Harry Potter and the Trio of Darkness
By: Final Spirit

-Slaughter-

Gazing upon the quiet room, Harry consoled himself with deep thoughts of what was happening around him. This would probably be one of the last days Harry would spend at his Aunt and Uncle's house. After nearly seventeen years of torture and loneliness, it was almost over. Soon he would be rid of the Dursleys forever, and he'd never have to bother with them again.

As if on cue, an impending feeling filled him, as if something dark was on the horizon. But these days, everything on the horizon was dark, so like always, he ignored the feeling. Yet when sleep finally descended upon him later, he wished he hadn't.

Surrounded by darkness, Harry felt the sound of screams echo all around him, sending chills down his spine. He spun around, looking for the source. In the distance, there was a light, a dim one, but a light nonetheless. Running toward it, the screams grew louder and louder, until they filled his head.

Colors spun around him, forming a gruesome scene. Voldemort stood in the center of the room, surrounded by several of his death eaters. Harry almost immediately recognized most of them, his normal lackeys.

Yet, at his feet were two strange beings, cut and bruised, but defiant to the last. Harry looked upon them with awe, for they were like nothing he'd ever seen before. Ancient runes covered their bodies, while their bright gold eyes stared unflinchingly. Both held beautiful ivory hair, the female's long and the male's short. Their ears were even pointed, completing what seemed to be their mythical appearance.

Next thing Harry knew, Voldemort's voice filled his head. "Where is the girl?" he demanded. The two captives merely looked at him, silent and unwavering. "You shall tell me where the girl is! Crucio!"

As their bodies writhed in pain, Harry clenched his fists in anger. Seconds later, Voldemort lowered his wand, breaking the torturous spell. The female looked at Voldemort, rebelliousness shining in her eyes. "We'll never give her too you, or the others either. She'd rather die than be of use to you!"

"Fools!" Voldemort cursed, emanating rage, "I'll find her, one way or another! With or without you!" He raised his wand at them, and still they looked on, courageous in the face of death. Harry cringed as he knew what as coming.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light exploded from the tip of his wand, and both bodies crumpled to the floor. Harry stared at the bodies of the two strangers, who in their last, refused to submit to Voldemort's will. What was so important, that they would die over it? Who were they hiding?

Turning to one of the death eaters next to him, Voldemort signaled one of the hooded figures to unmask himself. As Harry say the face that lied behind the mask, he nearly lost it. Severus Snape stood before him, gazing obediantly at his master.

Making a mad-dash at Snape, Harry merely passed through his ghost-like figure, unable to do him any harm. Harry knew that this was a vision, and that he was unable to Snape any harm, but that didn't stop him from trying. That scum was the one that killed Dumbledore, and Harry would make sure that he'd pay one day.

Swallowing his anger, Harry continued to watch the scene unfold. "What do you wish, my lord?" Snape asked, bowing slightly.

"Take the others and search the house," Voldemort commanded, eyeing Snape with a smirk on his face, "She and the others may still be here. We must find them at all costs."

Snape smiled back evilly at his master, bowing yet again, "As you wish, my lord." Signaling the others behind him, Harry watched as Snape led the horde of death eaters up the stairs, dispersing into the many rooms.

Wasting no time, Harry following hot pursuit. He had to know what Voldemort was after. Who he was after…

Just then, a scream interrupted his thoughts. Running to the source of the cry, he found several death eaters surrounding three cloaked girls. Their faced lied hidden away beneath their cloaks, only their sharp eyes visible to everyone.

As Harry's eyes lied transfixed on one of them, the one in the center, he could've almost sworn she glanced back at him. Her crimson eyes connected with him ,sending a jolt of recognition through him. Somehow…he recognized her. Yet as quickly as her gaze had rested upon his, it was gone, fixed upon the man that walk before her.

The death eaters cleared a path as Voldemort walked up to the three girls, his gaze fixed upon one in particular; the girl in the center. As soon as they saw him, the three cloaked figures raised their wands, pointing them at Voldemort's heart.

"Lilith, my daughter, it is nice to finally see you again," Voldemort spoke in a cold tone, smiling eerily. The girl in the center flinched at the sound of the name Voldemort called her.

