Shadowed Truth

Author's Note: English is not my mother tongue so be warned. I don't know where this story is going but I just couldn't not write this. The idea kinda stuck in my head. I don't have a beta reader so bear with me on this account. Well, enough with this. On with the story.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Everything belongs to JKR and I only do this for my enjoyment and not for any profit or money.

Chapter 5-

Let there be monsters

His face was not that of a man but a demon, born from evil, defeated once with darkness, contained another time with light. But he was always surviving, thriving on the thought of revenge on those, who wronged him. Many, many mortals had been broken before this demon, either claimed by insanity or by his promises, but all had been doomed to an existence in hell.

"Luciusss, send them to Hogwarts. Let's see how the old fool handles them." The demonic voice said. It was a good strategy for the attack would come soon and unexpected.

"As you wish, my Lord." The obedient tone of his servant's voice said. A slow smile spread over the creature's face. Yes, it would happen as he wished. He felt the presence of one of the Darkened at Hogwarts. It would be foolish to pass up such an opportunity.

And then, he mused, all will bow to me and my name will be truly feared. My servants will free me once and for all after they finish collecting those blasted artifacts. The evil laughter sent shivers through the miserable souls, who didn't even know what evil they had set free.


He met me.

The words resonated loudly in the now deadly silence. If the situation had not been so serious, he would have found it extremely amusing. With an elegant step, he came into the light, giving the five people before him the first opportunity to see him clearly. He had high cheekbones, aristocratic and sharp features and piercing green eyes, who were like emeralds, shining with their intelligence and cleverness. Black, raven hair fell into his face, giving him a darker and more sinister appearance. The robes he wore were made of the finest silk, darker than night, and adorned with silver lining, faint runes running along it, if one cared to look closely. He looked, in the simplest of terms, striking. His whole being, his whole presence was overwhelming, magic flowing off him.

If that hadn't shocked the professors into silence, then the identity of this mysterious person would certainly have done it, did it, actually.

Harry stood up smiling, his whole face radiating joy and not trying to hide behind his mask, as he walked with a certain urgency to this newcomer. He ignored the shocked looks of his teachers or the disbelief written across their faces. It didn't matter anymore, really, for the only person who cared was here.

The newcomer opened his arms and welcomed the young man into them, hugging him with visible love and concern.

"I haven't seen you for so long. Are you alright?" the smooth, dark voice asked, concern shining in the striking green eyes.

Harry nodded. "As alright as I might ever be. I hope you don't mind them being here. It really couldn't be avoided…I…" But the man only smiled, not in the least angered by the situation.

He shook his head. "Do not concern yourself with that. I knew a long time ago that it couldn't be avoided, that there would be a time, when it all came out." The man turned to Blaise, smiling even more. With an elegant movement he took her hand and kissed it, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Hello, my dear. I must say that you look simply breathtaking today. He didn't make you too many problems, did he?" He smirked as they both exchanged a knowing glance, clearly mocking Harry.

The object of their discussion snorted and smirked.

"Of course, I did. I am, after all, the son of my father." Nobody beside the three of them understood the veiled insult and compliment.

"Touché, my little serpent." He smirked at the glare the young man shot him, clearly against the little remark, although one could see the corners of his lips turning upwards.

They seated themselves again, Harry on the right side of the man and Blaise at his side, so that Harry was in the middle. The shock seemed to have left them. Well, mostly. One could still see the surprise in the eyes of the professors, although the twinkle in Dumbledore's overwhelmed everything else.

The voice of the old headmaster was the first to break the silence, that ensured after the seating.

"Am I right in my assumption that you should be quite dead, Lord Slytherin?"

Salazar Slytherin, Darkened, Hogwart's Founder, smirked.

"Why, my dear headmaster, I'm perfectly alive."


He ran as fast as he could, panting, falling, but nevertheless continuing to run, for he knew that this was his only chance, his only hope to survive. He had been on important ministry business in Hogsmeade. Everything had been going so well, when they came.

He dogged a tree and ran further, hoping against hope that he would succeed, although deep down he knew that he wouldn't come out of this situation alive.

Forgive me, mother, father. Forgive me.

A single, dying scream filled the air, resonating even minutes later through the shadows of the forest.

