Summary: Harry's life was overshadowed by his sister, Katrina Lilith Potter, who was suppose the Girl Who Lived. When Harry was 4, his little brother, Steve arrived. The Potter couple took this chance to kick Harry out. Harry was abandon in the St. Mary orphanage. After a happy year spending in the Johnson family, Harry was again sent to an orphanage because a fire that took his foster parents away. Later adopted by the Noir family, Harry became a spoiled prince.
Author Note: It's a really long time, isn't it? I listened to most of my reviewers, Harry was no longer named Poison. But I still love that name and like the only reviewers that think it's cool, namely, Never Odd Or eveN and Bleucheese. :hugs: I do have new names for Harry. A new character appeared in the chapter! And he is going to have a quite big part in the story!
Harry's Names Explantions:
Etienne: French, Crowned One
Guthrie: Celtic/Gaelic, War Serpent
Ryu: Japanese, Dragon.
Author Note: I wanted to make Harry's name means a Crowned Serpent with Dragon Blood, and the names I found are weird, so I put together three names.
This fic is dedicated to: BubblegumGirl, my beta. And I love her fic.
All of my reviewers, Shadowed Rain (OMG! I love your fics!), HarrySlytherinson ( Same as Shadowed Rain, I love your fics.) , bleucheese, TeoBlaise, A-man, Didaskaleinophobia (Hope I didn't spell your name wrong!), booboo, Hazel Maraa, HazzaGriff, AnImE-aNd-Hp-FrEaK, Nachtwoelfin, raven-warrior05, random palindrome, Blondi AKA Lucius, JerseyPike, shadow, ERMonkey Burner of Cookies, spinnerofdark, Lord-BlackHeart, knuckz and Never Odd Or eveN.
Author Note: The dialogues in this chapter are spoken in French, if there's some dialogs spoken in other languages, I'll say after the sentence.
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It had been three years since Harry been adopted by the infamous Noir family. Ryu had grown into a spoilt eight year old boy. His messy locks had grown curly, his gorgeous emerald eyes were now even more beautiful. But yet, he was still shorter than most of his age.
His father had summoned him to one of the dungeons.
"Enter... Mister Etienne Guthrie Ryu Noir…" A ghostly voice sounded from inside the room. Ryu pushed open the stone door and looked around curiously. In the middle of the room, was a small, round obsidian table. Carved on the table was a pentagram, a skull was place onto it and a drop of crystallized blood was floating right above it.
Unnoticed by Ryu, the stone door behind him closed slowly. Ryu turned around quickly and saw a man with long flowing black hair standing in front of him. The man could of easily been mistaken for a women. His black robes were flowing and his amethyst eyes were soulless and dull, "Mister Noir, I am Galar Hakon Ohio. Your adoptive father invited me to perform a ritual ceremony."
"What ceremony? What for? You'd better tell me before I tell my mother." Ryu raised an eyebrow. Galar laughed lifelessly, "To make you his son." Ryu looked confused, perhaps for the first time since he became a Noir, "I'm already his son!" Galar laughed again, "You don't have his blood. Do you?" Ryu's mouth opened and closed like a fish as if searching for something to say, "But… I…" Galar smirked, "But what? Please, walk forward."
Ryu stopped in front of the obsidian table, he noticed that the holes created by carving patterns on it were filled with white marble. Galar followed, "Please cut your right index finger using this dagger and place your right hand above the skull." He handed Ryu a bronze dagger with strange symbols on it. A drop of blood met the crystallized blood, after the blood passed, the crystallized blood had vanished too, it combined Ryu's blood and dropped right on to the skull's top. "Place your hand on the skull." Galar ordered. Once Ryu's hand met the skull, two fiery red lights appeared in the skull's eyes.
Ryu struggled hard, but his right hand was still resting steadily on the skull. Platinum locks crept into his raven hair silently, replacing many black strands, his emerald eyes became a mixture of icy blue and light amber, his lightly tanned skin had lightened up and was now vampiric pale. His face became thinner, his thick lips slimmed down and his eyebrows became arched in a aristocratic way. His cheekbones lowered slightly and became as pale as his skin, giving him a recognition of 'happy little boy' no more, his 'dwarf' build became taller and taller and his shoulders widened. Galar watched in silence, not bothering to help Ryu with the pain.
Ryu screamed out as the process finished. A happiness flashed in Galar's dull eyes, "Very well, Mr. Noir. Your father is waiting for you in the meeting room, there are some guests for you to meet."
Ryu panted heavily, "You still expect me to walk after this stupid ceremony?" he said turning around to face him, but Galar had already disappeared.
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Ryu kicked open the door. "Ah! Ryu, please take a seat." Ryu's father sipped his tea slowly. Ryu pulled out the chair on the other end of the long table and sat down, "May I ask why you summoned me, Father?" Noir Senior smiled approvingly at his son, "I have found your new mentors." Ryu raised his eyebrow, "I beg your pardon. Did I heard 'mentors', Father?" Noir Sr. nodded, "I believe you know what a mentor means, Ryu. They are invited to…" A knock on the door interrupted Noir Sr. He motioned a house-elf to open the door for the new guests. A small group of wizards stepped into the room. "Please, sit." Noir Sr. greeted them with a nod. "You already know my son, Ryu." Ryu looked around the room, knowing fully well that this wasn't going to be good.
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As his new mentors were lead away to their bed chambers, Ryu opened his mouth, "Father, what's the meaning of this?" Noir Sr. sighed, "You are eight, Ryu. You'll need to prepare for your future education, we Noirs…" Ryu interrupted, "No, I'm asking what's the meaning of this!" Ryu held up a platinum lock in anger. Noir Sr. paled, but said in a confident voice, "You are my son. And you are going to inherit my fortune, my possessions. You are my son and you will always be my son. The ritual ceremony simply removed Lily Potter's blood from you."
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Author Note: It's short, I know. Sorry... I'm just 10 for god's sake! I'm just more mature than my age!
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