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.

21. Serpents Return

Hello lovely Readers,

Here is the next installment of A Shadowed Life. (edited with correct prophecy thanks to those who told me I had two different ones :3)

!Warning! Violence and Gore, also light guy x guy (mostly a very heated snogging XD).

(Just in case labeled as trigger because of violence)

Anyways, This chapter ties up one loose end and starts on the ever waited next big event in the story, :3 yay! –chuckles- This chapter will also bridge a gap and create a strong bond between a group of friends.

This is one of my longer chapters, hope you all like it though.

Anaelyssa: lol, Thanks. I think a lot of people are wondering about his Dragon side as well.

Evenstarlily: Lol yes, Evan is needed his purpose is yet unclear at this point in time, but it will arise eventually.

Yana: Lol random happy face made me laugh thanks.

Fortheloveofb: You got that right, let us see where his new vindictiveness will take us.

MoonPrincess623: Yeah that is true. Also I understand what you mean, then again… I'm not really fond of Draco x Harry x.x Meh, but I have a request on it so I'm going to attempt it anyways.

Cairsta: Maybe he wants to figure out himself? :3 we'll see what happens. As for the unclear parts such as him no longer looking like Rose halfway through the story…I'm sorry x.x I have no excuse for that. X3

Xelena: Yeah, I understand where you're coming from. Though, I often found it hard to believe a child could defeat a dark wizard who knows more than Harry ever could. It's kind of why I made this twisted story X3. Glad you like Harry and his personas. :3

Onekind53: XD lol I could just tell you, but it's more exciting to read and see right? :3 –chuckles-

Tsyilna Llyria: Thank you, I'm glad you liked it and hope you continue to read. I look forward to hearing from you once again. :3

To everyone who says they love the story: Thank you, I am happy for all of your support as I write this fic.

Enjoy!

Things in the story you might want to know.

"Talking/ spells"

'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'

-Parseltongue-

.:Spells:.

~Dragon Telepathy~

*Dragon Language*

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Chapter Twenty-0ne- Serpents Return

Harry was annoyed, having only been back for about a week he found people were still talking about his Evan persona and the Malfoys'. Rita Skeeter was making things harder than they had to be. He was grateful when tom stepped in to calm down the media saying if it helped he would visit them quite often to see how they were doing. He also promised if anything was out of sorts that he would personally take the children in question into his home. To say the wizarding community was happy with this decision was an understatement. They were happy the young politician was trying to help with the situation.

Harry himself on the other hand wanted this all to stop and now. He was currently glamoured brunet male with short hair. He didn't name it like the others, he wouldn't need to. This one was solely for the purpose he was about to use it for. He silently waited as he watched the blond woman walk down the streets of Diagon Alley. He had called her out on purpose, saying that he had some information for her on the Evan Spring boy. Like a moth to the flame she came, just for the scoop she might just have been waiting for.

Little did the woman know… that night would be the last anyone would see alive, "Hello, are you the person who contacted me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Skeeter."

"Please, call me Rita," She batted her hideous eyes at him.

Harry tried not to cringe at the obscene amount of makeup on the woman's face, "Alright then Mrs. Rita… do follow me I do not fancy staying out were others can over hear."

She nodded and followed, "Alright."

He was glad she had come alone as per his orders. She really wanted the story and if that meant not having her camera man around then it was fine with her. They walked for a while and the further they got the more Harry found himself internally smiling at his cleverness. The stupid bint wouldn't know what hit her and he loved it.

"You never did tell me your name."

"My name is of no importance and I do not wish to give you one either."

"It will be hard explaining where this information came from then."

Harry chuckled before turning around, "It won't matter."

"Wha-" He struck out grabbing her wrists in a vice like grip. "W-what are you doing let go of me!"

"Sorry Rita, but your time has expired and I'm so tired of you getting in the way of my plans," He found her wand easily as he scooped bother her wrists into one hand.

"Please! I didn't do anything wrong!"

Harry looked at her wand then at her, "Oh you did plenty wrong. Now, let's get to another more private location now shall we?"

There was a soft pop as Harry apperated the out of the area. No one would notice because the sound left behind would be unrecognizable to those who didn't know it already. People continued on their daily lives without noticing that Rita Skeeter had vanished that evening.

Within moments another pop resounded, but Rita could tell by their surroundings they were possibly no longer in the Wizarding world anymore. Harry dropped the struggling women as he kept a hold of her wand. He tucked it away and out of sight as she stared up at him with wide unbelieving eyes. Without a word Harry circled her like a predator would do to their prey. He could feel her fear rolling off of her in waves. Being part creature helped him to assess her emotions as he watched her.

"Y-you lied to me to get me out here…"

"Very observant Rita," He said condescendingly, "However… you are far from the saint you paint yourself to be."

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Do not lie to me Rita," He growled as he got in her face so quickly she jerked back in surprise. "You have lied plenty to piss me off. Ruined a place I called my home, slandered a name that is better than your own. Destroyed a perfectly constructed story, to be woven to your own disgusting needs and quite frankly I think you should pay for it… severely."

"W-who are you?"

"Since I have no more reason to hide let me show you who 'I' am," He chuckled as he whispered words under his breath switching between three prominent glamour's he was known by.

Her eyes went wide, "No, this can't be…." He dropped the glamour's to who everyone knew him as truly and her eyes bugged, "… Harry Potter?"

"Exactly miss Rita… I am, all I have shown you, all that you have scorned and mocked. But I no longer resemble this either. I have changed beyond recognition now this is who I really am," With that the last of the glamour's dropped and Harry's more dragon like hybrid form showed itself to her.

Her eyes looked about to pop right out of her hideous head, "Impossible…y-you're a d-demon."

Harry sighed, "I really hate that word. I am not a demon I am a hybrid Dragon. A mixture of the ancient dragons and human race… and now that you know I can't let you live."

Rita Skeeter started to shiver and cry, fat tears slid down her face as she started to plead for her life, "P-please! I'll be q-quiet about this…I won't c-cause any more problems for you."

"It's too late dear Rita, you have done the harm and now I will get rid of you. You ruined my plan to get rid of that old man," He growled.

"You wanted to frame D-Dumbledore?"

"No, I wanted to expose his lies. To show the world how twisted and cruel the man is. He lies and manipulates them and no one knows he's even doing it. Believing he is that of the light. He has no sense of right and wrong when he destroys a boy's future, uses him to his own and turns people against one another. But you ruined it," He hissed.

"I-I'm sorry…"

"Sorry doesn't cut it anymore Rita," With a silent spell Harry watched as Rita's form slowly started gaining, cuts across her body, blood bubbling up through the wounds and sliding across her pale skin.

Rita screamed loudly, "See out here no one will hear you scream. Years, of my money had been saved and given to the Black family for safe keeping until my return. This land for miles is mine… actually purchased it not all that long ago from returning from the past… and no one will ever hear your pleas and cries for help."

"You're mad!" She cried which earned her another one of his cutting spells before he let it up.

"Mad? Maybe, but what can you expect from one of Dumbledore's special toys? Now the spell I'm using on you I created. One by one a cut will appear on your skin as though someone is dragging a knife over your skin over and over really slowly. The counter curse stops the spell, but the residual pain will linger for a while."

She screamed again when the spell was activated once more, "P-please…s-stop!"

Harry let up and knelt down in front of her, "I could end you quickly, but what is the fun in that. I want you to suffer for all you've done."

"All I ever did was publish what they wanted," She sobbed.

"Oh, Rita, haven't you learned. You can publish and write to your hearts content, but when you twist truth into lies well then best be prepared to suffer the consequences. Not that my story was truthful mind you, I only twisted a bit here and there so no one would know the whole truth. As Evan Spring I couldn't very well let anyone know I was part dragon…No, I needed to buy time before that day came. It's still not here mind you, but I hope it will be soon."

This time he whispered another spell, more specifically the on he'd used on Bella once. The acidic spell that ate away at whatever it touched. Though, now that he thought about it he was glad it hadn't hit his little Bells. He looked to Rita as she screamed bloody murder under the spell. He had aimed it at her writing arm, which so happened to be the hand she often used her wand with. The flesh was slowly melting away showing the muscle tissue beneath before it started to slowly eat away at that as well. Blood dripped down the side of her arms as flesh bubbled and popped under the acidic spell creeping over her arm. She looked up at him with wet pleading eyes, but all that stared back was an emotionless pair of green emerald eyes.

