Still don't own anything
Five years have passed since harry left the Dursley with Isaac. five years he had been staying with his great great something grandfather dracula. over those five years he had trained himself to the bone. Physical training, devil forging, metal forging, and sword fighting was with Isaac. Isaac did not go easy on him at all during phyla training or sword fighting. early wake up calls, late nights, hours of running jumping and fighting. However Harry took to metal forging like a fish to water. He could forge strong yet light armor, strong razor sharp blades, and even little run of the mill items such as nails. After his forth year of staying with dracula he had started devil forging, it was hard at first but with a little extra help from Isaac Harry was able to forge his first devil
-Flashback-
The room was dark. stone walls, floors, and ceiling gave off a hopeless feeling. the silence was shattered by a loud yell of.
"AHHH why can't I get it" Yelled harry as he stood in front of a small statue that sat on top of a pedestal. Harry glared at the small lump of stone in front of him, it was perfectly cut, it seemed to be a small winged fairy when closely inspected.
"Whatareyoudoing" came a sudden voice right behind him, causing him to jump.
Harry quickly turned and drew his knife to attack his assailant only to stop at the sight of his smirking red headed teacher.
"You basted" he said sheathing his knife and turning back to the fairy statue.
Isaac chuckled at the dark haired chile and then asked his question again. "What are you doing"
Harry turned to his and said, "Well i've done everything you told me and I still can't complete the devil forging. i've carved the stature out of devils stone and use my blood to write the runes around the thing and it still wont work."
With that said Harry hung his head in defeat and Isaac took a look at the thing and twitched.
"You know Harry if you want to forge this devil you must first..." he stopped talking and stepped up to the pedestal and poked a small indention. The pedestal jumped to life and started to turn from gray to a flowing green color. A small light flash under the statue and caused it to float up a few inches.
Harry stood dumbstruck "What did you do" he quickly asked before Isaac could talk.
Isaac smirked at Harry's face and slowly said. "Well what I did was possibly well... is the... "
"spit it out, what did you do" said harry.
"Fine fine I'll tell you, your no fun, well what I did was simple... I just... turned it on."
Harry looked down at the floor and then looked up to see Isaac grinning.
"We shall never speak of this again"
Isaac's grin got wider and said "Oh and who will stop me from telling someone."
"The person who knows who really used Zead's favorite robes to wipe there ass with" said Harry smirking.
Isaac's face suddenly turned grim and nodded.
-Flashback end-
Harry had also started wizard training at the age of eight with Zead and Dracula. He impressed them with his ability to master the basic spells to such a degree that he needed no wand nor incantation for it. So when Harry mastered them he would be rewarded with stronger and lesser known spells that where thought to have been lost in time.
With dracula Harry trained to become a animagus and to his surprise and draculas pleasure harry was a multimagus, meaning that he had multiple forms, a fox, a bat, and even more serprisingly nothing but a cloud of thick fog. Turning into fog was easy for him seeing as it had no true form but the fox and bat remainded just out of reach.
Harry was also willingly taught the other arts of wizarding such as Charms, Potions, Herbology, Alchemy, Transfigureation, and Runes.
He found that some of these subjects extremely useful such as Herbology, using his Herbology skills he could make deadly poisons to lace his weapons with.
Charms which he could use to keep the poison on the blade or other little things that could make things easier, such as, anti- summoning, muggle repealing, and notice me not.
Potions was just a small hobby to do just to pass the time just like Alchemy Transfiguration, and Runes.
Then there was the other things that he was forced to learn such as Divination, Arithmancy, and History.
Arithmancy was nearly useless according to Harry, Divination was a down right waste of time, and History while interesting was still useless (That is true)
Then there was the Dark arts. This included Necromancery, Dark spells, Blood Magic, and Reaper magic.
No matter how Dark or Light something taught to him was, it mattered not. to harry it was power. When asked by Dracula, Zead, or Isaac if he was a Dark wizard or a Light Wizard he would answer them "I am neither, I will walk the line of Darkness and Light, to me they are only spells, but if i must have a title... i will be the twilight wizard."
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"Harry... where are you" yelled Zead as he slowly made his way down the castle halls wearing his brown robes hood ever present. He stopped just in time for a heavy wooden door to swing open and stop just an inch short of his face. 'I swear that he waits for me to come by the door to do that' he thinks as said 12 year old soon to be 13 walked into the hall.
"Heh heh, hi Zead" He said rubbing the back of his head. 'Darn i opened the door too soon' he thought.
