Warnings: Harry Potter and Crew belong to J.K. Rowling, I make no profit
Some of the writing may come out disfigured, I apologize
I do not own the poem at the end, or Shakespeare's writing
Also, I do not have a Beta Reader for this, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. If you find some, please tell me in your review.

***Warning for this chapter: There is a bit of a graphic part of Seductive!Harry kissing himself [will be explained if you read], so if you don't want to read about a small makeout session between two parts of the same person, don't!


~Chapters will be coming out once a week, every Monday, unless my muse fails me and it takes a bit longer.~


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logan: The title is immortal night, the actual definition meaning Eternal Night, though the proper way to spell it is Noctem Acternus, but I hadn't known that at the time when I started the story. [But I like Æternus Noctem better anyways]

Kimi-sama: Thanks! I think I get tangled up in my imagery too many times, and I just don't know how to express it in words properly. I wanted the memory of Harry's encounter of Voldemort to be vague, because it's all explained in this chapter. [Or at least so you know what happened] I always get my tenses confused. Urg! And no..I've looked..but I haven't gotten a beta. The one person I figured would be good decided not to reply after a few exchanges of emails, so I'm once again left without a beta. Demand is met!

PheonixMan: Glad you love it! Hopefully you won't hate this chapter and still love it.

fyre: More answers now! [and lots more questions!] You're so close with the killing curse..! But alas..not exactly correct..but still really really close.. Arg. And with the Hawk Spirit! You're practically answering your own questions. Nice! I think you'll be a bit mad, since Eadem isn't in this chapter at all...neither are Draco, Blaise, Hermione and Ron. ^^;; But Sirius is in it! Lol.
Hm. Other Death Eaters. I hadn't thought of that. But why they would be inclined to side with the 'feeling' of Harry would make sense. [read chapter!] Hm. Can anything prevent Harry from dy---. Mwahaha. Well..the new Harry doesn't have that problem..I'll tell you that now..but you might not like him that much. -evil laughter.-

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Chapter Six: Dreams and Nightmares

