Child of Darkness
Chapter 2
Harry nearly screamed as a dark shadow landed lightly on his bed. Luckily he had enough common sense to remember that his relatives were downstairs and likely to run in and start yelling at him if he made the slightest noise. He almost laughed as he pictured how they would react to his slightly different appearance.
For a moment he didn't move as the dark shadow looked at him. It was about a minute later when he finally got up the nerve to begin rapidly blinking his red eyes as he actually got a good look at the shadow. It was a bird, a breed of bird he had never seen or heard of, but a bird nonetheless, and right now it was giving him an annoyed look. Harry noticed that look (Hedwig wore that look enough times for him to notice it on any species).
"Um….hello." Harry said nervously. "W-who might you be?" The large bird glared at him with narrowed green eyes and ruffled it's feathers as it held out it's leg for Harry to take the note attached to it.
Curiously he took the parchment and slowly unrolled it, reading the small purple print.
To Mr. Harry Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you are among the select few choosen to attend Malicens School of the Dark Arts. If you wish to know more simply ask Necro. We expect your reply as soon as possible.
Headmaster Asher Demondes
"What the hell? How come I've never heard of this school?" Harry wondered, frowning at the letter. "I'm already going to Hogwarts so why would I get another letter?" This was beginning to frustrate Harry who had absolutely no answers to this complicated mess that had sprung up on him so suddenly. He had so many questions he wanted to ask. About his sudden change in appearance and this new school. "Why didn't Professor Dumbledore tell me about this? Maybe I should owl him."
"I wouldn't if I were you." said a calm voice that made Harry jump. He was fairly used to surprises like that by now but it still never ceased to frighten him when someone begins talking to him in a supposedly empty room. Thankful for his seeker reflexes he swiftly jumped of the bed and whirled around to see a pale man that reminded him of Lucius Malfoy sitting on the bed where the bird used to be.
"What's going on here?! Who are you?" he almost shouted.
"Oh calm down Harry, I'm not here to hurt you." Said the pale man who was watching him with curious bright blue eyes that were mostly hidden due to his thick silvery bangs which brushed his sharp nose, giving him a childish, carefree look. Harry relaxed a bit and the man gave him a warm smile. "My name is Necro. But that's Professor Necro to you."
Harry knew almost instinctively Necro wasn't going to hurt him but after the death of Cedric Diggory he had become increasingly paranoid of strangers.
"You must have many questions and I will try to answer them as best I can. So shoot."
Harry blinked, this man was a Professor? None of the teachers at Hogwarts acted this casual and friendly with students, with the exception of Dumbledore of course.
"Wh-what's wrong with me?" He asked in a slightly panicked voice, deciding to trust this strange man. "I mean… why did I change. I look more like Voldemort now than I used to!" He said with a shudder, remembering how much he and Tom Riddle looked alike.
"Don't worry, your change is perfectly normal." Professor Necro assured him. "In fact it's the reason you got your letter. Of course you know how the wizarding world is hidden from the muggle world, well this is much the same as that. I'm sure by now you've noticed how the wizarding world seems very unsure of itself, what with half fighting against the darkness (as they call it) and the other half obsessed with power and gaining knowledge of the Dark Arts. Well we are the people in the middle, we have nothing to do with the wizard or muggle world and we are masters of the Darkness. There is also our neighbors who live alongside us and study Light magic. We all live very peacefully and only allow certain handpicked people to know about us to avoid situations like that Voldemort has caused." Harry was slightly surprised that Professor Necro used Voldemorts name but right now he was more interested in what the man was telling him.
"But isn't Dark magic evil? I mean, what about things like the unforgivable curses?"
Professor Necro gave Harry a small smile. "Harry, my boy, the unforgivable curses, as those wizards call them, are barely even scratching the surface of Dark magic." He gave an amused chuckle. "But the real issue here is weather or not you will be willing to leave the wizarding world and become a Master of Darkness. And although I know this is a hard choice I highly recommend it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity that few receive Harry and I wouldn't throw it away with out at least giving it a try."
