So, second chapter here. I am very surprised by the number of people who choose to read this fic, to favorite it and follow it. Not in a bad way mind you. Thank you !
Anyway, i don't know where i was exactly going with this chapter, but the end is what i wanted. Let's call it Prologue part 2.
Enjoy .

Harry pushed the door to the cupboard , and sat on the bed.
He was a little excited, like for every other book that he had read so far.
He gently brushed the cover and opened the book.
On the first page were written a few sentences .
"This book is for those who want to delve into the dark art that is Necromancy " read Harry.
"It is not for fool who want to play God, nor for those who want to resurrect loved one" continued the boy.
"If you still want to proceed, then turn the page…" he finished.
Harry felt quite nervous for a moment, but then, he remembered than magic was not real, and hastily turned the page.
And he hissed. He cut his finger open with it.
He put it in his mouth and looked at the page.
The blank page.
There was nothing written in the book.
The young boy turned on another page.
Nothing.
Harry frowned. He turned the next, and the next one, and the last.
Blank. That was the word to describe the book.
Harry curiosity, then, turned into fear, remembering that he put blood on one on the page.
Laura was going to kill him.
He went back to the second page.
The blood was still there.
Just as he was going to search for something to clean it, the blood began to slowly disappear from the page.
The red spot began to dissolve into withe.
Suddenly, the book began to shake, and emit a noise. Like whispers.
Harry left the book fall on his bed, and took two steps back.
The book shook even harder, and the whisper slowly turned into screams.
Harry quickly opened his door and ran away. Closing the door behind him, with the lock on.
His breath was hard, he stepped away from the door.
"Boy ? "Asked a voice.
Harry looked in the direction of the voice, and saw his relatives, all seated around the table.
Harry opened his mouth, then the closed it.
"Stop acting like a fish, boy. What is it ? " asked Vernon, annoyed.
Harry stared back at them, then at the door, who was not emitting any noise.
He bowed his head in their direction.
"Not-Nothing Uncle, i think i saw a spider " replied Harry as calm as he could be.
"Then come make dinner boy, I will see your spider problems while you are at it" snorted the big man.
Harry looked one last time at the door, and then walked to the kitchen, while his uncle walked toward the cupoard.
While taking the ingredient, he saw something.
His finger did not have any cut.
Harry stared dumbly at his finger for quite a while.
"There was nothing in your room boy," said Vernon while walking back into the room.
His voice startled Harry. He went back to work.
"It must have been my imagination, uncle" said Harry quickly.
"Yeah, i think it was, boy" mocked Vernon.
"Poor Harry is scared of his own shadow" taunted Dudley.
Harry ignored him, too busy cooking and thinking of the event just before.
"Yeah … just my imagination" whispered Harry.
"What is it boy ? " asked Vernon.
"Nothing uncle" answered back Harry.

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After dinner, Harry walked back to his room, with a lot of apprehension.
He put his hand on the knob and waited for a moment.
"Will you enter or not, boy. You are in the way," said Vernon from next to him.
Harry quickly opened the door, while muttering 'sorry, uncle'.
The book sat innocently on his bed, where he had left it.
Harry took a deep breath, and tentatively touched the book.
Nothing happened.
He released his breath, and sat on the bed.
He brushed the cover once again.
The book, who was dusty when he first took hit of the shelve, was now practically glowing.
Harry opened the first page. But nothing was written, not even the advertizing that was here before.
Harry flipped throughout most of the book, but it was still blank.
"I'm going mad" whispered the black haired boy.
He put the book on the little cabinet next to his bed and closed his eyes.
"Harryyyyyyyy" whispered a voice .
He opened his eyes right away.
He was still in his room.
"Harry ? " the voice became clearer. It was a woman's voice.
Harry got up and slowly approached the door.
He put his hand on the knob. He was hearing voices from the other side, it seemed like laughter. Joyous laughter.
He turned the knob and opened the door.
The light blinded him for a moment.
When he could see again, he was breathless.
Before him, was a great green plain, with a big tree and a lake.
Under the three, in the shadow, was a man, and a woman.
The woman has fiery red hair, while the man has a mess of dark hair.
He couldn't see their faces.
With them, he could see a child, no older than him.
He couldn't see his, or her, face, he couldn't even see his features.
They were all looking at Harry, and he could imagine them smiling.
"Father ? Mother ? " he asked hopefully.
"Harry ! Come join us ! "a male voice cried again.
Tentatively, Harry set a foot in the grass. The wind blew on his face.
A reached his hand.
Something fell on his shoulder, holding him in place.
The wind became cold, the sky turned black, his parents disappeared and the lake froze.
The breath that he made created light fog in front of him.
A shiver ran down his spine, as he slowly turned his head.
His gaze fell on the bone like hand that sat on his shoulder.
Suddenly, the hand gripped hard on his shoulder, and forced Harry to completely turn .
Fear began to take his entire body, as he stared back at a skull, black holes boring into his very soul.
"We… are going to have so much fun, my child" was the distorted voice that came from it.
Harry screamed.
He shot up from his bed .
"Boy ! What is it ! " roared his uncle as his heavy footing walked down the stair.
Harry looked around him, he was back in his room. Nothing as changed.
He was vaguely aware that his uncle opened the door and began to lecture him, as his eyes were locked on the crimson book, that seemed to be even more brighter than yesterday.
"Do you understand what i said boy ? "finished his uncle .
Harry looked at him, and bowed his head.
"Yes, uncle, it will not happened again" he said apologicaly
He needed to give the book back.

