A Shadowed Life

by Lelu Kitakaze

Harry reflects on past events in his life. A new revelation and chaos ensues, as Harry's world is turned inside out and upside down he is forced to go on the run. Where will he go, who will he turn too, and how will he proceed? Rated M (or MA), Light Harry turns Dark, HPxV/TR, "Not copy to another site" MORE WARNINGS INSIDE READ! Remember not everyone Reacts the same way.

10. Boiling Brew

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x.x Here is another installment of A Shadowed Life

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Things in the story you might want to know.

"Talking/ spells"

'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'

-Parseltongue-

.:Spells:.

Chapter Ten- Boiling Brew

The following day Harry woke to the stillness of the mansion, his eyes lazily starring blearily his eyes trying to focus as he sat up, only to realize the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. Surprised that he awoke so early he wondered what had caused him to waken like he did. He hadn't awoken that early before since being at the Dursleys' house. It was during his light mental musings that he realized a magical pressure he hadn't noticed upon first waking up. His head snapped up and over to the wall that was between his bed and the door.

Standing there was none other than Voldemort. Startled he was suddenly brought back to the time he'd woken to Nagini staring at him as he slept. Unbidden Harry started to blush before ducking his head. Long strands of dark obsidian obscured his features from view, and Harry could hear the older male chuckle before moving from the wall to the edge of his bed. He felt the edge dip and long firm, yet gentle fingers touch stroke alone the side of his face, before curling under his chin to lift Harry's face from its downturned position. Forcing, Harry, to look up from the position to keep him from hiding the blush that dusted his cheeks.

"Why, the blush Harry?" Voldemort teased him softly.

"Because you were watching me sleep, and it reminded me of what Nagini often did," He said softly.

Amusement danced in Voldemort's eyes, "Ah, but she usually does not do so unless I request it of her. You have such an angelic face when you sleep and it is quite soothing to watch."

Those words made the blush intensify along Harry's features and he found himself unable to pull away from the hand that held him in place. Instead he took to closing his eyes, which had Voldemort laughing lightly at his embarrassed, little dragon. He felt the older man's thumb stroke along his jaw before it ghosted over Harry's lips causing him to shiver slightly at the touch. Vivid green eyes opened to look up into crimson blood colored eyes. A thoughtful look had over taken the darks lord's features as he looked down into Harry's eyes. Harry's thoughts wandered a bit as the pad of the dark lord's thumb ghosted lightly over his lower lip.

He wondered what it would be like to kiss the dark lord. To have the man dominate him, in every way and he found his dragon side shivering with arousal at the thought of it all. It had startled him that he felt that way about the man who, had by all accounts, had been trying to kill him most of his life. Yet, he could not seem to fault the man in the least. He had no anger, no emotions that even pointed to the fact that he should hate him. Instead there was a light flutter within his chest as he looked at the man before him.

Unconsciously Harry started to lean into the man's touch, wanting to be closer to the one who seemed to care about him like no other. Voldemort chuckled, slightly snapping Harry out of his thoughts, Avada Kedavra eyes widened and he pulled away from the touch, before his eyes narrowed at the dark lord. A darker blush running over his features at his own thoughts about came back down from where they'd been. He had to admit that he felt embarrassed, that his thoughts had gone that way about the older male.

"I wonder what is running through that pretty little head of yours to cause such a reaction," He mused.

"I-it's nothing," Harry mumbled.

"Indeed, if you say so," He smirked at Harry as he watched him struggle to look him in the eyes again.

The older male rose once more and left without another word. For a moment there when the other male had been holding his face the way he was, he'd thought he would kiss him. He shook his head at the thought completely disregarding it. 'Who would want a scrawny freak like me anyways…'Harry's thoughts turned against him. They seemed to be doing that quite a lot as of late, and he couldn't help but feel dejected a bit by the.

He berated himself for even think anyone could be interested in him, because he was used and damaged goods. Harry pinched his eyes closed and cursed the Dursleys' for ruining him, and taking any chance he had of finding love from him. He curse Dumbledore for allowing everything to happen, and he cursed the one who made the, prophesy about him. Pained eyes blinked open as he slid off the bed to get dressed for the day. The time alone gave him the time he needed to create a mask to hide his pain.

