Delfim: Hey I am back.
Lust: And before we attack the chapter we attack the reviews.
Delfim: Don't say attack, say we will answer the reviews.
Lust: Same thing.
Delfim: No it's not. So anyway let us go into some reviews. Now starting off many people have been complaining about me doing a bashing of McGonagall for not behaving like a teacher and I will still do a good Snape. Think about the characters they represent in the series: Snape represents that unjust teacher we all complain about while McGonagall is the severe yet fair teacher. The problem is that while Snape performs his part perfectly, to the point that you actually hate him sometimes, there are inconsistencies with McGonagall. Now when I said that I would bash her, I had the fic planned differently. After a bit of thinking, I will resolve to her being more neutral with some moments of bashing.
Lust: And just because Snape is nice, he might have his moments too.
Delfim: And again with the sword. I know, I could have fought of many swords but this one matches the style I want Harry to have: swift and powerful. Frostmourn, as much as I love that sword, is not a swift sword. I have a preference for elegant and light swords, I still think that the coolest sword ever is Sephiroth's Masamune. But if you really want something original, go play Sengoku Rance.
Lust: You need applocale for it.About Harry's relationship with his mother: well you will find out. It's not good to spoil things.
Delfim: And now I address this guy in particular: PaC. When I first read your review I was like WTF? But then I read it carefully… That was pretty insightful, and pretty funny as well. She-who-knits-small-hats! I guess we all have our Dark Lords.
Lust: And I don't know If I myself can believe that Japanese used tentacle porn to escape censorship, nor that Lilith was the first scaly girl, but that she was cast down due to not wanting to do it only in the missionary position is pretty funny.
Delfim: Finally, I kind of mix the myth with what I would prefer of it, so it fits my story better. About Ginny in the dark forces, now hear me to the end… personally I hate cannon Ginny, she is the iconic prince charmed fan girl. I don't hit hard on the boyfriends and stuff cause it is normal in our puberty to date a lot and it was a sign that she was leaving her childhood crush. Instead she comes back, like a boomerang, and I didn't like it. Still I have seen some amazing good Fanfic Ginny so I might be persuaded to do it with enough people agreeing. Soon to it.
Chapter 4 Is it really you? Stepping into Hogwarts
The reaction of everyone was different: most students whispered, some not really caring about the name while the purebloods sneered, thinking it was another 'mudblood' to fill the halls. Bryan immediately went quiet. He had heard that it was possible that his brother was still alive and was going by the name of Harry Darkray.
The teachers had a far different set of reactions: McGonagall was looking at the crowd, hoping to see the long lost child. Severus sneered, the thought of another spawn of James to haunt the halls making him sick. Quirrell looked around confused at everyone as Lily grabbed Sinistra's hand tightly, the younger teacher whispering calming words. Sprout looked spooked, looking around nervous Dumbledore bended just that little bit forward and looked around, trying and failing at not looking too hopeful.
Harry smirked at this. The reactions where priceless, but he couldn't wait to see when they finally saw him. "Wait here." He whispered to Sarah, who nodded at him. He then walked slowly up to the stool, the gasp from Lily and the indignant shout of "It's HIM?" from Potter made his smile more wicked.
Albus frowned at the pose of the young boy that walked towards the stool. The way he walked was reminiscing to a lord or at least a pureblood heir, something not unexpected but still not very welcoming, as that type of behaviour often came from those who believed in blood supremacy… the followers of Voldemort.
Curious about what the kid believed in and if he was a threat, Dumbledore slowly sent a legillimency probe towards Harry… only for his mind to be pulled out of his own body and into a large stone room, barely lit except for a very grand golden throne that stood on top of a few lance of stairs, where Harry himself sat, laughing at him.
"Dear Headmaster, did you just try to enter my mind? I could bring this to the board of directors, you know?" asked Harry in a coy manner.
"How did you do this? The level of skill required to do this is…"
"My mom had me work on the arts of the mind since I was very young. She believed that the mind is the ultimate sanctuary and to violate it's to violate the person itself." Said Harry.
"Your mother?" asked Dumbledore surprised. "Of who do you speak off?"
Harry shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk. Such rude manners. You tried to invade my mind so I will ask the questions here." Harry then conjured a glass with a dark red liquid and started sipping it. "It's funny what you can do in your own mind. You can create whatever and taste whatever, but even if you are hungry, it will never sate you… So tell me, why did you try to probe my mind?"
"Harry, please tell me who has been teaching these things to you, it's for your…"
Suddenly the wall to the right of him exploded inwards, making Dumbledore take a few steps back in defence, only for the wall to reconstruct. "I think this is enough to show you whose mind this is. Now I am the one asking questions, not you, so let's try this again, headmaster, why did you try to enter my mind?"
"Harry…"
"It's Mister Darkray to you. I do not know you well enough nor have given you permission to treat me so informally, now answer my question. I am losing my patience here."
"Ha… Mister Darkray, I was merely checking to see if you would cause any trouble in school."
"Perhaps, but such methods are forbidden you know?" asked Harry. "You can't just jump into the mind of anyone you please, you never know what secrets lie there... However I feel quite generous today, I will let you walk out of this one scorch free."
Before Dumbledore knew what was going on, his mind was thrown out of the place and left back in his own body, at which point he realized that Sprout was pulling on his arm. Turning to her, he saw the worried face that she sported. "Are you alight? You went completely blank for a few seconds."
Dumbledore looked at the kid, who had reached the stool and was smiling at him, putting Dumbledore to a new level of unease.
Lily was shocked. The same kid that had been talking with her, the first one to actually make her smile and feel better in a long time, the one who had flirted with her… was her son… her baby Harry!
"This is your son? Wow talk about Extreme Makeover." Said Sinistra. "He looks nothing like Bryan… except for maybe the colour of the hair, and even then…"
Lily ignored Sinistra's words. Her mind was in shut down right now and wouldn't reboot. Then she tried to get up, Her mind set on rushing to her baby Harry.
"What are you doing?" asked Sinistra as she grabbed Lily and pulled her down. "You can't go there!"
"It's my Harry!"
"Yes, but he might not know!" said Sinistra with increasing difficulty as Lily fought hard to get out her grip. "You can't just throw yourself at him you will kill him with shock! Wait until after the feast!"
Mcgonagall was staring at the child in shock as well. She had seen Bryan and would have never guessed that this was his long lost brother, as they looked nothing alike. It was then she saw the cat. "Mister Darkray, why did you bring that cat here? Shouldn't it be with the rest of your bags?"
