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Ch 6

Harry walked down the corridor and stopped in front of a painting. He whispered the password and stepped inside when it opened. He looked around. It was here that he was first introduced to the Silver Clan.

-Flashback-

Harry walked down a deserted hallway. It looked to be unused because everything had a thick layer of dust. He had just left the hospital wing after defeating Quirrel. He was thinking about what Voldemort had said and what the sorting hat had said earlier in the year. 'There is no such thing as good or evil, only power and those to weak to seek it.' 'You could be great you know. It's all here in your head.'

Could what had been said really be true? His face suddenly darkened when his thoughts turned to his conversation with Dumbledore. He could tell the old fool was keeping something from him, something important. His trust in the old man was wavering. Dumbledore had, in a way, caused Harry to go after Quirrel and in the process almost losing his life.

He suddenly jerked his head up when he heard soft footsteps. He quickly melted into the shadows. He had found that he was a shadow elemental a few weeks ago. A man came into view and Harry quickly followed him, using the shadows to mask his presence and muffle his footsteps.

The man stopped in front of a painting of a symbol. The painting suddenly swung open and the man stepped through. The painting closed before Harry could slip through, so he used his element to transport himself into the shadows of the hidden room. Then he reappeared on the other side. He then immediately dropped down. He was not a moment too soon. A second later a dagger was imbedded in the stone were his head had been. A man suddenly lunged at him with a sword. Harry dodged it and created a sword out of the shadows. He didn't know how to use one so he let his instinct takeover. Eventually though he was disarmed. The man pinned him to the ground and placed the tip of his sword on his neck. The man peered down at him.

"Who are you and how did you find this place!"

Harry stared defiantly at the man. "I am Oidhche."

The man growled. "You lie! Now tell me the truth!"

Harry glared at the man. "Why should I tell you!"

The man smirked. "Is it not I who holds the fate of your life in my hands? Now tell me what I seek!"

Harry growled in frustration and defeat. "I am Harry."

The man arched a brow. "No last name, Harry?"

Harry growled. "Potter."

The man nodded. "Much better. Now, how did you find this place and enter!"

Harry replied simply. "I followed you."

The man narrowed his eyes and pressed the blade harder into Harry's neck. "I am a master of my art, Mr. Potter. Yet, I did not notice you until you appeared into this room. Now tell me the truth!"

Harry growled. "I did! I am a shadow elemental and I used it to mask my presence from you!"

The man's eyes widened briefly. "Why did you follow me?"

"I was in this corridor when I noticed you coming. I then followed you."

The man's eyes widened. "How did you find this passage!"

Harry furrowed his eyes in thought. "I had just been released from the Infirmary, when I got lost in thought. I just kind of found myself in the passage. Why do you ask?"

The man released Harry and sheathed his sword. "Not many can find this passage on their own, Harry Potter. Only those who are Chosen are permitted to enter."

"Chosen?"

The man sighed. "I will have to explain this to you. Do you know anything about the Silver Clan?"

Harry shook his head. "No."

"The wizarding and muggle worlds know us as a mercenary group. This is not entirely true. We work for a higher being. At the moment Voldemort holds favor with the Great One. We serve Voldemort to an extent, but on the orders of the Great One. If you are to join with us then you must be prepared to work for Voldemort. Do you understand this?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

"Good, but before you are inducted, you need to see the Great One."

"When?"

"There was a reason I came here tonight, Mr. Potter. The Great One is to hold a meeting. You will meet him then. In the meantime you need to wear this cloak. We will keep your identity a secret until the time comes for you to reveal yourself to the Great One."

-End flashback-

Harry looked up when the portrait opened. Ryder stepped in. He looked surprised to see Harry. "What are you doing here, Oidhche?"

"I needed to be alone. This place holds memories."

"I see." He laughed. "I remember finding you. I'm surprised I didn't realize you were a Chosen. You certainly have their qualities."