"Get away from me you freak!" she shouted, eyeing Voldemort defiantly. Harry could almost feel her fear and anger fill him as she stood there. "Your not my father and you never will be!"

At her words, Voldemort's smile faded, and was replaced with a look of rage, "You insolent, ungrateful fool!"

The three girls quickly raised their wands above their heads, so that all three touched at their tips. The moment they met, a white, lightening-like light erupted from their meeting point, filling the room.

Infuriated, Voldemort muttered a spell under his breath, and slashed his wand upward. A large gash ripped its way through the girl's cloak, her blood splattering on the floor. Harry could see part of the large gash in her left cheek, blood dripping off her chin.

Within seconds the lightening grew, forming what seemed to be a barrier around the girls. Harry saw a smirk appear below the hooded cloak of the girl of the left as with a flash of light, they disappeared.

Voldemort's screams of rage filled the room, waking Harry from his slumber…

Dripping with cold sweat, Harry bolted out of bed as he nervously glanced around the room. It was just a dream…just a dream…or was it?

Thinking back, all of it just seemed so real. He had felt Voldemort's rage, his pleasure; yet strangely enough, he also remembered feeling the girl's emotions too. The one who Voldemort had called his daughter, Harry could sense her as well.

Calling Hedwig over to him, he scrambled across the bed and picked up a torn piece of scroll and his quill. Now the question, who would know anything about this? Hermione? No, she knew just about everything when it came to school, but she was definitely lacking in knowledge when it came to Voldemort and his secrets. Ron? He had a better chance with Hermione than with him. Lupin? He seemed to be the best logical choice.

Grabbing book to put beneath the scroll, Harry began scribbling as fast and as legibly as he possible could. He wanted answers, and he wanted them as quick as possible.

Dear Professor Lupin,

I don't know if you can help me with this, but you're the only one I could think of. I know that Voldemort has been using…what is it now…Occlumency against me, but I had a strange dream last night. The details are a bit strange, but I remember it had something to do with Voldemort and these three girls. I think he called one of the girls his daughter, but that can't be true…right?

And then there were these strange beings too. They looked like creatures from the magical world…but they weren't like anything I've seen before. They tried to protect the three girls, but Voldemort killed them. I'm not sure if what I saw was a dream or a vision, but I just feel like it was real for some reason.

Say hello to Tonks for me.

-Harry

Looking back at the letter, he reckoned it sounded just about right. Tying it on to Hedwig's foot, he petted her on the head softly. "If when you come back, I'm not here, go back and stick with Lupin," he whispered, "I'll see you again…hopefully." He opened the window and watched as she flew out and into the horizon.

By the next night, Harry had already packed up the remainder of his belongings into his suitcase, and had it set next to the door. He'd decided that even though he still had a couple of days until he turned seventeen, he wouldn't be staying there that long. Soon, everyone would come looking for him, and he wouldn't give them the pleasure of his company. He had to go at this alone.

Pointing his wand at the trunk, he muttered "Locomotor Trunk," beneath his breath quietly, causing his suitcase to float a few inches of the floor.

Slowly turning the knob, Harry pushed the door open, careful to avoid the creak of its un-oiled hinges. Using his wand, he guided the trunk down the stairs and over to the doorway. He slid his Invisibility Cloak out of his suitcase and over his shoulders, carefully pulling the door open and guiding the suitcase onto the porch.

He closed the door and turned around, and taking a deep breath. This would be the last time he would ever see the Dursleys, but then again, he never liked them anyway. Blood hell, they'd probably even throw a party when they found the note he'd left them in the morning!

Just as he was about to step into the drive way, he heard a slight crack as someone

apparated behind him. But before Harry had a chance to draw his wand and turn around, the wizard whispered "Petrificus Totalus."

In less than a split second, Harry was unable to move; an invisible statue. Fear raced through his mind as he pondered his fate. Had he fallen into another of Voldmort's traps? Was this the place that he was destined to die?

All of a sudden, a familiar voice gave a hearty laugh behind him. "And now where did you think you were going?"