AN: Pairings I am considering:

Harry/Blaise (female)

Harry/Tonks

Harry/Harem of HOT female werewolves and vampires (wish I had one of those!)

Strange Pairings:

Harry/Molly

Harry/Minerva

Harry/Narcissa

What else?

Chapter 4 – Knockturne City

Harry ran.

He tore down the hallway at breakneck speed, ignoring the doors to the side. Harry simply ran as fast as he could with the wand gripped tightly in his hand. He soon came to a stop in front of an oblong door. He could see the light flowing into the dim hallway from the edges of the door. That meant the door led to the outside world, and out of here!

Harry panted for air, snarling in self disgust as he thought about how weak he was.. He was suffering from magical exhaustion, and the magic he did to decapitate the werewolves didn't help any. He used to be much more powerful, back when he was in sixth year searching for horocruxes and battling death eaters. I have grown complacent, he thought grimly. I need to get back into shape.

With that thought firmly edged into his mind, he opened the door and walked outside. Looking around he noticed he was in a deserted area of Knockturne Alley. It looked to be mid-afternoon by the way the sun was shining. Harry continued to walk onwards. This place is like a labyrinth, Harry thought in frustration.

Soon he reached the main pathway of the alley where the sides of the path were filled with shops of various kind. He observed them in fascination. Each and every shop looked sinister in it's own right, but Harry suddenly realized he couldn't read the signs. Hesitantly he lifted his hand to his eyes, and drew back in shock. No glasses. No wonder he wasn't behaving in top shape, he could barely see!

Harry immediately sought out an optometrist. He had never been to a wizarding eye doctor before, he didn't even know if they had such a thing. After asking directions from the various passer-bys in the bustling crowd he came to a shop with a large eyeball drawn on the front window. Harry walked in.

He had walked into a dingy little shithole, it's walls were covered with dried dirt and mud stains. Boxes filled the room, and Harry had to push past the clutter before he reached a door. He opened the door, and entered an even smaller room. It was furnished with a desk and a chair, and sitting on the chair was none other than Master Kasmire.

"Harry, I see you have come to the main entrance of the base. Welcome back, future leader." Kasmire said, amused.

"This is just shit! I don't want to be some leader of those freaks. I just want to go home, and that's exactly what I will do!" Harry turned, and opened the door, only to find it locked. He looked back into the deep red eyes of Kasmire, and wondered what his face looked like, masked under those numerous charms.

"You cannot leave, Potter. If you do you will break every tradition sacred to the creatures of Knocturne Alley." Kasmire waved his hand and conjured a chair. "Sit down, Harry, we have much to talk about." He said in a quiet voice.

"Okay, who are you?" Harry asked as he reluctantly sat down. "What do you want from me?"

"I am Kasmire, and I want you to become stronger so you can bring Knocturne Alley back to greatness."

"Who the hell is Kasmire?" Harry growled in annoyance.

Kasmire ignored the question. "Knocturne Alley used to be a city, filled with forbidden magic and allure. Everyone who lived there was happy, but when Grindelwauld came to power, he sought to control the wild city and killed the blindly trusting leader of the time." He sighed. "Would you like a drink Harry?"

Harry shook his head, he would be a fool to let Kasmire/Voldemort poison him.

Kasmire snapped his fingers conjuring a bottle of meska, the finest wizarding drink in the world. Rich, Harry thought. Maybe being a leader might not be so bad.

"When Voldemort came to power, he sent Greyback to lead Knocturne Alley. He did not want the obligations that go with the position of Leader."

"Erm… what! Fuck this! Open the door right now. I am leaving this hellhole."

"No. You are not listening, Harry." Kasmire sighed, and snapped his fingers. A pensieve was conjured on the desk. "Perhaps I should show you what happened."

"How about we make a deal. I will play along, and see what you want to show me. Then I will leave," Harry said. "How about it?"

"Deal." Kasmire said eventually. He took out his black wand, and put the tip to his head, removing an enormous silvery strand of magic. He placed it in the empty bowl, and gestured to Harry. "Do you know what to do?" Harry nodded.

