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Chapter 2: Death and Funeral.
The blue eyed man turned the bleeding boy over and swore fluently in many different languages. He focused inward, and let his natural healing energy flow into the body. The boy twitched, then gasped, chest moving, barely. He quickly covered him in his robes.
"Lucius, get over here!" The silver eyed man turned, then swallowed thickly, looking his Young Lord over.
"Shit, shit, this is bad…" With the first swish of his wand, the boy awoke. Green eyes opened wide, then closed tight as he groped out, finding Rowan's hand.
"Rowan?" Said man looked down, absolutely furious, and then picked him up. Lucius kept his famous frost exterior and questioned softly
"Milord? Have you done it?" He nodded then heard a thump, wincing.
"Copy my…injuries to the…corpse, but…don't look into…it you…won't be happy." Lucius nodded then waved his wand.
As Rowan watched the body became a disgusting corpse. Lucius waved his wand again, then paled, the sapphire eyed man watching closely.
"Lord Salis..." A bloody hand was held up and he stopped.
"No, you must…follow the plan. We will deal with the other things later." Lucius nodded then called out
"Accio wizarding things!" a trunk covered in blood flew in the room, and Rowan grimaced, then another flew in, a vase with strange symbols upon it. It glowed with magic.
"No! Don't touch it." Salis coughed "It's bespelled, so Vernon can unleash his anger on me and not the others." Salis turned slightly then flinched gasping, hand going limp.
"We're leaving. Now." Lucius wasted no time and brought his portkey out, and threw the Holly wand to the floor
"Are you sure Salis?" the boy nodded.
"Yes…Harry Potter is…dead. He's my Blood-Brother, not…me, he's dead." Rowan looked away to grab the portkey and didn't see a tear fall down the boy's face
'That link, the naivety is gone. I will fulfill my destiny and do as I please, not what a prophecy wishes of me.'
At Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, two angry people in front of him. One, back from the brink of death (he'd preferred him dead.) the other, calm, but Albus knew he was letting the other do the talking.
He sighed.
"Now calm down Sirius-" The blue eyed man cut him off mid-sentence.
"Calm down??? You want me to calm down, when you have evidence that my Godson had been abused since he was Three???!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! HE THINKS I'M DEAD! YOU HAVEN'T TOLD HIM I'M BACK YET AND HERE I'M TOLD HE HAS BEEN ABUSED, WHEN HE COULD HAVE LIVED WITH ME!! AND YOU'RE TELLING TO CALM DOWN?? FUCK THAT!!!" his voice had a hysterical note at the end, and Remus put a hand on his best friends shoulder, forcing him to his seat as Sirius let out an angry breath.
Even if it was two weeks till the full moon, he could still over power a mortal man. And his anger brought the wolf out.
"If this is nothing but a rumor-" He started calmly, "-then let's check on him, now." Amber eyes bore into blue, daring him to back down
'Back down old man, and I swear you'll lose half of your precious Order. Most only follow your lead for the future, not your ideals and you know it.' It was like the man hear that thought, he sighed
"Very well then. Let us see how young Mr. Potter is." The Headmaster's voice was cold, and Sirius' hand clenched
'So it's all true, you don't give a damn about him or us do you?' Albus held a portkey out and they all felt the familiar tug on their stomachs before landing in front of the home.
Albus stepped foreword and knocked on the door, smiling when Vernon opened it.
"Hello, Mr. Dursley-" Vernon slammed the door shut on the Headmaster, and Sirius snorted, before forcing the old man out the way.
"This- is how you enter that man's home." He put a foot up,
And kicked the door open. One look at the murderous intent his face and Vernon paled.
"You're his murdering godfather!" Sirius grinned as only a Black could eyes lighting up and took a step forward.
"I'm so glad you remember me Dursley, now we-" He cut off looking up as his nose flared then his eyes widened, "No…"
He shoved the fat man out the way and ran up the stairs opening the first door he saw, then froze, numb.
"Sirius?" The voice snapped him out of his daze, and he slid to the ground, stomach rebelling.
Drip drip drip drip
He'd been an Auror for almost 2 years but had never seen anything like this, even at Voldemort's peck of terror. Remus came in afterwards and froze, gold eyes wide.
"Holy Shit."
Drip drip drip drip
It was Petunia.