"You assume I would treat my dear friend as luggage." Said Harry as he softly scratched Thyme's head, which had her purring and bending her head slightly to allow him more room. "She is too important to me to just leave her with the luggage, so I brought her with me. She is here at my responsibility."
Leaving a teacher who had a feeling of unease towards him, Harry sat down on the stool and the hat was put in his head. Just as the hat was about to go into his mind, he was pulled there to the already mentioned dark room.
"And again someone tries to enter my mind!" said Harry with a smile. "What is it with people today and the invasion of privacy?"
"How in the… kid, I don't know how you do this, but you have to allow me to see your mind so I can…"
"Run and tell the Headmaster?" asked Harry. "Well in your case is wait for the Headmaster and tell him, but it would lead to the same thing. No I don't think so."
"But kid!"
Suddenly the hat burst into flames, screaming at the pain as he slowly turned to ashes only for the flames to disappear and he was still intact.
"My mind, my rules. Now here is how this is gona go. You will put me in Slytherin…"
"But Dumbledore said…"
"Dumbledore said? You realize I could use your words to frame the Headmaster of not one, but two transgressions today: invading my mind and interfering with the sorting. I have read the school charter of rules my friend, I know what it entails. So are you gona put me in Slytherin, as per my request, or I won't let you out of my head! Choose."
"You can't keep me here, empty threat!"
"Is it?" asked Harry as he stroke his chin. "Are you familiar with the concept of Tulpas?"
"No, what does it entail?"
"Tulpas is a whole life that is created by our brain." Explained Harry. "An entity that is created on our brain and through a lot of trying we can hypnotize ourselves to believe it exists. The thing is… that is the muggle version of it. I… on the other hand…"
Then a cloud of green light formed right next to the hat, spinning and distorting at high speed, shrinking in size until an identical hat flopped on the ground.
"Hello, my creator, it is nice to be born." Said the new hat.
"What trickery is this?" asked the sorting hat, scared.
"This is a tulpa, created in my mind and given real life by my magic, this hat could be injected into your body and take your place." Said Harry with a wicked smile. "Now I am a person that likes to give second chances, my dear hat, I do! So here is the thing: will you or will you not sort me into Slytherin?"
"I…"
"If you even say any other letter except of an S when you start speaking, I will pull you back in and put my new friend there." Said harry pointing to the head.
"And I would do a far better job than this old wriggly hat." Said the new hat.
"Okay, fine you won! I will put you in the Slytherin!" said the hat, scared of the idea of actually losing his body.
"Good boy!" said Harry. "There might be hope for you yet. Now off you go!" said Harry with a smirk.
Suddenly, the hat found himself back in the hall, where Mcgonagall was asking him if he was okay.
"SLYTHERIN!" yelled the hat.
Lily covered her mouth as she heard the name while Sinistra did a sound reminiscing to "ouch!" Dumbledore frowned again while Snape sneered harder. Harry slowly walked towards his seat, leaving a sad looking Mcgonagall. Sarah joined him halfway and went to sit, something that was spotted by the headmaster. "Miss you haven't been sorted yet."
"And she won't." said Harry. "She is here as my personal bodyguard."
Dumbledore frowned. "There was no mention of a bodyguard in your letter, Ha… mister Darkray."
"Of course not, I do not have to tell you I hired a bodyguard nor why, and the Hogwarts chart says that I have the right to have one."
"You should have warned me if you thought such was necessary." Said Dumbledore. "I can assure you she won't be needed. Hogwarts is safe from any outside force."
"Let's hope it is. If it isn't… she is my trump card." Said Harry as he sat down with Sarah on his side.
Dumbledore didn't like how things were going. Harry seemed far too prepared and far too mature for a kid of his age. "Severus, please escort Harry to my office after dinner. There is must to discuss."
Snape nodded before focusing a glare on the boy, who ignored him as he was whispering to Sarah.
"Keep your guard up, they are making very dangerous moves… we might be able to exploit some." Said Harry.
"Yeah, or they might exploit us." Said Thyme. "Now they know you use occlumency and that you know the rules."
"Yes, but they don't know what else I can do, and that gives me the advantage. As long as I keep them in the dark about my skills, they will think of me as a very… unique 11 year old."
"Yeah keep dreaming." Said Thyme. "That and Dumbledore will fly in his underwear. Get real. They will keep a close eye on you!"
"Perhaps." Said Harry. "But I can deal with that."
"Ano… why is that man glaring at us?" asked Sarah as she pointed to Snape.
Harry turned to look at the man before shrugging. "The fuck should I know, never met the guy."
"Can't you read his mind?" asked Sarah.
"No." said Thyme. "We are already exposed enough. Don't enter his mind."
"Thyme is right, entering the mind of a teacher is a bit too much. I'll just have to find out why." Said Harry while turning to the other students, only mildly interested on the sorting.
Meanwhile, Ron was whispering furiously to Bryan. "Your brother is a slytherin!"
"I know! I can't believe he was sorted to Slytherin." Said Bryan.
"What is so wrong about being sorted into Slytherin?" asked a confused Hermione.
"What is so wrong?" asked an incredulous Ron. "Slytherins are evil!"
"Don't be absurd, how can all of them be evil? That doesn't make any sense!" said Hermione.
"My father said the same thing." Said Harry.
Hermione had a cocky smile. "See, Harry agrees with…"
"He said that slytherins were always bad. They are all dark wizards, we can't trust them."
Hermione stared at both of them in shock before groaning and turning towards the sorting.
"Daphne Greengrass"
Harry saw the blond girl from the boat sitting at the stool. He took a peek at her core and snickered.
"What?" asked Thyme.
"First follower spotted." Said Harry. "The girl has tasted darkness, its taint exist within her core, all I got to do is get her on my side."
"And how are you going to do that?" asked Thyme.
"… it might be more easy than you would think." Said Harry as he smiled. "Her mind is not as protected as the teachers. She has a desire for more power and independence, and I see a lot of pain…"
"A person in need." Said Sarah with a smile. "Another one who shall seek the warm embrace of darkness."
"Yes. I might just have to give her a little push." Said Harry.
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Even better." Said Harry.
"Tracy Davies!"
The brunette from the boat walked up to the stool.
"What about this one?" asked Sarah.
"She too has been touched by darkness, but she is more reluctant. She is just following her friend and fears that she will fall too far." Said Harry.