Harry grinned. "Yeah."

"Your meeting with the Great One was interesting. We all thought he would be angry with you."

Harry blushed. Ryder laughed. "Yet, he seemed to find you quite amusing."

Harry smirked. "Yep! Of course! In fact I still hold favor with him."

"Yeah, but I don't why."

Harry growled. Ryder just laughed.

-Flashback-

Harry sat in the shadows behind Ryder. They were waiting for the Great One. Everyone from the Clan was there, but no one noticed Harry because his abilities. Suddenly a darkness came into the room. A tall man stepped from this darkness. Everyone stood and bowed deeply to the man. This man sat in a chair and the rest followed his example. The Great One spoke. "There is an extra among you tonight."

It was a statement. Ryder stood and stepped forward. He bowed his head and motioned for Harry to come forward. Harry stepped from the shadows he hid in and stood beside Ryder. Many in the room started. The person was a shadow elemental! The only two other people to have this ability were the Great One and one other! Who was this person? The Great One looked amused. "Who have you brought before me, Ryder?"

"This boy identified himself as Oidhche. He followed me here, but found the corridor on his own."

The Great One arched a brow. "Who are you child?"

Harry lowered his hood, but instead of answering he said, "I'm no child."

Many gasped. The boy was talking back to the Great One! Instead of being angry the Great One laughed. "Of course not! No, you are a little warrior. I can see it in you."

-End flashback-

Ryder sighed. "You surprised all of us with your power. You even surprised the Great One!"

Harry grinned. "I'm special."

Ryder nodded. "Yeah." Ryder suddenly laughed. "We pride ourselves on being hard and emotionless. This is an essential on many of our missions. Nevertheless, you managed to worm yourself into our hearts! Even the Great One!"

-Flashback-

Harry stood in front of the Great One. He had been called to see the higher being. "You wanted to see me, my Lord?"

"Yes my little warrior. I am powerful, Oidhche, but not invincible. Even I know this."

"Why do you tell me this, my Lord?"

"Please don't interrupt me Oidhche. As I was saying, I am not invincible. I need an heir. I want you to be my heir, Oidhche. Will you accept this?"

"I will, my Lord. It would be an honor."

"Do not call me that. I am also adopting you. Call me father, dad, or daddy. Though, you may call me Aaron until you are comfortable with calling me father."

"Yes, my…. Aaron."

Aaron laughed. "Take your time."

-End flashback-

-(Next day)-

Harry was standing in the headmaster's office. He was looking around. He pretended to be looking at the different objects, but he was trying to see if he could find the Prophecy. Dumbledore walked in. Harry stood up from looking at some books. "Hello, Headmaster. You wanted to see me?"

Dumbledore nodded. He went and sat at his desk and sighed. "I did not want to do this yet, but the war is upon us. There is a Prophecy."

Mentally Harry was smirking. This was going to be easy. "Really sir? What does it say?"

Dumbledore sighed. "There is a prophecy about you and Voldemort."

Harry started. "Me!"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. This is it here."

Dumbledore opened a desk drawer and took out a piece of parchment. He handed it to Harry. "That is a copy of the original. You may keep that one. You can go."

Harry stood up and left. In the hallway he opened the parchment. He read it.

He then groaned. "The Dark Lord is not going to like this."

"What will the Dark Lord not like?"

Harry whipped around to face Ryder. "Dumbledore gave me a copy of the Prophecy."

"Really? Let me see it."

Ryder read it. "I think your right. We'll give it to the Great One first. He'll decide what to do."

Harry nodded and he grabbed Ryder's arm. He pulled them into the shadows and they reappeared outside of Aaron's door. Harry knocked. There was an 'Enter' and he opened the door. Aaron looked up. "Yes?"

Ryder bowed. Harry walked forward. "I have the Prophecy, father."

"Good. What is it?"

Harry handed his father the parchment. The man read over it. "This is an interesting development."

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