He'd gotten used to doing this, hiding his pain was something he was taking on quite naturally since he didn't want the Malfoys' to worry needlessly over him. They did enough of that after the revealed his past to them. Taking a deep breath Harry left the confines of his room to walk down the hall to where all the magical signatures were. Having been the one who created the wards to the house, they would always obey him. Regardless on if the head of the house didn't key him in or not. In truth the magic had been made by him and would always accept him.

He smirked in thought over the many place he'd placed wards at, after the first of December had gone past. He frowned a bit though when he realized Snape had also been at one of those meetings. He'd forced himself to converse with the man, not trusting him in the least. The dark haired professor was nosey as well, trying to wring information out of him. Lucky for him he was interrupted so he could work on the ward. Though, it was unlucky for him that Lucius had showed up with Narcissa who didn't pass up the chance to speak with Snape about him.

Neither Malfoys' knew of the decision to leave out the professor till the last possible moment. Sighing Harry walked into the room under his Orion Black guise since currently the greasy git was there. On the same day the dark lord was visiting no less, but it wasn't just him there considering there were quite a few others as well. He inclined his head towards Mr. Nott, a man he'd done the wards for only a couple days ago. Among the others that were there he recognized the Unspeakable named Augustus Rookwood. He saw the man often when he was at the ministry registering the updated wards into the filing system.

The others he did not know, but he assumed this was his entire inner circle, plus some of the other tiers that Voldemort wanted present. Voldemort was standing while the rest where kneeling at the man's feet. Before Harry could do the same Voldemort reached his hand out and beckoned him forwards. Hesitantly he did so, though as he walked by one man, he glared up at Harry who lifted his chin a bit in defiance. His dragon side taking an affront to the fact the other man was glaring at him. Voldemort took Harry's hand and tugged him to his side, before placing his fingers at the collar and whispering something in parseltongue that had Harry shivering from the man's use of the language.

-Reveal and Bind- where the hissed words that escaped the man.

Though, he knew that in short he was activating a spell in the collar. As to what it was he didn't know, until he heard a gasp and by then it was already too late to pull away. Voldemort had just keyed in those present to his hidden little secret. That morning he hadn't attempted to put precautionary glamours up, let alone hide away his dragon heritage like he usually did. He had just relied on the collar glamours he had. Obviously Voldemort had expected him to do so because now he was looking at the shocked features of not only the death eaters, but Severus Snape as well. One man having been so shocked he'd whipped out his wand and pointed it at Harry.

Harry bristled as the dark lord's gaze narrowed dangerously, "Avery lower, your wand immediately."

Said man looked up wide eyed at his lord before looking down and away quickly, "Yes my lord."

It was strange to Harry but, he hadn't expected this change in tactics. The again his collar literally held a binding contract on it. No one present would be able to spill the information they now received and none of them even knew they couldn't. The parseltongue made the contract more binding to those present. Even if they found the loop hole Harry had found, they would still be unable to exploit it. Mostly because, the dark lord, had used the parseltongue password attached to the collar, to reveal his self and bind them to a contract that was spelled to his collar.

Harry had simply revealed himself to those loyal to the dark lord. He had said to Harry later that those whom were loyal to him were only allowed to know and the Collar would keep him from telling anyone who wasn't loyal to him. The man should have been more specific about that, considering he'd told all of Slytherin house what he knew about Voldemort's return to power. A smirk lit his features, but it vanished just as quickly under the scrutiny of Avery's eyes from beneath blonde locks.

Harry didn't like the look he was getting and his eyes narrowed at the man still kneeling on the ground before Voldemort's feet. A growl escaped him and his wings flexed behind him, no longer hidden by glamours from those before him. His tail raised slightly in agitation. The unusually long appendage no longer touching the ground limply like it usually did and an electric pulse flitted across Harry's hands as he stood there. Voldemort glanced over at Harry wondering what had gotten the boy worked up until his eyes landed on Avery.

"Is there something wrong Avery?'

The man grimaced and his eyes glanced down at Harry's hands noting the electricity dancing between his fingertips, "my lord how can, we trust him?'

"You doubt my judgment?"

"No, my lord… "

"It doesn't seem that you do Avery," The man stiffened, "Young Harry here has joined us of his own accord. He is not here to spy or waylay information back to the old fool Dumbledore. He is the reason I am back amongst all of you," At that Avery's and the other Death Eater's heads snapped up to look at Harry who obviously didn't like the attention and stepped closer to their lord. "He is a valuable ally and I wish you all to treat him with respect. He has given more than any of you dared to give, for none of you searched for me in the thirteen years of my absence."

