Chapter 3: The Demon Hunters Successor

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Hundreds of miles away in the town of Little Whinging, a teenage boy sat in a park on the swings. His name was Harry Potter, known also as the "Boy Who Lived", though he hated that name with a passion. Harry at the time was very deep in thought, thinking about Cedric Diggory, and the man who he despised with every fiber of his being, Lord Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort was a dark lord that was more commonly known as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. For many, many years he had ruled the wizarding world through massive amounts of fear. During his reign people had come to fear not only him but also his followers, the Death Eaters. The Death Eaters were Pureblood Supremacists who followed Voldemort in his views and his ways, often torturing many people, and killing even more. Everyone had been terrified of what would happen if the were put in the view of Voldemort and his despicable Death Eaters. One family ran into that very problem, and that occurance changed the fate of the war against Voldemort.

James and Lily Potter were living in Godric's Hollow when they were betrayed by one of their friends, Peter Pettigrew, then attacked and murdered by Lord Voldemort, who had gone against them for some reason. However after he murdered his parents Voldemort turned his wand on Harry and tried to kill him, only to fail and have his curse rebounded upon him.

Now Harry Potter was without family within the world, unless someone counted the horrible people known as the Dursleys who, beyond a doubt, hated the skinny wild haired Harry. They hated the thought of him living with them at their house and would rather kick him out than let him stay a minute longer in their home.

Harry was deep in thought when he saw that his cousin, Dudley Dursley, was riding with his small time gang that followed him everywhere. They were just about to leave when one of Dudleys cronies turned and saw he sitting there, staring at them. The boy grinned and made his way over to where Harry was. Dudley looked up as his friend started walking away and paled at the sight of Harry.

Dudley, since he was eleven years old, was terrified of wizards because of a certain half giant wizard cursed him with a pig tail. Not wanting to loose respect with his gang, he followed him. As they came up on Harry, Dudley pulled a face at him, trying his best to sneer but his attempt was muddled by the fear that held him, and so he looked more like someone trying to pass gas silently.

"What are you doing here?" Dudley demanded of Harry, who just raised an eyebrow at the ridiculous question.

"What Dudley, someone can't have a nice stroll through the town without being picked on by you and your little gang?" Harry asked with a grin, "What I'm doing here is my own business. Though if you must know, I'm practicing for school." He added on as an after thought.

Dudley instantly paled even more than he already was and started to stutter, "Wha-what do you mean? You know you ar-aren't aloud to!"

"Awe, is Dudley scared of the studies I am learning?" Harry said in a mocking tone, though he wasn't actually working on anything at all.

"My parents will hear about this and I'll make sure you don't get fed for a week!" Dudley hissed in his ear.

"Are you sure you want to do that? Who knows what I might do when I lose my temper?" Harry said with a light grin.

"Come on Dudley, lets go, there are a lot more kids to bully." One of Dudleys gang members said.

Nodding in agreement a very shaken Dudley lead them away. As they rode away Harry let out a sigh and continued to think about what was going on in his life. The more he thought, instead of calming him down and providing a way out, he only got angrier and angrier. He had been against Voldemort since the beginning and what was happening now?

Absolutely nothing. He had heard nothing from his friends about whats happening. Not even from Dumbledore, whom he had trusted with his life. He was angry because he was the one who saw Voldemort rise again, it was he who watched Cedric Diggory die when Wormtail killed him, it was him who fought Voldemort himself, and than escaped! Why should he be the only one left out of the group?! Did they not trust him anymore? What was going to happen now? All these thoughts and more ran rampet through his mind unchecked, and a park bench exploded from his feeling being unleashed.

Taking deep breaths he calmed down enough to make sure not to cause anything else to explode. Harry got up from where he was sitting and made his way back to the Dursley's home. As he was trudging along he went through an underpass. What he failed to realize, because he was so deep in thought and stairing at the ground, was that the sky had started to turn dark and gloomy.

Halfway through the underpass Harry Potters day just took a sharp turn straight to the "Bad Day" status. He suddenly felt the cold penetrate his lungs as he started to have trouble breathing, shivering at the sudden change and cold that surrounded him. He instantly realized what was happening as he reached for his wand, but just as he brought it to his hand he was pushed forward by a sudden gust of wind as a dementor rushed up behind him, suddenly he was blinded by the darkness that followed the foul creature as he scurried around looking for his wand.