He lifted the spell as he grinned, "Are you up for a game Mrs. Rita?"

She sobbed, her lower lip trembling as she looked at him, "W-what?"

"It's simple really I will give you to the count of ten to take of in any direction you choose. Then the hunt begins," Her eyes widened as she shakily got to her feet. "I'm surprised you hadn't thought about running in the first place mind you. Though, you were under a lot of pain so I can understand a feeble mind not grasping a hold of much of anything when it's under painful spells… or pain in general for that matter."

Rita took a step away one after another, "You're a…. m-monster." She hiccupped before turning and full out sprinting.

"Maybe I am Mrs. Rita… maybe I am," With that he took a leap and shifted to his panther form with ease. 'Now to wait before the hunt begins… I'll give her longer, she is injured and it wouldn't be any fun if I ended her so soon either,' He thought to himself.

After a few minutes Harry leapt forward soundlessly allowing the pads of his paws find purchase on the soft forested earth beneath him. His eyes narrowed as he spotted signs of the journalists passing. He paused when he came upon a heavily rocked area and he put his nose down and snuffled finding the scent of human blood easily. Carefully he maneuvered through the rocky patch, but he found himself surprised that the blond actually thought to follow the rocky patch in hopes to lose him. He gave a toothy smile as he kept moving.

When he found here she was peering down over a cliff she had possibly just gotten to, debating on if it was a good idea to jump or not, Harry growled. Rita jumped slightly and spun around to look at what growled at her, probably thinking there was a wolf or something, but upon seeing what it really was fear gripped her whole body.

He could tell she understood well that this was no ordinary panther and on top of that she was realizing without her wand… she was powerless. Harry bared his fangs at her and she reflexively took a step back, but she over stepped. Rita suddenly slipped from the rocky edge and plummeted to the base of the cliff. A choked cry ripped from her mouth as she fell and Harry leisurely walked over and looked down.

Shifting from his panther to his real form he looked down at the twisted form of Rita Skeeter, "Well that was rather anti-climactic…" he sighed and rested his head in his hand, "I was hoping this would keep going for a bit longer… never would have thought she would end her-self by mere accident."

It was at that moment he heard a whimper and he about laughed a smirk crossing his features. It seemed Mrs. Rita had somehow survived the fall. However, he could tell she would not live long. He made his way down, spreading his wings and landing with grace next to her and crouched down. She looked up at him in pain and fear.

He looked down at her, her limbs twisted at odd angles and she had more scrapes on her body from the fall. Blood was flowing more freely and judging by the puddle forming behind her head she had cracked open her skull upon impact. Blood was sliding from the crease of her lips down her pale cheek and to her ear. Bruises were slowly making their presence known in certain areas painting the pale skin with a form of color made of bruises and blood.

Her right arm had the bone poking through the torn flesh half way up her arm. Muscle and sinew poked out alongside the bone, the torn bits covered in blood, gave off a sickly look to it. Some flesh was pealed back in patches in some spots on her body. Her fingers were just as oddly twisted like the rest of her body, as though she had tried to grab purchase sometime during her fall. Her right eye looked as though a vein had burst and was now leaking down the side of her face from her eye socket to mingle with her tears of pain. Her clothes were torn and tattered, the top barely even concealing her upper body from view.

He glanced up the cliff, 'She must have hit a lot of the jutting out rocks before coming to a stop here.' He looked back down at her and sighed as he let his eyes rove over her broken form.

"Now see what you've done. Gone and spoiled the fun," He chastised her before sighing, "Well no point in torturing you to death… your already dying and the pain is probably already torture… then again I can still torture you if I so wished. Though, I think I might just sit here and watch the light fade from your eyes. After tonight… everyone in the world will know that the star journalist Rita Skeeter had died a tragic death. Tortured before she died, most of her bones shattered as though she'd fallen from a great height… don't worry I'll make sure someone finds your corpse come morning."

Fat tears streamed down the woman's face, sobs of pain leaving her as Harry just sat there and watched her die slowly. He didn't even twitch until it started to rain lightly. He sighed slightly and shifted on the balls of his feet. His slitted eyes watching silently as he watched her eyes, it was taking quite a long time for her to die. She must have a strong will to be lasting as long as she was with only silent sobs retching forth from her throat.

"You know… I always wondered what it would be like. To live life how I wanted it when I was younger… to know what it was like not to be hurting in many different ways before coming to learn I was a wizard. I was always hurting, always hungry, and always hoping that someone would save me. That I would live with a loving family that cared for me and wanted me to be alive and breathing. It only got worse coming to the wizarding world."

She looked at him fear still there, but she was listening intently to his words as things clicked in her fear and pain rattled mind. He could see dawning horror in her eyes and regret flashed over her features. He tilted his head slightly, not knowing why he was telling this dying woman what he thought and felt over the years. Maybe it was because she was dying and he felt good knowing no one else would ever know.

"Wizarding worlds… no one cared about who I was… just that I defeated a dark lord… when I really hadn't. They pushed me to go against him again and again not caring if I died in doing so… all for a prophecy they don't know is fake," He watched her eyes go wide still crying, "Then this happened to me… I ran because I had accidently killed my cousins. Lucius saved me and gave me a home and family that I never once had before. Tom… Voldemort as you know him took me under his wing and taught me more than I could ever dream of and has treated me better than anyone ever has. When I was thrown into the past I was panicked, but I still survived… went through a war as the famed Phoenix… heh who knew right? That, that exact assassin of the night… was actually another me."

"So much I could have told the world, but that will all come to fruit when Tom is finally finished. Then again with how much is happening I wouldn't doubt if some twisted bastard out there had it out for me," He sighed, "You know my story… my real story probably would have made you a famous reporter Mrs. Rita… too bad you had to screw up one simple story and make my life and poor Draco's a living nightmare."

He tilted his head and looked at her eyes noting that the light in them was now fading quickly. It was possible that she could probably only hear muffled words from him by then. He smirked and reached out to run fingers over her scarred face. She breathed her last breath and he just chuckled softly. Taking pleasure in the fact he had ended a life because he simply wanted too and not by anyone else's orders. This person had done him wrong as well as a person he cared about and to Harry in his mind her transgressions were punishable by death. Without her around he could now do things without her getting in the way.

He hummed in thought and tilted his head, now all he had to do was to get rid of Dumbledore. Scratch that he wasn't the only one. He had so much to make right again and thought Tom had plans, he also had his own as well. Harry placed something in the woman's hand and she vanished and he simply stared at where she had just been.

She would show up in town in the middle of Diagon Alley. Making sure anyone would be able to notice her mangled form. By morning people will wake up in shock over the death of Rita Skeeter. Shoving his hands into his pockets Harry looked up at the sky as it continued to rain. His thoughts wandered a bit as he stood there a crack sounded and he smirked knowing full well his collar transmitted his location for the man.

Tom was silent, but he could feel the man's emotions. Harry didn't know how long he'd been standing there, but it had to of been a while. Tom seemed angry, but there was an underlying current under the emotion. He knew he was upset with him, but it wasn't the kind of upset that he was used to. Harry glance back at him his pupils widened to see him in the gloom of night.

"You've been keeping things from me," Tom said, but there was no malic in it, just the under current and slight vibrations that signified he was upset a bit.

"Sometimes it is needed… especially with how protective you have gotten," He smirked, "Besides it's been taken care of. No one knows except me… I was thorough with what happened. I always do my job well, correct?"

"If your meaning you work as Phoenix then yes… but you still could have-"

"No, that was only just days ago for me… though to you it has been many years since then. I can handle myself Tom, I'm not that naïve child I was a long time ago. You know as well as I that she had to go… I just thought now was the best time." Tom had a few emotions flit across his features that only Harry would take notice of.

Tom stepped towards him and Harry remained still before the older male shoved him up against the cliff face. A rough yet gentle hand grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. Harry's breath hitched, but other than that he showed no signs of fear as Tom's other hand grips his chin a little roughly. He just simply stared up into Tom's eyes the blood red orbs staring back down into his own with an intense look.