"My lord if I had known you'd survived I would have come for you, but I thought you had fallen, my-…" Avery's words cut off when Voldemort spoke a spell loud enough for all to hear, .:Crucio:.

Pained screams echoed of the walls of the living area. Everyone had frozen and it was then that the heavy feeling Harry had felt in the air growing around him, was the anticipation of everyone who knew punishments were about to take place. Harry couldn't help but to watch in fascination as the man writhed and twitched in pain on the floor. Not having seen the Cruciatus curse at work before until that day, though what caught his attention was the dark smile that was spread over the dark lord's face as he took pleasure in hurting the man before him.

Harry shivered and it did not go unnoticed by Voldemort since Harry was close enough that he could practically feel the boy's magic tremble as he did so. Harry's eyes landed back on the man screaming in pain, and couldn't help but feel a dark smile spreading on his own features. He rather enjoyed the feeling of Voldemort's magic washing over him as another writhed in pain under the man's dark power. Harry hadn't heard the sound he'd made, but Voldemort had and he released Avery from the curse with a dark chuckle.

When the magic in the air let up Harry felt his head swim and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. Feeling a bit drunk of the man's powerful dark magic and he was completely helpless to it. Harry had gotten used to other wizards and their magic over the course of the past few months, but wizards like Voldemort, and Dumbledore was a whole different story. He always felt light headed and dizzy almost as though his senses were being over loaded. He'd gotten a tad used to it though since he was going to Hogwarts and the headmaster was always nearby. Though, it wasn't enough considering he felt fuzzy headed standing so close to one person who produced enough energy to make his dragon side react in a soft sound of submission.

Voldemort was a powerful wizard and Harry's dragon part of him recognized such a wizard as being a potential mate. Dragon's often fought for a mate, the submissive ones taking those that showed their power and dominance to have a right to be their mate. Once mated, they were mated for life, and the dragons fought fiercely for each other when one or the other was in danger. Harry once again shoved that notion away not thinking he had the slightest chance to be that close to the powerful dark lord.

Harry paused, his thoughts when he felt long fingers curl around the base of Harry's neck, "Young mister Potter is to be respected Avery and he is above even you in rank."

This said a lot considering that Avery was part of the inner circle as well as most of the others that were there. The only ones who showed they accepted this was Lucius and Narcissa, who smiled at Harry in reassurance. Harry smiled back, but soon shivered as those long fingers on the back of his neck caressed the base of his nape gently. It was associated with more of a petting gesture as one would do to a pet, but at the same time it felt a little different. He couldn't pace why this was so, but he didn't care either way for it felt nice to him. Harry's body relaxed on its own accord, his tail thumping lazily back to the floor again as he stood there, his wings relaxing a bit and hostility vanished from him.

Voldemort smirked at this, but it vanished quickly to be replaced with a sneer, "I have brought you all here for a reason. Starting today Lucius I expect you to keep your house open to this particular group to stay in your house. On the day of Christmas Eve we will be launching an attack on Azkaban, and bring back those loyal to me from that dark prison."

Harry listened to the words silently, relaxed and at ease. Having not been bothered by what the older man had said. He could careless at the fact more death eaters were being freed. Sure some of them have even tortured his friend's families at one point or another, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough about it. Something in Harry just felt indifferent about all of that, and he just couldn't bring himself to hate or dislike it.

Severus spoke up next, "Will he be joining us on this raid my lord?"

"Yes, he will be the one leading one of two parties into the prison," The dark lord smirked, as he tapped Harry's collar lightly.

"I will?" Harry asked slight confusion on his face.

"Yes, my little dragon you will be joining us."

"What about the rest of the group, my lord?" Lucius asked.

"The will be called upon the day we strike, as you know I gave the first warning several weeks ago and one again before the students at Hogwarts had let out," He smirked, "I will now send one every day giving them time to know that I will call upon them soon and to make arrangements that suite the time I need them."

After that the rest of the plan was laid out. Harry's group, which would consist of Lucius, Rookwood, Nott, Avery, and a hand full of other people from other tiers, would be storming the prison to search for death eaters and potential death eaters. Voldemort's group would hold off Aurors to buy time for Harry's group to find everyone. Once everything was set in stone, so to speak, Voldemort let Harry and a few others leave to find a room to stay in. Before Harry could leave the dark lords side however he had his arm snatched.