Æternus Noctem

It was cold. Too cold to be of any comfort; yet idealistic in this state of being spelled. Magic: the one thing in the world that he had controlled was successfully used against him. How was he to continue on with life if the one thing that was spurred to action by his very thought, was now used against him? Had he not struggled through his solitude and everlasting dark, duels and deaths, when no one had been there? Had he not managed to use the one source he never grew up with to his every whim? So how? How had a simple spell been launched at him and successfully trapped his body? But not his mind. His captor knew him. Knew the intricate details of every spell to be able to hold his body, yet let his mind wander. He too was fluent in the ways of magic, perhaps, even saw it around him.
And this discomforted Harry. For there was another being out there capable of understanding his weakness of his shields, the small opening in his magic threads which he had yet to master. Someone with almost as much talent as himself? Someone to not let him sleep.
And it wasn't Voldemort. The fool. Power as much as he had, and a brain not to use it properly to it's full potential. He knew the last battle would be an immense struggle on his own, yet he knew he would win in the end. For Voldemort was clever, but not so much as he. For every day after his home was destroyed, Harry made sure he would win. That night that held so many troubles gave birth to a new entity; Voldemort's lack of magic control, warping the strands of life, his genes, his existence, to create the only creature that could ensure his downfall. And here this new essentia lay, in the fog of his mind, battling with his body and the fibers that held him still. For his eyes were useless to see about him, trapped as they were; and his arms useless to conjure a defense; his wings useless to carry him to shelter. He was trapped; jailed until he was released to gain the seldom knowledge of who brought him here.
Dumbledore critically swept his eyes over the frozen body of his once beloved student. How things had gone wrong, he need not think about to know. They were deceived, all of them lead to believe Harry death; destroyed by Voldemort. And for his lies, Siruis Black would stand to rectify. During this time of war, how a trusted companion could lie to them all, under specific potions, was an incredible feat, one to be exploited, then set down. And Dumbledore would stand it no longer. This was his war, his to win and his to loose. So be it if he chose to use the life of the one boy that was prophesied to know the outcome; his mistake to take on. For now Harry Potter lay before him, mind in a torrent of thoughts, forced to face himself and move on. And Dumbledore knew. He followed his other students as they left their school rights to ignore the rules and stay as Harry's companions. He saw the thoughts of all of them as they cared for Harry, healing his body...but not his mind. For now it was all clear. Harry was tainted, fighting against the dark that was in him, consumed by the traces left by Voldemort when he entered into his body. For all was not well, and if Harry was not to face Voldemort in himself before he fought him outside, all would be lost.
Alkhuan....
Harry stepped through a window of his mind, passing through a door of immense beauty; gold leaves shining brilliantly as their vines curled about the passage Harry tread. For he left the safety of his sanity and continued down the long stairwell into the darkness below; what he sought, he didn't understand, yet he followed the voice tugging at his soul.
Alkhuan....
It was dark, so much that even his catlike eyesight helped naught in the absence of color. Water leaked down the sides of the tunnel, paths made from the long years of them streaming down the side of the course rock wall. Even the brilliance of the ivy could not longer pierce the dark, and the vines faded away to melt, oozing down the walls of poison. But Harry continued on, ignoring the hesitation he felt pulling in him; all his being but his heart wanting to flee back to whence he came from; his heart dragging him in his wandering direction. At last, though he knew not time, Harry's feet reached firm rock beneath, not jagged in the steps he once walked upon. And yet, though there was no knowing it, Harry walked a path he could not see; feet taking him where he knew not, yet felt the ground beneath him traveled many times before. Surely he had not made this journey?
Alkhuan....
Though filled with trepidation, Harry tried to halt his steps, but no longer found himself in control of his body. He was being pushed forward by a wind, blowing against his body fiercely, threatening to sweep him off his feet if he did not brace himself and continue on. Above him rose
an arc of incredible height, stalactites braced as teeth, menacing and ominous in their dire to crush him as eating their prey. The wind shifted directions, blowing out from the mouth of the entrance, Harry being crushed between the warring forces of the wind blowing at his back and at his front.
Alkhuan....