Harry bit his lip. This was all so sudden, and what about his friends and all the people that were depending on him. How could he be expected to deal with this, it was to quick.
"I know what your thinking Harry, and you will be able to see your friends again. And as for the people depending on you, that's just a big pile of bullshit if you ask me." Harry raised his eyebrows. He was beginning to really like Professor Necro. "I mean honestly, an entire civilization putting their faith in a 13 year old boy to defeat a Dark wizard that not even their best could stop. I'm sorry but that's just sad." He gave Harry a sad smile. "And I'm sorry to say this, but if you go back with red eyes, fangs, and a black scar, there likely to throw you in Azkaban without even a fair trial. I've seen it happen before, the Light and Dark community keep a very close eye on the wizarding world and I've seen them throw Aurors and even children as old as yourself in Azkaban for merely believing they were helping Voldemort. People do stupid things when there scared, and savior or not they will turn on you."
Harry nodded, it was true, they had done it when the Chamber of Secrets was opened and even Ron had abandon him before at the Tri-Wizard Tournament because he was jealous of him and his fame. Harry sighed, "I suppose I can give it a try."
Professor Necro smiled. "Let's get your things Harry, there is much to do and see."
********** "Is it true Severus?" Asked Dumbledore wearily.
Snape nodded, his regular scowl absent from his face. "Yes, we've searched everywhere he could have gone and even done scouring spells, it's like he disappeared off the face of the earth."
"Do you think it was Voldemort?"
"I doubt it. He would have said something by now about it." Muttered Snape, unconsciously rubbing his left forearm. "And he hasn't called us for some time now."
Professor McGonagal looked grim as she worried about Harry. "And his relatives have no idea where he could have gone. According to them he was in his bedroom last time they checked and when they woke up he was missing."
Dumbledore sighed, looking very old as he address Snape. "Severus, notify the Daily Prophet, maybe someone will be able to find him besides us."
Snape nodded and left the room, his black robes flying behind him. As he stalked down the hall the only thought in his mind was how much trouble Potter always caused. He couldn't stand the fact that Potter always got away with everything just because of that bloody cut on his forehead. He was well aware how childish that sounded but he didn't care.
Still though, it was strange how Potter just disappeared and not even Dumbledore could find him. Though truthfully, Snape wouldn't be sad if he never had to see Potter again, in his opinion the world was better off without people like that stuck up, spoiled brat.
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It was 3 days later and Harry still couldn't believe how much he loved this place. He had only been here 3 days and he never wanted to leave, it was so much better than being a wizard. No one here seemed to care about the scar on his forehead or his strange appearance.
It was odd, this place, a few days ago he could never have imagined ever liking any place like this but now he just couldn't get enough. Basically the whole Light and Dark world was underground in a huge cavern that was the size of a large city. On one side of the cavern was the City of Light which was a beautiful place lit with the glowing of millions of small white pixies and faeries, the buildings seemed to glow with the magic surrounding it, and the most amazing species lived there, from Elves to people that looked like angels with huge with wings.
On the other side of the cavern was the City of Darkness, the place where Harry was to live. Strangely he felt safer in the City of Darkness than the Light, which was why the two city's were kept apart. The entire place reminded him of Knockturn Alley, it was very dark but surprisingly dry, and the things that were being sold was amazing. From enchanted lockets to Demon Panthers in the pet shops. And the locals were terrifying but strangely friendly, Harry soon learned not to judge people by there looks. There were regular people (or as regular as you can get in that place), Hags, Vampires, and Werewolves, then there were stranger people like Demons, Lost Spirits and souls, and half-Dementors (which in Harry's opinion were absolutely terrifying but more friendly than he would have ever though possible).
Right now he was in the wand shop while a half-Dementor ,that looked like a young girl who had been dead for to long, was searching around enthusiastically for the right wand for Harry's Dark Art's classes. To his right was a muggle man examining the newest wand models. Strangely muggles made up a big number of the population, according to Professor Necro they had a slightly different learning plan that the others because of there lack of magic but they were just as deadly as the most powerful Dark Master because of there inventing ways to do magic without actually being magical.