It would be a few days after this incident that a resident of Hogsmeade would find the mangled and bloody body of one Percival Weasley, ripped apart, in the forest between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, his eyes still open in horror.


"Why, my dear headmaster, I'm perfectly alive."

Minerva McGonagall couldn't believe it. In front of her sat one of the Hogwart's Four, seemingly healthy and alive.

"How is it, that you are not dead, Lord Slytherin? And how do you know Harry here?" the headmaster asked.

Slytherin sighed and rubbed his forehead, sighing.

"It is a long story but I will nevertheless tell it. I will tell you how Harry Potter came to be Descardes Slytherin, my son."


The young boy sighed. They had been searching for the information on Nicholas Flamel for days now and still couldn't find anything, that would help them in their progress. In the background he heard the quarrel between his friends. It was really annoying, when they did that. He sighed again. They may have been annoying but they were his first real friends and he wouldn't endanger that, if he could help it.

Harry began to search again, when something caught his eye. It was as if he was drawn to this book, unable to resist it. With hesitant fingers he pulled it out, blowing away the dust that had gathered over the hundreds of years in which nobody had touched it. Elegant green letters adored the front of the book.

The Darkened- Knowledge of the Forgotten

He shivered and opened it, not knowing that this action would destroy the prejudices that the world wanted to set upon him.


The windows of the little room at No. 4 Privet Drive were barred. A soft hoot came from behind him. His loyal owl Hedwig was giving him a concerned look. She was the only one, who knew the truth about what he had learned and what he did at night.

He grinned at Hedwig, while waving his hand. The bars drew apart and provided a big enough opening for him to fit.

"Up to some flying?" he asked and heaved himself out of the window and onto the roof. The moonlight shone down on him, caressing him with its rays. The young boy breathed a sigh of relieve. It was beautiful up here. The stars shone brightly and the moon illuminated everything in a mysterious light.

With feather light steps he began to run to the edge, jumped into the air and felt for the first time since he came back the glorious feeling of being free.

He remembered clearly the book that changed his life. The Darkened were an order of peace, even if they practiced the Dark Arts. Their history was truly astounding and nothing like the wizarding world believed. Only those worthy enough could have seen the book, hidden for the new generation of Darkened to read. The words of the introduction would be engraved forever in his mind.

This is a guide to the Hidden Arts of the Darkened. Those, who hide, who learn, who protect. You have been deemed worthy to receive this knowledge, as you have not only Light but also Darkness in your soul. The Darkened are the Shadows, the Assassins, the Protectors of the world, for we give the Lost hope and the Forsaken strength. We do not fight for glory but for safety. There is no dark or light, only intentions and consequences.

The knowledge he gained from this book was simply astounding. He was only a beginner in the Arts of the Darkened but there would be a time, when he would master them for he knew that he would need them when the moment came to face Voldemort another time.

"He learned the Arts of the Darkened, no longer guided by the prejudices of others. The day after he fought my false heir, Tom Riddle, he came back to the chamber. Through the knowledge he had gained from the book, he could identify the energy that was the portal to the realm I and my fellow founders were caged in." He smiled slightly, looking lovingly at his son." It was then that he crossed over to us. While we couldn't go back to this realm, he could come to ours. We took him in and he learned from us. I made him my heir and son through a blood binding ritual, soon after we met."


An inner shudder went through Harry, although his face was carefully blank. He had learned many things, got many things, while being here, but now he was going to have something, that he had wished for his whole life. A family. A family not only in name, but also in blood, spirit and magic.

"Are you ready?" the voice of his soon-to-be father whispered in his ear. Green eyes met green. Trust flashed between them, voicing the unspoken confirmation.

The moon shone softly on the group of five, gathered together on a big clearing of a forest. The silk, black trousers shifted comfortably, as he kneeled in the middle of the pentagram. Soft chanting grew louder, the energies gathered and the shadows moved.

This were his last minutes as a Potter, a real Potter and he smiled at that thought. It wasn't that he wouldn't have loved James Potter, but more because the name Potter was looked upon as savior, light and good. Too many expectations were tied to it, pressing him down. He would be free now, even if nobody knew.