He struggled through, knowing he had to pass between the duel of opposing breaths, knowing he had to continue on, that he had no choice. He stepped up onto a new layer of stone, completely straight with no bumps to trip him. Too easy was it to walk along the new passage, no howling wind to push him forward or restrain him. His route continued straight, walls becoming closer and more constricting as he continued on; no longer the wide hallway that he first entered into. The sound of rushing water met his ears, and Harry chanced a look backwards to see the dull white foam of a roaring ocean wave run to meet him. He willed his body to comply, and ran as fast as he could, hoping to avoid being carried away in the jaws of the green and yellow water, acid ready to burn away his flesh.
Alkhuan....
If he had known sooner, he would have saved his life by running at full speed, but be it as it may, the wave closed in on Harry, grasping him in it's clutches and carrying him away. Clothing burned off as if little more than wood in a fire. His skin scorched and scalding, a torrid of heat enveloping as the water rushed about his body, dragging him further down into the dark. But Harry reached his hands out, taking hold of the stalagmites that had broke bones as he was unceremoniously flung against them. He held with all his might, and the water continue heedlessly, spurred on without his body in it's hold.
Alkhuan....
He stood on shaky legs, unsure if they would hold him as he continued down his route. The calling in him grew stronger, a blazing dark blue in his head flaring to life as he drew closer to a giant hole in the ground; exactly where the water would have swept him had he not escaped it's clutched. Though no water was seen or heard, Harry knew that if he dropped down he would fall into a lake of the acid, too much to fend off, his bones burned away until not even his marrow was left. Yet no other path was seen, the cavern coming to a circle of stone, no way out except where he once was, or down. Scanning the ring around the outside, and carefully looking about him, Harry saw small, unsteady steps leading down into the vortex, his way of making it down.
Alkhuan....
Many steps gave way and crumbled under his weight, but Harry held firmly to the walls around him, slowly making his down into the pit of acid. Few steps beneath him he could make out a bridge over the water and hurridley left the hazard steps to walk onto the charred bridge. As his feet touched the ground, water leapt from the lake and erupted into a spiral of steaming fire, blocking his way across. Seconds went by as the fire finally gave out, giving Harry no time to think before two spirals on either side of the bridge shot out before him. They soon fell back down, and two more spirals took their place, five feet away from the previous ones. A pattern continued for the whole bridge to be engulfed with the paired spirals, before the pattern became chaotic, leading Harry to find out when it would begin again.
Alkhuan....
It was time, and after the first set came and left, Harry ran forward to stand right behind the second set, acid raining upon his body, enflaming the skin that was hit. He continued smoothly, making his way to the end of the bridge when the pattern spurred out of control before it was supposed to. Towers of water jetted into the air, their drops falling on Harry's abused body, before the walls collapsed onto him. His first reaction was to throw his arms over his head, but Harry knew better and dropped to the ground, arms and legs wrapping around the narrow bridge, holding on for his life as wave after wave crushed onto his body, hoping to throw off his hold and drag him into the lake. When it had finished unsuccessful in it's attempt, Harry weakly pushed himself up, weight braced on his unsteady arms, clothing all but gone except for the few ragged pieces stuck to his melted skin.
Alkhuan....
When the pattern started again, faster in it's attempt to reach Harry's forlorn body, he pushed his strength to the limit, throwing himself off of the bridge and onto the land of the other side. All about him was silent, the ground soft, and he felt his strength renewed, his body somehow released from the tense hold upon it. He lifted himself off the floor, walked steadily down the newest path, waiting for something to happen. Nothing. What felt like an eternity, when only a few minutes had gone by, Harry felt a shift in the ground; starting to tilt upwards. Soon he was on his hands and knees crawling up the hill, one slip would send him flung onto the ground far below, bones crushed upon impact.
Alkhuan....
It was all or nothing now. Harry was using his hands and legs to climb up the wall; the slight slant of the ground now curved completely vertical, a rock wall to be climbed for how ever long it took. Harry's right hand reached above him, searching for a crevice to hold onto, finding a ledge instead. Pushing his weight onto his feet, both hands grasped the ledge and hauled himself up onto it, body falling down and panting. The opening was small, too small for him to stand at anything but a bend, and Harry continued on his hands and knees. Flesh which quickly peeled open and bled from the pointed stone beneath him, left behind him was a trail of his life. Invisible hands grabbed at his skin, holding him back. Harry struggled against their hold, his beaten body tearing at their clutches.