"Here," the half-Dementor girl said handing him what seemed like the millionth wand. Harry picked it up and gave it a wave, to his surprise he felt a slight tingling in his arm and a shower of golden ribbons streamed from the tip. "Oh my!" She said. "That is a very nice wand if I do say so myself." Harry looked at the wand, it was ratherand white. That was odd. "Yes made that wand myself from the rib of a Basilisk as a matter of fact, 1 foot 3 inches, rather short but the core is very special a slice of the heart of a unicorn."
Harry nearly dropped the wand. "W-what did you say?!"
The girl chuckled, "Don't worry about it, the unicorn was dying and it wanted it's body to be used to help others. It was actually one of the unicorns in the Malicen stables if I remember correctly." She was about to go on but saw the look on Harry's face and laughed. "Oh, you don't have to worry about being cursed, the unicorn wanted this to happen. But what's special about your wand is the combination of a dark and a light creatures body parts, you must be special. I can tell just by looking at you."
Harry nodded and paid the girl, giving a quick thanks before walking out of the shop.
By the time he was finished he was loaded down with packages and books, thankfully students were allowed to use magic outside of school so he shrunk it all and went on his way. Hedwig was perched on his shoulder looking quite happy as he began on his way to Malicens school of the Dark Arts.
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Harry matured quickly during his time at Malicens. Soon the sight of half rotting people no longer shocked him and he became quite and expert in Dark magic. It was quite a shock for him at first when he fond out that the darkness in him had turned him into a very rare creature part snake part vampire with just enough Dementor thrown it for him to be able to make people feel fear when he allowed it.
It was four years after that day when he had first gotten his letter and he was now 1 and ready to face the wizarding world, having become a Dark Master just yesterday (he wasn't quite ready to pursue becoming a Dark Knight or Dark Lord just yet) which was why he was sitting in Headmaster Desmondes office looking at the stern Vampire with a nervous smile.
"Are you out of your mind?" Desmondes asked in his cold voice. Harry wasn't fooled, he knew Desmondes liked him and would do practically anything for one of his students.
"No Headmaster, I would just like to see everyone again, and I want to help them defeat Voldemort. Please." He said, giving Desmonde the best pair of puppy eyes he could muster. Ha, he thought, it must be working he's about to crack. MMM, he's kind of hot, I wouldn't mind getting him in bed.
"I heard that Mr. Potter," he snapped.
Harry quickly blushed bright red, embarrassed at having his mind read when he was thinking less than professional thoughts about the attractive Headmaster "I uh….that is to say, I…….uh."
Desmondes scowled, doing a marvelous impression of Snape. "Oh alright Potter, you can go. Just don't let me catch you thinking along those lines again. And you may also tell those necessary of where you have been, but I do NOT want to see it plastered all over the papers. Lord knows your going to be swamped with reporters as it is, it would probably be best if you could lay low for awhile before revealing yourself to the wizarding world. And for gods sake, do something about your appearance, you look disgraceful."
Harry grinned as he tried in vain to flatten his hair, only to have it pop back up messier than before as he sped out of the room.
The vampire sighed "Why do I even bother?"
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Harry ran up to his room, practically jumping with joy.
"Hedwig! Were going back to Hogwarts." He shouted to the sleeping owl gathering his things in a big pile and shrinking it all with a small wave of his hand.
The owl woke up with a start and glared at Harry as he pulled on a long black casual robe, that was rather tight around the waist making him look something of a slut, and a thick black cloak lined with a soft ebony fur. Hedwig watched in amusement as Harry hopped on one foot trying to get his tall boots on while putting his shrunken belongings in his pocket.
"Hedwig, where did I put my wand?" He asked searching around as he swiftly ran the comb through his hair. Taking pity on the boy, the snowy owl flew over to the bed and picked up his white wand in her beak. "Oh! Thanks girl, I owe you one."
With that he put his hand on Hedwigs back and apparated to just beyond the forbidden forest where the anti-apparation ward stopped.
"Go Hedwig," he said, taking his wand from her. "Tell them I'm back."
