suspected a spy amongst their ranks but weeding them out had become tiresome. But the fact his prey keep eluding him time after time had grown to ignite his ire.

The magical prey ran but the mundane ones were left untouched and thus had become more larger targets for the Dark Lord. As they began to approach the house they ensured any apparation, portkey's, or Floo's were inoperable to prevent their query from escaping their grip once more.

Once they were all set a silent signal was made and thus spells were fired that set the house ablaze that would burn all those inside. It did not take long or the entire house to start burning with the occupants inside likely seeking escape.

(Back over at the Brothel)

"So you believe a Horror is here?" The woman asked her client as she straddled him. "How can you be so sure?" She asked and thus the man responded to her question with a cocky smirk plastering his lavish features.

"My brother always said it was the smell." The man said and thus the woman chuckled to this.

"My word your incorrigible." She said with a lustful smile to her client who seemed unaware of the shadows gathering on the floor of this particular room. "And by the looks of it the demon you brought here is hungry." The woman said feeling his manhood hard and rearing to go.

"Are you sure about this, after all our time is up and I only had enough for that." The man said as the woman smirked to her client.

"Just be sure you satisfy me." The woman said and thus to her surprise her lover for the evening flipped her over. They shared a lust filled kiss as it seemed the man was doomed when the shadows rose into tendrils behind him. At least… until he broke the kiss and from his cloths pulled out a brush and from its bottom a knife shot out which he stabbed into the shadows that formed into a creature. The blade was stabbed into the creature's mouth as the woman's body cried out from it. Once that was done he drew forth tags or talismans and applied them to the creature's body before they all exploded and stained the wall behind the creature.

As only a head now the woman's body vanished showing it to be only an illusion to attract her prey. "What did I say a Horror right here for the picking." The man said with a clear cocky smirk on his face. "Listen well demon the name of the man who bested you I am Edward D. Delmont and as the one who bested you I ordain thee to deliver this message to your allies in Makai, this world is under the protection of the Makai Order and with it the latest bearer of the Golden Armor my dearly departed brother had wielded." The man as he glared at the Horror before him. "His name is…" He began as he glared at the monster of the Makai.

(Back at the burning house)

Just then the Death Eater leading this attack kicked the door down and to his shock found the house while burning was bare of any belongings. More so there was only one man here as his hood was off to reveal the green eyes and wild hair of a boy turned man who was long thought to have abandoned Magical Britain to its fate.

"You the half-blood still live?!" The Death Eater asked shocked at what he saw of the glorious Dark Lords hated foe.

"You know who I am, Death Eater or perhaps I should call you." He began as he drew a lighter and lit an emerald flame on it. The fire caused the man's eyes to focus and from it his eyes showed the marks of a Horror within them. "A Horror." The young man said glaring at his foe through his glasses while putting the lighter away.

"Harry Potter." The Death Eater snarled but sensed he was different from before changed by some sort of power.

"I am the latest inheritor of a great legacy accepting the duty to purge the world of Horrors like you." Harry said as he glared at his foe while raising his sword heavenward. "You may call me." He began before he spun the blade and in turn cut open a circle that opened into a portal. From it a set of Fanged Golden Armor shot out that attached itself to the hero of the hour which caused the Death Eater to gasp in fear of what he saw.

"The Golden Knight GARO!" Harry or Garo announced with a beast like snarl before he glared at his foe through his emerald eyes.

(Back at the Brothel)

"Impossible Garo yet lives." The Horror gasped as the name of the Golden Knight was known by all as the enemy of all Horrors. TO humans he was but a legend a tale to inspire hope and to learn he was still alive in this world reminded the Horrors that as much as they try they can never destroy Garo. For Garo and Knights like him have achieved the true form of Immortality the one that will forever elude Voldemort and all those like him.

"Oh you done already? I'm not even a Knight and I ended you within moment." Edward said with his ever present smirk on his face.