Kasmire took out a bony hand from his robe, and Harry reluctantly grabbed it. Together they 'jumped' into the pensieve. Harry placed his trust in a total stranger who could be Voldemort in disguise, and ventured into the unknown world.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around the tropical rainforest.

"We are going to witness the birth of a lord." Kasmire replied. "Lord Voldemort, to be exact."

Suddenly Harry heard some rustlings in the bushes, and saw a young man dressed in a green military uniform, camouflaged. Tom Riddle! Harry immediately thought. What is he doing wearing a muggle outfit?

As if hearing his thoughts, Kasmire answered Harry's unspoken question. "When Riddle left Hogwarts, he had no money to his name. Back then, most wizards wouldn't hire muggle-borns, so Riddle joined the muggle army to learn discipline. "

"What is he doing here, though? And where are we really?"

"We are in the Nigerian rainforest, in Africa. Tom Riddle is on his way to find Grindelwauld, to train himself in the dark arts."

"Who would have thought, Voldemort in the army…"

"Shh. Be quiet or you might miss something." Kasmire said, pointing to the undergrowth where Riddle was heading.

"What-"

"Shh!"

"Ah I see you have arrived, Mr. Riddle." A tall man dressed in a garb similar to that of Kasmire appeared next to Riddle, surprising him.

"Yes, my lord Grindelwauld. I have traveled a great length to join you in your glorious quests." Riddle kneeled on the grass. To his surprise, Grindelwauld just laughed.

"What flowery language you possess, Riddle. But that doesn't mean shit if you are useless! I don't take just any followers, you know. My army, while small, is made up of only the best."

"My lord, I am the best!" Riddle said in a firm voice.

"Oh really… you think too highly of yourself. I have a challenge for you, if you can defeat my most loyal follower, Kasmire, then I will allow you to join us. Temporarily, of course."

Harry gasped and looked at the man who brought him here. "You worked for Grindelwauld?" He asked, shocked.

"I will explain later, just watch." Kasmire turned back to watching the unfolding scene.

"Very well, where is he? And where do we duel?" Riddle asked.

"Do you really think it is just that easy? You have to earn the right of fighting Kasmire, and you have to wait in line of course. There are thousands willing to join me, just like you."

Riddle's face crumpled into despair, then fierce rage. "I traveled a million miles, all the way to this vile and repulsive place just to join you, and yet you sprout some shit about lines!"

Grindelwauld lost his look of amusement, his face turned cold like a statue. He sneered at Riddle, and said, "You seem so arrogant. You need to be taken down a peg or two, but I will not do it for you. You will do it to yourself when you fail in everything you set out on, now get out of here!"

Riddle took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. "What do I need to do to fight Kasmire?" He asked after a minute.

"You need to wait in line, simple as that."

"What if I do not want to wait in line, is there a better way?"

"Yes there is in fact." Grindelwauld smirked, "You can chose to leave."

Riddle's face once again contorted into fury, "Fuck you. I will show you, Dumbledore didn't let me join his bloody Order of the Pheonix, and you won't let me join your band of stupid mutts. I will become powerful on my own, I will do this by myself!"

Before Grindelwauld could react and show the upstart a thing or two, Riddle apparrated out.

The last thing Harry saw before his vision blurred was Grindelwauld walking away.

"Where are we now, Kasmire?" Harry growled. "I hope this ends soon."

"We are in Knocturne Alley, and this is when Grindelwauld takes over the great city." Kasmire said. "Look around Harry."

Harry looked.

Wow! This place is… Knocturne Alley was not dark and gloomy like Harry thought it would be, instead it was vibrant and full of life. The walls were not covered with graffiti, they were made of marble, silver, and filled with decorative stones.

The people did not beg, yet it looked to be a sophisticated kind of bazaar. People from all sorts of life walked around, buying, haggling, and having the time of their life. It was not exactly a city full of rich folks, but the place had a lot of people.

"How is Knocturne Alley so-"

"Wonderful? Excellent? Fantastic?" Kasmire seemed amused. "It was always this way, before Grindelwauld came into play."