"Don't get me wrong Harry… I know very well how good you are at your self-appointed job. I just got you back though… and I do not wish to let you go. If you ever got somehow, caught up in something again… I don't know if I would be able to get you back again," He pressed himself up against Harry their wet clothes clinging to them.

Harry shivered when Tom pressed himself flush up against him, "Hmm…I'm not so easily caught, but if it makes you feel better I will speak of my own plans more often to you."

Tom hummed and leaned in close, Harry's face flushed a light shade of pink at the closeness of the other male's face as a smirk flitted to his lips. Tom just chuckled somewhat darkly before capturing Harry's lips in a firm yet gentle kiss. He pulled away from the kiss and smirked back down at his little dragon.

"That sounds like a plan," With that said Tom kissed him again.

Harry gasped into the kiss as Tom asserted himself between Harry's legs. His own hips pressing firmly against Harry's and Harry whimpered into their shared kiss. It had been way to long since they'd last been like this. Er… well something like this, since he'd used to panic when they got to close most of the time in the past. He had missed this so much and that longing he'd felt in the past felt suddenly complete now. He made a mewling sound that was swallowed by the Dark Lord as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth. Tom whispered something that he didn't quite catch until he felt the man's hands on him. Harry looked up and noted with a tug of his arms he could not move said arms from the position over his head, before Tom dove back in to claim his lips once more.

Harry pulled away from the kiss with a moan as Tom rocked his hips into the smaller male. Harry buried his face against Tom's chest as soft moans left his lips unable to fight off the sensations that were rolling through him as the older male ground their hips together. Harry heard Tom chuckle and he blushed even more, the red tint spreading across his face.

Hands slid into his cloths, stroking along his abdomen in slow agonizing movements. Gentle fingers gently ghosting over hardened buds, because of the cold rain. Harry's eyes looked up into Tom's a silent plea that the man didn't seem inclined to take notice of. His hands roamed up Harry's sides along his shoulder blades then then traveled down to the small of his back. Tom's hands slowly slid down to Harry's butt, before squeezing them and pressing Harry up against him roughly.

Gasping Harry whimper at the friction created between the two of them. His legs quivering as he started to take note that they would not be able to support him for too long. Panting Harry moaned and arched up against Tom. Needing more then what Tom was giving and he knew Tom knew this, yet his mind was fogged with the lust that coursed through his body. This made his thoughts less active as he slowly succumbed to the deep need that seemed to be so deeply rooted within him.

"T-Tom," He whimpered softly as the male nipped at his ear.

"Does it feel good my little dragon?" He smirked.

Harry couldn't stop the whimper that left him and he knew he couldn't hide it, "Y-yes"

"Good," With that Tom pulled away, a smirk on his face as he did so, "I expect to hear more of your plans tomorrow."

Harry leaned against the rock face silently, his bliss addled mind not comprehending what was going on until Tom was gone. Harry blinked a few times and then he growled before looking down, contemplating on how in the hell he was going to get rid of his very prominent problem. A string of curses left his lips as he glared at the exact spot that Tom had been before vanishing.

"You're a right bloody bastard Tom Marvolo Riddle," He hissed as looked back at the front of his pants, "Damn it what am I supposed to do with this?"

{A Shadowed Life}

Harry sat on a Train, once again having returned to his Evan Spring persona to carry out the plans he'd started before the time jump had happened. Draco sat next to him silently observing Harry as they sat there. The news had been in an uproar over Rita Skeeter's passing. They described the horrendous way her body had been twisted, sliced, and burned by what looked to be acid. Surprise had lit many witches and wizards alike with the news of her death. Tom didn't seem at all bothered with it, in fact he looked smug and Harry could only guess that he knew Harry had something to do with her passing.

He mentally sighed as he remembered that day, because it was also the day Tom told him he'd be returning to Hogwarts with the other Slytherins that had been pulled out of school not even a week into school. Harry had forgotten that during the time he'd been gone it was just before the Hogwarts week started the New Year. To be honest he was surprised that during the time between the last year and the beginning of the new one that he'd basically been busy just doing random things… alongside being Briar Rose before she was rudely thrown into a time not her own.

'Well that's just great I'm referring my persons as other people now,' He sighed and returned to the Skeeter thought line to ignore what just happened.

There was no doubt in the Malfoy families, mind that they knew that the event was caused by Harry as well. It was becoming obvious to those who knew that Harry was phoenix that, his actions back then had followed him to the current time. Harry had been ruthless as Phoenix and had done many things in the name of their Lord. He wasn't going to allow that to change and anyone who caused problems for anyone considered close to him was expendable.

This is why they were currently on the train to Hogwarts. Harry had too many plans that involved the school to be under his watch. Besides it gave him opportunities to have a look at the barriers around the old school. Before his trip to the past he'd been thinking of sneaking off to have a look at the wards to see if he could do anything with them.

Harry looked over at Draco who quickly looked away. The other snakes that had left Hogwarts during his absence were also returning to school. Pansy, Blaise, Theodore, Vincent, and Gregory were all silent and none of them knew how to break the atmosphere. Harry looked to them as well and they too were sneaking glances at him. Harry sighed and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. He watched as Vincent and Gregory jumped slightly in their seats at the movement. Harry practically felt like growling, but held it back. It was not their fault they were weary of him. It was complete assumption on their part that he had something to do with Rita's death.

"You know," He started getting all eyes on him as soon as he spoke, he put up a silencing ward without a word, "Killing Mrs. Rita was the only way to get rid of the issues I was currently having."

He watched as eyes went wide and then questions launched Pansy being first to launch off, "So you were the one who killed the vindictive journalist. How'd you do it?"

Harry chuckled, "I used a rather strong glamour. Lured her out of her little hovel and tricked her into getting a good story. Afterwards I whisked her away to an undisclosed location and had my fun with her. I used a couple of spells I created and decided I would play a game of chase. Needless to say the half brained twit offed her-self, though it was a mere accident she fell of a rather high cliff face. She plummeted to her doom and yet survived for a time being and I watched her eyes as the light drain from them. When she faded from the world I let her return to the wizarding world to be found."

"Why? I mean I know she was saying some bad things, but why now?" Blaise asked quietly.

Harry thought for a moment leaning back in his seat as he thought. Tom had told him it was entirely up to him if he wanted to tell the others about his secret. His finger ran along the collar using the contract on it to bind them to keep it secret. A wide smirk flitted across his features as he leaned forward and started the tale that had him vanishing for a good while. He told them of the many years as Briar Rose and her code name Phoenix. He told them of the many things he'd done that had caught their attentions and he told them about his thoughts and feelings during all of it. Well excluding some feelings considering he was not willing to give too much.

"So you're Phoenix? I never would have thought this… if you hadn't given us such detail about everything you went through," Theo whispered softly.

"If anyone had told me I would be sent back in time and become the most lethal assassin the wizarding world has ever known. Then I would say they were crazy, but yes it's true. Draco had been the one to have me create her in the first place… before the old fool thought it a good idea to try and kill me as her. I understand know why he'd done it in the first place."

"Right he must have known what she looked like before you made her," Blaise chimed in.

"Correct, at the time I had been confused by the few looks I'd gotten after creating Briar Rose. After that incident I know understand full well what those looks were for."

"Something doesn't make sense," Pansy said, "Why would you befriend a Potter when you knew the Dark Lord didn't like them let alone later killed them off mostly?"

Draco gave Harry a look that asked Harry if this was alright and Harry waved it off. He had no more of the pesky issues of being worried about if they would react well or not. The others looked between Draco and Harry as Draco sighed before looking to all of them. His eyes intense, as he started off, so to help Harry broach the topic with little problems as possible.

"You remember the day Evan showed up at Hogwarts?" They nodded, "Well you know he's Orion, but that isn't who he is either. You see Orion was his very first persona and it was created more to protect him-self."

"What do you mean?" Pansy asked looking over at Harry who stayed silent.

"Come on why would he need to be protecting himself? I mean is he someone important? Like a person who was once light or something and turned dark?" Theo asked.

Draco sighed, "You could say that. He was considered a key player in the war but certain things happened."

"A key player you say? Oh… enough of this Evan please tell, us Draco is being way to… evasive," Pansy huffed.