She was suspended by her wrists from the ceiling, body dripping with blood. Her body was barley clothed, and you could see whip marks, one arm was broken, the bone showing. There was barley any skin anywhere on her body, and her eyes blank, stared ahead, still tearing, as her brown hair hung from her head, cut and ragged at some places.
"H-how?" Sirius whispered. He got to his knees slowly, a hand on the doorframe to steady him.
"How can he do that to his wife? The mother of his child?" then he cursed.
"Harry!" he raced out the room as Dumbledore walked in to see Remus carefully spelled Petunia down.
All he did was blink as Remus cleaned the body and placed a white cloth over her.
"And you left Harry here as a baby. Who knows what that whale of a man has done to him?" Remus turned to the Headmaster and saw no remorse; no…did he see anger? He stood slowly then heard a whimper from the closet. It opened slowly as Dudley crawled out.
"Dudley?" The boy nodded, eyes wide with shock
He must have been forced to watch.
"What happened?" Dudley shook his head then flinched.
A scream echoed, followed by a cry of pure pain. Remus looked up "No…" Dudley nodded.
"HARRY!!!"
"Harry's dead." Remus stood there eyes wide as he heard sobs
"Mother and I tried to get a message out to you…but I guess the owl couldn't make it." He looked up.
"I'm sorry, we tried, and we paid for it." He looked down at his mother's corpse and Remus snapped out of his daze and ran out the room.
As he made it the hallway, the scent hit him full in the face. He gagged, and fell to the floor a hand to his throat.
Pain, blood, semen, terror, fear, pleasure, it all hit him at once, but the howl made him stand, and walk through the open door.
The scene would haunt his for the rest of his life.
Sirius knelt in the middle of the plain room rocking back and forth, a bloody body in front of him that he seemed to refuse to touch. His body shook with tears.
It was Harry.
Lying on the ground as if he was just dropped after being used,
"Oh my god!" one look around the room and Remus gagged.
…the room was covered with blood, splattered everywhere.
The mattress was dyed the color of dried blood.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…" Remus knelt by the animagus and looked the corpse over, then let tears fall.
The body was worse than Petunia.
No skin could be seen, fingers broken, arm, leg, ribs, all crushed, blood came from everywhere, his hair matted, but sadly his face was clean, except for the blood that trailed from his lip, where they could see teeth marks. Sirius started to shake, and then it stopped as he stood.
"No Sirius you can't!" Wild eyes turned to him, and he put his hands on the convict's shoulders.
"You're still a wanted man Sirius, if there is any evidence that you're here, they'll find you and kill you! Sirius listen to me!" The man stopped struggling eyes bright
"Do you think Harry wants you to die?? He gave everything so you could be free, don't throw that away!" Sanity returned, and Sirius collapsed sobs shaking his body as he shook his head.
"How could we let this happen Remus?" He looked up, and then turned back to the body
"He's like a son to me, how could I-" Remus shook him slightly.
"No, don't blame this on yourself. We tried remember? We tried to get him out of here, but Albus wouldn't let us. It's not your fault!" Remus pulled his wand out and cleaned the body wincing and did a spell to show all the injuries the boy…had. The paper appeared, and he only took one look.
"Oh my God." Anal rupture. Five broken ribs, both arms broken, one shattered, lower left leg shattered, knee completely destroyed, pupils destroyed (chemical reaction), kidneys bruised, lung collapsed, spine bruised…the list went on and on.
Remus did the only thing he could do, and did a memory spell, so Petunia's and Harry's body's as he first saw them, became photographs in his hand. Then the rooms and Dudley's body as well. He led Sirius out the room, Harry's body flouting behind him and looked Dumbledore in the eye, as they passed him in the hall, then held the pictures up.
"I'm taking this to court. And if that man doesn't get the kiss, I'll kill him myself."
Rowan looked at the daily Prophet and smirked
Harry Potter Brutally Killed by His Muggle Uncle, His Guardian!!
Five days ago known Werewolf Remus Lupin went to St. Mungo's with a body flouting behind him. He was covered in blood.
The body turned out to be that of his godson, Harry James Potter. This Reporter had a chance to speak with the man personally and I could tell this death hit him to the core.
