Chapter 3: Dismantling His Dark Armor

An eighteen-year-old Harry Potter, better known as the 'Black Knight' was walking in the Town his eyes passing from woman to woman. His men had finished killing the men of this tribe and the women were being gathered up for collection along with the food. Harry was still disgusted at the amount of female slaves they needed. The men that worked for the Black Lord did not seem to have his level of control.

Harry's sixth sense kicked in and he spun to the left. He wasn't fast enough and the knife hit his neck, and slid along as if his neck was made of metal. Harry grabbed the hand holding the knife and stared into a pair of chestnut eyes that were glaring defiantly back at him. His eyes were cold as Ice normally, but this girl caused them to melt suddenly. Harry stared down at her for a minute before his eyes seemed to ice over once more.

He grabbed a rope and tied her wrists together and then tied the rope to his belt and glared at her.

"Don't piss me off." He said calmly and waved back to his men and waited till they were done. He started along glancing occasionally at the girl walking demurely next to him wondering at her sudden change in attitude. Harry shrugged it off deciding to not look a gift horse in mouth.

Hermione Granger was shocked. The Black Knight had let her live after she had tried to kill him. He was a legend, unstoppable and He seemed to kill with such ease. His eyes had made her shiver at first but she had almost started to shake when they became so…warm.

The two walked in silence in the midst of the men and the slaves and continued along until they reached the estate. Harry had led them all in and placed her with the rest of the women. The Black Lord had chuckled and looked at Harry.

"So, My Black Knight...Have any of these women caught your eye? Would you finally accept my offer of a concubine?" The Black Lord had asked him his black eyes shining with amusement. When Harry responded they widened in surprise.

"Yes, I want that plain one there…with the brown hair and eyes." Harry had said simply and The Black Lord slowly nodded.

"Alright then, she is yours." He had said and Harry took the girl by the rope and led her away and into the Hall. He walked her to his suite and pushed her into the room closing the door behind them. It was about 7:00 and dinner would be brought in soon.

Harry had settled himself on the bed after removing his coat and Hat and placing his sunglasses on his bedside table. He was supposed to have prescription glasses but when none could be found his eyes had suddenly readjusted themselves and he didn't need them anymore.

Harry watched her as she stared at him her chestnut eyes boring into his own and he felt his walls dropping again and he growled angrily.

"How the hell do you keep doing that?" He said as he stared at her his eyes looking deep into her soul as hers did the same to him. Harry had blinked suddenly as he felt her thoughts. She was staring at him in awe of what was going on. Harry had tried to bring up his walls but she was there sitting in his mind. Her presence was like a warm touch that brushed feather-light across his senses.

Harry was amazed at the feeling and he couldn't stop himself as he looked at her in shock. "Do you feel that too?" he asked softly and he stared at her as she looked up at him and nodded dumbly. Harry just shook his head slowly and then stood and lifted her into the bed.

"I will be back in a moment, wait here." He said simply and then walked out of the room. Fifteen minutes later he returned carrying two large trays of food and handing one to her as he settled himself on the bed next to her and began to eat quickly continuing to watch her and then put his plate down and leaned against the headboard.

As he watched her finish he noted her fatigue and told her that it was time to sleep. He rolled over onto his side and she was to sleep on the other side. Facing which way she chose. He lay and listened to her drift off to sleep. He was basking in the feel of the touch on his mind, drawing in any warmth he could fearing it might go away if he went to sleep.

It took a little time but eventually sleep over took him and he drifted into a fitful rest. His mind began to dance with images and sounds as it did every night. There were Screams, the sounds of breaking bones, gunshots. He could hear voices screaming at him to stop it and he looked like he did when he was four.

He had started to cry when something different happened a pearly figure appeared in the dream with him and took him into her arms holding him close and the images and sounds slowly faded away as he relaxed into the feeling his body curling against hers as he grew into his normal self holding her against him.

In the bed Harry had rolled onto his back and Hermione had curled against him her arm going across his chest as his wrapped around her and they both settled.

In their minds they spent the night dancing across Harry's Memories and glimpsing at Hermione's. She was a rather ordinary teenager for this age. She had worked with her mother and her father assisting them as the helped people with injuries.

Harry was amazed at the way she watched his memories and didn't flinch away from him or become disgusted. He noted at how she seemed to take it all in stride. Too soon for the teenagers' liking the night was over and they had both awakened.

Things would follow an odd schedule for the next 6 months. Harry and Hermione would act the role of master and slave. She would bring him food and spend the nights in his arms. The nights were more helpful for the boy than the girl. His nightmares wouldn't come while she was there.

Harry had returned from a rather dangerous mission two days late with a badly cut arm and a wound from his shoulder to his hip. Hermione had burst into tears while working on his wounds and Harry had looked up at her shocked for a moment.

"What's wrong Hermione?" he asked softly looking at her. Harry was shocked by her response.

"I love you, I thought I had lost you when you didn't return on time and it made me realize that I love you, that I couldn't live without you." She had said softly as she finished tying the bandage off. Harry had turned to her and kissed her softly before replying.

"I think I already knew that…I knew that I loved you when you saved me from my own mind." Harry had said simply and then he looked at her with a smile and then he pulled her close allowing her to finish crying.

She punched him lightly and chuckled. "Don't you dare die on me Mr. Potter." Hermione had said softly before holding her close. "If we're all going to die I want to be in your arms." Hermione said softly before burying her face in his chest.

Harry and Hermione had grown remarkably close over the next year. Harry had been noting the way that the Black Lord had been acting and feared the worst. When he returned from the raid and entered his room he was worried.

Hermione was gone, and Harry didn't know where to look. Harry had walked into the throne room to see something that would haunt him to the day he died. Hermione was lying dead in the corner of the room her body was broken and the Black Lord was smiling.

"Sorry, I broke her you can get another if you wish." He said and then trailed off as he saw the look in his Black Knights eyes. When he gestured his guards forward he noticed that they looked terrified.

Harry had finally felt something other than Love or Emptiness. Rage consumed his body burning his soul. His shields snapped up and His mind seemed colder than it normally felt without her touch. Harry growled and drew the long sword he had started to use when the rifle ammo had stared to run out without the factories to replace it.

A strange Power filled his senses and he launched himself across the room in the blink of an eye and threw the Black Lord upon the floor and growled at him. The man looked up in shock for a moment before smiling.

"I see, you loved her didn't you? Oh well I suppose that's too bad…" The man laughed and that was the last sound to leave his lips as his head fell from his body. Harry got up and looked at the guards.

"You are to leave! Every guard, slave, and warrior had better be out of her in the next hour or else." He said and the two men ran to tell the others. Harry lifted Hermione's body into his arms and walked out of the room leaving his blade by the body.

Harry walked away from the Manor in Little Hangleton for the last time as the body of Thomas Riddle Jr. still lay cooling in the room that used to be his place of rule. Harry walked for weeks heading steadily eastward until one day he came across the sea. The sun was rising on the sea as he stared at the girl in his arms.

By this point he had wasted down and his clothes were dirty black rags. His skin had paled and He was waiting for death to come. He knew the time was near. The scene of his death unfolded once more the scream, the death, and then the surge of violet light as the spirit tore from the body and hurtled out into space.

Author's Notes

Well, there you have it the second chapter, and second half of Harry's back-story. I pity poor Harry, having to be trapped under my pen. Oh well, R&R if you will.

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