Harry chuckled and waved a hand over his form, all of his glamour's dropped showing them what he looked like for real. No longer hiding a thing from the people he really had begun to call his friends. He watched their expressions as Vincent and Gregory flinched and seemed to want to push themselves back into their seats until they were no longer in the room, as if that were even possible. Blaise was standing now Theo went pale and Pansy seemed curious. Out of all of them Theo and Blaise seemed to know exactly who they were staring at. He wasn't surprised about Theo he was a smart guy and very observant as for Blaise it was a bit of a surprise, maybe he was more observant then Harry gave him credit for. He brushed back his bangs slightly giving the glimpse they needed.

"H-Harry Potter?" Blaise stammered silently, and it was then the others seemed more alert and ready for anything.

"Yes, I am the only and only Harry James Potter-Black."

"Black?" Theo asked curious.

"My god father Sirius Black, did a blood inheritance ritual on me when I was but a baby. Guess in a way he wanted the Black line to carry on and so he'd gotten my father to agree to let him do so. However I showed no signs of the Black family heritage until after my… on special inheritance took place. As Draco said the persona's I have are to protect who I really am… from Dumbledore."

"What? Do you expect us to trust you?" Vincent bit out now standing.

Harry gave him a look that had him quickly sitting back down, "I do not expect anything from you other than to listen and interpret how you will of it. If you do not believe me by the end then so be it."

Vincent swallowed thickly as Gregory stayed wisely quiet the whole time, "Now… let's begin from the very beginning shall we? It all started with a fake prophecy and a twisted old fool."

Harry told them of the night Harry's doom was sealed, how an old man had woven tales and lies for a greater good. About man, who robbed him, of his family of a normal life that he should have been able to have. He told them of the relatives who abused him, he left nothing out to make them realize what he went through. He told them of the day he changed, of how he came to be what he was now and how he made up his mind to leave the light. He told them of anything they would need to know to understand that every detail and bit of information was nothing but the honest truth.

When harry came to the end he read each of their body languages and the looks on their faces. He could tell Theo and Blaise accepted it, but the others struggled with it. He noted Draco was looking at him and he looked back at him, seeming to have some kind of conversation between them before Harry comprehended what he needed to do. Physical proof would be more than enough of the pain he'd been through.

"Your right Dray…" He stood up and the others looked between the two before they noted Harry was taking of his robes.

Harry tugged his open back shirt up over his head taking note that Pansy was blushing furiously as he did so. Harry made his wings and tail turn into their tattoo markings once again before turning his back to them. He looked over his shoulder at them and at first it looked like they could comprehend what they were seeing. When Pansy and the others finally understood a gasp ripped from them. Pansy got up and walked over to him her fingers ghosting over the markings on his back as well as the scars that littered the expanse of flesh.

"You said muggles did this? Not only that but muggles who were supposed to be your relatives?" She asked.

Harry nodded, "Yes."

"That's… This is horrible… how could someone do such a thing," Pansy had tears in her eyes.

"Someone who thought I was a monster… a freak in every sense of the word," He sighed.

"I believe you Harry," Theo said softly and Harry looked to him, "I felt something was going on with you during your years in Hogwarts before you vanished. You certainly didn't act like a spoiled child as people kept saying you were. It was odd and I could never place what was wrong, but I like so many others turned a blind eye to it. I'm sorry… you deserve better than how you were treated."

Harry watched all of them nod their heads, "Thanks… I want to tell Ms. Greengrass as well."

"She would have been with us, but her sister called her away for a bit, she will probably be here before the train stops, but by then explaining this would take too long. You might have to tell her when we get to Hogwarts."

Harry nodded, "Then I will… I want you to be there so you can tell her you already know okay?"

They nodded and Harry slipped his robes back on. He put his glamour's back up. His privacy spell still up because of their conversation, but his reasons for his glamour's was to make sure someone who wasn't supposed to see wouldn't be able too if they suddenly showed up when they weren't up to hide him. After that it seemed to return to normal, well as normal as it could get. Harry could tell they accepted it and wouldn't bother him anymore on the subject. Though, Vincent and Gregory seemed to still be reluctant, but acceptant none the less. It was a while longer before Daphne Greengrass Harry told her after they reached the station he'd like to talk with her, with the current company present as well.

It was a while before they reached the station still, but regaling his tale would be to long for the remainder of the trip. They fell into light conversation when they pulled up to the station. The got off and made their way to Hogwarts. Everyone was happily talking amongst themselves except for Harry who was silent. He was getting into character, remembering Evan was a kind student from Slytherin house that liked to help out. Though, wasn't very friendly to the second to the youngest Weasley. Ron had been a prat to him from the first day he met him as Evan.

"They're back," Harry glanced over to see a Hufflepuff whispering to another about their return.

Evan smiled and gave a polite wave, he recognized the girl. He'd helped her once when she'd been bullied when no one else had been around. She blushed and hurried away with her friend and he looked to Draco when he laughed softly under his breath.

"Always such a charmer," Draco said glancing at him.

"Did you expect less? I can't afford to change this personality. Evan plays a role here at this school and until the day Evan is no longer needed then this will continue this way," He whispered back.

Draco nodded, but they all stopped when they were greeted by none other than Dumbledore and McGonagall. The other Slytherins stayed behind Draco and Harry as they all looked to the two adults. Evan gave a polite smile, though it had a bit of timid shyness to it as he remembered that Evan had not long ago gone through a situation that had involved his life having been in danger.

"Welcome, back everyone, all students are gathering in the Great Hall. It has been decided by the Minister that the tournament that was canceled last year will now take place at this point in time," McGonagall said to them, "You shall be joining them shortly and you will return to your dormitory to settle in. Now follow me and we will get the Tournament rules and regulations started."

The Slytherins moved slowly following the women. Harry could only seem to stare at her as he went into deep thought. He remembered her from her younger days. She'd been older then Tom when he'd turned up at Hogwarts in his time. So he'd not met her at the school, but rather in Diagon Alley, when she'd been purchasing spell books. He wondered idly how she would react to the knowledge that he was also Phoenix… let alone the supposed Golden Boy. Shaking his thoughts off he looked around the Great Hall as they entered. His eyes landed on Hermione, Neville, Luna, and the Twins, who surprisingly were sitting all together. Luna not at all caring that she was at a Gryffindor table.

He gave a small wave to them and they waved back with smiles on their faces. Harry turned to Draco, "Hey Dray I'm going to go sit with Luna and the others okay?"

Draco looked over then sighed, "Be careful okay?"

"You worry too much, what could possibly happen?"

"That's what I'm worried about… because when it's you anything could happen."

Harry only chuckled and moved away from the group, ignoring the stares he got from other Gryffindor's. He wasn't dumb he knew Ron's prattling got to some of them. So he didn't let his guard down at all. Harry sat down between Hermione and Luna silently ignoring the death glares from just a few seats down from where they sat.

"Hello M'ione, Luna, Nev, Gred, and Forg," He smiled widely.

"Seems Evan-"

"Has been busy…"

"You must tell us-"

"Just what went on while you were-"

"Away," The twins chorused the last word.

"Busy?" Hermione asked.

"When I get time I'll explain later okay… not sure you'll like what you hear though," He sighed.

"Evan… I'm positive a lot of things won't make me happy, but I promised to be your friend through thick and thin," Hermione said softly.

"Thanks M'ione."

"Why wouldn't she be happy?" Neville asked confused. He was the only one out of their small group that did not know who he was yet. It would only be a matter of time though if that dreamy smirk on Luna's face was anything to go by.

"You'll find out eventually Nev…" Harry said softly as Neville only sighed and mumbled something about always being left in the dark.

Harry liked Neville he was always good natured and good hearted. He'd never seen the boy act out in anger and seemed to always be timid, though had the heart of a lion. He always stood up for something when he felt strongly about it. He just hoped when Neville was let in on the secret or found out on his own that he wouldn't turn on Harry.

Sighing Harry looked up and over at the Headmaster as his voice filled the room before Crouch Sr.'s voice filled the room shortly after. He hadn't missed much of the new school year and for that he was grateful. During his time before being thrust into the past they'd been doing quite a lot of other things since the last school year. Preparing for the party he hadn't even been able to partake in was one of them. He sighed and rested his elbow on the table before resting his head in his hand, complete boredom on his face.

Hermione chuckled and Harry flashed her, a playful smirk. She seemed taken aback by the smirk and he knew his slight changes to Evan's personality, was going to throw her a bit. He couldn't help it when he felt relaxed around the people he cares about. He perked when he heard the regulations there was no age limit, though he was sure if he'd still be Harry Potter there probably would have been one.