(Meanwhile back over with Garo)

From the blazing building Garo and his opponent shot out and began to do battle with each other. The Horror disguised as a Death Eater flinging spell after spell with Garo deflecting every last one with ease. They then clashed and with it Garo used his feet to kick his foe back far where he rolled on the ground for a bit. Garo took the chance and charged at the Horror and grabbed it before flinging it to the sky and followed it with a series of attacks to send it hurdling about. One final attack sent it flying into the air where Garo began to fall to the ground once more.

While in the air the Death Eater in question began to change form with his body bubbling and bloating in a grotesque manner. Eventually the transformation was completed and in turn the Horror took the form akin to a Golem with multiple arms floating about.

"The Ancient Stone Warrior, Golemus." A new voice spoke as Garo looked to his left hand to see a skull head speaking. "His arms are capable of moving with only his thoughts with no physical connection need from limb to body. Take heed for he is quiet a troublesome foe." The Ring spoke as Garo nodded to his partner here.

"Thank you, Zaruba." Garo said to the now identified Zaruba before returning his entire focus to the battle at hand. The Horror roared and sent out four of its six arms at Garo in an attempt to kill him fast. Garo in response dodged the first few attempts of this attack with trained ease. The second round of it he began slashing into the arms spilling the fluids inside and once he got to the gem of them shattered them. The Horror was left with only two arms as it sent those arms to the burning house where it ripped it off its very foundation.

Once it was ready Golemus threw the house at Garo who in response curled up to shield himself from it. Garo somehow managed to make it through a hole into the house and thus began to run and slash his way through. Eventually Garo came out the other end and thus began to grind his weapon, the Garoken, through Zaruba's mouth before both the Knight and his weapon were lit aflame by the Madou Ring. Garo then stabbed the Horror in the face and in turn began to light its insides on fire causing it a great deal of agony. Once the Horror landed on the ground it created a brief smokescreen which once cleared revealed to the gathered Death Eaters the monster before them.

The Horror's appearance terrified the Death Eaters enough to run away from the battle. But as they did so they were met with a woman in combat robes holding a similar brush to Edwards own in one hand. In her free hand she had Talismans which she in turn threw at each Death Eater causing them to glow and with it their eyes to grow dim from the talismans effects.

Back to the battle Garo landed across from the Horror his form still lit in the Madou Flames of Emerald fire. The Horror stood up and snarled at Garo who in response stood tall and grinded his Garoken across his left gauntlet. The act created sparks from the friction alone which added itself to the Madou Fire Garo was encased in at the current moment.

The Horror roared and charged at Garo hovering in the air in the charge. Garo responded by charging as well intent to end his demonic foe once and for all. Soon Garo jumped up and stabbed his for in the head once more before he began to come down and slice the Horror in two. Garo's Madou Flames entered the foe and in turn allowed Garo to blast through and appear on the other side of the Horror named, Golemus.

Garo glanced at his image within the reflection of his Garoken and saw a noble warrior in it. He then swung his sword to the side and turned to his foe who stood back up. The Horror in turn glared back at Garo despite the agony he was feeling from the wounds Garo inflicted. Garo then roared out and charged forth to which the Horror sent its last two arms to defend itself from the Golden Knight. Garo once more slashed and destroyed those arms before he got to the Horrors glowing chest area and stabbed into it. Using his Madou Light her lit the Garoken aflame and thus allowed the flames to enter the Horror as Garo proceeded to stab the sword deeper into the Horror.

The Horrors body began to gain glowing green cracks on its body as it roared out in agony. The shattering began and soon enough the Horrors body burst out and from then rained down as flakes of ash. The flakes vanished one by one before they can hit the ground as Garo stood there as the victor of this battle.

The woman from before approached Garo who looked to her as he reverted back to Harry. The woman smiled and removed her mask to reveal Hermione under it a fully recognized Makai Priestess. "Harry you did it." Hermione said as she smiled at Harry who was sheathing the Garoken in its red scabbard after it had become a simple long sword once more.

"Yes I did." Harry said as he was surprised he finally became a Makai Knight.

"Well done Harry my boy well done!" Edward said as the two looked and saw the Makai Priest approaching them.