"So we just have to put her mind at ease." Said Sarah.
"Not quite." Said Harry. "We have to prove to her that Darkness doesn't mean evil or dementia, but a real and proper way of magic like any other, and that she too can learn how to wield it. But I am confident that I can coerce her into it."
"Let us hope so, master." Said Sarah. "Do you have your eye on anyone else?"
"A few." Said Harry as he turned to look to the Hufflepuff table. "Susan Bones, her family name is not for joke, they were among the first necromancers and I think I might be able to bring that part of her out." He then turned to Gryffindor. "That muggle girl is getting more and more appealing, just break her and she will embrace us. Plus that Longbottom has a pretty powerful core, as repressed as it is." He then turned to look at the teachers. "And Lily Evans, who can forget her. She is definitely an interest of mine: her core is powerful and by the way it is held, she has a great amount of control over it. Those amplified by darkness… I can barely resist the idea of just trying to corrupt her right here."
"Do try to keep it under control." Said Thyme. "No need to get us into trouble."
"I won't." assured Harry.
The sorting continued and Harry was a bit disappointed that no other person had stood out. Dumbledore then got up from his chair and said "And now, four words before we eat our feast. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."
And so the plates were filled with food, though Harry wasn't eating, focusing on those four words.
"You are awfully quiet, what the Headmaster's stupid words got into you?" asked Thyme in a joking manner.
"Those four words may have more wisdom than we first see." Said Harry, gathering the attention from Thyme, Sarah, Daphne and Tracy who had sat down in front of him. "I think he is referring to how the four houses see the others."
"What are you talking about?" asked a confused Tracy.
"Nitwit: the house of Ravenclaw is known to be filled with the smartest wizards and witches, so they see all the others as just that, nitwits. Blubber is a word used to describe someone fat, which may be Gryffindor's vision of other houses, with them being the more athletic and braver house. Oddment is from sewing and if memory does not fail me though it just might, it refers to a bit of leftover cloth that was too small to be anything but insignificant, which is Slhytherin's normal vision of others as far as I heard. Finally, when you don't fail in any of the former categories, you fall in Hufflepuff, the house of the humble. They see the 'excesses' and not the 'virtues' of the other houses, being a far more stable house. So they believe that the others need to be tweaked. That is what I think he is referring to."
Tracy looked at Harry like he was nuts. "Or perhaps you are overthinking it." She offered while Daphne snorted.
Harry laughed. "Perhaps, who knows I might just be overthinking it… but it's better than to think that the man in charge of our lives is a lunatic." He then turned to the food and his face distorted in disgust. "Oh no."
Daphne and Tracy were confused at his sudden change in mood while Thyme and Sarah snickered quietly. Harry however, looked like he was seeing something awful as he stabbed his meat with his fork and pulled it up a bit, seeing a small line of "Grease… so much grease." Said Harry as he put down the meat. He then cut it and shook his head. "It's raw in the middle. Look it's pink."
"He is very picky with the food." Explained Sarah to Daphne and Tracy. "He has been to many parts of the world and tasted all kinds of dishes, but developed a bit of a picky mouth. This place is about to receive a major critic."
"There is no salad, no vegetables…" said Harry. "Ah there they are." He said as he pulled a bit, only to frown. "Tomatoes should not have this white foam on the inside… oh no. And what's with the… you know what, I'm done I can't eat this." Said Harry as he pushed the plate away.
Sarah looked at Thyme, who nodded. "Master, I will be right back." Whispered Sarah as she got up and left the hall, leaving Harry to wonder where she was going.
Around the same time, Daphne pushed the plate away as well. Harry raised an eyebrow at her, getting the short answer "You are not the only one that likes good food."
"… You know what, you guys are right for once." Said Tracy as she too pushed the plate away. "The meat is too tough and the chips are dripping with grease. I hope it was a mistake that the elves made today."
"… A mistake?" asked Harry. "In the first day of school? To a school, the first day is one of the most important days: it's when the students first meet the school, first impressions and all that, which are not helped by bad food."
Harry turned to look at how the others were taking it. Apparently the Slytherin table was the only one with reason to complain, as all the others ate their portions happily while showing no sign of disgust or repulse while in the Slytherin table everyone complained silently about the food.
"Well that does it, either someone hates us, or it was really a mistake." Said Harry.
Just then, Sarah returned with 3 boxes. "Master, perhaps you would like this better. I made this before we left and asked Thyme to put some preserving charms on it, so it should be good."
Harry raised an eyebrow before he made a gesture for her to show him. Sarah sat beside him, put the boxes on the table and opened them. Inside were grilled steaks on one of them, a Caesar salad on another and white rice on the last. Harry took a bit of the meat and analyse it.
"Nice colour, tender meat, the seasoning smells good." He took a bite and nodded. "The flavour matches." He then took a bit of salad. "Fresh, vibrant…" He took a bit of it before getting some rice on his plate and tasting it. "Nice… very nice." He then turned and rested his hand on Sarah's head, petting her softly. "You have done well, Sarah."
Sarah simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, something that made Harry chuckle before he turned back to his new meal… only to see Daphne and Tracy looking at it. Both had different expressions: Daphne tried to scold her face away but her eyes stayed on the food while Tracy was openly gaping at the food. "If you wish, there is enough for us all." Offered Harry.
Daphne looked sharply at him. "Why would you offer it?"
Harry shrugged. "We are all hungry and neither are going to eat that… thing." Said Harry pointing to the school food. "Besides this is more than enough from me, better to share."
Daphne frowned. "If you think you can buy us off you can just buy us off with food you can guess again right Tracy?"
"This is really good!" Daphne turned incredulous to see Tracy eating happily. "This is awesome. By the way, name is Tracy."
Harry chuckled at her behaviour. "Well Tracy, my name is Harry. May I ask for your name, miss?"
"You can call me 'Don't even Think about it', cause I am not going to just break over some food." Said Daphne as she crossed her arms only for her stomach to growl. She blushed embarrassed until she saw a plate filled with food being pushed towards her.
"Here, better to quench the beast than letting it growl." Said Harry. "Besides what are you so afraid of? I am only offering you food that I and your friend have eaten. I won't ask anything that you are not willing to give, I promise."
Daphne looked uncertain to the food before looking at him. Then she reluctantly pulled the plate towards her and started eating, making Harry smile.