They told everyone where the cup would be and that everyone had a chance, however it would be rather dangerous and people would be either severely hurt or even killed which, was nothing new when they involved the tournament with people. It was then Harry realized there were more than just Hogwarts students there.

"M'ione? Who are the other people who are here? I don't think I recognize them," Hermione smiled and started to name off the other two schools that were there.

"Durmstrang and Beuxbatons Academy… they are from other wizarding schools though Beuxbatons is a female academy and Durmstrang is a male populated one," She said to him. "Most females in Beuxbatons are Veela, its why it's so hard for males to even talk to them without tripping over themselves and acting like a fool. As for Durmstrang they aren't special in a blood sense but they do have Victor Krum who is part of the Bulgarian National Quidditch team."

"Ah, I think I've heard of them, they had a tournament last year. I didn't go to it, I was preoccupied with many other things."

"Yes, they did… I went, but it wasn't all that fun Ron didn't make it fun…" She sighed.

"It's to be expected from the prat," He glanced down the table and saw Ron drooling over the Beuxbatons girls.

Harry sighed and noted that everyone had finally been dismissed. Harry gave Hermione a smirk and got up to follow Draco and the others out of the great hall. They would have time before the end of the day to place their names in the cup. Right now he needed to talk with Daphne Greengrass about who he was with the few who'd been present for when he first discussed it. He would need to bring Luna, Hermione, and the twins along though he wasn't sure how they would react to them being there. Sighing he shrugged it off and decided to just go with it for now.

The only place he knew they'd be safe from snooping and nosy people was his favorite place to be. Though, that meant letting people other than Hermione know about it. Shaking his thoughts off he looked over to the Slytherin table and Draco nodded before whispering to the others.

"Come on, if you want an explanation then you best follow me," He looked to Neville, "They'll be back shortly, take care Nev."

With that Harry turned and left, leaving a gloomy Neville behind to think to himself. He knew Hermione and Luna had been dropping hints to him. Everyone else in Gryffindor house thought him to be useless but Neville was smart and Harry knew this well. He would eventually figure it out and to test his theory he would seek Harry out. He knew Neville was no snitch and confronted issues on his own without so much as saying a peep to anyone until he was certain himself. Harry had been dropping him hints ever since, Hermione found out, he hoped it was enough.

Harry glanced back at the group following him at their, own discretion, each group making sure they weren't noticed or being followed. Not that anyone would be following them considering all that was currently going on. Harry was done tip toing around issues, being sent back and living as phoenix taught him to be stronger.

Once Harry came to the secret room no one knew about but him and Hermione, he let the Slytherins in followed by his Gryffindor friends. Once inside he looked to each of them. He could tell none of them were too happy the Gryffindor's were there let alone Hermione. Harry just rolled his eyes and waved a hand to some chairs that were in a corner, creating a circle of chairs. He nodded to some chairs and the Gryffindor's sat without an issues as well as Draco, Blaise, and Theo. Harry's eyes narrowed at the remaining still standing Daphne soon followed quickly not wanting to grab 'Evan's' ire.

"Sit."

"You can't expect us to share this room with a mudblood!" Vincent spat.

Before anyone knew what happened Vincent was held up off the floor by Harry's hand on his throat. His eyes were dangerously narrowed his hand waving over his features as his glamour's dropped with a hissed command. Blue eyes turned to Jade and blond locks turned to black. Long strands still tied in a thick braid, his bangs shadowing his face from Vincent. People who could see him from the side could see the dangerous glint in those Jade colored eyes.

"Hermione is not a mudblood none of her kind are and never will be. I have researched the bloodlines I put my life's work into it, since the day I stopped being who I once was," He lowered Vincent to his feet he coughed and looked at Harry with a pale face of fear.

"Who are you? You are not Evan or…" Daphne paused and didn't say the next name, because she was unsure if she should or not.

"-or Orion?" He looked over at her as he said it for her, "Actually I am them, I created them."

"What sort of being are you?" She didn't jump and say demon or monster like most had to his appearance and he was grateful for that.

"Hmmm, you might not believe me if I told you," He said as he looked at them, "and to answer your first question… as a friend here. They all know who I really am."

Daphne looked to Draco since Evan was closer to him out of the Slytherins, "Evan and Orion are one and the same and the one who pulls the strings hidden beneath glamour's is none other than Harry Potter."

Wide eyes turned to Harry and to prove it he pushed his bangs away from his forehead, "How…Why…" She sank back into her chair, making herself slouch slightly, "I don't understand."

"Hm, let me start from the beginning. Some of you know my story… everyone else who does not, be prepared for what your about to hear and see."

Harry once again relayed his tale from beginning to end. He spared no detail or emotion. He told them all exactly every bit they needed to know. Showing them the long since healed scars he had on himself from living at the Dursley's house. As well as scars from when he was Phoenix. Describing in detail people he knew from when he'd been in the past. Most they knew or recognized including his reasons for not helping the Potter's when he had the chance too.

"So… Dumbledore lied to everyone?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I knew he had been, but when I was in the past as Phoenix I couldn't let the chance to find out the truth to pass me by."

He could tell by everyone's faces they were all upset. Daphne surprisingly took it rather well. He knew she was a neutral witch and was neither pro dark nor light. He was glad to have someone of the neutral party there amongst them. The twins chose then to raise their hands and he nodded to them.

"Why come back-"

"-here when you had the chance-"

"-to live on your own?"

Harry gave a wide smirk, "You mean why, did I create Even?" They nodded, "I created him because at first Tom wanted me there because of my age regardless on if I was smart. However, I had my own reasons later on to be here as to what they are… I don't feel inclined to share them at this point in time just yet."

Luna raised her hand next, "You never told us about what you are Harry. I'm sure quite a lot of us are still curious."

"Ha, sorry it slipped my mind. To tell the truth I hadn't known what I'd been… Ron had been the first to call me a demon or monster and I started to believe him after a while…"

"The Weasel is an idiot," Draco spat.

"Yes… anyways it was the Dark Lord that told me what I was. He had the only known recordings on what most people called me. In the book he had is said I was part of the Dragonian Race. In elvish times they were known as Hakarmaskannar Nost or Hakarmaskannar Hin, which roughly translated means, Dragon Born or Dragon Child."

"How is that even possible?" Daphne queried.

"Long ago in the age of the elves people were known for magical bonds with dragons. More specifically pureblood families, though plenty of other families tried as well, however because of the high risks of bonding, not many families took the risk to bond. They didn't bond through traditional means such as mating, it was a magical core bonding and those who succeeded in completing the bond often had off-spring that resembled more of their dragon heritage… later on they resembled the more human traits as generations produced later off-spring."

"Do you know what type of dragon you are?" Hermione piped up.

"Unfortunately no… they did not keep recordings of families and the dragon's they had bonded with. I suspect they did so to keep the dragons safe… that and the bloodlines connected to said, dragon safe. Very few ever were lucky enough to successfully complete a bond with the most ancient of the dragon race. Though, the Dark Lord thinks whatever dragon I have in my blood had to be a rather powerful dragon… Though, that's just his opinion… maybe even his observation since he'd been studying me for a while. Speaking of which… I forgot to get a hold of that book so you could read it M'ione."

"It's okay I'm patient enough," She smiled at him.

He nodded, "Anyone else, have questions?"

Harry answered questions as they were ticked off one by one from a different person. Even Draco asked a few when he was curious about something or another. Despite what happened when they had all gathered in the beginning, they seemed to get along rather well. Though, this only happened with the explanation Harry had given about squibs and continued bloodlines thinning out enough to produce magical off-spring. It was enough of an explanation that Vincent and Gregory stopped being rude and accepted Hermione as a magical being.

After all the explanations were over Harry found he was more comfortable around the small group. They knew him for whom and what he was now. Even Hermione had found out about his history as Briar Rose. He had explained his reasoning's as well as his justification so as to give Hermione his point of view on the whole matter. He knew she was struggling with his being dark, but she couldn't blame him after everything the Headmaster had put him through. To be honest she was starting to question a lot of things now and she wasn't at all happy with the thoughts. Harry could see it and it was only a matter of time before she abandoned the light as well.

