The first sword clash will soon begin, the moon's warriors will mass and slay all you know. There is no avoiding it, you will fall and we will rise; destroying you beneath our feet. Prepare to fall, for you will fall ready or not...

Sleep sound upon the pillow

Warm among the blankets

Bleeding ears deaf against the world

Tuned out like a broken radio

-x-

Stand silent and wish no more

I'll whisk your pain aside

Open the box and unleash you wings

And many other things you may find

-x-

Tendency to fear a stranger

When so many live within you

A quest to end this solitude

But lost within the sinew

-x-

Hiding behind a mask

No one cares to see behind

Left with a single task

To fill the empty life within it

-x-

Voices ringing through your head

Telling you lies that keep you tethered

Pressing the replay button

And making you remember

-x-

Passing by your grip

Time is always hard

Sending you pretend happiness

Like words within a birthday card

-x-

You pocket your sorrow

Push it deep, deep down

Time to give back

The happiness you had asked to borrow

-x-

Now what do you wish?

When all is said and done

What left is there to accomplish?

In a world where all is won?

-x-

Seeking death may be the answer

To lie within a grave

Your sole departs with grace of a dancer

A life that no one will ever save

-x-

…….Never-fear-death

The sun had slid beyond the trees and only a faint glow remained. Harry made his way on wing towards his destination, the mountains. He would be meeting with Shea, Kiye and Miguel at around midnight. Harry had sent a message using the mind gift: to be able to communicate through telepathic lines made up of electricity in the air. He would be telling them of the early reveal. Reveal meaning he had finally told the wizarding world of whom he is.

The distant glow was fading quickly making way for the moon to illuminate the sky. Stars shown down upon the earth, reflecting in two emerald orbs that were Harry's eyes. Night. Harry's favourite time, and soon there will be nothing to take it away from him. By this war, he aimed for an everlasting darkness, where pain and sorrow will thrive in. Well not for all, but for those who have never seen pain or have laughed at the pain of others. This gothic world will rise from its place in forced hiding and will be known to the world and will not be challenged. The only chance the light side has is Dumbledor, but Harry would slay him with his sword. With Dumbledor gone, the floor is open to Voldemort but he to will see death. Once that's finished, the final deaths will help Harry and the other three complete the ritual. On the next eclipse they are to have completed the tasks given on the prophecy.

Harry tipped his wings forward and dipped down below the treetops. He stopped in a small clearing with a small stream running softly through the trees. A small rocky area surrounded the clearing, being the only thing keeping trees from creeping to the waters edge. Harry stepped up to cool water and dipped his hands in cupping them and pulling them up to drink. Once finished he shook his hands clear of the water and wiped the remaining water off on his robes. Harry looked down in disgust at what he was wearing, he casually snapped his fingers and he wore his favoured out fit which was his sleeveless shirt with spike bracelets on his wrists. A pair of black jeans and his flowing black cape, and under those he wore his leather boots with the buckles. He new by the way his bangs now fell across the side of his face that his hair had changed as well. He looked back up towards the sky, no sunlight remained. He was about take flight again when something caught his attention. He looked over to the trees and froze. A pair of blazing red eyes stared out at him from the shadows, they stood somewhere around seven feet tall and a large black snout which bore three inch canids dripping with saliva was illuminated by the moon.

"Are you certain it was he? I mean no magical influences of any kind?" Dumbledor asked soberly, looking at Severus over his half-moon glasses.

"Yes, I could detect no possession over him. Harry Potter has been merely hiding his true colours this whole time." Snape sat before Dumbledor in his office and had just finished explaining what Potter had just shown the class and him-self. "And those colours seem to consist of merely black."

"I see." the old head master folded his hands together and propped his bearded chin upon them. He had a faraway look in his eyes. He had never suspected that Harry would become so...dark. How could he have missed it?

"And what are you going to do about Potter's plan to destroy you?" Severus asked darkly, breaking Dumbledor from his thoughts.

"I do not know Severus, I don't know exactly what we've got here. It may be just a powerful teen lost in his own adolescent rage, or we could be dealing with far more than we could expect. I only wish I knew what was said in this book, it could tell us all we need to know." Dumbledor said tapping the large book that Harry had been reading in class, Severus had brought it up with him after Potter's flee.

"It's in parcel tongue is it not? So what if..." Severus trailed off.

"Yes, yes I know exactly what your saying."

"I don't understand it, how could Harry ever go over to the dark side? He had always been so cold with anything or anyone who had anything to do with that side!" Ron said furiously as he paced back and forth. He and Hermione were hidden away in the back of the library talking over there shock of what they had seen with the Memorex potion.