"HEY DARKRAY!" Harry turned to see Malfoy screaming at him. "What are you eating? If you have food there, you share with the rest of us!"
"I am sharing it already with this two stunning girls which actually belong to our team." Said Harry, making Tracy giggle and Daphne snort. "Beside this is my food, you want it, you better show some manners and ask for it nicely."
Malfoy fumed. "Fine, I didn't want your food anyway!"
"Good, because I don't think we would have enough to share with you anyway, four people eating here already…" at this Thyme jumped from Harry's shoulders and took a bite of the steak in his plate. "Scratch that, four people and a hungry cat."
Tracy cooed at the cat. "Is he yours? What's his name?"
"Her name…" said Harry with a big ass smile while seeing Thyme glaring daggers. "Is Thyme and yes she is mine."
"Huhum." A voice came from behind Harry, making him turn to see the Headmaster standing behind him. "May I know what you are eating?"
"Certainly. We are eating my bodyguard's fine cuisine after being terribly disappointed by the school's food." Answered Harry, is tone dripping with hidden venom. "Speaking of that, I would like to make a complain: just look at this food, some looks rotten, the meat is tough and raw, this might be poisonous for all I know."
Dumbledore looked and agreed, with some shame, to the state of the food. "I can see your point, Ha… Mister Darkray."
"I wouldn't give this to a festering swine!" said Harry. "It was then that my bodyguard, Sarah, as presented us with her alternative, which as you can see, was a success here."
"It wasn't that good." Stammered Sarah.
"Isn't Sarah the best?" asked Harry with a smile.
Dumbledore was a bit out of his element. He was not used to someone acting in such a… relaxed manner in his presence. He was a bit unsure at what to say. "Hum… after seeing the state of the food, I will allow you and your friends to eat the… alternative."
"Oh most gracious of you to allow us this pleasure." Said Harry with a smirk. "However shouldn't you be checking with the kitchen staff? Such blatant disrespect cannot go unpunished."
"hum… disrespect?"
"Yes, disrespect. As I see no complaints from the other houses, I can only assume that this was done on purpose to attack the Slytherin house, something that shouldn't be allowed." Said Harry. "So you do your work as a headmaster and check this incident. If this is to become a routine, I want to know so I can mail some real food here."
"That will not be necessary, mister Darkray." Said Dumbledore quickly, thinking of the backlash that would provoke if people knew a kid actually had to ask food from outside of Hogwarts because their own was not up to standards. "I will have a talk with the kitchen staff. Meanwhile, I would like you to accompany Professor Snape to my office after your meal is done, as we have some things to discuss."
"Does this pertain with my schooling?" asked a concerned Harry. "Is there something wrong in the papers?"
"No, no I am afraid that it's a bit more delicate than that." Said Dumbledore as he turned and walked towards his own seat.
"First day and already called to the Headmaster's Office?" asked Tracy with mirth.
"I could use the vulgar and overused excuse that I am irresistible…" said Harry with a smirk. "…but since we are talking about a man more ancient than the dinosaurs I would like to believe that that isn't the case."
Tracy blew out in giggles while Daphne snorts at his humour. Tracy decided to continue the game "And what if that is really the case?"
"That is what my dear Sarah is here for." Said Harry as he draped his arm around her shoulders. "To protect me from evil old man who want to get in my underpants, right Sarah?"
"I will not fail!" said Sarah with a smile.
Tracy laughed again while Harry restarted eating. Daphne coughed a bit and said "Any idea why he wants to talk with you?"
Harry smirked. "Concerned, my dear? No need, I am sure that I will still be here tomorrow."
Daphne got red in the face and yelled "PRAT!" after seeing that she got the attention of everyone, she turned away before saying in a much lower voice "I was just curious…"
"Ok, well I have a few ideas." Said Harry as he finished. "First I am, for all effects and purposes, a foreigner since I have lived most of my life on other countries and almost never stepped in the British islands. On another hand, it might have to do with my bodyguard and base rules she will have to follow while here. There are many reasons, really, I can't be sure."
"Why did the new teacher looked so surprised at seeing you?" asked Tracy.
"Well… it might have to do with the fact that I have met her before but was never able to fully give her my name, it might have to be because she finds me roguishly handsome, and it might also be because I am her long lost child."
Tracy snorted. "Yeah right, if you were her long lost child than you would have been Bryan's…" her face then took a strange look as she seemed to look closer to him and then Bryan… then back to Harry… then back to Bryan… "No…"
"Well this is a discussion for another time, I am sure." Said Harry as he got up, Sarah rising up with him. "But I must meet the headmaster. See you, enjoy the rest of the food, it's yours."
He then walked towards the door, where professor Snape was awaiting, Thyme nesting on his shoulders again and Sarah following behind, leaving two girls to stare open-mouthed at his back.
Tracy was the one the broke the silence. "You don't think he was…"
"I think so…"
"…So he really is..."
"Yes…"
"…THIS GUY IS AWESOME!" yelled Tracy with a maniacal grin, making Daphne face-palm.
Meanwhile, Harry followed Snape, who didn't even spare him a glance. Harry didn't care for his teacher's lack of talking as he was going over what he should do. He wasn't naïve enough that he didn't know what this was about: this was the time they would try to convince him to go back to the Potters, something that did not sit well with him at all.
At one point, Thyme jumped from his shoulders to the ground. Harry turned confused to her, which prompted the Potion Master to say "We can't keep the Headmaster waiting."
"One minute." Pleaded Harry as he turned to Thyme. "Feeling up to a bit of exploring?"
Thyme nodded without speaking, not wanting to give Snape any ideas. Harry nodded. "Fine, but you better be here when I am done with the Headmaster." Thyme nodded and left. Harry turned to Snape and said "Well, let's not keep the man waiting!" HeHe
Snape sneered and walked away. They soon reached a gargoyle in the middle of a hall. Snape yelled to the Statue "Pixie trixies." And the gargoyle moved.
"Pixie trixies? Isn't that those multi-coloured little flying marbles?" asked a filled with mirth Harry.
"The headmaster has a bit of a sweet tooth." Replied Snape coldly. "Now are you just going to stand there and laugh or follow me to meet the Headmaster?"
Harry extended his arm forward. "After you." Snape only sneered before going up harry and Sarah following right behind him. They soon reached a door where Snape knocked. "You may enter Snape." Came the Headmaster's voice from the inside as the door opened.