Zead stood there and looked at the boys choice of clothing. He wore a pair of blue slacks, black boots and a long sleeve black turtle neck alone with a zipped up vest. he had grown his hair out and pulled it into a low pony tail with a little of his hair covering his scar. Harry had changed from the skinny, short, and weak child that he use to be into a taller more muscled young man.
"Well lord dracula wanted you to meet him at the castle entrance for something and asked me to get you." said Zead
Harry nodded and thanked him before running down the many halls to the entrance hall.
When he got there he saw his grand father (He thought that it would be best just to call him that) standing there waiting for him.
"Ah" came draculas warm and deep voice, "I've been waiting for you"
Harry cocked his head to the side.
"Well I think that it is time for you to come hunt with me tonight and for you to have your first taste of fresh, warm blood." said dracula seeing Harry's look.
"Oh ok cool are we going now" he asked. seeing draculas nod he turned and wandlessly summoned his favorite coat. it was white with blue trim around the edges and fur around the neck.
"I'm ready" he says
Dracula nods and they both disappear into the wind.
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-Hours later-
Harry held the limp figure of his target and greedily dunk the blood flowing from the mans neck. Dracula stood appraising his heirs work.
"That is enough my son" he said making harry look up from the man with a confused look.
"You must hold back from the moment of death because if you take the last drop it will draw in and you will die."
Harry looked down at the limp form in his arms and let it slip out of his arms and onto the ground. Dracula looked at the man and gestured to him.
"Ah appreciate your pray," he said before he steps on his head and crushes it. "For they give us there life, there power, making it ours"
Harry nods not saying a word. letting the blood run down his lip and onto his chin.
"Oh and harry i want you to go to go take a vacation and relax all you do is stay cooped up in the castle and study, work, or train. go out and have fun"
"Cool I will leave tomorrow." he said getting over the shock of killing the man.
'I knew that would work' thought Dracula
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'Now why in the hell did i agree to go on vacation' thought harry as he dodged multiple curses flying at him. It seemed that as soon as he came to muggle england all hell broke loose. strange looking people wearing white masks and black robes just popped out of nowhere using a incomplete version of shadow travel, and started popping off spell at muggles. At first he just stood there with a raised eyebrow but when one fired at him he fought back bringing all of the strange peoples attention to him.
One fired a bone breaker curse at him which he sidestepped but soon had to duck forward under a cutting curse. he made it but his ponytail wasn't so lucky. His eye twitched at the sight of his hair laying there and he yelled in a language that shouldn't be know by 12 soon to be 13 year olds.
"YOU SON OF A B DO YOU KNOW HOW FING LONG IT TOOK ME TO GROW MY HAIR OUT LONG LIKE THAT, NOW ALL THAT DAMN TIME HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY YOU (Beepbeepbeepbeep) (my word such language)
Harry ended his rant leaving a shocked and some blushing crowed.
Then there was a another set of pops and people wearing red robes and a old man appeared behind him.
"Oh great just what i need more people attacking me on my vacation.
This caused many of the other peoples eyebrows to raise.
then all hell broke loose... with harry in the middle.
Harry tried as hard as he could to protect himself on both sides but was his with several stunners at different times. Soon the mask wearing ones left with a loud pop leaving the red wearing wizards and old man behind with Harry.
The people around watched the boy with cautious eyes as he turned around shakily, they all knew that he must have been strong to still be standing after being hit by all those stunners and still be standing.
They all stiffened as he slowly and shakily reached behind his back and pulled out a rather vicious pair of knives.
Harry still thinking that they where a threat readied the blades and took a shaky step forward. His vision blurred, his knees weakened with each step, but somehow he felt strength
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The order of the phoenix watched amazed at the young boy as he stumbled toward them, he seemed to radiate magic and it seemed to keep him going. they watched mystified as the magic wrapped around him and seemed to form a demonic vial over him as he stumbled. As he drew closer they snapped out of there stupor and all sent a stupafy at him.
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The spells hit Harry his vision goes black, he slowly lands on his knees and them falls on his face unconscious.
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The old man slowly makes his way over to the strong child to check him. he flips him over and gasps loudly at his face.
The others heard it and went over.
Professor Mcgonagall makes her way over only to gasp as well, there laid the Boy who lived.
Harry James Potter had been found.
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Authors note...
Yes i know it is kinda messed up but i'm tired and am trying to Juggle school and writing this so back off.
1.What did you think was it good
2. still need spells
3. Will someone be willing to write fight scenes
4. Will someone be willing to write me a Lemon scene when i need one.