Finally finding it he spun around, getting ready to shout out "Expecto Patronum" however before he could get the words out the dementor brought its face up to his, somehow able to be seen even in the unnatual darkness that surrounded them, and started "kissing" him, slowly sucking out his soul. He dropped his wand from his numb hand as a wave of despair flowed over him, giving up on escaping since there was no way he could get out of this now, and even if he did what use would it do? He was going to die anyways Voldemort would see to that.

He was about to give it all up, to just go to sleep, when there was a hissing sound that passed a hair width away from his head and smacked right into the dementors head, snapping it backwards and forcing the dementor away from Harry, breaking off the darkness that had been seeping into the air around them. Harry Fell to the ground and sat stunned as he stared at the arrow that was now protruding from the area that he assumed was the forehead of the dementor, though it was going through the hood so he couldn't tell for sure. He watched as blood black as night and ink dribbled out of the hood and onto the ground, where it pooled there.

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder that yanked him backwards, before hearing the loud shattering blast of a gun as the man opened fire, moving faster and faster on the handgun until he was nothing more than a blur as he opened fired and reloaded faster than Harry's eyes could follow. The dementor shuddered as it had bullets poured into it, before suddenly catching fire from the stream of red bullets. It shrieked as a dark mist poured out of it, filling the underpass until it found its escape out of the entrances.

Harry was stunned by the sudden show of the man who had just appeared, and how he had just gotten rid of the dementor, not with the only spell known to work against them, Expecto Patronum, but what seemed like normal muggle guns. As the man turned to him, dropping something in the process, Harry got his first good look at the man who had just saved him.

He had long hair that was much like Harry's own hair, being as it was untidy and pitch black in color. His eyes were pools of hatred that seethed, though it seemed to be controlled, right under the surface. When he spoke his voice was soft, but was strong in its own right that if used in a loud room would cause it to quiet down almost instantly.

"Are you gonna just sit there all day or are you planning on getting up?" He said with a slight grin. At least he had a sense of humor.

However Harry felt another wave of cold wash over him and shouted, "There's another one! Behind you!", pointing at the dementor that was sweeping over the ground towards them.

The man didn't even blink and did not turn around when many others would have in fear of another dementor. The dementor got closer to them until it was past the clothes of the previous dementor and was almost upon them when the object that the man had dropped suddenly jumped up.

The object was a strange contraption, looking like a large floating ball before its front opened up. A barrel popped out of the ball, and started firing at the dementor and even shooting strange rocket shaped missiles at the dementor when exploded on impact, causing the dementor to shriek as its brother did and turn into the same dark mist that had came out of its fellow dementor. Soon the new dementor was as gone as the one that came before and the cold was already lifting from the area.

Harry still felt horrible from almost having his soul sucked right out by the creatures that feed on the despair of humans. The man reached out a hand to help him up, while obviously being alert to their surroundings as his trap was used already. Harry was suspicious at first before taking his hand and pulling himself up. He was surprised at the feeling of his hands, as they were well weathered and calloused.

"Who are you?" He asked puzzled, "And how did you get rid of that dementor without a spell?"

"For your first question I go by the humble name of Jack Tarde," He said with a low bow, "As for how I got rid of the so called dementor, I am but a simple demon hunter."

"What do you mean, dementors aren't demons," Harry said to him. "Whats a demon hunter?"

"The answer to the first question will come later, if you choose to learn," Jack said with a knowing look, "As for what a demon hunter, it's simple, we hunt demons and their creations, I have been looking for someone to apprentice and to follow me as I pass along the secrets of my trade to them so that when I finally die there will be someone to succeed me in my line of work. Now I must ask, are you interested?" He said with a devilish grin that made him look like a wolf.

After hearing him say that, he thought long and hard about if he were willing to leave everything behind for who knows how long and about his friends.

"If I agree, how long will I be gone? Will I be able to keep in touch with my friends, and what will happen with my schooling?"

"Well obviously you would be with me for as long as it takes for you to learn the tools of the trade. You will be able to keep in touch with your friends and family, as well as occasionally see them when we pass through here again. Since I'm assuming you're a wizard judging by what you called the creatures I killed earlier, I would like to keep your schooling up to date, though it will come second to the training I will provide."

Harry was silent for a while before nodding in agreement to what the man was saying. "I agree to become your apprentice and successor for when you die. There is nothing here for me anymore and more skill won't hurt seeing as you got rid of the dementors so easily. Thank you for this opportunity."

"Oh don't thank me yet, I will be giving you the hardest training that I can provide to you." Jack replied through the same wolfish grin he used earlier.

AUTHORS NOTES: This chapter took me a while to write as I kept putting it off and now am working on it in a car on a trip so I hope you guys enjoy it and have a good one!