A/N: No one has reviewed for this, I'm disappointed. I will continue writing though and hope that it encourages you to review. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Dark Trilogy part one: Dark War

Ch.1 Meeting Seth Roth

Dumbledore was dead. The truth was hard to hear, and he lived with the knowledge of his death. The former potions master at Hogwarts had killed him, Severus Snape a.k.a. the Half-Blood Prince. He had been frozen at the top of the tower, near Dumbledore, when the monster cast the hated spell. No one could survive the killing curse, only one ever had, and that was he. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, and the only one who could stop Voldemort's reign of terror. Yes all things returned back to him. If he saw Snape again he would kill him, without hesitation, he now understood what Bellatrix had said.

"Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?" she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now. "You need to mean them Potter! You need to really want to cause pain -- to enjoy it -- righteous anger won't hurt me for long -- I'll show you how it is done, shall I?"

Harry now understood, he would need to enjoy causing pain or death and for Snape he knew he could do so, but he was cautious about doing so. He remembered quite clearly his little duel with Snape on the grounds of Hogwarts, nothing got past him. Harry realized that Snape was a very talented dueler, and he would have to train before he would be able to beat Snape, and Snape was only a mere mudpuppies next to his master Lord Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort the scourge of the wizarding and muggle worlds, he and his death eaters deserved death for the deeds they had caused. Bellatrix along with Snape and Voldemort was among his three most hated and top to kill list, no doubt he was the very top of all of their lists. He was connected to Lord Voldemort, he had been marked when he was little, and was able to see into Voldemort's mind at times, however Voldemort recently learned he could do the same if he so desired. This had helped Harry much in the past, but since Voldemort had got wise, it was very rare when anything occurred, although he could feel what the Dark Lord was feeling much more often, at the moment he seemed to be neutral.

The Dursleys looked at Harry confused, they wondered what had happened to make him so gloomy, it was worse than the previous years. Harry was currently in the back seat next to Dudley and surprising enough there was quite a bit of left over room. Dudley had gotten into boxing the previous year or so and by doing so had turned much of that fat into muscle, he was still large than average, but nowhere near as large as he had been earlier. Harry thought he might use the new look and strength to become a bigger bully and gang leader than he already was. Vernon Dursley or his uncle was currently driving and besides looking at him in the mirror every now and then, he tried to ignore him. He seemed to be biting his lip, trying to think of what to say, his face was scrunched up like he was thinking. A small cough from his Aunt Petunia, his mom's sister caused him to switch gaze to her. She too was often taking glances at him through the side mirror, and also seemed to be thinking. She kept shooting glances at her husband and her husband rolled his eyes in response before reaching up and touching his moustache thoughtfully before finally taking the car and pulling off at a different exit than normal and parking in front of a hotel.

Harry saw this and looked at them in confusion, even Dudley looked surprised, but he wisely held his tongue, Harry reluctantly did the same. After the car was turned off Vernon gave a nod and Petunia nodded in response, Vernon then began speaking.

"So."

"So." Harry responded to his uncle, who seemed to be fighting back an urge to retort and yell at him, he succeeded.

"So, how was." He gulped loudly before speaking again in a raspy whisper. "school." He said this and heaved a sigh of relief, it took a lot out of him to say that.

"What?" Harry asked shocked that his uncle would ask about school of all things.

"You heard me boy, don't make me repeat it!" Although his uncle yelled at him, it came out almost pleadingly.

"Do you want all the details or just the one important one?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Don't use that tone, boy!" His uncle again snapped at him.

"How's your headmaster?" His aunt Petunia asked softly interrupting Vernon's soon to be ranting.

Harry's eyes became dark and gloomy at that word. He looked up and slowly spit out. "He, he's dead." Harry said holding back the tears with all his might.

"So it's true. Dummeldor has hit the ground." Vernon said, surprisingly not with the glee Harry had thought he would express.

"Dumbledore." Aunt Petunia corrected. "So the man was telling the truth."

"Man? What man?" Harry asked his Aunt frantically.

His uncle tried to cover for his aunt's slip by saying "Man? There was no man. We received a ruddy owl from your government."

"Yes, that's what I meant. It looked like a man's writing so I assumed a man had wrote the letter. How'd he die, was it the one who killed your parents?" Aunt Petunia asked quietly. Harry looked at her in shock before saying with much venom.

"No, no he was murdered by a friend, he was betrayed just like my parents. It's actually his fault my parents are dead. He told Voldemort the prophecy, and that made him come after me, it's all his fault."

"All whose fault?" Dudley asked finally coming into the conversation realizing he had been left out.