Harry stepped in the office and looked around. The office was gigantic, with silvery artefacts flying around, some broken, some were okay, but all of them were either spinning in the air or trembling on top of something. There were rows and rows of books there, all neatly put in their shelves, making Harry wonder if Dumbledore was a book-aholic or something. Next to them, sitting on a stool and facing them, Fawkes seemed to look deep into Harry's soul, as if searching the darkness that lay inside… creepy. On top of some shelves, the Sorting Hat was laid gently by Dumbledore. In the middle of room there was a big secretary with some notes and papers scattered on top of it. There were four chairs around: one of the headmaster, big and grand, while the other three were just normal wooden chairs. Sitting in one of them, Lily seemed to try to hold back from running to Harry and hug him.
"My lady!" said Harry with a smile. "Oh so nice to see you here. For a moment, I thought I would be stuck in a room with people I don't know except for my own dear Sarah. How are you?"
Lily didn't answer, being torn between the need to hug him and the idea of berating him for flirting with her, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Harry seemed to look confused at her behaviour.
"Are you alright my lady? You seem to be very quiet tonight." Harry walked up to her and grabbed her hand softly. "My lady?"
That did it, she raised up from her chair and rushed to Harry, hugging him with all her strength. "Wow! Okay…" said Harry as he tried to maintain a juvenile tone. "This normally doesn't happen till way down the date line, but I ain't complaining."
"Huhum!" muttered Dumbledore as he sat down in his chair. "Perhaps it would be better to explain things to Harry, Lily."
Lily nodded and let go before sitting down again. Harry then asked, not making a move to sit down "So why is Lady Evans hugging me all of the sudden? Not that it isn't nice, but it is kind of… you know… sudden!"
"Perhaps you could sit down and you would know." Muttered Snape as he too sat down in one of the free chairs.
"Snape…" warned Dumbledore before turning to Harry. "Please sit down Harry, there is much to discuss."
Harry raised an eyebrow but walked forward as if he was about to sit down. Then he pulled a chair and told Sarah "Here my dear."
"Thank you." Replied Sarah as she sat down.
Harry then turned and seeing that all chairs were occupied, he muttered "Well, what now?"
"Oh let me handle that." Said Dumbledore as he made a movement of wand and a comfortable chair appeared. "There you go."
"Thank you." Said Harry as he sat down. "So, what is the reason for such an invitation to your office, Headmaster?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Well, Harry…"
"Mister Darkray to you. I will not allow such familiarity with you headmaster." Replied Harry.
"Come on, Harry, I think as headmaster…"
"You are to show complete impartiality, and calling a student by his first name is not impartiality." Replied Harry. "Now what is the reason to make me a target in this school?"
Dumbledore was confused. "Target?"
Harry sighed. "You really don't know much about a kid's mind do you? If someone is called to the headmaster's office he is either a teacher's pet, which is not good socially, or is a delinquent, which will attract only the worse kind to me. Do you see it now, Dumbledore? You are basically making me an outcast in your own school."
Dumbledore frowned. "I don't think it is that bad…"
"For you, it isn't." said Harry. "You are not on this side of the question. But it does not matter. What is it that you want to talk about?"
"Well, I would like to known if you have always been a Darkray." Said Dumbledore.
Harry frowned. He knew that there was no way to be gentle about it and keep his independence. "I might as well be." Said Harry harshly, making others look at him, confused. "What? You thought I didn't remember? I know what you are playing at, Dumbledore."
"Harry, if you know then you know as well that you must return…"
"Return to what? To torture and pain?" asked Harry, ignoring the horrified face of Lily. "No thanks, I am not a masochist."
"No, we were not suggesting…"
"Yes you were, you said return." Said Harry. "Since I only have memories of being a punching bag before I was a Darkray, then I can only guess that that's what you want me to return to."
Dumbledore sighed. "I agree that it was a bad choice of words. Harry I am not telling you to go back to the Dursleys."
"Oh good." Said Harry. "I really didn't feel like taking a beating anymore. So what are you talking about?"
"Harry, you have family in this school." Said Dumbledore with a smile.
Harry adopted a thinking pose. "I don't think so. I don't know where Chaos is, Merydia I know she ain't here, Sheva is in Russia, those three are still in America, Nanshe is in Portugal, Liam is in Greece, Melina is in Japan with Sari and Kiluaji, I know that those four are in Africa, I have one or two in Spain, and that's not counting with cousins and such… you know what, it's safe to say that I have family everywhere, but none here in England."
The rest was quiet at the amount of family that he had. "Yes well… I was talking about your birth family."
"I do not know what you speak of." Said Harry. "The only other family I know of is the… what did you call them, Dursleys? I don't know, they never allowed me more knowledge than that I was a freak. So what family do you speak of?"
Dumbledore sighed. "Perhaps it is better to start from the beginning. Do you know of the Dark Lord that terrorized England?"
"No." said Harry. "I know of a Dark Wizard that terrorized England, he went by the name of Lord Voldemort I think." At Lily's and Snape's shudder, Harry said "Are you two cold? Perhaps we should rise the temperature."
"What do you mean Dark Wizard, Harry?" asked Dumbledore. "Voldemort was a Dark Lord."
"Only from an English perspective." Said Harry. "I have been in some countries where they believe that such man was actually just a more powerful Dark Wizard. I have heard tales of true Dark Lords across the globe and those really gave me the chills. Did you know the one of the Devil King Oda Nobunaga?"
"Huh… no I don't." said Dumbledore.
"Now that is one Dark Lord." Said Harry. "But it is unimportant for this discussion. You were saying?"
"Huh… yes about Voldemort…" said Dumbledore. "Voldemort one day attacked a family with the sole intention of killing their offspring…"
"Makes sense." Said Harry. "A family with no offspring is a dead family… wait only the offspring?"
"He would eventually kill the rest of the family, if it wasn't for one incident…"
"Ha…" said Harry. "Let me guess, you speak of the Potter family."
"Yes." Said Dumbledore with a smile. "As you seem to know, young Bryan survived the killing curse that night."
"Yes, according to many books he raised from the ground, levitating thanks to his enormous power, and stroke down Voldemort with a blast of pure magic that vaporized the dark wizard." Said Harry.
Lily was confused. "What books?"
"You don't know? They are sold in France, German, Bulgaria and other zones of the globe. They tell the tales of Potter against dragons, outmatching clans of vampires, wrestling with trolls, oh the wonderful tales of Bryan Potter." Harry's sarcastic reply did not sit well with Lily at all. "I actually think I might still have a copy of one of them. Sarah?"