Now Neville on the other hand… Harry looked to Luna who looked straight back at him. That or she had been possibly staring at him for quite some time now. He quirked a brow at her and she just simply smiled that odd dreamy smile she usually had. He had the oddest feeling she knew what was going to happen long before it even happened.

Shaking his thoughts on the matter off he stood and told everyone they should make their way back. Considering they had been gone far too long as it was, people were bound to have noticed the absence of a hand full of students. They trickled out of the room Gryffindor's first before the Slytherins departed several minutes after them to tone down suspicions. They all eventually made it to the room where the cup was and numerous people still hung around it. Ron being one of those people as well as his newly formed group that consisted of Seamus and some other Gryffindor students Harry didn't know, though they looked like they were from a year or so below Ron.

Neville was with them, though he looked uncomfortable and Hermione went over to save him from the terrible group. He smiled thankfully at her and they walked over to Fred and George to sit together. The twins had place their names in the cup and Harry had a feeling Ron had done the same. With that in mind Harry confidently walked up to the cup as he elegantly scrawled his adopted name, Evan Spring on the paper. The spell on the ink, attaching his magical signature upon it as he smirked, to Ron who was watching him like a hawk.

Harry had read about the cup and how it identified names of people to their magical signatures. Since, he was not using his birth name but a alias he had to use a spell to attach his magical signature to the written name on the paper. It would identify that, that name was his as well.

"Don't know why you bother Spring I doubt you will ever be in the tournament," Ron sneered.

Harry looked over to him, "As opposed to you getting in? I highly doubt your less than adequate abilities will have you in the tournament. Leave things such as these to those who can handle themselves in a fight."

"You slimy git," Ron stomped over to him and raised his fist.

Harry caught the first before it even came near his face and his grip tightened slightly on his hand causing Ron to wince and try and wretch his hand back before he broke it. Harry only stared at him in bemusement. His grip still on the other male's hand, and still putting that uncomfortable tightness on his hand, but did not tighten it further.

"You never learn do you?"

Ron growled and threw his other fist at him, which also got caught, "Damn it let me go!"

"Let you go? As you wish," and he did just that, but not before he hit Ron and he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Ron blinked stunned before looking to where Harry was standing, his eyes wide in surprise. Ron had always thought the other would never raise a hand to him. The previous encounters had never had the other male attacking him, sure he had his arm broken before, but he that was different. In that case Evan had simply grabbed him and twisted… this time he had raised his hand and struck him out right.

"You… hit me…"

"Yes Ronald, I did. I'm tired of your games of point fingers and pin blame… your jealous habits and tendencies are tiresome. Plus your miss placed anger has left me no longer tolerant of your babblings. From now on when you raise your hand to attack me I will react in kind and depending on my mood will depend on if I stop myself after one swing or more."

Ron could see the seriousness in Evan's eyes and he swallowed thickly. In a battle of strength Ron was no match for the other male. He started to wonder if he could out smart him then, obviously not thinking that Evan was a highly intelligent person and could easily outwit him as well.

"Che, whatever Spring… this isn't over," He growled.

Harry narrowed his eyes at Ron, "I guess not, never expected it to be with you, you brainless oaf."

Ron went red in the face, but didn't get to do or say anything when Viktor Krum walked in drawing attention to his presence. He placed his name in the cup and looked to Harry and then Ron. Harry stayed silent and relaxed, showing no signs of distress of any kind, while Ron looked caught between surprise at Krum's appearance and his anger towards Evan.

Krum looked at Harry, "Hope to see you in zeh tournament Spring, eh have heard much of you and vish to be pitted against you."

Harry gave a heartfelt smile, "It would be a pleasure to go into the tournament with someone as esteemed as you are. Though, we will have to see those participating to see if that will happen or not."

Krum nodded before walking away, not at all sparing Ron another look, though he did look over to where Hermione and Luna sat with Neville and the Weasley twins. Ron seemed to make a choked sound before his attention turned to where Krum's view was turned too. His face turned from stunned awe to outright loathing. Harry wasn't stupid, he knew Ron fancied Hermione. The fact he'd never said anything was a loss on his own account. Harry shook his head and Fleur Delacour entered the room next with her group of friends.

Harry watched as practically ever male in the room seemed to go week under her aura. Krum seemed to fight it off well, masking it to the best of his abilities as his jaw clenched. It was funny though, because Harry was entirely unaffected by her Veela aura. Since he didn't fancy girls he supposed it was that factor, then again he was also part dragon and dragons were not affected by most types of magic. If they were it was usually because it was elemental magic that countered their own elemental powers.

Harry's eyes watched her and he stayed silent, it was as she was putting her name in the goblet that he took note that she had looked directly at him. He tilted his head slightly in curiosity as he felt the flare of her power. He quirked a brow at her and he could see the confused yet amused look in her eyes.

Shrugging it off she walked out of the room, incoherent sounds coming from the males closest to her that got the brunt of her aura. Harry gave a chuckle and turned to leave after Draco had put his name into the goblet. The look Draco gave him made him raise a brow and Draco seemed to think his words through before her spoke them. This was unusual for the blond considering her usually spouted things out before he thought them through and only after being reprimanded for it later did he change that notion, mostly to keep himself out of trouble most of the time.

"Even without knowing who you are they still want to go against you. Don't you feel nostalgic a bit?" He said lowly to Harry so only he would hear.

Harry thought a moment and then smirked, "Maybe just a little."

Draco chuckled, "Wonder what they would, all think if they knew just who you were."

Harry shrugged, "Well… there are many things that come to mind."

Draco chuckled, "I'm sure some do… do you think anyone who's put their name in the Goblet might get picked?"

"From what I have gleaned from materials I got a hold of on the Goblet… I'd say that those more worthy will be picked… in other words more powerful or knowledgeable. They say the picking is random, but it really isn't. They have to have special qualities not only in personality, but in their magical core to be able to be picked," Harry hummed.

"That didn't exactly answer my question," Draco huffed.

Harry chuckled, "Dray your guess is as good as mine, but judging by what I have seen aura wise. I would say Krum and Fleur have a definite seat in the tournament."

"Why do you think that?"

Harry thought for a moment, "Well I don't know either in the personality area… and their ethics. Their magic however is strong… real strong. If they got enough training in they would be powerful in their own right. However, their reserves would be pitiful against someone like…" He paused and glanced around to see if Ron was still nearby. He was glad he wasn't and was not with Seamus and Dean. "They would be useless against the Dark Lord and Dumbledore… possibly even against the more well attuned Auror's or Death eaters. With training and experience they could at least over power Auror's and Death Eaters in time."

Draco's eyes went wide and looked over at the goblet thoughtfully, "you think that Goblet knows all this?"

"It is a magical artifact Dray… an old one at that. Who ever made it was clever enough to take in many attributes worthy of a tournament such as this. It is highly unlikely that someone say… like Ron or even Neville would be put into the tournament. Though, Ron has a strong moral ground he lacks in common sense and magical affinity. His core is at best a bit below average for a wizard and he is too lazy to do anything of real importance. Neville has the magical affinity, but his wand hinders him in using it. The goblet may not know his wand however, but it knows his personality and ethics, mostly because it is a part of him. Neville's personality would not allow him to be able to participate… the factor for both is certain traits in magic and personality and ethics would lead to their doom before the first task came to a close."

Draco's eyes went wide, "How? Is it because they lack something the cup is looking for specifically?"

"Actually, yes… The cup specifically looks for the strongest personality and magic types. We may not see them in someone, but the cup does."

Draco looked at the cup wearily, "So you're telling me some people have more of a chance then another?"

Harry nodded, "Like I said… I can only guess and speculate, but from what I read it is likely those two will be in it. It always picks at least one from each school and so far all I've seen worthy are very few and out of those few at least one of each can or will make it. In our school however… I can only guess. I don't meet even half of the people here so we can only see who else might make it… It will be a surprise if more than one from one of the schools even makes it to the tournament. "

"That's happened before?" Draco paused and thought, hadn't they talked about something similar to this before? He shook it off and just listened.

"A long time ago, but it has happened."