"You will be staying in my room with me Harry. The Malfoys' need your current lodgings for the others," Harry looked up at Voldemort with wide eyes before nodding.

"Okay, I will remember that before going to bed tonight so I do not accidently go to a room occupied by one of your followers," It was amazing to Harry how easy it was to talk to the other male, though the looks he got from some told him they didn't like his casual tone to their dark lord.

He chuckled, "See that you do just that. Now, go have some time to yourself, Lucius told me you've been hard at work. My little dragon needs a rest and I do not intend to have you sick before the raid has even begun."

"As you wish my lord," Harry said in a teasing tone to soft for the others to hear, obviously showing that he wasn't planning on following those orders.

"Little dragon… be careful," He warned.

"Now how would I be if I was careful and made things easy for our dear dark lord?"

Voldemort's smirk turned into a dark smile of impish delight, "It seems my little dragon, needs a lesson."

Harry snorted and his own smirk flitted across his features, "Says the dark lord who likes dishing out punishments more than lessons."

Voldemort let him go and Harry chuckled, before leaving the room. He spoke briefly to Narcissa outside the lounge telling her he would be outside practicing his new spells he'd created over the past few weeks. Even when during the holidays he often used his time turner to get what he needed done. Giving both Evan and Orion a show in the world, so as to not have people thinking he was the same person for both people. It was during a mock duel against an animated dummy, that Snape came outside to watch him practice.

Harry paused what he was doing and looked over to Snape, his green eyes shining as he looked at the man, "Why?"

"Huh?" was the only thing Harry could unintelligibly say to the man.

"Why did you turn dark?"

Harry's face drained of color and he looked away, "You wouldn't understand."

"I wouldn't under-… Harry is this any way to honor your mother's sacrifice?"

Harry flinched and took a step back away from Snape as he advanced on him, "don't" The words were spoken so soft that he was sure Snape didn't hear, but he did and Snape stopped a few paces away from him.

"Don't what? Tell the truth? Show you what you are doing is wrong? Harry what were you thinking?"

Harry felt like a cornered rat and he was on the verge of hyperventilating, his eyes were wide and his breathing was coming in short gasps. Harry took another step back, but Snape's hand lased out and apprehended him before he could more away any further. Panic started to slowly swell in his chest, his dragon stirring and wanting to protect itself from the threat. Even if the threat was an internal one Harry wanted to escape. Snape's hand stayed firm on his arm no matter how much Harry was trying to pry the hand off. Unlike with Ron, Snape was a full grown adult and Harry was still a young developing dragon. He was strong yes, but he wouldn't be nearly as strong as he would be when he was a full adult. He swallowed thickly as he tried to pry the hand off him fruitlessly.

"Harry answer the question," Snape ordered him, using the boy's first name to know he was serious about the situation at hand.

"…Because, I had no place, to go too!" He shouted at the man, as he gave up trying to pry himself away from the man, "I had no place to go Professor… I was alone and no one ever believed anything I said… I was hurt, and scared…" Harry's eyes blurred and his body started to shake, "You don't know what they did…"

Snape was pale as he remembered his own observations of the one named Orion and looked back at Harry with dawning Horror, yet he still didn't let the boy go. He was afraid that if he did Harry would bolt and something bad might happen. Considering the way Avery was treated by just looking at the boy the wrong way showed that Harry meant a great deal to their lord. He really didn't want the man's ire turned on him if anything were to happen to the dragon boy.

"They always hurt me…" Harry's anger soon shifted and Snape felt the instant change, "Dumbledore knew… he always knew… and yet he let them keep doing it. He kept forcing me into their home and he kept forcing me to confront the dark lord every year. How can I hate Voldemort when Dumbledore has done just as bad if not worse?" Narrowed eyes looked up at Snape a slight craze to them he hadn't seen before, "I will never be used by that man again. At least with the dark lord know he is using me, unlike that manipulative, lying, and deceitful old man."

Snape's hand let go of the boy, all prior inner conflict had faded in a manner of moments, "what do you plan to do?"

"What do I plan to do? I'll tell you what I plan to do… I plan to create shadows in places that should have been covered in darkness a long time ago," There was no smile, no smirk, or mirth in Harry's eyes.