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Chapter 2
Harry nearly screamed as a dark shadow landed lightly on his bed. Luckily he had enough common sense to remember that his relatives were downstairs and likely to run in and start yelling at him if he made the slightest noise. He almost laughed as he pictured how they would react to his slightly different appearance.
For a moment he didn't move as the dark shadow looked at him. It was about a minute later when he finally got up the nerve to begin rapidly blinking his red eyes as he actually got a good look at the shadow. It was a bird, a breed of bird he had never seen or heard of, but a bird nonetheless, and right now it was giving him an annoyed look. Harry noticed that look (Hedwig wore that look enough times for him to notice it on any species).
"Um….hello." Harry said nervously. "W-who might you be?" The large bird glared at him with narrowed green eyes and ruffled it's feathers as it held out it's leg for Harry to take the note attached to it.
Curiously he took the parchment and slowly unrolled it, reading the small purple print.
To Mr. Harry Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you are among the select few choosen to attend Malicens School of the Dark Arts. If you wish to know more simply ask Necro. We expect your reply as soon as possible.
Headmaster Asher Demondes
"What the hell? How come I've never heard of this school?" Harry wondered, frowning at the letter. "I'm already going to Hogwarts so why would I get another letter?" This was beginning to frustrate Harry who had absolutely no answers to this complicated mess that had sprung up on him so suddenly. He had so many questions he wanted to ask. About his sudden change in appearance and this new school. "Why didn't Professor Dumbledore tell me about this? Maybe I should owl him."
"I wouldn't if I were you." said a calm voice that made Harry jump. He was fairly used to surprises like that by now but it still never ceased to frighten him when someone begins talking to him in a supposedly empty room. Thankful for his seeker reflexes he swiftly jumped of the bed and whirled around to see a pale man that reminded him of Lucius Malfoy sitting on the bed where the bird used to be.
"What's going on here?! Who are you?" he almost shouted.
"Oh calm down Harry, I'm not here to hurt you." Said the pale man who was watching him with curious bright blue eyes that were mostly hidden due to his thick silvery bangs which brushed his sharp nose, giving him a childish, carefree look. Harry relaxed a bit and the man gave him a warm smile. "My name is Necro. But that's Professor Necro to you."
Harry knew almost instinctively Necro wasn't going to hurt him but after the death of Cedric Diggory he had become increasingly paranoid of strangers.
"You must have many questions and I will try to answer them as best I can. So shoot."
Harry blinked, this man was a Professor? None of the teachers at Hogwarts acted this casual and friendly with students, with the exception of Dumbledore of course.
"Wh-what's wrong with me?" He asked in a slightly panicked voice, deciding to trust this strange man. "I mean… why did I change. I look more like Voldemort now than I used to!" He said with a shudder, remembering how much he and Tom Riddle looked alike.
"Don't worry, your change is perfectly normal." Professor Necro assured him. "In fact it's the reason you got your letter. Of course you know how the wizarding world is hidden from the muggle world, well this is much the same as that. I'm sure by now you've noticed how the wizarding world seems very unsure of itself, what with half fighting against the darkness (as they call it) and the other half obsessed with power and gaining knowledge of the Dark Arts. Well we are the people in the middle, we have nothing to do with the wizard or muggle world and we are masters of the Darkness. There is also our neighbors who live alongside us and study Light magic. We all live very peacefully and only allow certain handpicked people to know about us to avoid situations like that Voldemort has caused." Harry was slightly surprised that Professor Necro used Voldemorts name but right now he was more interested in what the man was telling him.
"But isn't Dark magic evil? I mean, what about things like the unforgivable curses?"
Professor Necro gave Harry a small smile. "Harry, my boy, the unforgivable curses, as those wizards call them, are barely even scratching the surface of Dark magic." He gave an amused chuckle. "But the real issue here is weather or not you will be willing to leave the wizarding world and become a Master of Darkness. And although I know this is a hard choice I highly recommend it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity that few receive Harry and I wouldn't throw it away with out at least giving it a try."