"I don't know, give me a bit." She then got up and left the room running. She returned in a few minutes, panting. "They… were starting to… carry the bags to… their respective… dormitories… but I was able to get… this…"
She then passed an orange book with an image of a young wizard of black hair with his back turned to the reader while casting a shield charm against the flames of a huge red dragon. The title read "Bryan Potter Against the Hell Wyrm." "Thank you Sarah… Oh I remember this one, according to the writer, this is a side story that happened in between his first and second major books. It happens when one day Bryan wakes up and decides he wants to eat a dragon egg omelette. Thus he went to face a wyrm to get it and not just any wyrm, cause Bryan doesn't do thing half way, but a Hell Wyrm. It is funny for a fiction book." Said Harry as he twirled the book.
"MY SON DID NO SUCH THING!" yelled Lily.
"My lady, I assure you I don't really believe the book. All that I am trying to say here is that there are a lot of people that do and the only people that do know the truth have made no declaration that these books are fake. It was never my intention to upset you."
"Who wrote those books?" Asked Lily.
Harry got thoughtful. "You know… I am not sure." With that, he looked at the book. "It says here Rita Skeeter, though to be honest I don't know much about her. She started writing these books around a decade ago… I think… Sarah was it a decade ago?"
"More or less sir."
"Thank you Sarah."
Lily turned to Dumbledore. "You got to do something!"
"Yes, and better be fast." Said Harry. "The last time I checked, they were on to their fifth book. Not counting side stories like this one."
"DUMBLEDORE!"
Dumbledore raised his hands in a surrender sign and said "I shall speak with Skeeter in the morning." He then turned to Dumbledore. "I do wonder if these books ever speak of a twin brother."
"Sometimes." Said Harry surprising the others. "I mean there are the Twins Rock and Brock, they appear on book two, and there is Heckel and Rackel, the twins who help Bryan through it all. There are a lot of them."
"No, I meant Bryan's twin." Said Dumbledore.
"… no." said Harry. "As far as I know, and I only read a few when I was younger, there are no mentions of Bryan's twin. I could be wrong, I am not a big fan of the books. Quite frantically, I didn't even know that this Bryan was the same as the one in the books."
"Yet you brought a book of that collection." Said Dumbledore with a smile.
"Well, I wanted to joke with Bryan about his name coming in a book." Admitted Harry. "But you spoke of a twin, Bryan has a twin?
"Yes, at the time, protections were cast onto the Potter family… protections that only supported three people."
Harry was quiet for a while, not in shock, but for dramatic effect. "I see where you are going with this… and I can only say that… this won't work."
This got a frown from Dumbledore as Lily turned to him confused. "So you don't recognize yourself a Potter?"
"… I might have been Bryan's twin once, of that I will not deny…" said Harry. "But I am no more. I am Harry Darkray." He turned to Lily with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, there is no easy way to say it…"
"No…" muttered Lily softly, tears once again threatening to spill.
"… it's just that…" Harry was trying to find the right words. "… when I look at you, I see a bright, wonderful woman I would love to know more of, to spend time with, but I just… don't see you as a mother… at least I don't see you as my mother."
Lily broke down crying, which prompted Harry to hug her while whispering soothing words. Dumbledore was frowning. "So you would ignore blood?"
Harry frowned as well before he detached from Lily. "… I hate that." Said Harry, surprising the others. "I hate that everyone gives so much importance to blood. So much importance to such trivial things." He then cast his eyes down. "My mother, Elektra Darkray, found me in hell, rescued me from there, and accepted me not only in her home, but in her family." He raised his head again, this time with a smile. "She raised me, she taught me her way to see the world, she made me who I am… I love her… She… is my mother."
Snape was watching this silently while pondering what he heard. The child was much different than he expected. He expected some arrogant prat that the moment he knew he was a Potter would either start demanding stuff or behave like his prick of a father. This is much different… and not in a bad way.
Harry then got up and turned away from Dumbledore, with Sarah rising from her chair. "I believe there is nothing more to discuss."
"Wait." Said Dumbledore, making Harry turn to him again. "If you won't return to the Potters, would you like to at least be resorted? Say Gryffindor perhaps?"
"… No thanks." Said Harry. "I haven't had enough experience in the house of Slytherin to just move away. I want to see if Slytherin may or may not be the right house for me."
"But Ha… mister Darkray, every Potter was a Gryffindor…"
"I am not a Potter, so I don't see how this is relevant." Said Harry.
"Well, okay how about the fact that there are some… people in this house that might not be the best?" asked Dumbledore.
"I heard a young sir giving the same speech." Said Harry. "He of course, was a bit bolder, even calling me a mudblood." Lily gasped at the term while Snape cast his head down, imagining just who said it. "Back then, I made a cut in my own hand to prove there was no mud in there, but I guess you have a different argument."
Dumbledore was at a loss. This kid was different than what he was used to deal with. His actions, his words, they were all erratic to the old man. So he knew he would have to be careful. "Well… as we spoke before, Voldemort terrorized the entire Britain. He amassed quite a few followers…"
"Yes yes, I do not see how that pertains with me being in Slytherin." Said Harry.
"Well… most of the former followers of Voldemort still live in our society…"
"Something you should blame your current magical leader for. I think you have a Minister of Magic, is that correct?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Ignoring that last comment, some of their heirs are attending this school… most were sorted into Slytherin…"
"I see…" said Harry. "So you believe I would be safer in another house."
"Yes, that is exactly it." Said Dumbledore.
"That won't work." Said Harry. "As you said, most were sorted into Slytherin, not all. If I change now, some within another house might get suspicious, start digging up and finding out I am Bryan's twin, which would bring even more problems. Besides, in whichever house I may be in, they will still exist in the school, it is useless to think otherwise. Should I change school too?"
"No, that won't be necessary." Said Dumbledore.
"Then changing house won't be either." Finished Harry. "Well, it is late, I still have to go look for my cat and go to sleep. Good night to you all, Heamaster, Professor Snape, My Lady." Harry bowed to each, Sarah imitating him. "I bid you good night."
"Hum… yes, Professor Snape will take you there." Stammered Dumbledore.
Harry turned to Snape and bowed. "Thank you, Professor Snape."
Snape just got up and said "Follow me." He then walked out of the office with Harry and Sarah right behind him, leaving the office in silence. Lily then got up, her hair hiding her eyes.