It was shortly after they'd been given enough time to place their names in the Goblet that Dumbledore came into the room with several other officials and professors. They were all ordered to take seats and to wait patiently though another speech, this time done by Crouch Sr. and Harry couldn't help but snicker. Considering Barty Crouch was his son and currently in the hands of Voldemort's crowed. It was when his eyes landed on the new Defense Against, the Dark Arts teacher that he raised an eyebrow.

The man was someone he didn't know by physical appearances, but the magic was familiar. Since Moody was no longer in the picture of being part of Hogwarts they had to place someone else in the spot as the teacher for DADA. Harry almost laughed out loud and had to hold it back because the only reason he knew the magical signature was because it was Barty's magical signature. Just made to look slightly different because of possibly the ring he had on to hide his real appearance and real aura. Tom had out done himself on this one and Harry was glad of it. At least DADA wouldn't be boring once again this time around.

He wondered who he was supposed to be impersonating now, but his curiosity would be saved for later. Harry watched as blue and white flames rose up from the cup and swirled chaotically before spitting out the first name in a fire blaze. Part of the paper being burnt as it floated down into Dumbledore's out stretched hand.

"The first Tri-Wizard Champion, from Durmstrang, Viktor Krum!"

Cheers erupted from around the room and claps resounded and echoed into the surroundings. A smirk flitted to his lips as Draco looked at him with a smug smirk. He knew the younger male thought that Harry's assumptions of the cups chosen would be more accurate than most. Being proven right seemed to boost Draco's ego just a bit. His attention went to the cup once more as the flames erupted from the cup once more.

"Our second Tri-wizard Champion," He caught the paper and read off the name, "from Beuxbatons, Fleur Delacour!"

Cheers erupted again and Harry could help but laugh under his breath as Draco again gave him a smug look and elbowed him, "It's just a coincidence."

"Yeah… you keep believing that Evan."

Harry chuckled and the cup flared up again, "Our third Tri-Wizard champion, from Hogwarts… Evan Spring!"

Harry blinked, sure he was ecstatic since he really had wanted to participate… but he didn't really think himself all that good. To be honest he'd thought Cedric Diggory or even Angelina Johnson or Lee Jordan would have been good to go to this tournament, mostly because Harry thought so little of his abilities. He should know better though, considering how the cup works. The cup saw him to be worthy of this tournament out of everyone else in Hogwarts, whether that was because of the changes he went through, he knew not.

The cheers in the room made him smirk and he stood up to join the other two champions. It was while he was up there that the cup flared again and he quirked a brow in amusement and looked over to Draco. Dumbledore looked confused and he approached the cup once more. He caught the piece of paper that floated down in his direction.

"It seems we have a fourth Tri-wizard tournament champion… from Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory!"

Evan almost laughed, 'Didn't I just get done thinking that? Well… guess the cup really wanted another challenger.' Harry snickered under his breath and Fleur glanced over at him with a brow raised at his amusement. He shook his head and waved it off to watch the other Hogwarts student come to stand beside him.

"Here are your champions!"

Cheers broke out around the room and Harry looked over to a glaring Ron and gave him a smug look. Somehow he started to feel like his tiffs with Ron were morphing into what he used to have with Draco before everything had happened. However, Draco never got violent with him as with Ron it usually always became violent.

The tournament had been decided and the first task would take place in a few weeks. Harry could feel the excitement coursing through him and he couldn't help but bounce on his toes a bit. He quickly stopped himself and ducked his head to hide his spreading smile as he listened to the last of the announcements of the day.

{A Shadowed Life}

Harry was frustrated, a week had gone by since the cup had announced the champions and during that time Harry was trying to figure out where his dragon had gone too. He couldn't even rouse a response from the reptile he knew resided within him. What more, he was told by Hermione what the first task was. Having stumbled upon it because Hagrid had told Ron and well Ron can't keep a secret to save his life it seems.

He was to be pitted against dragons and Harry needed his dragon back. There was going to be a lot of trouble for him if some of the dragons that show up in the ring are ones he already knew. From what he heard one was the Chinese Fireball and he hoped it wasn't the one he'd severely maimed back when he was locked up. Sighing Harry sat in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room staring into the flames before he closed his eyes and focused on his mind scape. The same one he and Tom had been in when he'd escaped there before his rescue.

Harry stood in his mind scape though it was rather different from before the incident when he'd been stuck there. The place looked more like a labyrinth, but in the center was a large building. Harry looked around and gave pause.

'Wasn't my mind scape like a prison before?' He looked around and stopped to ponder for a bit, 'The labyrinth… kind of reminds me of the complexity of my personas. Is it possible each path leads to a place specific to each persona? If that is the case then finding the dragon might be a bit harder than I thought.' He looked to the building in the middle.

The building was like that of a castle and in the middle of the building was a tower that rose high into the sky. Something in him told him that had to be the place… the only issue was finding the path he would need to get to that point. He looked at the paths before him, each on probably just as treacherous as the next. This was his mind scape and the possibility that he had straps set in it wasn't all that farfetched.

Occlumency was to protect one's mind, but he was sure he hadn't done this. Could his dragon have done it? It might have been possible. Harry tried often to preserve what sanity he had and doing so he had to force each persona to be a separate part of himself. His dragon could have created all of this just to make that wish come true. Without, much though on it, he took a path towards the middle. He wasn't sure as to his reasons why, but it just felt… right. With that he followed the path before him taking him through twists and turns as he ignored paths that diverged from the main path, more than likely they were dead ends. He ran into no problems mostly because even though he felt like he didn't know the layout, in some way he did know it.

After what seemed like a while he wandered up the building, which stood tall and proud. The ancient building, looking as strong a fortress as any before it and to Harry that said a lot, since the only ones he's seen beforehand came from books he'd read. He pushed open the large oak double doors, the sound of the iron hinges squeaking loudly as they protested the movement. Many balconies and doors lined the vast expanse of the building. He seemed to instinctively know what was behind each door and it hit him hard. This place belonged to the main him… all that made Harry who he was and everything that expanded beyond, was the additions to the main Harry.

'This is so strange… I know I didn't make this… but yet I feel like I did. I know what each door holds, I know where each path leads and I know the dangers within everything that surrounds this place,' Harry looked to the stairs that spiraled upwards, 'There… he's there…'

Harry started to ascend the staircase, his emerald orbs taking in every detail. The spiral stairs had no area that jutted off… no area that stood out from the main stairs. It was just an endless twist of stairs that seemed to go on for a long felt no exhaustion he felt no fatigue as he moved on and on without a sound other than the sound of his shoes against stone.

When the stair case came to an end he found himself on an expanse of stone covered in thick clouded fog. It filled the expanse, smoky wisps curling and fading only to emerge once again. Harry looked around, but didn't have to for long when he literally felt the magical vibration that was purely the dragon. Emerging from the thicker cloudy like smoky came forth the dragon's head, though when Harry took on the dragon's form his shift of it was that of pure black and obsidian scales. This dragon that resided within him was pure white in every sense of the word. Even its eyes took on a silvery white color as they narrowed in on Harry.

~Mmmm what brings young, ux Bahamuti to the mind plane?~ The dragon rumbled in a deep yet powerful voice that was not said above a whisper, yet seemed to resound through Harry's very being.

"I have come here because I have not felt you presence, your absence is greatly missed," Harry said truthfully.

~I was placed her by you ux Bahamuti… I was placed her to make way for your human animal form~

"My… wait do you mean my animagus form?"

~Hmm, yes… your pidas~

"I don't understand," Harry admitted.

~Pidas is part of the human covenant… it is the munthrek's sides true animal. As I am the darastrixi side~

"What are you telling me that even though I am both human and dragon, they are considered to be two separate entities?"

~In a way yes… darastrixi and munthrek must come together as one. Until wer kihlek finds balance we will never be as one~

"What is wer kihlek?"

~Munthrek say word is, the center~

"The center… What does that mean?"

The dragon moved towards him its nose coming to his chest. Harry felt no fear just curiosity as the dragon bumped his nose against the middle of his chest. Harry's brow furrowed and he went into deep thought over what the dragon said and hinted before a flicker of recognition filled his eyes.

"You're telling me that I'm the center?"

The dragon gave a toothy grin, ~Ux Bahamuti is correct. Wer Kihlek… is the key. That who tethers two bound in iejir tonopar to become one. Ux Bahamuti is Wer Kihlek is iejir tonopar~

"So I have to bring both together by finding balance within myself?"