"I had heard a rumor that Harry had come to school in his second year with a broken rib, then in fourth with bruises. Albus had denied it all, saying the muggles, his only living blood relatives, cared for the boy. A day later Severus Snape told me, that Harry had gone to him, to be healed, knowing the man wouldn't tell anyone else unless he had too. How they became civil I don't know, but that day when I persuaded the headmaster to come with me to visit the boy, just to see." He took a shuttering breath, the stood looking at the crowds. We soon relocated to his home as he continued.
"When the Headmaster knocked on the door, it was the Uncle, Vernon Dursley, who answered. One look and the man slammed the door shut, and would not answer again. That was, to me, the first sign that something was wrong. I had to kick the door in." He looked sheepish, but then his eyes glazed.
"As a werewolf. my senses are heightened, even so far from the full moon, so the first think I smelt…was blood. It was coming from upstairs. I ran up and opened the first door I saw." He put his face into his hands.
"It wasn't Harry. No, it was the bastered's wife of 17 years Petunia Dursley, dead. He had her body suspended from the ceiling by her wrists in their bedroom; her body was covered in blood. I… I was stunned. Albus came in as I was lowering the body to the ground, so when the muggles came, it would be easier. But then there son crawled out from the closet. He was beaten as well, but nothing was broken...but his mind. His eyes were wide with shock and I could tell then boy had seen his mother get killed. Then he told me-" Remus paused.
"He told me that Harry was dead. That they had tried to send Albus a message with Harry's owl Hedwig but the owl was so racked with malnutrition, she didn't make it. They tried and Petunia paid the ultimate price. I ran to Harry's room, and first saw locks.
There were five locks on the door, five! I tore the door from the handles and almost threw up." He shook his head.
"I-I'm almost glad that Harry was dead, because his body…at lease he stopped suffering…" The werewolf could say no more after that, but I was able to get a report on the body.
He had been killed brutally, five ribs broken, an arm, leg and his kneecap shattered beyond even magical means of repair. Then they told me that he was also raped repeatedly.
Raped, in the home Albus Dumbledore said he was the safest in.
Maybe he was from the Death Eaters and Voldemort, but not from his own family.
I tried multiple ties to get in touch with Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore but he refused to commit.
Young Lord Potter's funeral will be in a week on his sixteenth birthday, and sadly the child had a Will as well, that shall be read a day after.
We all will mourn the loss of out Savior, and the Minister had stated he will make a Harry Potter Day, in the name of the boy we thought would protect us, but learned that we couldn't protect.
By Kelies Grau
Rowan put the paper down, and then stood quietly walking into a bedroom. His lord and best friends room, Salis. He was merely asleep, and his injuries healed to an extent.
The ribs fine, but his arm and leg, they could heal to the point were he could walk, with a cane, but the boy could heal the rest, once he woke. He only had a week. He had to make it to the Will reading at least.
To gain his fallen brother's inheritance. He sighed.
Salis and Harry are two different people, He reminded himself.
Salis is his Slytherin core, the name, person Harry was only a very elaborate mask. So much so, that it was like a completely different person had died. And the two, strangly enough, had been the best of friends
He felt it so. Lucius entered the room with Severus Snape and smiled.
"He should wake soon." Rowan opened his mouth, but a moan cut him off.
"Oowwww, did they get the number of the bus that hit me?" they turned.
"Perfect milord." Rowan helped him sit up then stated.
"Harry's funeral is in a week, can you make it?" Salis smiled forlornly as Severus gave him a potion to drink.
"Yes. I-have to be there." He sighed and released the glamour on his body showing waist long hair, and four scars, one on his left arm of a snake, Crouch Jr's doing, and then three lines on his right. Blood-brother scars.
"Wait…Three?" Salis smiled.
"One is Harry. I'm surprised it hasn't faded." Lucius gapped and Salis looked at him that forced a gasp out
"Salis…your eyes!" they weren't Emerald. It was like a fog had covered them.
"Yes, I'm blind, but my magical sight covers it. I have only lost color." He closed his eyes then yawned, Severus nodded.
"Good right on time. We'll let you sleep." He nodded off, and the three left quickly.
"I wonder how this will work out." Lucius laughed
A week later
A marvelous pure white casket sat on a hill, a family of red heads around it. The casket was blocked off so only family could touch it; others could see it from the hill it sat on
Salis walked up, and amber eyes turned to him.
He was dressed royally, with Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy behind him.
