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Chapter 1. Memories

A young man was standing near a red-skinned creature with tendrils on its face. The creature had a most peculiar weapon – it looked like a mace, but was still somewhat different. The most shocking traits of the being were not tendrils though, it was eyes, angry orange in color, swirling pools of malice. It's horns completed the image of a predator, inherently evil being. Harry shuddered as he watched the scene unfold before him.

The young man, though, seemed not all that bothered by the being before him. In fact, it looked like the pair was talking, or the being was teaching something the young man – Tenebrae – Harry remembered. How did he know this name?

Marka Ragnos, arguably the greatest Dark Lord of the Sith, was standing before Tenebrae and was giving the young man advice. What? How did Harry know this? – Oh, right, the previous dreams.

The scene suddenly changed. Tenebrae was standing in some sort of throne room. In front of him stood another red-skinned being – a sith pureblood – Harry somehow knew. Moreover, it was Tenebrae's father, Lord Dramath, ruler of Medriaas, who wouldn't acknowledge his son. Harry felt anger tighten his veins, stiffen his muscles.

Next thing Harry knew, there was a lot of blood all around him. He looked at Tenebrae. The young man stood in front of the corpse of his father with a smile that showed off his canines. He took a small pyramid made of metal and some other material Harry didn't know. The pyramid glowed, and silky violet mist rose from Dramath's body and was consumed by the artifact. Harry shuddered from the feeling of satisfaction that emanated from Tenebrae like heat from a bonfire. The young sith had just imprisoned his father's soul in a holocron to torment him for all eternity, for that is how long Tenebrae intended to live.

xxx

Harry woke up with a jolt. It was dark outside, though the horizon was slowly turning pink. He panted like he had run a marathon. It was another one of his strange dreams. He had been seeing them for his entire life, which was, admittedly, rather short, just thirteen years.

In every dream Harry would learn something new about this strange young man, Tenebrae, a bastard son of Lord Dramath, who lived on a planet Medriaas. In the very beginning it was an unhappy childhood, though unlike Harry, Tenebrae fought back and defeated every obstacle in his way. That's how he became a powerful sith.

At first Harry thought these dreams were hallucinations or just his mind demanding some mental help, but then he understood. Approximately at the age of six Harry understood that his dreams were not really dreams, they were far too organized and coherent to be mere fantasies. Every night he was seeing memories. Every night was seeing memories of a young sith Tenebrae.

When he learned of Tenebrae's family, Harry was appalled. Tenebrae lived on a farm with his mother and supposed father. When the boy started developing strong connection to the force, his father started questioning his origins and began abusing both Tenebrae and his mother. Not long after Tenebrae had his vengeance. He killed his father and then tortured his mother before killing her as well.

Harry tried to feel repulsed or angered by this, but he couldn't. Every time he thought about that moment he felt rage, Tenebrae's rage and frustration. That made him feel frightened. That made him ask questions and the most prominent of them still stood unanswered.

"Where does he end and I begin?" Harry murmured for he no longer new which time. That was indeed frightening; Harry didn't know where his personality began and Tenebrae's ended.

Tenebrae was powerful, but that wasn't the most important thing about the young sith. Oh no, Tenebrae's main advantage wasn't power, though he had much of it, the young sith's greatest power was his cunning and ruthlessness. That's why Harry asked the sorting hat to not sort him into Slytherin – it would make the already ghost-like border between him and Tenebrae all the more transparent. And Harry didn't want to become like Tenebrae – he kept telling himself that every morning, hoping to start believing it.

Harry stood up and got dressed. He put a wand holster with his wand on his wrist. That was one thing he and Tenebrae agreed upon – one must have his weapon near at all times.

"Liar." treacherous voice spoke in the back of Harry's mind. It still belonged to Harry, but was somewhat heavier, more oppressive.

Harry sighed. He couldn't argue with that statement. He agreed with Tenebrae on a number of things, one of them being that an underestimated man was far more dangerous than a Dark Lord of the Sith. That's why Harry, despite studying far ahead of his year mates always made sure to hide his progress from everyone, always passing exams with subpar results. That made people trust him, made them less wary around him – all the less chances they realize how much of a freak he was (after all, hearing voices wasn't normal, especially when they belonged to a powerful twisted being from another planet). He shook his head. "I am not like him." Harry thought for a millionth time. After a second disappointment washed over him – he couldn't believe himself again.