"And where the devil have you been?" Hermione asked as she glared at the man who taught her all that she needed to know to become a Makai Priestess to aid Harry in hunting Horror.

"Ah mourning the loss of my beloved brother who died but a fortnights ago as you at last inherited his armor." Edward said feigning grief but Hermione knew her instructor better than that.

"Cut the crocodile tears we all know you went to whore house." Hermione said as the Priest laughed a bit not at all bothered with his deception being seen. "More so you knew they would show up here and set the whole thing up for Harry." She added and thus Edward smiled to his brilliant young student.

"That I did my dear that I did." Edward said revealing he had evacuated the house long before if not set a false trail to bring the Horror they were hunting running their way. "Besides if young Harry could not handle such a foe then my brother's years of training would have been wasted upon him." Edward said as Harry sighed in frustration to him. "But two think you had both advanced in just two years while not impressive as those who had done so within a month it is still quiet the accomplishment in this age." Edward added as Zaruba chose now to speak.

"As far as I am concerned." Zaruba began as he got everyone's attention on him. "Young Harry has more than proven himself worthy of the title of Golden Knight Garo as one who protects." Zaruba said as Garo's Madou Ring ally spoke from his spot on Harry's left middle finger.

"But this has become the latest attempt by the Death Eaters." Harry said which got Hermione worried as well.

"Their starting to leak into the Muggle World and more so Horror have increased in response." Hermione said as she realized that something was not right with the magical world now. "If Fudge had refused to acknowledge the war even now than it might explain all that has gone wrong." Hermione said to which Harry nodded in agreement. But he would stick to what he told the magical world he was not going to charge in wand blazing to save them. They had two chances to fix their acts and both times they refused to do so. They dug their grave and now they can sleep in their shallow made graves.

"Ah but my boy fate can be a fickle mistress." Edward said and then began to laugh a bit. "Yet I have nary anything left to teach the two of you truly a pair of apples in both of their master's eyes." Edward boasted and thus the two rolled their eyes to Edward's antics here.

"Come on Hermione… let's go home." Harry said as she and Hermione ignored Edward here.

"Hey! Are you two ignoring me?" He asked and in turn received now response from the pair. "Hey!" He tried again and as they walked away Edward chase them down.

(Scene Break Unknown Hidden Location)

In a large hidden room a pair was seen as they were apparently hard at work. At least the female of the group was working as a man in a hood leaned on the wall. "The Death Eaters have been compromised by a spy and by Horrors." The woman said as she continued to work on her task involving a large device in the room.

"Oh?" The man asked as he did not sound surprised by this information that the woman had revealed to him.

"You anticipated this?" He asked and thus the man chuckled a bit in response.

"Perhaps I did." The man began as he then looked over to the woman with him. "It simply proves the magical world has sunk deeper into the darkness that once had hidden away from them to fester." He began and thus walked around the massive object. "But now due to the inaction of those in power and the corruption of them as well that darkness now flourishes in a society destined to fall to evil." He said as the woman nodded agreeing with what was said.

"Shall the mundane discover them before we are prepared?" The woman asked with curiosity and a bit of concern.

"I doubt it, their ways are antiquated and their beliefs are troublesome but as long as they are left unaware of the true world hidden beneath their own we have nothing to fear." The man said and thus the woman nodded and returned to work only with a slight increase in her speed no doubt fearing that the magical world's discovery by the mundane was inevitable. "Now then." The man began to speak turning around from the woman. "I have business to attend to." He said and in turn left the woman who continued with her work.

It was clear that even though light and heroes change darkness is ever festering. But the question remained what plans laid hidden in the darkness and who was the truth threat to the light. Be that as it may a light of hope shall shine through the darkness. A Savior in the Dark who shall fulfill the promise made with fate and that golden light is none other than the Golden Knight Garo.

(TBC)

ESKK: Well here you go the first chapter of this attempt." I hope you all had enjoyed it and will continue to remain with me as this story progresses. So until then I ask you leave for me reviews and as always I will say to you all here ja-ne.