"A man you would not know, he was the potions master at Hogwarts. Professor Snape."

"What! Severus? Why would he do something like that."

"For his master of course." Harry said bitterly before realizing what his aunt had just said. "Wait, how'd you know his first name was Severus?" Harry asked his eyes narrowing dangerously, and his hand gripping his wand.

"I knew him from when Lily was at school, he came often to our house, he was actually not so bad, for a wizard. I, I admit, I had a bit of a crush on him back then, Lily did too, and even our parents liked him. He was very polite, and didn't care about the purity of blood as Lily would call it, in fact they were very close friends even after my sister married Potter. In school they both put up a front so no one would know, if Severus's father had discovered he was hanging out with a muggle-born, we'd be lucky to see him again. His father was a very bad man, from what Lily said having the displeasure of meeting him only once. Despite what you may believe Harry, I did love my sister. I also knew Severus very well he would never betray Lily knowingly. There must be other factors involved, I refuse to believe he did so knowingly."

"He did. He murdered Dumbledore in front of me, while he pleaded with him, he murdered him without any pity, every grain of hate was in his face when he cast the curse. If I see him I will kill him." Harry looked away from his aunt and uncle and glanced at Dudley who was seeming to think.

"Hm. Hey, isn't the name of-" He was cut off by a furious look from his mother. "Uh never mind, I forgot what I was going to say." Dudley said stupidly this didn't go unnoticed by Harry and he glanced suspiciously at them, Vernon started the car and started driving back home.

"One more thing boy, we have two guests staying with us right now. One's a sword master and a friend to Dudley's science tutor. The other is a boy about your age and grandson to the science tutor, whose parents recently died and has no room at his godfather's home. We're doing him a favor as he lives a fair amount away, actually Dudley's science teacher does as well, but that doesn't matter. I don't want any of your freakishness going on. Understand?" Harry's Uncle said loudly.

" Yes, Uncle Vernon." Vernon stared at his nephew suspiciously, Harry then continued. "Wait, who is this sword master? How do you know he is not a death eater?"

"Huh. A death's eater? Is that a follower of Lord Thingy?" His uncle asked.

"A Death Eater, a follower of Voldemort. They're after me, is this man a wizard?"

"Of course not, do you think we'd ever let your kind into our house? No, he's perfectly normal. Him and Drake. Drake's the boy who is at the moment staying in your room, you get the couch, so don't break anything, and remember no freakishness. The sword master's name is Seth Roth, he actually said he would teach you when you got back. We don't have to pay a cent extra so it's up to you if you want to learn the art of the sword. If so, you can tell him when we arrive, you'll be training with Dudley and Drake however."

"Sure. Why not, it may help in my fight against Voldemort." Vernon twitched slightly at that, but not for the name, just the fact Harry would fight a Dark Lord was enough to make his skin crawl.

(an hour later)

Harry and his relatives were just pulling into Number 4 Privet Drive, he gave Mrs. Figg a wave before standing back inline waiting for his Uncle to open the door and for Dudley to get inside. His uncle quickly unlocked the door and they all scuttled inside.

Harry entered and looked over to the man standing on top of the stairs. The man was roughly six foot one and had very bright almost glowing green eyes, slightly different from the eyes Harry had. The man's hair was quite unique as it was silver, not white sparkle or grey, but literal silver, and longer as well. He looked around twenty-six years old, possibly younger, or he may have been older, one couldn't really tell. The man wore black pants and a silver shirt, he also wore a black jacket and at his side was a holster for his sword. He stared at Harry a moment before grinning. It wasn't a pleasant grin.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Potter. The Dursleys have told me so much about you." The man said giving off a slight sneer, causing Harry to remember Snape. The man took a look a brief look at his scar, before turning to Vernon who was addressing him.

"Boy, this Seth Roth. You shall call him Mr. Roth well you're here. Seth don't mind the boy, he's nothing, but trouble." Harry's uncle told Mr. Roth.

"How's Drake doing?" Aunt Petunia asked Mr. Roth quietly.

"Ah, the boy was in a scrape a bit ago, he's still resting, he should be up either later tonight on early tomorrow morning. How's it going Dudley, remember we have training tomorrow at nine, and in a week we'll be getting up at five and practicing till ten."

"I'm ready Mr. Roth." Dudley said excited at the prospect of being taught the art of the sword, he knew Mr. Roth was one of the greatest swordsman of the age.

"Excuse me, Mr. Roth?" Harry asked rather harshly at the man.

"Yes, what is it Mr. Potter?" He asked the boy coldly.

"Can you please lift up the sleeve of your left arm?" Harry asked just as coldly.