Alkhuan....
The small enclosed trail opened into a grand cavern, torches lining the walls, making Harry shield his eyes from the stark change from dark to light. Chains and torches were secured about the room, all empty except right in front of him, a body sagged in it's hold against the wall, shadows hiding it from view.
Alkhuan...Alkhuan...
Harry took a torch from the wall, walking the great distance from the opening of the cave to the other side. The figure moved as he drew closer, struggling against it's bonds, trying to shield it's self from the harsh light of the flame.
Alkhuan....Alkhuan...Alkhuan....
Harry's light blew out, a chuckle falling upon his ears as he stood in front of himself, the being chained to the wall. He staggered back, confusion evident upon his face as he gazed into his own blood-red eyes, saw his own wings stretched out upon the captive's back.
"Harry..." the creature purred, arching his chest out, hands trying to free himself from the metal that held them to the wall. It then sank to the floor, hands bound above it's head, legs stretched apart, looking to all like the wanton toy. "Harry...." it moaned his name.
Harry couldn't take his eyes of the creature that resembled himself. He felt his soul and body stir as it purred his name from supple pink lips, tongue licking the parched lips, eyelashes fluttering seductively. And then it moaned his name...body as a temple offered for sacrifice. Harry's eyes glazed over as he took tentative steps toward the other being.
Alkhuan...Alkhuan...Alkhuan...ALKHUAN
"Yessss," the creature beckoned, swaying it's hips, tongue running over teeth and mouth. "Come to me Harry...."
Harry came to stand in front of it, faces inches apart, identical in looks. Glazed eyes met lust filled ones, naked bodies, one battered, covered in black tattoos, and yet pale in contrast to the built tanned one. Harry shook his head, throwing off the spell that drew him close to the creature. It couldn't be him..
"Oh yes...Harry. I am you.." that tongue darted out playfully to lick Harry's nose, a glimpse of pointed teeth during a brief smile. The creature's mouth rested upon Harry neck, mouth moving against the bloodied skin, tongue licking up the fresh crimson. Harry closed his eyes; his chained self smiling against the flesh below his ear, teasing Harry with the bites; sucking at his neck until it pulled away, watching Harry's face until eyes opened. Eyes met eyes, one closing in pleasure just received, the other staying open until it swooped down, grasping Harry's lips in a sensational kiss, the being parting his lips with it's tongue, the two kissing sensually in the dank chamber. All Harry knew was completion, the utmost pleasure creating his body to react in a way he never knew possible. Tongue trust inside his mouth, caressing his into action...toying with each other...
ALKHUAN
The shackles of the chained body opened, all in slow motion the body falling forwards, arms wrapped around Harry's head as the kiss continued. Harry too lost in the foreign sensations to acknowledge the creature's release; two bodies melding into one, the kiss no longer.
ALKHUAN
Harry staggered backwards, the final impact of the joined bodies thrusting him back. His mind felt split, his soul ripping apart until it was finally separated, the newest soul completing the two halves in the middle; his soul being forced to assemble itself anew. Harry's eyes flew open as new wings protruded from his back, his previous black wings turning a silver, while the new ones took on the role of the multicolored ebony; ripping open his flesh to make room for them, chest arching and head thrown back. He let out a violent scream, mind cracking open until the pain became too much and he sagged to the floor unconscious.
-Alkhuan-
Blue light erupted from Harry's limp body, coarse dark purple forcing it out, creating a shield around the fallen angel, keeping the blue aurora from entering back into it's right body. Silent hands clutched the blue soul, dragging the struggling light until it was thrust into the chains that once held the similar being, the life of the blue already flickering within it's eternal trap. Purple finally sagged into Harry's body completely, no other force keeping it from imbedding itself into the body it wanted.
Harry's eyes flew open, the red now mixed with black and purple, no longer windows to his soul, but harsh glares. A smirk adjourned his mouth as his chest was lifted off the ground with seemingly to outside force, arms resting limply be his side until he brought them to his face, admiring the flawless skin with black tattoos. Wings lifted Harry to his feet. He looked about him, staring at the familiar surroundings, yet changed from what he remembered. Bringing his right hand in front of his body, with a simple flick of his hand, clothing appeared over his naked body, skin no longer stark white, but graced with a supple tan and larger muscles. Leather pants clung to his shaped legs, white shirt of lace left unbuttoned, for who would want to cover up such perfection as his own body? With great satisfaction, the new Harry created a robe of the darkest shade of black imaginable, yet intricate threads of emerald, saphire and silver shimmered throughout the cloak as he moved, thoroughly content with the fine material ripped at the bottom and sleeves, leaving triangular slits.