Harry bit his lip. This was all so sudden, and what about his friends and all the people that were depending on him. How could he be expected to deal with this, it was to quick.
"I know what your thinking Harry, and you will be able to see your friends again. And as for the people depending on you, that's just a big pile of bullshit if you ask me." Harry raised his eyebrows. He was beginning to really like Professor Necro. "I mean honestly, an entire civilization putting their faith in a 13 year old boy to defeat a Dark wizard that not even their best could stop. I'm sorry but that's just sad." He gave Harry a sad smile. "And I'm sorry to say this, but if you go back with red eyes, fangs, and a black scar, there likely to throw you in Azkaban without even a fair trial. I've seen it happen before, the Light and Dark community keep a very close eye on the wizarding world and I've seen them throw Aurors and even children as old as yourself in Azkaban for merely believing they were helping Voldemort. People do stupid things when there scared, and savior or not they will turn on you."
Harry nodded, it was true, they had done it when the Chamber of Secrets was opened and even Ron had abandon him before at the Tri-Wizard Tournament because he was jealous of him and his fame. Harry sighed, "I suppose I can give it a try."
Professor Necro smiled. "Let's get your things Harry, there is much to do and see."
********** "Is it true Severus?" Asked Dumbledore wearily.
Snape nodded, his regular scowl absent from his face. "Yes, we've searched everywhere he could have gone and even done scouring spells, it's like he disappeared off the face of the earth."
"Do you think it was Voldemort?"
"I doubt it. He would have said something by now about it." Muttered Snape, unconsciously rubbing his left forearm. "And he hasn't called us for some time now."
Professor McGonagal looked grim as she worried about Harry. "And his relatives have no idea where he could have gone. According to them he was in his bedroom last time they checked and when they woke up he was missing."
Dumbledore sighed, looking very old as he address Snape. "Severus, notify the Daily Prophet, maybe someone will be able to find him besides us."
Snape nodded and left the room, his black robes flying behind him. As he stalked down the hall the only thought in his mind was how much trouble Potter always caused. He couldn't stand the fact that Potter always got away with everything just because of that bloody cut on his forehead. He was well aware how childish that sounded but he didn't care.
Still though, it was strange how Potter just disappeared and not even Dumbledore could find him. Though truthfully, Snape wouldn't be sad if he never had to see Potter again, in his opinion the world was better off without people like that stuck up, spoiled brat.
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It was 3 days later and Harry still couldn't believe how much he loved this place. He had only been here 3 days and he never wanted to leave, it was so much better than being a wizard. No one here seemed to care about the scar on his forehead or his strange appearance.
It was odd, this place, a few days ago he could never have imagined ever liking any place like this but now he just couldn't get enough. Basically the whole Light and Dark world was underground in a huge cavern that was the size of a large city. On one side of the cavern was the City of Light which was a beautiful place lit with the glowing of millions of small white pixies and faeries, the buildings seemed to glow with the magic surrounding it, and the most amazing species lived there, from Elves to people that looked like angels with huge with wings.
On the other side of the cavern was the City of Darkness, the place where Harry was to live. Strangely he felt safer in the City of Darkness than the Light, which was why the two city's were kept apart. The entire place reminded him of Knockturn Alley, it was very dark but surprisingly dry, and the things that were being sold was amazing. From enchanted lockets to Demon Panthers in the pet shops. And the locals were terrifying but strangely friendly, Harry soon learned not to judge people by there looks. There were regular people (or as regular as you can get in that place), Hags, Vampires, and Werewolves, then there were stranger people like Demons, Lost Spirits and souls, and half-Dementors (which in Harry's opinion were absolutely terrifying but more friendly than he would have ever though possible).
Right now he was in the wand shop while a half-Dementor ,that looked like a young girl who had been dead for to long, was searching around enthusiastically for the right wand for Harry's Dark Art's classes. To his right was a muggle man examining the newest wand models. Strangely muggles made up a big number of the population, according to Professor Necro they had a slightly different learning plan that the others because of there lack of magic but they were just as deadly as the most powerful Dark Master because of there inventing ways to do magic without actually being magical.