The dragon nodded, Arcaniss trial will help to find balance… will give Ux Bahamuti guawysverni tonopar~

"Guawysverni tonopar? Arcaniss trial?"

The dragon paused before nodding as if confirming something to itself ~Munthrek word is Heavens bond. Arcaniss is Magic… Magic trial… Guawysverni tonopar is what my kind call for spiritual bond, bringing two different beings to become one. It is ithquant ascension… in munthrek means Divine Ascension~

Harry simply stared at the dragon, taking in its word of wisdom and that was really what the dragon was. It was wisdom from something long ago forgotten. His hand came up and ran along the white muzzle before him he sighed softly and leaned against that muzzle to gently embrace fingers ran over the white muzzle and the dragon purred under the caress. Harry was only slightly aware the dragon was twining his body around him and himself.

~Ux Bahamuti… your mind is far~

"I'm just thinking… I'm not sure how the tournament will help with any of this."

~Arcaniss trial will help… to pass the given tasks you will have to look within your kornari. The kornari holds all, feels all, and remembers all~

"Kornari?"

~In munthrek it means heart~

"How can a heart hold so much, or know so much?"

~Kornari is Wer Kihlek to all Munthrek abilities. Munthrek arcaniss comes from their Kornari, it remembers, feels, understands, forgives… Munthrek has forgotten much of these do not dwell in ricin and thus they do not find balance within their Kornari. When balance is not found they crumble… Munthrek call falling depression in some cases. Tis where soul withers and loses meaning… many struggle many eorikci to find their balance and few ever find it~

"I always thought magic was an intangible thing, it had no form."

~Arcaniss comes from wer kihlek. Beast came to munthrek and bestowed the mystical regipre… Munthrek word gift… Munthrek would not be able to wield regipre if not for beast of land~

Harry's eyes went wide, "You mean all wizards and witches have beast blood in them and that is why they can wield magic?"

The dragon nodded, ~Ux Bahamuti is correct~

Harry's mind wandered slowly over all that was said. The dragon knew much and he had a question burning in him, "Who are you?"

~I am pliso di irthir vur portam naktar di guawysvern… I believe Munthrek say it as Master of knowledge and gate keeper of heaven… My kind fled from this world long ago~

"Is it okay that I give you a name then? I'm not sure I can pronounce what you just said."

~If Ux Bahamuti wishes it then he shall~

"Okay then… how about Ryu?"

pliso di irthir vur portam naktar di guawysvern accepts this name~

Harry smiled, "Fantastic, I have another question," the dragon hummed showing him to go ahead, "How come you are here then?"

~I can connect to my children, my blood flows within those that bear my blood. Only those worthy of my regipre can hear my call. You Ux Bahamuti have been proven worthy of my regipre many before you have failed to call upon the regipre you are first in many a eorikc. My darastrix kin are aware of your awakening… They are aware of your tonopara chosen ir… Munthrek word… Bonded chosen one~

Harry's face went red, "I wouldn't say he's my bonded one…"

~He is… Ux Bahamuti shares blood with tonopara chosen ir... arcaniss has dubbed the tonopara does Ux Bahamuti not feel tonopara?~

Harry paused, 'Wait… do I feel a bond?' He hadn't thought about it at all he'd practically ignored much of what happened within him and often shoved it aside. Though there were the rare occasions that he thought he felt something, but never quite understood what it was. It was the pull he felt towards Tom at times.

'The one with the power to vanquish the light approaches… Born to those who have been twisted with lies, born as the seventh month wanes… and the Dark Lord will come for him as his equal and they will gain power the world knows not… and neither can die at the hand of the other, for neither can be slain by mortal means… The one to vanquish the light approaches, born as the seventh month wanes…,' Harry thought over the prophecy over in his head several times slowly.

"The prophecy for told this…why?"

Lorsveki do, not always give all answers. Answers come as the lorsveki are fulfilled~

"So… there will be more?"

The dragon hummed, Lorsveki are many… it is possible more may come, yes! When and where is never clear~

Harry sighed as another question popped up, "This is off topic by why are you white and I am black when in my dragon form?"

~Ux Bahamuti is a dark Munthrek yes?~ Harry nodded ~ darastrix houpe… Munthrek word dragon hide,… Is because of arcaniss affinity and blood line~

"Umm does that mean that because my affinity is dark I have a dark hide and pelt? Wait, but you said blood too… does this mean something in my ancestry also plays a part in the color of the pelt?"

The dragon nodded ~Ux Bahamuti is Pidas as well… Pidas is dark as night… blood is old in Ux Bahamuti… many lines form one~

Harry groaned, "There is so many blood lines in the Potter family and since my mother was a witch there is possibly more in that line as well," He sighed, "So my genealogy plays in it too…So dragons with a darker pelt have a darker affinity?"

~In a way yes, but not all things dark as a pitch~

Harry nodded at those words understanding them. To be honest he was glad he was starting to understand some of what the dragon was saying. Even with his language change at some points in the conversation. Though, this conversation also answered many things he'd been pondering over since he'd become what he was.

"Will I be able to still call upon you?"

~It will be difficult Ux Bahamuti… Pidas is a comfortable form for Ux Bahamuti… relates more to Munthrek of Ux Bahamuti… easier to call upon when in danger. If Ux Bahamuti wills it so then yes Ryu will answer call…~

Harry smiled, "Balance right?" The dragon nodded and Harry sighed before running his fingers over his muzzle, "I will do as you say Ryu… I will look for my balance and by then I hope to be able to call upon you and my Pidas readily and without conflict in my being." The dragon hummed softly, "I must go, but I promise to visit you more often… I still have questions I need answered and I feel only you can do so."

~It will be a delight to have Ux Bahamuti to visit once more~

"I forgot to ask… what does Ux Bahamuti, mean?"

~In munthrek means Dragonborn~

Harry gave a faint smiled and nodded; he bid his dragon good-bye and left his mind scape once more. As he returned to the real world he heard someone calling his name. Harry blinked and jerked a bit with wide eyes. For him to not hear anything he had to of been fairly deep in his own mind it was unnerving a bit to know the dragon was that deep into his mind. He guessed it had something to do with the balance he was lacking.

"Evan are you okay?" It was Draco's concerned voice.

"Yeah sorry… you remember my dragon side right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well to be honest when I was in the past… I kind of lost him for a while."

"What?" He squeaked, "Does our lord know?"

"No… I didn't want to worry him," he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "I found out why, but now understanding it all and bringing it to balance is what's going to be difficult. The dragon said the tournament will help as to how I do not know until it happens."

"You talk as if it's a separate entity."

"I feel like he is, but then again that might just be my issue a little bit. It's not just him, but my other personas as well I see them as not being me… as though they are separate. However, he said the human me and the dragon me weren't in balance and that me in general had to tether the two closer together. That is where I feel like is going to be the hardest thing to do… because my heart is in chaos and has been since this all started," Harry sighed.

"I hope your dragon was right… I guess we can only wait and see then."

"Yeah…"

Harry stared at the flames as the rose and fell in the fireplace of the common room. His emerald eyes seeing everything and yet nothing as his thoughts wandered. Draco left him to think and think he did. The start of the tournament is only weeks away and he was to face the first task without his dragon until he could find his center's balance. With the Serpents of Hogwarts back and his inner serpentine dragon missing… things were going to grow more dangerous from here and Harry could feel that there were many things waiting just ahead of him.

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Next Chapter- Whispering Chaos

(Note: Some of the things the dragon says is basically all made up. I wanted something to make sense and created this race of dragon. However, Draconic Translator is something someone else made and I am using it for the dragon language in this story.)

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-Draconic Translator-

Ux Bahamuti- Dragonborn

Pidas- Panther

Darastrixi / darastrix – Dragons / Dragon

Munthrek- Human

Wer kihlek- The center

Iejir tonopar- Blood Bond

Arcaniss trial- Magic Trial

Guawysverni tonopar- Heavens bond

Kornari- Heart

Ricin- Mind

Eorikci / eorikc – Years / year

Mystical regipre- Mystical gift

Tonopara chosen ir – Bonded chosen one

Pliso di irthir vur portam naktar di guawysvern- Master of knowledge and gate keeper of heaven "dubbed Ryu by Harry"

Lorsveki- Prophecies

Houpe- Hide

Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!