Just a serious and cold exterior that had been slowly developing over time, his own mental anguish and past events having caused the other wise, timid and shy boy to become a cold blood creature that his inheritance claimed him to be. All Snape could do was watch helplessly as Harry turned back to the dummy and it exploded with a, none verbal spell, leaving nothing in its wake. Harry walked past the man and slipped back into the manor. Leaving the dark Slytherin to his thoughts before Draco came out to announce to him that dinner was ready.

That night Harry layed in the same bed as the dark lord, nothing happened, but Harry felt comforted by the man's presence as he simply held him close. In those arms he felt whole and safe, like he belonged somewhere and he was happy that out of anyone he could have shared a bed with he'd chosen Harry out of any of them. Harry swiftly found sleep for the first night without using a potion to do so.

{A Shadowed Life}

A few days later Harry found himself waking to long fingers coming through his hair lazily. He didn't want to wake, but a part of him was telling him he had to and an excitement seemed to linger in the air around him. Christmas Eve would be there upon them in an hour, and everyone had been ordered to rest before the main event of the day took place. Harry for the past few days had been training for the upcoming raid, and had Voldemort as his mentor during those training sessions away from prying eyes.

"It is time to wake my little dragon," Voldemort said with a chuckle as Harry groaned sleepily.

"I dun wanna Tom…" He mumbled sleepily.

Harry laughed softly and got up, before yanking the covers out from under him making Harry slip off the other side of the bed with a yelp. Harry sat up and peeked over the bed at the dark lord with a pouting glare. Harry was the only one it seemed who could call the dark lord by his real name, anyone else who spoke to him it was always 'My Lord' or 'Lord Voldemort'.

"There now that you're up, come we must get ready," He said as he strode to the walk in wardrobe, "Also I have left your attire on the table in the corner," Voldemort called from within the wardrobe.

Osiris slithered into the room at that moment followed by Nagini. It seemed as of late that neither of the two familiars strayed far from each other, but upon certain occasions they returned to their owners to do their bidding. Both slid up onto the bed slowly where Harry had been laying down only moments ago, the sheets still warm to the touch and relaxing both snakes as they curled in on themselves. Osiris's black tongue flicked out to taste the air silently.

-Seems there is excitement in the air-

-Yes Osiris, Tom and the rest of his resistance are going out on a raid today. I am privy to be able to come along- Harry said to the tiger snake.

-He is not just allowed to come… Osiris, he will also be a key leading point in the raid- Voldemort said as he came out of the wardrobe. Long billowing robes in place, as well as a mask that was colored a blood red wine.

-Oh young master plays important role. Master must do his best and conquer all in his path- Osiris hissed as Voldemort gave a small chuckled and nodded.

Harry huffed before turning to the items Voldemort had set out for him. They were simple robes, but looked as though they were crafted more along the lines of dueling. This would make fighting others easier to do now. Harry smirked and slipped into the robes, and was about to turn back to his lord when something caught his eye. On the table he noticed something hard and black, blinking a few times, gentle fingers brushed across the item as he took note of the of the slightly uneven surface. Only for him to realize it was a mask made to look like that of scales. The obsidian color shinning slightly like his obsidian dragon scales did.

Big green eyes looked over to Voldemort and the man simply stood there watching him with an amused smile on his lips. Harry broke out in a wide grin, before he looked at the mask again. The mask was a half mask like the Death Eaters, but not quite the same. Along with the mask was a cloth that wrapped around the lower half of his face to hide it from view. Harry put on the mask and turned to Voldemort before the man ushered him out of the room and to the living room.

Everyone was waiting and Voldemort took Harry's arm and apparated out of the room. Harry soon found himself standing yards away from Azkaban, before resounding pops filled the air. Those whom had been at the Malfoy manor and those who had found a way to be there today, and Harry felt the urge to leap into battle sing through his veins like a wrought hot iron bar.

"My friends, we have gathered here to set free those who have loyal stayed by my name and have been locked away here. I will send a group in when the wards have been ripped away, and the rest of you will stay here with me to drive off the Aurors," excitement filled the air as these words left the man's mouth. "Orion, take your appointed group and go," He said to Harry who answered with a 'Yes, my lord… as you command' and he left with his group to the edge of the ward field. They would wait till the wards fell, and Harry would know when that happens. Personally he'd wanted to destroy the wards, but Voldemort had insisted that he do it, to keep people not of their cause, from thinking Orion Black was among the death eaters raid tonight.

