Chapter 2

Realisation and Confirmation.

OK, I would like to point out before we start this chapter that Harry Potter will NOT be an elderly man and will be somewhere roughly in his early 20s. The reason for this is in the future I plan for some time travel chapter's to pop up soon.

The feeling of travelling through the swamp like thickness of darkness felt rather…familiar. Harry had never really enjoyed any type of transportation from the vile events of being crushed by the lard of his cousin Dudley and barking from his Aunt and Uncle in the car trips to Apparition and Portkeys in the Magical World.

But this felt amazing the darkness around him gave him a feeling of secureness and warmth was giving him the greatest sensations of bliss and relaxation.

When had he felt this feeling before…

Slowly but surely the feeling of secureness had started to realise him, the tendrils of darkness became to uncoil from him allowing the rush of mobility again, Harry almost pounced back at the darkness again to feel that jubilation in his bones once more. Until he realised that the mysterious darkness had simply reached its unknown destination.

In front t of Harry was a vast and never-ending horizon of light orange sky littered with numerous floating rocks that floated around him. There didn't seem to be any sky with no change in colour the only sound that resonated was the occasional crack of large boulder smashing into one another before being reduced to nothingness.

Harry Potter was absolutely baffled by where he was. Where in the world had that strange darkness taken him to, why had it taken him here or an even better question WHERE was here. Looking at the ground it seemed he had been standing on the largest boulder in the group giving him enough space to look over the edge. Like the "sky" its counterpart seemed to mirror one another being the seemingly endless pit.

Harry started to think of the reasons that he was here. Whatever that darkness was it had not been his own magic and defiantly had not been accidental. His magical core would have given any type of warning and there is the matter of his injuries on Baker Street.

Wait.

He lifted up the tatters of his wizarding cloak and his green eyes became seeming in a haze of confusion, all his scars from the Aurous were healed. The only fragments of proof were the tiny scars where the spells had struck. Reviewing the course of actions afterwards the chances were it was the darkness that had healed him, that sense of security and warmth must have healed him.

"You seem to have a great affinity towards the darkness my child…it is a skill to be proud of from somebody of your lineage…" rasped out a familiar voice.

Harry twirled about his field of vision scoping out every angle his eyes could perceive while his hand automatically went to his wand when he grasped nothing but air he slowly remembered that it had been destroyed by those bastard Wizards.

"Please my son there is no need to be vigilant around me, allow me to introduce myself…" said the lovingly while within seconds the air in front of Harry seem to distort and be corroded the something similar like smoke erected from the ground taking the form of a snake…

No, it wasn't a snake…it was a dragon.

The Dragon in front of him seemed to have a vapour form most of its body was similar to that of a snake but had rougher scales and rougher edges similar to the Hungarian Horntail he faced in his fourth year. The face of the spirit is was truly had him focused the scales shifted giving him 3 large scales on each side of his jawline, its eyes shone a strong ruby red, unlike Voldemort these eyes seemed to be welcoming with what almost looked like…sadness.

"Wh-Who are you" stuttered Harry while slowly stepping backwards being wary of not stepping over the edge. The creature in front of him seemed to resemble something of devastation and shock because of Harry's actions. Even though Harry had never met this creature before he felt so sad while regretting his actions…but why.

"I must admit young one…when you would see me I thought that you might recognise me or even give any indication of my appearance…however you were so little when we were the last face to face barely even a hatchling" the spirit seemed to emit a sound that was close to a soft chuckle.

It was then Harry had become incredibly confused at least more than he was already, what did he mean when he was little, had this thing been in contact with him when he was a child. Deciding to take the initiative Harry took a few small steps forward seemingly eliciting joy from the creature.

"I'm really sorry that I seemed to upset you its just you startled me a little that's all. My names Harry, Harry Potter is a Wizard, may I ask your name" asked Harry timidly, after all starting with introductions was the basic step to getting to know one another, plus if this creature might be hostile he would be slaughtered alive without his wand and the fact he had never seen a creature like this before was a great problem. Even if it might be a ghost he still remembered the number of pranks and hassle Peeves the Poltergeist had given them over the years.

The creature seemed to blink its big crimson eyes at Harry and start at him for a few seconds before its non-existent jaw cracked into a fang style smile.

"Ah, finally I have an opportunity to have a civilised conversation with somebody very well… I am one of the great Demon Sorceress the Master of Fire Shendu, keeper of the 12 Talismans and once great Emperor of China…It is finally amazing to meet you face to face young Harry Potter…my Heir and son." cackled Shendu as he had started to float around Harry in a happy tirade until he noticed that he was stuck in the same spot.

Harry started at Shendu for a majority of 10 seconds before his face became the persona of bewilderment. Had this "Shendu" seriously just said that he was his Heir and son. How did that make any sense to him his father was James Potter his black messy hair and flying skills proved that much.

"I think…you may have made a mistake Shendu. My father's name is called James Potter and my mother's name is Lily Potter they both died on the date of October 31st on 1981 they were murdered by Lord Voldemort, " said Harry calmly although his voice betrayed him with cracks of sadness.

Shendu looked at the boy in front of him before his eyes narrowed into deathly slits before a powerful torrent of flames was released into the air incinerating the collision of rock unfortunate enough to cross the inferno's path. Harry stepped back again, where had all this rage come from was Shendu angry with him because of what he had said, why would it was the truth everybody knew his parents they had been complimenting him on his close lookalike to him for years.

"THOSE BASTARDS…HOW DARE…HOW DARE THEY KEEP MY MEMORY FROM YOU, YOUR LINEAGE OF OUR PROUD RACE." Snarled Shendu while attempting to break apart a rock with his tail, unfortunately, all it accomplished was for it to pass harmlessly though as the rock continued its ghostly journey into the never-ending horizon.

A tiny shard of realisation came upon Harry while half listening to Shendu, could Shendu possibly be…telling the truth. How many people in the wizarding world had lied, manipulated, or victimised him over the years while being there?

Dumbledore had been lying to him for years with his irritating half trues cryptic answers. He had falsely promised to teach and train Harry to face Voldemort while simply leaning back watching memories of the past. He had known the WHOLE TIME he had been a Horcrux of Voldemort from the start. Forcing him to return back to the Dursleys and keeping him in the dark about the activities of Voldemort.

Apart from the twins the Weasleys had done nothing but manipulate and use him for his status and money. He had realised a few months ago that a marriage contract had been made for him and Ginny which had been falsely forged and signed by Albus Dumbledore

Hogwarts teachers had ignored him and had practically bowed to the words and Dumbledore as though they were fabled to be law. Every year after every single near-death experience he had been forced to go at it alone every year. Following the culprit after the Philosophers Stone, saving Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, even the time he tried to claim the innocence of his godfather Sirius Black they had simply turned their backs on him and walked away. The only reward he was award was a few measly House Points (whoop de fucking do I survived a full grown troll at 11 and I get 10 points.)

All the while he was mentally ranting Shendu had apparently been gazing at him with interest, giving off subtle hints of amusements in his eyes.

"It would seem that you and I have MUCH to be discussed young one…the contents of my history and my existence are going to take some time for me to explain but I assure you I will reveal the untold truth". Shendu said sincerely although one could still trace the lingering rage still burning behind it.

Harry Potter was about to be told the truth to his true lineage by his supposedly claimed Demon Sorcerer of a father…and he embraced it with open arms.

And this folk will be the beginning of greatness to come, I'm sorry if the updates are coming in slow I've been busy recently with work and exams at college. If you have any ideas for the next story they are welcome, I will be making Harry be introduced to the rest of his demon family members.

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JUDGE