"No Ron, he was only cold with everything and everyone associated with V-Voldemort, it had nothing to do with the dark side." Hermione said quietly. She was sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up to her chest and her back against the wall. Ron stoped pacing and sat down beside her. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"I just can't believe it, how did this happen?" he said in a strangled sort of voice. "He's going to get him self killed." Ron said with a weak smile. Hermione let out a small giggle.

"Your right you know." she said looking over at Ron. They both went quiet, both thinking the same thing, yet neither voiced it until Hermione said in a even lower whisper.

"You know he can't do whatever it is he's doing alone, I had always had a high respect for him, and there must be a reason behind his turn for the dark. Dumbledor is going to take a blind look on this. And besides, it's not like Harry's changed, have you seen the way he looks at us? Its like he is really guilty about something, I had though it was because of what happened last year but now I guess its something different."

Ron nodded. "So you think we should stand by him? Join him even?"

"Yes Ron, that's exactly what I mean."

The beast leaped forward and stared at Harry with intense red eyes for a moment as Harry sighed with relief.

"Jeez Miguel, don't do that!"

"Do what?" Miguel said innocently, back in human form and made his way to Harry's side. Harry gave him a punch in the arm. "Your in a good mood, why?" Miguel raised an eyebrow at the taller of the two.

"Flying. There is something about it that just gets me."

"Yeah I know what you mean...Harry?" Miguel look closely at Harry's face, he was gazing over his shoulder at something that was unseen by Miguel. He spun around but saw nothing, so he looked back over at Harry.

"What? What do you see?" Miguel asked cautiously.

"Not sure..." Harry stepped past Miguel and made his way over two one of the small rocky walls and disappeared behind it. Miguel shook himself and followed. He found Harry on his knees looking at something. Miguel creped closer to see what it was. He gasped.

"My god, Is that a....?"

"Yes. You must be quiet and back up. It must see me first."

"Its not happening is it?"

"Yes, now go. I will meet you soon on the mountain top." Harry said turning to the other and then back down at his prize. He could hear Miguel's foot steps hurry away into the night. He gazed at what was before him, 'It's a pity it will soon be broken, its such a beautiful thing.' Harry thought to himself, but then the thing inside is worth much more.

It was red and speckled black. Ivory spines surrounded the top like a crown. Suddenly the great egg gave a shudder. Soon, very soon. Harry grinned. What a thing to come across! This was no ordinary dragons egg, it was that of an elemental dragon, a shadow dragon to be exact. Once it hatched Harry would be the first thing it sees meaning the dragon will be his. Where was the mother? They were usually around in such at crucial time.

Crack!

Harry got closer, and watched as a large split slid down one side of the egg. The little dragon's egg-horn was just visible through a spot in the centre of the crack. It disappeared for a moment before returning as it tried to break free of it's shell. A final attempt left the dragon victorious. The egg was slit in two, a small black-red dragon sat in between the pieces. It looked up at Harry with it's beady black eyes.

Harry leaned forward and whispered, "Your mine..."

"Harry? That you?" Miguel's voice came over the rock ledge Harry was climbing over. He pulled him self up before answering, "Yeah." In a distracted sort of voice.

"You ok Boss?" Miguel said coming over to greet him. Harry shot him a death glare that made the other back off. Harry hates it when the others call him boss, even though he mainly is, he still would not allow the nick name. Miguel gapped at Harry's shoulder, where sat the little dragon.

Suddenly a ear splitting sound rose up from the base of the mountain, announcing the arrival of Shea and an answering call came from somewhere in the distant sky. Just barely seen in the moonlight a large beast sailed like a shadow towards them, this was Kiye.

Within ten minutes the two girls had joined Harry in human form and sat on the ground with Miguel waiting for Harry to start there meeting.

"First, I'd like to introduce you to my new friend here." Harry said motioning to his shoulder. The baby dragon had it's tail rapped loosely around Harry's neck as it snoozed silently.

"Where did you find that?" Shea asked in wonder. "There supposed to be really rare."

"I found it while in the process of hatching, down near the foot hills on my way here."

They marvelled at Harry's sleeping prize for a few moments longer before Kiye asked, "This not the reason you called us to Scotland is it?"

"No it is not. I have called you to tell you that we're running a little before schedule."

"You told them?"

"In a way, I have shown them our latest sacrifice." Harry said, a dark smirk gripping the sides of his mouth. Before any of the others could ask how he said, "the wonder of a Memorex potion." the others mirrored his look of dark anticipation.