"N-now boy, is this really necessary?" Uncle Vernon sputtered nervously. Seth looked at Harry and smirked.

"My left sleeve? Whatever for?" He asked Harry sarcastically, doing nothing to erase Harry's suspicion that the man knew who he was.

"Just do it. Sir." Harry said beginning to dislike the man already.

"If I must." Mr. Roth responded raising his left sleeve to show a mark. It wasn't the dark mark however. No it was a number thirteen etched in his skin. "Happy?"

"Sorry, sir. I just needed to check that's all. Would you mind me asking about your tattoo?" Harry asked feeling foolish about thinking the man was a Death Eater.

"Yes, about the tattoo, I'm afraid I do mind. I would appreciate it if you did not bring it up again. I understand your reason for caution, I've heard of a mysterious group that goes around in black capes and white masks who kill anyone they see. From the one the officials have in custody, I noticed they all had a mark on their left arm."

"Excuse me, sir. But did you say the one the officials had in custody?" How'd they ever capture one.

"Oh, well that was my doing. One of them tried to shoot me and I retaliated, it wasn't against just me, but I felt I needed to step in and I did. Ended up cutting the man's right leg and left arm before the man surrendered. His weapon went flying somewhere in the forest behind where I caught him. I see you've heard of this new group, you by chance know their name?" Mr. Roth asked Harry questioningly, and for some reason Harry thought his answer was a test.

Harry looked at his aunt and uncle as well as his cousin who were looking at him apprehensively and shaking their heads no, which Mr. Roth caught.

"Never mind. It does not matter, they were too talented to be caught by normal folk anyways. Only one truly gifted with the art of sword, gun, or some other magically enhanced person could have stopped him." All the Dursleys and Harry held their breath at the word 'magically'. The Dursleys because they were afraid the man would find out who Harry was and might already be on the track, and Harry because he thought the word had been used on purpose. "So, Mr. Potter I heard you may be interested in the art of swordsman ship as well?"

"Uh. Sure. If it's no problem?" Harry asked timidly. "Sorry about-"

"Perfectly alright, to both question and apology. Now, if I'm going to be working with you, I'm going to need your full name, in return I shall give you mine and what you shall call me for the duration of your training. This goes for you to Dudley." Mr. Roth told the two boys, Vernon and Petunia had just left the room, probably to make dinner for their guests.

"Alright my name is already known to you, but I'll say it again. I am Dudley Dursley middle initial none." Dudley said looking pleased, Harry was next.

"I don't trust you fully, no offense Mr. Roth." Harry said.

"None taken. I understand."

"Anyways my name is Harry James Potter." 'Also known as the boy-who-lived.' Harry thought glumly.

"Very well, I'd think of names to give you, but you would have to earn them. For you Mr. Potter I was thinking of the 'living one'. I think it will fit your battle skills well, never giving up hope so long as your alive. I could be wrong and that may change depending on how you do and act. So don't worry about it. Dudley you on the other hand may be 'living stone' however I may be wrong with you as well." Mr. Roth said.

Harry again narrowed his eyes at the man. It was too much of a coincidence that he had just thought of his name the wizarding world called him by, and all of a sudden he had given Harry the name of 'Living One' way too coincidental. He kept quiet however as the man finished.

"My name is Seth Prince Roth." Another thing Harry narrowed his eyes at 'Prince'. The man took out his sword. "This is my sword it is called a long sword. The name of this sword is the Masamune, and I'm the only one who has ever been able to use it." To prove his point he swung the extremely long and sharp sword expertly, showing his mastery of the blade. It was silent and if someone had been in the way deadly. "The name you shall call me." He licked his lips almost savagely and a spark seemed to ignite in his eyes, he swung the sword once more before putting it back in its sheath. An almost maniacal expression had crossed his face causing Harry to be reminded of Voldemort, only crossed with Snape.

"From here on, you shall call me by this and only this one name. No more Mr. Roth, and Seth, unless I'm being introduced to someone, from here on there is only one name I want you to call me." His eyes seemed to glow with hidden power.

"That is?" Dudley asked breaking Mr. Roth out of his thoughts.

"Sephiroth." The harsh wind that suddenly blew into the room seemed to make his name seem more important, for what reason Harry did not know. Unknown to him he went to bed that night with more power than normal, and in doing so saw the first hint of Voldemort's plans, plans he had not got a glimpse of in over a year.

A/N: Next chapter should be up tomorrow, and the other story will have a chapter out either today or tomorrow depending on time. Next chapter Harry's sees a brief look into Voldemort's plans. Please read and review, thanks.