"Lily…"
"I will see you tomorrow for my first day as teacher." Said Lily without turning to him and walked out of the office.
Dumbledore sighed as he rubbed his eyebrows. A dry chuckle reached his ears as he turned to see the sorting hat, looking at him filled with mirth.
"Give it up, Dumbledore. This kid is not the same as Bryan." Said the sorting hat.
"He must return to the Potters. Bryan will need his help."
"But Dumbledore… what if he doesn't want to help?" asked the hat.
"..." Silence reigned on the Headmaster's room.
While this happened, Harry walked alongside Snape who was deep in thought. Finally, he broke the ice saying "You are not what I expected."
"…oh? I assume you have some issue with my supposed birth father." Stated Harry.
"You assume correctly." Answered Snape. "James Potter is a despicable man…"
"And you assumed that I would be the same." Finished Harry. "Which considering how his real son acts, you might have a point there."
"Still, you are not what I expected. You are awfully polite for a 11 year old."
"My mother is always telling me that." Said Harry with a smile. "And yes I realize just how… different I am, but this is how I am I suppose."
They stayed quiet for a little while until Harry spoke: "I'm sorry for whatever my… former dad has done. I know it might not mean much, I don't consider them family, but sins of the father and whatnot compels me to apologize."
Snape looked at him from the corner of the eye but said nothing. They continued quietly until a flash of black rushed towards them at high speed. It jumped towards Harry, who grabbed it with a smile. "Well well, Thyme, you look like you have seen a ghost!"
Thyme had her fur completely up and her eyes were wide. She didn't even speak, just continued to look back. Harry frowned a bit at that and put her on his shoulders. He turned to Snape and said "Not to be patronizing, but after everything I need a bit of rest."
"… understandable." Was the sole word from Snape.
They went down the stairs and into the dungeons. Inside, they reached a wall with nothing in it. "Pure-Blood." Muttered Snape. The wall then moved and opened. He turned to Harry and said "This is the common room, where the entire Slytherin house rests and sleeps. No member of another house may ever step in here am I understood?"
"Crystal." Said Harry.
"Good." Snape then walked inside the common room, which was luxurious with many couches, tables and statues of snakes. Green seemed to be the only colour besides a bit of silver, as there was green almost everywhere. The stone walls made it look like they were in some form of cave, which made Harry wonder what would happen if a claustrophobic went to Slytherin. Snape then took him to the stairs. "Girls are to the left, boys to the right… and about your bodyguard?"
"She shall sleep in the same room as I, to keep me protected." Said Harry with Sarah nodding.
Snape made a short nod of understanding before whispering "Listen well, what Dumbledore said is correct, many children here are sons and daughters of Death Eaters and you not having a pureblood name might give you some trouble…"
"That is what Sarah is for, sir." Said Harry with a smile.
"…so be it." Said Snape as he left.
Harry kept smiling as he left. "He is a good guy… just a bit short of words…" he then walked up the stairs with Sarah following him. He looked up and saw that every student had their own rooms, with their names on top. He went to search for his own until he found it. "Bingo, Harry Darkray." They got in and after closing the door, Harry put down Thyme and said "So what happened?"
Thyme turned back to her humanoid form and hugged Harry deeply. "It was awful! I went to check what was on the 3rd floor and… at first I saw nothing, it was too dark… but then I saw a form move and before I knew it I was facing a Cerberus!"
"A Cerberus?" asked an excited Harry. "In here? How big is he?"
"Big! Like Big enough to eat you in one bite."
"Ohohohoh! That sounds great! Imagine mom's smile if we got her a Cerberus that big?" asked Harry.
"Probably would have kissed you madly before taking the dog for her own spin." Answered Sarah.
"Hello! Traumatized kitten here!" yelled an irritated Thyme.
Harry smirked. "There there." He then started to softly pet Thyme's head, making her purr in delight. "You have done a great job here, was there anything else there?"
"You think I looked? There was a giant three headed DOG in front of me!" yelled Thyme.
"Okay, okay. It's just… I only ever read of Cerberus, since they have gotten so rare nowadays, and their main role is as guardians… Let me release the others." Harry went to his bag and opened it. "Yo Merydia, Valera, you can come out!"
It was a bit weird to see two woman crawl out of the bag, but Harry was too focused on his mission. "Merydia, you know more about the creatures of the world than I do, tell me of the Cerberus please."
Merydia was a bit confused. "Cerberus started to be demonic entities guarding the gates of hell and hunting crew of the demons hordes, capable of setting their own bodies aflame and having a high pain resistance. They existed like this until one of them escaped from his masters and came to Earth."
"A time at which the Dark Mother found him." Continued Harry while sitting down on bed. The others were curious at where this was going and sat down as well to hear it.
"Yes. She bred with it slowly turning the generations of demons into dark creatures, giving them the ability to breathe a true dark smoke that could melt diamonds. For a while they were a powerful addition to the dark side…"
"Until the time of the would-be Quentol Daikos." Continued Harry.
"Yes."
"Wait would-be Quentol?" asked Valera. "What do you mean, what happened?"
Harry sighed. "Not everyone selected made it to Quentol. Daikos was an honourable man that was born in Greece and got strong under the influence of the Dark Mother… just not powerful enough. His older brother, Daimos, became a champion of the light with the ability to tame and control magical beasts. He turned the Cerberus against his own brother, who wasn't expecting it. Daikos died before he could become a Quentol."
"And the Cerberus?" asked Sarah.
Harry looked at Merydia who continued "Well, after capturing the Cerberus, Daimos realized that if he died, the creatures would go back to the dark forces. So he eliminated both the taint of Darkness and the Hellish side of it and ordered the death of those who he couldn't turn. The result is today's Cerberus, with no form of magical ability."
"Wait, no magical ability?" asked Thyme. "You mean I was scared of an overgrown defenceless puppy?"
"They are not defenceless." Said Merydia. "The jaw is still big and strong enough to kill a man in one bite, and they still have an unusually high pain resistance. You could cut off his paw and he would still be fighting."
"Interesting." Said Harry. "How fair their numbers?"
"Not good. The bigger number is a small reserve in Greece with up to 6 of them. The light has no more use for big guard dogs it seems."
"Well Dumbledore seems to have." Said Harry. "No one would put a Cerberus in a school without a very good reason, and the best thing that Cerberus do his guard, their ancestry is all about guarding something, whether the gates of hell or the stuff of a meddlesome old coot. So here is my question… What is he protecting?"