It had been three hours since they had left from there meeting. They explained there plans for the war. They knew they were going up against two very powerful enemies, both with powerful armies to aid them. They would first take ol'Riddle down and then the more difficult of the two, Dumbledor. Harry was ready for anything. He had trained long and hard, he learned what being the last Potter meant. He was heir to something he doubted that his mother know about. Turns out James Potter wasn't a saint after all. The only one to ever feel James true power and cruelty goes by the name Severus Snape.

Harry looked out over the city of Paris. He knew he had to flee so he used a willow to travel south, just like he had displayed to the class with the Memorex potion. He sat on a tower of a supposed abandoned cathedral. People thought its former visitors had moved or their practice had died out completely. It was in fact not deserted, it was occupied by one sole, and one alone. Harry sat atop a small ledge laden with stone gargoyles on the side of one of the said towers stroking the head of the petite shadow dragon who sat contentedly on his knee. Harry no longer wore his cape but wore a black t-shirt baring the band 'Disturbed,' with a long leather jacket over that.

He leaned back on the tower's outer wall and had his feet up between the two stone wings of one of the gargoyles. The moon still burned in the sky above but it was in a slightly different position than it had been in the Scottish sky around Hogwarts. The streets below were forlorn except for the uncommon late-night wanderer that would pass through every once in a while. Bushes and vines creped up the sides of the cathedral. The cathedral it self sat in the centre of a rather old fashioned market square that during the day swarmed with people, but by looking at it from the night point you would never be able to guess. Shadows seemed to thrive in the wake of the immense building and was avoided by most at this time. Behind the market area was a large stretch of forest that nobody ever approached, there was a dark myth that surrounded the place. It's told that a creature, large and black with eyes of death dwelled within the shadows of those old trees. The french called it 'Enfant D'ombre' meaning, 'Child of Shadow'. Most knew it to be a mere wives tale, but some knew it not to be. Those few who strongly believe in the myth are those who have encountered Enfant D'ombre, or have claimed to have. Harry himself knew the creature existed, in fact looking down toward the east side on the cathedral you could see the said creature poking it's nose at the base off one of the walls. Suddenly the beast's mighty, dog like head shot up and ears poised forward and it let out a rumbling growl that Harry could hear from where he sat high above the scene. It threw its head back and let out a ground shaking howl before springing through the market and into the dark trees beyond.

Harry turned his searching eyes toward the place the creature had stressed before departing. He saw a large group of teens walking through the middle the square, they were laughing and goofing around. The males wore basketball Jersies and the girls wore short shorts and tiny tops that showed off their stomachs. Harry could not stand that stile of clothing, all it said was 'Look at me! Im an air head follower!'

Harry tried to ignored them, 'So much for a fine silent night.' He thought rolling his eyes. He decided to go stretch his legs and maybe grab some grub from some late night food place. He put the small dragon in a large inside pocket and dissipated (:a kind of appearation used with auors when stealth is needed.) to the ground carful not to be seen by the teenagers near by. It wasn't until Harry was half way through the square the group took notice of him. The males, against the girls protests, started towards him. Harry walked on, starting to get annoyed.

"Hey you! Wait up homie-!" One of the fuckers said loudly in a teasing voice. The sound of laughter could be heard from behind the one who attempted humour. Harry kept walking, his mind on where he could find something to eat.

"Hey dog, when im talkin' to you look at me! What are you a fucking pussy!" Harry continued to ignore them totally unfazed by there immature 'threats.'

"Josh! He probably doesn't even speak English! This France remember!?" one of the girls said giggling.

"Oh yeah, well then we'd better show the home boy what we American student dudes do to french dudes who ignore us." The guy who had been talking all the while said following close behind Harry with rest of the males. One grabbed Harry's shoulder and spun him around and tried to drive his fist in to Harry's face. Harry's hand shot up like a blur and caught the fist before it could connect with his face. Harry twisted it around 360 degrees causing the guy to cry out in pain. Then he pushed him by his nearly broken wrist in to the guy behind him successfully breaking it. The girls and a couple of the guys knelt down by his side, they all sat staring up at Harry in horror, who stood watching with a cruel grin playing on his face.

"Soyez heureux que je vous laisse avec vos vies" Harry said as a leaving statement, the translation of what he said is, "Be happy I leave you with your lives." before sweeping away up the square and down a dark ally.

A/N: So how was that? Sorry for that last chapter, it was lame beyond lame, but I hope this one is a bit better! ) Anyway, I guess I'll answer some reviews now! Oh wait one more thing, anything you want to see happen or any ideas you have, give them to me in a review and I'll look into adding them!

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