Harry turned in his steps, facing the passageway that lead to the sanctity of his mind, intent on going back, then ridding himself of the pathetic spell that bound his outside body. He lifted his left hand, using a fierce spell to blast away the feet of rock preventing him from merely walking to his destination. Rising into the air, Harry spurred himself forward with all possible speed...
Dumbledore lifted Harry into a sitting position, leaving him leaning against a chair as the Headmaster left to grab a vile of potion left at his desk. He didn't notice as he stood in front of Harry, the eyes flicker from red to green, then settling back at a deeper shade of red. The Headmaster was intend on finding out the real happening of the day of Voldemort's attack on Surrey, and since Sirius and Remus were gone, hiding from him, he had only Harry to turn to. Partially lifting the spell, just enough to let him open Harry's mouth, he poured the vile down Harry's throat, making sure his body would swallow it. He let a few seconds pass until he sat across from Harry, getting himself comfortable.
"What is your full name?" Dumbledore needed to test Harry; make sure he was coherent and capable of speaking.
"Harry James Potter," was the dull response.
Satisfied, Dumbledore set out on his need for knowledge, disregarding the fact that he had kidnapped a student, placed him in an advanced body bind, and left him to battle his own internal fight.
"What happened the day that Voldemort attacked Surrey this past summer?" Content that Harry couldn't misdirect the question and answer differently, Dumbledore waited for the response.
Harry remained still for a short time, eyes unblinking, breath steady, body complacent. Only a short intake of breath signaled Harry's start of the story.
"I was asleep when he came in the morning. I was woken by Aunt Petunia's screams as Death Eaters barged into the house, creating wreckage where ever they stepped, the foul stench of blood carried through the corridors where they tread. Voldemort hadn't arrived yet, him content with his minions to complete the task of killing everyone and bringing me to him. I was able to get out my wand and send Hedwig to get help by the time they opened the door. They didn't barge into the room; but all used Stupefy on me at once so I couldn't block individual spells. With careful hands, as if holding a precious cargo, they brought me outside, where Voldemort awaited me; the streets covered with blood of the muggles who had left their houses to stop the intruders.
"He smiled at me and took the spell of, asking if I was comfortable and prepared to die. He lifted us into the air, turning his wand to me and preparing to perform whichever spell he was going to use against me. It was then that member's of the order: Sirius, Remus, several aurors arrived. I don't think Hedwig had gotten my message to them, but the shield devices of the house must have been broken to signal magical entrance without permission. Havoc ensued.
"I don't know how, but Voldemort was able to keep us aloft while they battled on the ground. I tried getting away, but they took my wand and I was pretty much defenseless, waiting for Dumbledore to arrive and help me, like he promised.
"During the fight, Voldemort used his spell against me. I don't rightly remember, but it was a green light. A take off of the killing spell, only with changes to it. I felt my soul being ripped from my body, and a gust of wind entering me, as if Voldemort decided he was going to switch us. Or steal my essence.
"It was then that I the fight entered into the air and I was no longer held aloft. I ran to Sirius and Remus, two of the last standing out of a handful that had once come to help. As we went to find shelter, I felt a spell strike me, and, I'm not exactly sure what happened. A hot rage swept threw me, and I know I called out a spell I couldn't have known, then everything went black. When I woke, Voldemort had already started the spell again, and there were no more aurors or Death Eaters. I panicked, trying to get free, but the spell was holding me. Again I felt the pain of being ripped apart, but this time I didn't have any strength left to fight him. Whatever spell I had just done, drained me. I was nothing left, just a husk of a body trying to control my breathing so that my lungs filled with air and kept me alive a bit longer. Someone struck from below, and Voldemort was flung sideways. In the brief moment that I could move myself, I called upon an Ancient, the Hawk Spirit to defend me and then bring my safely to the ground.