"Worry about that later." Said Thyme. "I need petting!"
"Oh my poor little kitty." Said Harry with a smile. "You were so scared about the big bad dog… I think that tonight you may need a more… delicate touch."
Thyme smirked. "You mean…"
"Yes, you can have your fun with Merydia and Sarah, just do it in the bag." Said Harry.
"Not Valera as well?"
At Valera's 'eep', Harry answered "No, me and Valera need to talk a bit."
"Oh! Okay." Said Thyme before turning to the other two. "Two are good enough for me. Let's go, girls night!"
The other two laughed as they followed Thyme into the bag, who then closed behind them. Harry then turned to Valera, who was very nervous. "It's okay, Valera, I just want to talk."
"Really?" asked Valera.
"I won't force you to do anything that you don't want to." Said Harry.
"Well… what do you want to talk about?"
"First, I wanted to apologize for my mom's timing. It's not the first nor do I think it's the last time she will leave me blue balled… come to think of it, it is the first time she didn't treat it right there and then."
She blushed and looked away. Harry put a hand in her shoulder. Once she was able to turn to him again, he said "The second thing is that I assume you found the smithy inside the bag…"
"Oh yes I did!" said Valera, now much more excited. "It's great! It has everything I need." She then looked a bit more reluctant to continue. "But I… I only got acquainted with it, so I haven't created anything yet."
"You don't need to push yourself." Said Harry, making Valera turn to him. "I don't need you to bring me new stuff every weekend or something, create at your own leisure."
"… really?" asked Valera, visibly happier.
"Yeah. Like I said, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." Said Harry.
"Then… there is something I have in mind." Said Valera.
"I'm all ears." Said Harry.
"Well, I noticed that your magic is the only long range weapon you have, the sword is more of a close range."
"Close to middle range actually, magic can do some pretty good stuff in a blade, but you were saying?"
"I think you need another weapon for a more long range scenario." Finished Valera.
Harry pondered a bit. "I'm all for it, but what do you have in mind?"
"Not sure, I am studying different weapons and see what I can come up with." Said Valera.
"Okay, sounds good." Said Harry. "I like that idea. I normally prefer close range fight or using magic, for sure, but I know a thing or two about long range and guns, and if needed I can learn quick."
"Okay, I guess I have a project now." Said the girl with a smile. "It's great to finally be able to say something like this and not mean money."
Harry chuckled. "I suppose it does. Now if you ever need anything, just say so."
Valera got incredibly nervous. "Can I… can I sleep with you… not s-s-sex, I mean just sleep!"
Harry smiled. "Sure, I think those three are having their own fun right now anyway."
Valera smiled widely while Harry got up to dress for the night while thinking: A Cerberus in school, guarding something for the same old coot who is trying to get me under his thumb, while dealing with a long lost mother and brother and death eater's wanabes… this might actually be quite fun!
Author Notes:
Delfim: Done done and done!
Lust: No sex? What's wrong with you!
Delfim: Didn't felt like it, so yeah, there you guys have it.
Lust: Classes start next, what is it going to be.
Delfim: I don't know if I pointed this out, but I have only seen the Portuguese Harry Potter and because of the way we say stuff, some of the words might not sound the same as you guys say or write it.
Lust: You should see it in Brazil: the Houses of Grifinória, Corvinal, Lufa Lufa and Sonserina, now you try to guess which house is which!
Delfim: So I am sorry if I misspelled any name of a place or person.
Lust: This fic is based more on the movies than the books though there will be stuff from both.
Delfim then gets a phone call: What?... oh okay, I will finish it here. Delfim turns to audience: Yo guys, Elektra has another lesson from you right here! Enjoy:
Teachings of the Dark
"Hello everyone!" yelled Elektra as she walked in. "I was happy that most of you tried to do your homework but you don't really think like a Kadan. It's alright, I was shocked at their decision to, at first."
"The Kadans took a lot of time with Chaos to decide what he must be. Keep in mind that this is decided when he is still a child, but they still took two weeks. Finally, they came to the conclusion that Chaos should have been a Quorin, more specifically and surprisingly, a healer. This is due to two factors: One, they believed that Chaos ability to use magic while effective could lead to him becoming too arrogant if he was to be a Pasheras and would either abuse of his own power or become to pig headed about it, or even both; Two, minotaur's medicine is not as advanced as it's human counterpart, often being barbaric and painful. They believed that Chaos magical skills put to use there might have done more good for the minotaurs and kept his ego at a reasonable level."
"This ended when my son forced his way into a battle, using his magic in an unexperienced way that ended up killing not only the enemy, but some of the minotaurs as well. It was then that the Kadans decreed him a shemlen, forever to be a dark mark on Minotaur archives."
Elektra sighed softly. "I always get depressed when one of my children just… doesn't … I don't even know how to put it right now, let's just go on…"
She then pulled various images on a board. They were all of different tentacle monsters. "Perverts beware, we are talking of tentacle monsters, and what a gigantic universe this is. The truth is that there are so many species and types of tentacle monsters, you could write a bible about them. From plant to animal, from ghost to mechanic, there is no field that the tentacle monster cannot invade or become part of."
"Some know of the tentacle monsters as nothing more than simple rapists, which may not be far from the truth, but there is a reason for it. The average span of a tentacle monster is 10 years, 5 of them being spent in maturing, 4 of them to spread their seed and the last one they lose their sexual capability and just slowly die. With a life span so short, it's not like they have the time for romance. Especially because only 1 out of 9 rapes from one of these lead to pregnancy. You can see how desperate one can become."
"There are, of course, some exceptions: the Door Keeper for example can live for as long as there is magic and don't have sex at all. They reproduce in death, which means that when there in no more magic in a place, the Door Keeper will suicide himself and turn into small black spores, which can easily attach themselves to clothes, fur and others. These spores remain inactive until they reach some place with enough magic for them to live."
"Another one is Krudder, while his birth species had that small life span, my gift to him made him live longer, and is now onto his 342th birthday! Impressive isn't it?"
"Now here is your homework for today: I will give you 4 major types of tentacle monsters. I want you to tell me how they fight, how they capture and how they rape their victims. Let's see how many know their tentacles: Plant-based, Mechas(metal enhance or created from), Animal, Slime. Here you have it. I will see you guys on the next teachings of the Dark!"
Peace Out.