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Chapter 4
The Most Noble House of Black
Location: London
Sunday July 9th, 2000
It was mid morning by the time Harry final dragged himself down to the kitchen. He opened the door and groaned as the people on the other side's voices hit him. His head was pounding and he was seriously debating giving up the hard stuff because he didn't think his head could stand the pressure from the hang over.
The voices stopped as he leaned against the door. A hand held out a vial and Harry took it gratefully. He quickly downed the hang over cure and took a deep breath.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? BRING THEM INTO THIS HOUSE. YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONE WHOSE SAFTY IS ON THE LINE." Sirius yelled as soon as he saw that the cure had been taken. He was fuming, just remembering the way his godson had been acting. Harry who had been smirking at the potions master in thanks, turned to face his godfather. Everyone was shocked by the shadow that fell over the boy's face.
"No Sirius, my life isn't the only one at risk here, but if my sires are not allowed here then I will go and live with some friends of mine for the rest of the summer. I am sorry to have caused you any inconvenience." Harry said, his voice was soft as he turned towards the door.
"Where the hell do you think your going? I'm not done with you yet." The dark haired ex-convict snarled as he grabbed Harry's shoulder. Harry turned halfway towards his godfather and watched him behind half closed eyes.
"My life is mine own Black. I may come and go as I wish. You have no say in the way I act. You may be my godfather appointed by the death of my parents but I am my own person." Harry whispered as he turned again.
"I am your guardian and you will do as I say." Sirius hissed as he tightened the hold he had on the green-eyed boy's shoulder. Harry gave a harsh, mirthless laugh.
"If you are my guardian then where were you? Where were you when I was burned alive? Where were you when I was classified as the dead only to rise again? Where you when I was being subjected to curses so dark they would make the unforgivable's seem like the jelly-leg jinx? Where were you when I tried to take my life?"
"I'll tell you. You were here, in this house, safe behind these walls. You were probably wondering what was for dinner when I was constantly wondering if I would ever have another meal at all." Harry shrugged off Black's hand and pushed open the door. He stopped and turned to face his godfather once more. His green eyes were dark and cold as he asked one more question. "Answer me this Sirius, where were you when I needed you the most?"
Silence echoed through the room as the small group of adults watched the closed door in shock. The implications of Harry's words began to sink into their overly thick skulls. Each person sat with their own thoughts running amuck in their minds. Snape stood up and walked to the door; he stopped but didn't turn around.
"Don't think he will go back to who he was. We abandoned him in a time of great emotional pain into the arms of the dark children. Being what I am, I can sense things that you mortals can't, he does not trust us, nor will he ever again until you learn that he is not a child any more. In truth I doubt your precious godson was ever a child at heart." Severus said in a soft icy tone before he pushed open the door. He paused once more. "You know, Potter and yourself might not have as little in common as you may think, Black."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sirius barked at the closed door. A sudden movement from the other side of the room caught everyone's attention. Remus had stood up to put away his cup.
"I think what Severus means is that Harry may have been abused Sirius. Emotional, physically, mentally, and probably even sexually. It is perfectly logical really in some twisted sense. Harry was always a shy boy from what everyone says, always trying to fit in, but never really putting much thought into the truth behind it all. Then we sent him to Latito just after Diggory died in front of him, not even letting his wounds heal before we cast him away like an old shoe the dog dragged in."
"Personally Sirius I am surprised he is as calm as he is. What wonders would see if we could peer in his head? Would we see betrayal and tattered friendships? Would we see dark times and a darker soul? Would we see the truth of who we, ourselves, are through the eyes of a sixteen-year-old boy or would we would forever sink into the dark oblivion that is his mind?" Remus looked at them all from his place by the sink, his eyes wise and somber. "We shant not look too deep less we lose our own souls."
It was quite, no one dared break the silence in the room. Harry's, Severus's and Remus's words hung heavily between the order members. Each person was deep in thought about the things that had been said as well as those left unsaid, could Harry go dark?
Riddle Mansion
Location: Shropshire, England
Sunday July 9th, 2000
"Have you had any luck finding a candidate, Lucius?" Voldemort hissed as he messaged his temples. It had been only a few days since his decision to find an heir but already it was proving to be a hassle.
"I am sorry My Lord, but the only suitable candidates are the first born." Lucius said softly as he bowed his head. Voldemort just sighed.
"Yes, if only… If only I hadn't so stubborn." Voldemort whispered softly to himself. He sighed again and dropped his head into his hands. Lucius watched silently as his lord fought with his soul.
Dursley Residence
Location: I am tired so I'm not going to go look it up
Thursday July 20th,2000
Vernon Dursley had just arrived home from a long day at work, he was planning on having a rest while his wife made dinner. He was sitting in the living room when a knock on the door pulled him up. He opened the door with a polite smile on his face.