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Harry ran to the library, the school day as been to long, and the book in his backpack made it even longer.
He pushed the door and walked stray to the counter.
When he saw Laura, he relaxed a little.
"Hello Laura, i'm here to give the book back," said Harry as he reached inside his backpack.
Laura frowned.
"You didn't pick a book yesterday Harry. You didn't even come yesterday," she said .
Harry stopped cold.
"You know Harry, i was really worried that something happened to -"
Harry took out the book and slammed it on the counter.
" No ! I came here yesterday ! I took this book ! You even said that you had never seen it ! " interrupted Harry with panick
"Calm down Harry ! You didn't come here yesterday ! "continued Laura while raising her voice a little.
Harry took a step back.
"No… no,no,no,no"whispered the boy.
And he ran off.
He heard Laura yell something, maybe for him to come back.
But he ignored her. He ran. He needed to get away very fast. To never see this book again.
After running for what seemed hours, he stopped, and panted.
It was done. Now he only needed to go back home, like nothing happened.
Or not.
He relaxed his muscle. And something felt.
Harry gulped, and looked down.
There, on the floor, was the book.
Harry took it while shaking.
"I did not take you. I remember leaving you there. You can't be here, you can't ! "he yelled while throwing the book.
When he saw the book fell in the forest, he calmed down, and took his way home.
He made two steps, before looking back.
There was nothing.
"Young man ? "said a voice.
Harry turned quickly.
He faced a man, an old man, who had a walking cane.
Harry recognised him, he was one of the neighbour.
"Yes, mister Connors ? "asked Harry, already calmer.
Mr. Connor took his hand from behind his back and showed it to Harry.
He paled.
"I was walking in the forest, and this fall before me. It wouldn't happened to be your's ? " said the aged man, presenting the book.
Harry shakily took the book, for the second time.
"You should take better care of your belonging, young man," continued the old man while walking away.
Harry stayed like that for a few minutes, just looking at the book.
"I need to destroy it…" he concluded with newfound conviction.
He walked the last meters home, and opened the door with the key that was in the flower pot.
His relatives were not here this afternoon, they were at one of Vernon's co-worker place.
He walked stray to the fireplace and started a fire.
When it was quite advanced, he took out the book.
He looked at it one more time, and threw it into the fire.
He watched the flames slowly creeping on it, eating the thing.
Then, the fire began to grow, very fast, and very big.
Harry took a step back fearfully, as the fire turned pale blue.
And then, at fast as it came, the fire died out.
If not for some of the last ember producing some noise, it would have been silent.
Harry walked to the fireplace and looked in it.
There was the book, bright as ever, but it was open to a page.
Harry gently took the book , and placed it on the table.
Before his very eyes, letter began to appear on the page.
'Hello, my child, what is your name ?'

So here we are. This chapter was mainly to prove harry that magic was real, and to make you remember that Necromancy is still 'dark' magic.
Because, i don't know about you, but a big man bursting into my home sprouting things about magic don't exactly put me in trust, or make me believe him.
Next we are going to see what IS a Necromancer, what you can do and what you require to become one.
Next chapters are going to be longer too, now that evrything about how he came across this book is in place

So, hope you enjoyed, and good day to you.