"Here," the half-Dementor girl said handing him what seemed like the millionth wand. Harry picked it up and gave it a wave, to his surprise he felt a slight tingling in his arm and a shower of golden ribbons streamed from the tip. "Oh my!" She said. "That is a very nice wand if I do say so myself." Harry looked at the wand, it was ratherand white. That was odd. "Yes made that wand myself from the rib of a Basilisk as a matter of fact, 1 foot 3 inches, rather short but the core is very special a slice of the heart of a unicorn."
Harry nearly dropped the wand. "W-what did you say?!"
The girl chuckled, "Don't worry about it, the unicorn was dying and it wanted it's body to be used to help others. It was actually one of the unicorns in the Malicen stables if I remember correctly." She was about to go on but saw the look on Harry's face and laughed. "Oh, you don't have to worry about being cursed, the unicorn wanted this to happen. But what's special about your wand is the combination of a dark and a light creatures body parts, you must be special. I can tell just by looking at you."
Harry nodded and paid the girl, giving a quick thanks before walking out of the shop.
By the time he was finished he was loaded down with packages and books, thankfully students were allowed to use magic outside of school so he shrunk it all and went on his way. Hedwig was perched on his shoulder looking quite happy as he began on his way to Malicens school of the Dark Arts.
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Harry matured quickly during his time at Malicens. Soon the sight of half rotting people no longer shocked him and he became quite and expert in Dark magic. It was quite a shock for him at first when he fond out that the darkness in him had turned him into a very rare creature part snake part vampire with just enough Dementor thrown it for him to be able to make people feel fear when he allowed it.
It was four years after that day when he had first gotten his letter and he was now 1 and ready to face the wizarding world, having become a Dark Master just yesterday (he wasn't quite ready to pursue becoming a Dark Knight or Dark Lord just yet) which was why he was sitting in Headmaster Desmondes office looking at the stern Vampire with a nervous smile.
"Are you out of your mind?" Desmondes asked in his cold voice. Harry wasn't fooled, he knew Desmondes liked him and would do practically anything for one of his students.
"No Headmaster, I would just like to see everyone again, and I want to help them defeat Voldemort. Please." He said, giving Desmonde the best pair of puppy eyes he could muster. Ha, he thought, it must be working he's about to crack. MMM, he's kind of hot, I wouldn't mind getting him in bed.
"I heard that Mr. Potter," he snapped.
Harry quickly blushed bright red, embarrassed at having his mind read when he was thinking less than professional thoughts about the attractive Headmaster "I uh….that is to say, I…….uh."
Desmondes scowled, doing a marvelous impression of Snape. "Oh alright Potter, you can go. Just don't let me catch you thinking along those lines again. And you may also tell those necessary of where you have been, but I do NOT want to see it plastered all over the papers. Lord knows your going to be swamped with reporters as it is, it would probably be best if you could lay low for awhile before revealing yourself to the wizarding world. And for gods sake, do something about your appearance, you look disgraceful."
Harry grinned as he tried in vain to flatten his hair, only to have it pop back up messier than before as he sped out of the room.
The vampire sighed "Why do I even bother?"
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Harry ran up to his room, practically jumping with joy.
"Hedwig! Were going back to Hogwarts." He shouted to the sleeping owl gathering his things in a big pile and shrinking it all with a small wave of his hand.
The owl woke up with a start and glared at Harry as he pulled on a long black casual robe, that was rather tight around the waist making him look something of a slut, and a thick black cloak lined with a soft ebony fur. Hedwig watched in amusement as Harry hopped on one foot trying to get his tall boots on while putting his shrunken belongings in his pocket.
"Hedwig, where did I put my wand?" He asked searching around as he swiftly ran the comb through his hair. Taking pity on the boy, the snowy owl flew over to the bed and picked up his white wand in her beak. "Oh! Thanks girl, I owe you one."
With that he put his hand on Hedwigs back and apparated to just beyond the forbidden forest where the anti-apparation ward stopped.
"Go Hedwig," he said, taking his wand from her. "Tell them I'm back."
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