"May I help you?" He asked. His smile became slightly strained as he observed the man on the other side of the door. He was tall, with hair that was different colors. He wore a mask that covered the top half of his face. His eyes were hypnotizing, the pupils were emerald green crosses and the irises were redder then blood. But what Vernon noticed first was the mans deep emerald green robes.
"Yes you can Dursley." The strange man said as he steep forward. Vernon stepped back inadvertently letting the man in. The man walked calmly into the house and shut the door behind him.
"Honey, who is it?" Petunia's shrill voice sounded from the kitchen. When no answer came she appeared in the hall wiping her boney hands on a dish towel. She stopped when she spied her husband and the strange man. His face was tan but his porcelain mask was as white as snow. A strange mark framed the right eye.
"Huh Petunia, how long it has been since I have seen you and your family." The man said softly with a sneer. Petunia backed into a wall as she stared at the man before her. He was familiar, but different. "Into the living room."
They followed his instructions quickly not wanting to anger this man, who was clearly dangerous. Dudley who had been watching T.V. jumped up as fast as his fat body would allow.
"Now sit down." The man said as he leaned against the doorframe. A soft sadistic smile rested on his tanned face. The man pulled out a long wand and pointed it at them, with a whispered spell the Dursley's found that they couldn't move. "You have caused me so much pain over the years it's time to pay you back."
"Who are you?" Petunia asked as she struggled to move even an inch of her body. The man laughed manically and pushed himself away from the doorframe.
"I, Aunt Petunia, am the boy whom you kicked around. I am the boy you locked in the cupboard under the stairs. I am the one whom your husband raped while your son watched. I am your dear nephew." Harry spat the last words as thou they tasted bad in his mouth. The Dursley's sat motionless as they watched the soul whom they had tortured pace in front of them.
"I have waited years to get my revenge, and as they say revenge is always better served cold so I can't real complain. But I will make you pay for the pain I went through as a child." Harry stopped into of his cousin and smiled evil. A heart stopping scream pierced the heavy summer air thou no one heard it.
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Harry exited the small house of Number 4 Privet Dr. and smiled as he casually wiped blood off his hands. With a stray wrist movement and a whispered, 'Morsmordre', the Dark Mark came to rest over the house. Harry dropped a single blood red rose and a note on the doorstep. He stepped back and activated his portkey just as the order members started to apparate in.
The Most Noble House of Black
Location: London
Thursday July 20th,2000
Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace and into the kitchen of Number 12 with a pensive look on his face and a white note in his hand. He looked up to find the better half of the order (and Harry), sitting there.
"I have terrible news, I am afraid. The Dursley family has been killed." Dumbledore said simply, leaving out the horrendous way they had been murdered. "The Dark Mark was in the sky but a note was also left."
Dumbledore handed the note to Harry who took it with a calm hand. Inside he was truly trying not to laugh aloud as his eyes skimmed the contents of the white letter.
"What does it say?" Dumbledore asked as he watched the young Potter read the words.
"It is a warning." He said simply before repeating it in the common tongue. "Those who dare stand in my way will all end in ruin. I give you fair warning Order of the Phoenix I take no prisoners. Be warned or feel my wrath. The heir."
"Who could this Heir be? Severus has Voldemort said anything about an heir."
"No Albus he has not." Severus said as he looked over the note Harry had handed him.
"Who ever it is either a vampire or a sitis minor." Harry said as he stared at the wall. Everyone's attention turned towards him.
"And why do you THINK that my boy?" Dumbledore asked, he stressed the THINK as if Harry could never be right. Harry scowled at the older man but wisely kept his tongue.
"The note is written in an old form of vampric writing. That is why only Professor Snape and I are the only ones able to read it." Harry said as he lifted himself out of his chair. He turned to the door but paused when Sirius made a sound in the back of his throat. "Is there a problem dear godfather?"
"Don't you even care that the last of your family was just murdered?" Sirius barked. Everyone was taken aback by the harsh laugh that came from the young sitis minor.
"Not really, they deserved to die." Harry said as he turned back to the door. He paused again and smiled before speaking again. "Actually, I wish I knew who did it."
"And why is that?" Molly asked quietly.
"So I can shake his hand and thank him from the bottom of my heart." The door fell closed but the words still rang in the air.
A/N Ok hey everyone. Ok like the letter was suppose to be these really cool symbols that i found but it diddn't work so sorry bout that. I a sketch of the mask. So if any of you would like to see it please put your email address into the review or feel free to write me at theoutcastwriter (at yahoo) just put The Last Picture into the subject line so i know what it is about. Well i have to go so i will catch you all later see ya
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