The Four Steps to Hell

Chapter 5: But my Child, Do Not Forget

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Let your memory stay,

Losing it won't keep the demons at bay,

Forget not,

They hell they wrought,

Nor the anger you felt,

Or the pain of each welt,

Forgetting the damned won't help you,

Cause if you do,

When the time for revenge comes, you'll forget who,

Brought this upon you.

-Corvus Nyx

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After about twenty minutes of crying in the fetal position, he was pulled out of the basin by the doctor. Standing next to the doctor was Major General Nyx. He was standing in black slacks and a white button up, long sleeve shirt.

"Harry," Nyx said, touching Harry's shoulder. Harry wasn't even look as he moved his shoulder from Nyx's grasp. Harry was sniffiling and mumbling to himself about forgetting.

"Harry you can't just forget,"

Harry snapped out of the fetal position and locked his emerald eyes with Nyx's sapphire eyes that had an odd ruby tint. "Why can't I forget?" Harry demanded.

"You just can't Harry, the past is important," Nyx's features softened.

"No, it isn't" Harry said defiantly.

"When your past makes you into who you are, you can't forget it, or you'll forget yourself," Nyx said, trying to make the boy understand.

"Then I'll forget me," Harry said.

"Why would you want to do that Harry?" Nyx asked him.

"Cause' no one wants me, so why should I?" Harry informed him as if it was common news.

"Harry, Harry, Harry. You are young, but you must understand, that just because there are a couple of bad people, doesn't mean they all are. There are others who unlike your uncle, will want you." Nyx told him honestly.

"Name one," Harry said.

"Me, I want to adopt you. But I can't adopt someone who has forgotten who he is. Especially if this boy, would end up being my son and the sole heir of my family. An heir who has forgotten himself, simply cannot run a family when I'm gone," Nyx said, and smiled as he saw the surprise spread on Harry's face.

"You, want me to be your son?" Harry asked, new tears forming in his eyes, and an expression of pure disbelief. This man wanted him, but why?

"Yes," He said hesitantly at first, before his eyes became a deeper red, and his expression more sure, "yes I do,"

"I, I" Harry stuttered, "I don't know what to say,"

"Well, it is up to you of course. You would have to change your middle name and last name. Family tradition is that we call our kids by their middle name, and quite frankly I am not calling you James Nyx." Nyx told him, trying hard to lighten the child's mood.

"I can change my name sir, just tell me what you want it to be," Harry told him.

"Are you sure you want me to adopt you?" Nyx asked, a bit unsure as to whether he should adopt the boy.

"Yes, I am," Harry excitedly told him.

"It will cost you some blood, and an adoption potion. You'll still have your parents blood, you'll just have mine too. Your features might change some." Nyx told him.

"I am sure," Harry said, causing Nyx, now blood red eyes to sparkle with happiness.

"You'll have to be trained the same way any Nyx, family leader is. Are you sure that's what you want? To be worked hard until you can't really move out of exhaustion," Nyx asked the young boy.

"Yes sir, I can take it." He told Nyx.

"Alright, Doctor may I take him from here?" He asked the doctor.

The therapist who was watching the situation was in utter shock, this man had turned his hardest paitent around in mere minutes. "Er, yes, yes you can sir,"

"Thank you," Nyx took Harry's hand and lead him back to his quarters where the potion was.

"Alright, let's work on a name first, I have the adoption papers filled out, all I need is a drop of your blood on it," Harry was then handed a knife and the paper, which he stared at for a minute. He noticed on the paper, the adopters signature was Griffith Luther Nyx. He figured that meant everyone called him Luther. Harry then stared at the knife, which had a moon on it and stars, he took it to his hand and pricked his finger with it. He then let the blood drop on to the paper.

"My name, is Griffith Luther Nyx, and I am now your father by National Wizarding Law." Luther told him. "Your name, from this day forth, shall be, Harold Julian Nyx, if that name is okay with you." Harold, er, Julian nodded.

"It is okay with me, sir," Julian said.

"Well, sir is a start," mumbled Luther, "I am the Major General of the United Nation of Wizards army. We are the national security of all things magical. As of right now, there is a period of peace, thanks to you. We were going to be going in to deal with the Voldemort problem, had you not defeated him."

"Magic? Magic isn't real sir." Julian asked confused.

"Magic is real Julian. Both of your parents were magical as well. There are whole governments of magic throughout the world. However, they all must answer to the few regulations that the UNM gives them. We have the most powerful, armies, politicians, everything. The Nyx family head, has been in the UNM's army for years, although, we are based in America. We are dark; I mean our founder's name was 'Corvus Valac Nyx', which means, 'Raven Demon of the Night.' Most of us take it as meaning the Black Demon of the Night. You will be trained to fight both politically and literally because our family takes that legacy seriously. We are of the Night and we are Knights ."

"Who is Voldewart sir?" Julian asked.

"Voldemort." Luther stressed the MORT part, " He is an evil dark wizard, who terrorized the British Ministry of Magic for years. The Brits kept telling us they could handle themselves, we never believed them, but indulged them anyways."

"Why isn't he a threat anymore sir?"

"You, Julian, you killed him the night your parents died,"

"So, what we hit him with the car?"

"The car?"

"My aunt and uncle said my parents died in a car crash,"

"Well, they lied then, Lily and James Potter, died while fighting to save their son, the one destined to destroy the Dark Lord Voldemort, You. About two seconds after your mother died, Voldemort's spell that should have killed you rebounded and killed him." Luther told him.

"Oh," Julian looked quite dejected.

"If you can give me another three drops of your blood, I'll let you go to bed, while I mix up a blood adoption potion," Luther told Julian. Julian nodded and cut his finger open again, then proceeded to give the three drops of blood.

"Good night Julian, your room is down the hall, last one on the left"

"Good night, Sir,"

With that, Julian left to go rest, in his new bed, down the hall, on the left.