Disclaimer: (in fetal position chanting) 'not mine, not mine, not mine' . . . really it's not mine.
WARNING and A/N: No real warnings for this chapter other then a little blood and gore and I make Dumbledore sound like he's high. Any further warnings will be posted in later chapters in reference to that chapter. Thank you.
Kraven
Ch:3. Of Princes and Kings
As Harry fell into darkness his body convulsed as black flames erupted from him like a dark aura and they sought to consume him. Slowly his body rose up from the floor, and in an instant the flames vanished leaving behind a drastically changed Harry Potter; and then he opened his eyes . . .
"Dumbledore! The wards in Surrey have fallen!" cried out a hysteric Professor McGonagall as she raced into the kitchen of number 12 Grimmuald Place.
"Minerva, what a pleasure." Began Dumbledore
"Albus! The wards at Privet Drive have fallen!" cut in the irate Proffesor.
"Oh dear, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, Remus, and Severus; If you would kindly come with me we shall investigate the matter, I only hope we're not too late.
Hair as black as obsidian flowed past his shoulders, pale skin that was lightly sun kissed held an unnatural glow that was marred slightly by the wicked scars that covered his flesh.
His body was covered in a black leather vest and loin cloth shaped skirt, with a smaller wrap covered by a longer piece in the front and back that tied at the sides and was covered with silver runes. Greek sandals were laced to the boys hovering feet.
When his eyes opened any thought of him being human was quickly squashed. His eyes glowed with an ethereal emerald flame; the slit cat pupils shone silver radiating a cold light.
Ruby red lips curved into a small smile as the boy who had once been Harry Potter looked out upon his guests.
"Master. I hope my summoning did not inconvenience you?"
"Not at all pet. We were anticipating it." Came the answer from the tallest being in the room. He was dressed in heavy black armor, his silver and black mane of hair tied back in a high ponytail. His eyes were just as odd as the boys'; they were pure black without any whites or pupils. Across his back was strapped a large broad sword and a number of vicious daggers adorned his belt. A small obsidian and silver circlet crowned the Demon Kings brow.
"Milord, I suggest we save the reunion until we are in a secure location." Growled Fern, Fern was a Forest Elf and contrary to popular belief the tall brunet and his people were far from peaceful tree huggers. The blood and bodies from the wars his people waged were used as fertilizer in the Elvin Forests.
"You're right of coarse sensei. If we do not leave soon that bastard Dumbledore would probably intervene and try to save his golden boy." Harry sneered as he waved his hand summoning and shrinking his school trunk with wandless magic.
"Where is your counterpart?" asked Darius.
"He is sleeping; we used most of his magical reserves during our coming of age and to call you here."
Harry led the group out of the smallest bedroom at number four Privet Drive only to find an enraged and bloody Vernon Dursley at the bottom of the rickety stairs.
"Boy! What the bloody hell was that! Are you doing freakish things again? And who the bloody hell are they! More bloody freak . . . ."
As the fat man at the small lithe boy Daas grew more and more upset. Harry was his nestling, and no one was allowed to abuse his nestling. With a snarl the Imperial White Dragon, Daas of Shadrokhold, Shadow Assassin and Guard for the Royal Family of Dementia; leapt forward and slashed at the human pigs' throat, causing blood to gush from the wound splattering across the pristine white walls of the hallway and stairs.
Daas stood completely still over the dieing mans' thrashing death throws, waiting for a reprimand from one of the four beings that stood behind him.
Suddenly strong arms wrapped around him from behind and a voice spoke from further beyond those arms and slightly to the right.
"Daas? Why are you so still? That creature deserved to be slaughtered, he has beaten and abused me; your master. I give you my thanks my Shadow. In fact if you see the two mortals that resemble a horse and a whale you may spill their blood as well. Though they do not deserve the freedom of death I am happy to let you give it to them." There was a silence then . . . "My pretty little Dragon . . . did you not like the blood?"
Daas had relaxed as the Prince Harry his current charge and Master whispered to him, but at those last words something feral inside of him stirred causing him to turn in Ferns arms and sneer at his King and Prince who were both smiling softly at him.
"Well, lets go then. You boys can have your fun when we're out of this Goddess forsaken house." hissed Ophelia as she delicately stepped over the corpse blocking the stairs.
Ophelia ignored the others as she made her way to the front door. Only allowing herself a small smile as she heard two screams rip through the air and the four males bicker at each other about the Goddess only knew what. Suddenly Harry was in front of their group and with a flick of his wrist he opened the door.
"Stupefy! . . ."
A/N: thank you everyone who has reviewed, please continue to do so. Also I'd like to apologize for the wait for this chapter, I had it half done then some jerk turned off the computer before I saved what I had so I had to start over. Not that it's a long chapter . . . but that's not really the point now is it.
Yami no Kaze: I don't really know how my time line will develop at this time. Thanx for your reviews.