He was soon going to be thirteen. In fact, his birthday was tomorrow, meaning only two days before he leaves his pathetic relatives, who didn't deserve to even look at him. Wait, where did this come from? This phrase was from Tenebrae's vocabulary, not Harry's. Again the boy's shoulders dropped with disappointment; that still didn't sound like truth. With a sigh, he went down to prepare breakfast.

xxx

Dursleys were sitting at the table, wolfing down the food (traditional English breakfast) Harry cooked. The boy himself was standing modestly in the kitchen, eating his meager breakfast, consisting of cheapest cereal and half a glass of orange juice.

"Boy!" Vernon called him. Harry sighed. This piece of lard wanted something again. He walked over to the table. His uncle was finishing his glass juice.

"Finally, you lazy loafer." Vernon grumbled as Harry stood before him. "You are to mow the lawn and trim the bushes today. Then you are to clean the house and get to your room until the evening, when you will be cooking supper. And no funny business."

Harry wanted to send his uncle to the wall and give him a good dose of sith lightning, so the foolish peasant understood how he was to talk to his betters. He sighed again. It was Tenebrae again. He has been acting more like the young sith lately. And he didn't like it – Harry repeated that again, for the hundredth time this week. Just like before this sounded false.

Vernon noticed his nephew sighing and glared at him.

"Are you dissatisfied, boy?" he hissed slowly, purple slowly crawling upon his face.

"No, sir, I'm sorry." Harry hastily reassured Vernon, before things got out of hand and he was locked in his room without food again. "It's just hot here." Vernon still glared at him.

"No lunch for you today, boy." he growled. "And you better work hard and finish all the chores by the time I arrive, or you can tell this freakish permission to visit that freakish village of your goodbye. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir." Harry looked down. Inside rage was shaking all his being, he was sure his eyes just turned orange again. He hoped his uncle didn't see it. Harry berated himself for telling Vernon about the permission slip in the beginning of the summer, as opposed to later. He gave the swine too much leverage over himself. This time Harry didn't bother correct himself.

"Good." Vernon grunted. "Now do the dishes and get to work. I will not tolerate your laziness in my house."

"Yes, sir." Harry hastily did as he was told. No need to give his pathetic uncle any reasons to deprive him of supper as well.

That was a source of endless frustration to Harry. He knew how to perform all the deeds Tenebrae had learned by the time he defeated his father. But he was afraid of using it. All these techniques required hatred, rage and other dark emotions to power them. He sighed again and went to get the garden in order, God knows Petunia was a terrible gardener, and cook, and human in general.

xxx

It was in the middle of mowing the lawn that Harry was addressed by a tall woman. She looked ice-cold, even in this hot summer afternoon, when the pavement became a frying pan. Her drilling gaze was leveled at him.

"May I help you?" Harry asked, tired of the staring.

"Yes." came a simple reply. The voice sounded out of place, somehow. "Your brain activity is remarkable."

"Thank you, I suppose…" Harry replied shifting his weight from one leg to another. He was shocked when the next moment the woman melted away, leaving behind a robot.

"I would like you to come with me." the robot said. "I have a mutually beneficial proposal to you."

"What?" Harry blinked like a startled owl. His mind, however, was racing. That robot, no, droid, would not look out of place in Tenebrae's world. "And why would I do that?"

"I have a beneficial proposal for you." the droid repeated herself. "I can give you unlimited power, enough to conquer the entire Galaxy."

Harry was non-pulsed. Or at least that was what he told himself. He couldn't deny a sudden urge in the back of his mind to interrogate the droid on the topic of power.

"So what?" he asked, ignoring the urge.

"Don't you want the power to conquer the stars?" the droid asked, apparently surprised. "Then how about knowledge? Information, that is gathered in the place I want you to follow me to, is enough to keep a research center occupied for a thousand years."

Well, that was even more tempting. After all, knowledge was even more power. NO! Harry shouted in his mind.

"I'm sorry." he shook his head before he lost his resolve. "But I am not interested."

The droid kept staring at Harry for good ten seconds before nodding and producing some strange rectangular device, that would fit in a human's palm.

"This is a communication device." the droid said. "Should you change your mind, press the only button on it and I will respond." It gave the device to Harry and, reassuming her disguise, walked away.

Harry watched the retreating figure of his guest, communication device grasped firmly in his hand, until Perunia's shrill broke him out of his musings.

"What are you standing there?!" she shouted. "Get to work!"

Harry sighed again and continued mowing the lawn. How he hated everything that had to do with the soil.

I have changed Tenebrae's chilhood a little, just so it would suit the plot. If you don't know Vitiate's orignial story, but want to learn it... Well, Google is your best bet.

On another note, don't worry about Icy Heart, it is being written. I am currently waiting for the beta to look through the third chapter.