"But all was not as I thought it to be, and Voldemort once again continued his spell, putting as much magic as he could into it, finding a hole in my shield. But something went wrong. Something I cannot even 'til this day explain. A burst of power hit both me and Voldemort, a clashing of his magic and my magic. We were flung together, molded as one until we were then forced apart, his magic and mine intermingling for a brief moment in time; his magic being projected into me, while I had a defense up to keep my magic inside me, safe.
"Once again, everything went black for a short period. When I was able to stagger to my feet, I saw that Sirius and Remus had survived, if no one else. What went horribly wrong, I can only assume, was that Voldemort was trying to steal my soul and put his own in my body, so that he may use my power. Instead, when we clashed, he gave me his magic, taking only part of my body, and I intern, became one with my Hawk Spirit."
Dumbledore placed the tip of his wand to his mind, his memories of what Harry just told him reverberating through his brain, too much information to carry; hence his need to put them into his Pensieve and rid his mind of the information swirling about it. The lucid thoughts were placed into the bowl, wand stirring them into the rest, the let to settle. And it was only the beginning of the questioning. The was so much more Dumbledore needed to know about what happened to Harry afterwards, where he had been and why he had ignored the letter that was Dumbledore's last hope in seeing if he was still alive. How he had come to be such a dark man from such a light boy. Why he was covered in tattoos...
"Now Harry," Dumbledore started, but was stopped as a wind threw the windows open, flinging papers about, directed from Harry's frozen body. Dumbledore was pushed backwards, his chair toppling over and sending him sprawling onto the ground. He stood quickly, wand raised to any sudden attack; just then noticing Harry's body transform. A new set of wings grew to adjourn Harry's back with the old, his pale skin taking on a tan, body growing a bit larger with the increase in muscle. His clothing changed before Dumbledore's eyes, shirt parted to reveal flawless skin, smooth stomach, and the beautiful pattern of tattoos. No longer was the concealment cloak covering his shoulders, but a new one of immense beauty that made Dumbledore's breath catch in his throat, only to be released when Harry's head raised up and his own eyes connected with darker red eyes mixed with new colors of purple and black.
"Harry.." Dumbledore called softly, unsure of his position with the newest change in his hero. Laughter was met as his reply, silky smooth baritone as Harry raised himself off the chair in one fluid movement. Standing before Dumbledore he half smiled, not quite a smirk, revealing almost canine teeth, sharp with no questions about their destructive force.
"Now, now, Dumbledore...it's not a pleasant sight to see you gawk, for you're too lowly of a being to praise my body." The sensuous voice sent shivers down Dumbledore's spine, it being far too musical and melodious to be real. Harry walked counterclockwise around Dumbledore's body, hand trailing behind to linger on his chest, shoulder's brushing. "I'll have none of that 'Harry' calling. What a mortal name." He smiled when once again they came face to face. "No. You'll have to address me as Alkhuan...that's my name."
Alkhuan looked around the room at the mess he made, frowning at the sight of all the papers floating to the ground, books opened, furniture sprawled about. "This won't do.." he smiled, twirling his right hand's pointer finger to fix the mess. "Isn't that better, Headmaster..?"
Dumbledore watched as the room instantly went back to normal, riveted by the display of power. "Yes, Harry.." he replied, almost absent mindedly.
Alkhuan fixed his eyes upon Dumbledore, narrowing with the name he was called. His arm shot out in a quite motion, left hand grasping Dumbledore's neck in it's powerful grasp. "But I'm not Harry, Headmaster....I'm Alkhuan."
He lifted Dumbledore off the ground with his hand, flinging him onto the coach across the room, leaving him winded and struggling for air. Alkhuan merely smiled and waved his fingers goodbye, striding across the room; gliding with all the grace of an angel. It was time to visit Harry's little friends, and all those who betrayed him...






Dreams and Nightmares

Feed my dreams of nightmares and shadows
Obscenities twisted by a mind of sin.
A parasite feeding on trial and retribution
Taking and destroying your mind from within.

It waits and beckons when in slumber you lie,
A temporary coma of Death's favourite daughter.
Unable to resist the sweet sleep of sadism,
Willing falling like a lamb to the slaughter.

Flashing images turn common visions
To masocistic horrors of subconscious mind.
Childhood fears resurected with malice
You have no where to run but are easy to find.

Taunted by demons you long to forget,
Insignificant pictures distorted to memories.
Nightmares returned from connotations of fear,
Disturbingly telling your long lost story.

The rocking horse's severed head
Floating in a bath of blood.
Stare into it's hollow eyes
See the demon you keep locked inside.