Kasmire started walking away and Harry followed.

"Here we are, the best pub in London!" Kasmire exclaimed. Harry looked up and realized this was the pub where he beat Greyback to death.

"So Grindelwauld is here?" Harry asked incredulously. "Why would some urber dark lord be hanging out in a bar?"

"Ah, you see Grindelwauld was not like a stereotypical dark lord. He always wanted to have fun with his life. Imagine a dark Dumbledore. That would be Grindelwauld." Kasmire said hesitating for the briefest moment.

"So you mean… So the-"

"I know all of this is a bit hard to take into all at once, but just relax and go with the flow." Kasmire said delicately, and entered the bar while gesturing Harry to follow him.

"Look, I don't give a fuck if Grindelwauld was a lemon drop loving, dope smoking, homicidal son of a bitch. I just want to get out of here, so how much longer?"

"Grindelwauld was all that and more." Kasmire smirked at Harry's shocked look.

"He smoked dope?"

"Look, just bear with me here. I am trying to convince you to become a leader, so just stay quiet."

"You sure suck at your job then." Harry muttered.

"See the group of wizards over there, that's Grindelwauld and his band of followers." Kasmire pointed to a few wizards sitting on stools and drinking. They were the only ones inside the pub, and were as quiet as spiders. The bartender, a fat greasy man, looked unhappy and afraid. He did not enjoy the company of these people.

"There are only five of them. Is that it?" Harry found it strange that they were all wearing black robes, with disillusioned faces. Their outfit did not inspire fear, rather they inspired indifference. Five people who love their privacy, that's all.

"Grindelwauld only took the best after all, so yes that was it. He could have won if he wasn't so picky…"

"Are you with them, Kasmire?" asked Harry. He had a speculative look on his face, something that Kasmire did not find particularly inviting.

"Yes." Kasmire said eventually, but did not elaborate.

"How does Grindelwauld pick out his followers anyway?"

"That's the genious of Grindelwauld. When he only extended invitations to the very best, thousands wanted to be in Grindelwauld's circle. Before he commited his heinious acts against humanity, he offered a challenge of sorts."

"What was the challenge?"

"You had to pass a series of nearly impossible tests, and only those who completed all of them to perfection were invited to join him. He would refuse anyone who didn't pass the test, no matter how close to the goal they were."

"But what's the point in that? How could he build an army to take control with so few numbers?" Harry thought Grindelwauld's plan was ridiculous.

"So did the ministry," Kasmir said. Now Harry was sure Kasmire could read his mind. "That is why they didn't go after him."

"So, did he actually accomplish anything great with five men?"

"Two of them were women, Harry. Never underestimate women, they are vicious bloodsuckers…" Kasmire shuddered. Harry was interested to know what kind of a woman could make the great Kasmire cower in fear. "Remember the old saying, quality over quantity? Well, that's exactly what Grindelwauld's plan followed. His band of warriors were so powerful together, nobody could stop him. Everybody ran in fear at the sight of them…"

"So how does Grindelwauld take control over this place?"

"You have two eyes and one mouth for a reason, you know…"

Harry glared at him, before turning his attention to Grindelwauld. He moved closer to hear what they were whispering.

"So here's the plan, when the bloody vampire and his hooligans come in here, you guys take him out. Leave the big boss dude for me, ok?"

Harry was genuinely surprised at his surfer slang talk. Who would figure the dark lord to talk like that…

"His speech patterns were also done with the skill of a genius, he made people comfortable around him. He made people feel safe, and invincible. That is another reason people from all over the world flocked over to him." Kasmire whispered in Harry's ear.

"Why are you telling me all of this? I don't-"

"Because you will need it one day, when you step up to take your place."

"OK, boss." One of them said. "Whatever you say."

The bartender didn't seem to notice they were conspiring against the ruler of the city, or he just didn't care. Harry decided it was some kind of spell from Grindelwauld to keep snoopers out of their conversation.

A few minutes went by where the five men plus their boss a.k.a Grindelwauld reverted back to silence.

Then the door banged open.

Then the Vampires came in.

Then the fight started.

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