The powerful voice of Rowena Ravenclaw resonated through the forest.

"The Darkened have gathered and chosen. A new life will be reborn to the Hidden. May the Knowledge of the Raven aid you in your quest!" A blue light swirled around her, shooting into him, filling him with energy. His head jerked towards the sky, gazing into the moon and trying to forget the pain.

"The Darkened have gathered and chosen. A new life will be reborn to the Hidden. May the Strength of the Griffin protect you in your quest!" Godric Gryffindor's voice called, strong and deep. His blue eyes twinkled, a small smile on his lips. Red energy shot through Harry. The pain doubled.

"The Darkened have gathered and chosen. A new life will be reborn to the Hidden. May the Health of the Badger heal you in your quest!" The feminine voice chanted. Her straight blonde hair moved strangely in the windless night, golden light gathering around her and finally entering him. His arms were now nearly touching the ground, his chest pointing to the stars and his head pressed back.

"The Darkened have gathered and chosen. A new life will be reborn to the Hidden. By the blood of Slytherin, by the magic of the Shadows, by the spirit of the Snake, I hereby lay my claim on this life! May the Magic hear my claim! May the Mask of the Snake empower you in your quest!" The magic built up, barely contained. "Let this life be reborn to the Hidden! Let the Shadows be witness to the rebirth of Descardes Slytherin!" Salazar shouted and the silver-green energy flew into him. The pain overwhelmed him, redefining him into something new. The moon shone brightly and he screamed.


"We discovered soon that Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, has been possessed by the same demon as my brother Silton. I believe that young Tom Riddle found a rest of the energy we made the cage for this demon from and fell into the demon's grasp." Salazar sighed deeply. Another innocent soul had been seduced by this monster. A soft squeeze came from his right and he couldn't help but smile at his son.

"That's why Tom wants to find the artifacts." He was almost interrupted by the surprised exclamations of his professors, clearly wondering how he knew. "The artifacts are the only things that hold him in that realm. I search for them, too. You must understand that father," Des motioned to Salazar," and the other founders can only be freed if we find the artifacts. After they cross into this realm, they can reclaim the energy they gave to the artifacts and seal the gate forever." He looked seriously at his mentors. "It is the only chance we've got to defeat Voldemort once and for all."

They were silent for a few moments, not really knowing what could be said in such a situation, when Salazar suddenly groaned.

"I can't hold the connection any longer. Sorry. May the shadows protect you." He disintegrated into air. The teachers looked alarmed.

"What was that, Mr. Potter?" Minerva asked. "Why did he disintegrate?"

Des shook his head, sadly. " He is, unfortunately, not able to keep the connection to this realm of existence for long. The fact that these are the private chambers of the Slytherin family in Hogwarts are probably one of the things, why he could have held that connection this long. It's very taxing and until I gather the other artifacts, I won't be able to free them."

He stood up, offering Blaise his hand, as he did so.

"It has been a busy and tiring day. Maybe we should rest a little and speak about everything else tomorrow morning. You have got a lot of information to assimilate." They slowly left the chambers, beginning the ascending. "Oh, and please call me Des, when in private." He smiled at them.

Blaise smirked.

"I always knew that you didn't like being called Harry. Too common for the savior of the wizarding world, wouldn't you say, Des?" He rolled his eyes at her teasing.

"You wouldn't want it any other way, my love." He smirked back but raised an eyebrow as he heard a growl behind them.

"I think we will need to have a chat about what exactly you are doing to my goddaughter, Mr. Slytherin." The voice of his potions master stated in a dangerous growl.

Des groaned. "Why exactly am I putting myself through this?" he muttered.

"Why, because you love me, of course!" Blaise exclaimed happily. Albus and Minerva exchanged a glance and chuckled as they heard the quiet Love takes away any Slytherin self-preservation I had. from Des and saw the satisfied smirk of Blaise.

Tomorrow would be a long day


Well, here's the new part. Hope you enjoyed it. I think that I gave a lot of hints. You were right, skittles. It is Salazar. I like his character and the story is also beginning to clear. When I'm done with this story, which will not be for a while, I'll probably write exactly how or why Harry went to this other realm and the whole story of him and the founders, as well as Silton. What do you think?

Chi