Harry could hear the hisses of parseltongue as it left the man, and Harry watched as the wards to Azkaban groaned and buckled under the pressure. Harry's eyes narrowed on the Aurors guarding the entrance to the prison. They'd taken notice and it would not be long before re-enforcements would arrive. The men on the other side of the wards looked panicked at the rather large army at the edge of the wards. Harry himself had been surprised at the turn out of people there. Sixty of the original group had showed up for this raid, and the air thrummed with magic that was making Harry feel, high as a kite.

The sound of the ward tearing drew Harry's attention and a rather large rumble of the earth beneath their feet signaled that the wards were down and no longer able to be supportive in their quest. Harry and his group moved forward, taking on the Aurors that were there. The first obviously a veteran to this ordeal, yet fell quickly to Harry's and Lucius's wands. The other was a rookie, possibly having been sent there for botching a mission. He fell just as swiftly if not more so.

Once finished disposing the threats a couple of people from their group cast a Lumos. The dark walls of the prison seemed to be slick as though it was coated in slime. The smell of death and madness leaked into the air around Harry and he scrunched up his nose. The smell of body Oder was thick in the air, sweat and who knew what else permeated the air around them thickly. As they moved down the corridors they came upon a few potential death eaters, and had yet to find the ones who were loyal to their lord. It was upon the third level that they finally ran into the dementors. Quickly thinking up a plan Harry looked back on the spell Remus had taught him.

Wordlessly harry cast, .:Expecto Patronum:.

Out of the end of his wand a white light erupted from his wand, almost like white dancing flames as a serpentine like dragon appeared before them. Pushing the dementors back with the light magic used to conger it. Harry was surprised that his stag was no longer there before him. Was it possible his blood heritance did this? Harry didn't know, but otherwise ignored it. He noted Avery's impressed look at his spell, but otherwise stayed impassive. An insane cackle drew his attention however and someone was shouting in glee. The laughs and raspy sound causing a few men among Harry's group shiver at it.

"He's here… He's here… He has come to take us back. Back to the shadows were we, belong," The feminine voice sang as they approached her cell.

"Bella," Lucius breathed.

"Hello Lucy, come to get me have you?"

"Yes, where are the others?"

"All are on this floor, is his lord really back? Has he really come?"

"Yes, Bella now come we must be moving our forces will not hold for long if they Aurors have arrived yet."

"They already have," Harry stated looking back down the hall they came from, "But they aren't alone."

Bellatrix gave him an odd look, not recognizing who he was at all. Shaking her thoughts off everyone followed her as they wandered down the corridors, to release her husband and his brother. When they were done they started their trek back to the entrance. Bellatrix laughed some more when she saw the battle field beyond the prison. Obviously, having wanted to join in on the fun, but unable to without her wand so she stayed back, swaying on her feet, as she watched with a wide grin.

Harry brought their group to safety on their side of the battle field before slipping away to their lord's side. Pressing his back to the dark lord's he spoke to him, his own wand casting spells verbally and wordlessly. Even some of his, own invented spells made it into the battle field. Green eyes hidden by steel grey were alight with excitement as people fell before him. His dragon was singing in enjoyment as people fell before his might.

"Your mission was a success?"

"Yes, my lord…" He paused to use a cutting hex on a nearby Auror, and his eyes watched in glee as flesh shredded before the spell, "We have located all loyal to you and we have recruits who wish to join."

"Well done my dragon, lets depart from here shall we?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Retreat!" Voldemort sounded and pops filled the air as people left the battle. Voldemort waited for the rest of his forces to leave before grabbing Harry and apparating them out of there and into Malfoy Manor.

Harry's whole form seemed to be giddy as he stood in the foyer. They had done it, they had infiltrated a prison no one could break into or out of. Not only that, but they had also stolen quite a few of the inmates, leaving very few behind that were to light to come along with them in order to save their own skins. A dark smile was on Harry's features, eyes still alight with the joy of inflicting pain or death on any that had dared to challenge him in battle. At one point Harry would have cringed at the thought of hurting another, but now however, Harry found a wonderful thrill in the act he'd never noticed before. Like a boiling brew the chaos spilled out over the well contained pot causing mayhem in its wake.

Next Chapter- The Black Storm

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