He had on black slacks and a black shirt on, under a black robe the lining silver with a black cloth covering his eyes. His waist length black silver and emerald striped hair was in many braids and pulled into a half ponytail, an ancient tradition done by pure-bloods. The more braids you had the closer the dead one was to you. He held on to a black silver handled cane tightly as he limped slightly over to the casket.
Despite his clothing, his body wasn't fully healed. He still had bandages on his arm, leg and chest, but he refused to miss this.
He needed to let that part of him go.
Severus wore his plain black clothing, but had one single think braid as he looked down at the casket putting a hand on it. As he thought it was closed.
Lucius wore elegant black robes as a head of house should, his shoulder length hair also in a braid. He watched quiet as Salis collapsed and put his forehead to the marble crying silently but with no tears.
"Malfoy?? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Silver eyes looked up to see Ronald Weasley yelling at him.
"Get away from that Death Eater filth!" Salis stood slowly, hand clenched on his cane as he turned slightly to the loud mouth.
"So his body, is 'that' now? And you call yourself his best friend!" Ron walked over shrugging Hermione's hand off.
"And just who are you?" Salis sneered.
"A better friend to him than you ever where Weasley. Or did you know? That he was attacked and almost killed two years ago as well." Remus turned and looked the boy over.
'Why-what's wrong with his eyes?' The boy that could have been Harry's age yet seemed much older, continued angrily.
"We found him. Healed him. Brought him into our Circle of Family and he answered back in a way you would never know!" Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Oh right! Like a Malfoy, Snape, and some stranger could know him better then his real family!" Ginny appeared behind her brother.
"Sadly Weasel, I think I know him better that you, and I still dislike him." They turned it was Draco, navigating a sobbing Narcissa and a robed person behind him. Narcissa was a mirror of her husband, but her hair was done up beautifully in braids, as Draco had a single braid. Ron turned to them face red, but a voice stopped him.
"Enough. They could get through the barrier it is proof enough." Remus walked in then bowed.
"Lady Malfoy. Lord Malfoy. Severus." They nodded and he nodded to Draco who did so.
"I just wish to ask. When he was with you all, was he happy?" The boy looked him over then nodded.
"Yes. You are Remus Lupin are you not? Harry asked me to tell you something in case this happened. Even though you were not invited to his Will, go anyway. There has been a change in the Will that involves you and Snuffles." He nodded toward the dog and smiled mysteriously. Remus gripped the leash tightly.
'Does he-? Wait he smells…' Yhe boy shook his head.
"Worry not. I will not tell. I was closest to Harry before he…passed on, and know how close he isto him." He knelt and held a hand out, letting Snuffles sniff it as he whispered
"I am a Child of Black, Milord, and when I can, would like to speak with you and your mate soon." The dog's eyes widened as it scrambled back. Severus helped him stand again.
"What happened?" The boy grimaced.
"I am Harry's Blood-Brother. I felt his blows, but could do nothing as I was unconscious the whole time. I can still stand, because a friend on mine, a healer, was by my side the whole time." He shuddered.
"You felt…everything?" The boy pulled the bandana of his face and looked into amber eyes.
"Yes Remus. Everything." Clouded green eyes.
"If I could get everyone's attention?"
next day
Salis walked in the large circular, Will room of Gringotts, and looked around.
The Weasley clan, strangely, was separated.
Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Ron, Percy sat to the north, while the rest sat to the south with Hermione, her eyes bloodshot.
East were the darker wizards, the Malfoy's and Severus, then two robed figures.
Then west were Dumbledore and the Order members he had known well. Remus sat with the Twins, Charlie, and Bill, Sirius in dog form at his side. Salis limped over with Rowan helping him stand, and sat southeast. Remus smiled to him and he nodded
"Is everyone here? Good. Now we can commence." Silverclaw the Potter goblin put an orb on a pedestal and a smoky image of Harry appeared.
"Hey all." Molly gasped and Harry smirked. "Like my look? I soooo hope so."
He was wearing gothic like clothing, a shirt that said 'Fuck off, I'm busy' in bright red spidery writing and baggy pants with silver chains all over. His hair was spiked and tipped red, as he sat on the orb smirking.
"Oh my god!" Ron stood as his mother covered her face, and pointed to the smoky image looking at Salis' smirk.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Draco smirked.
"Set him free." Ron opened his mouth to retort when an unexpected voice stopped him.
"Ronald Weasley. And here I thought you respected my death, yet you're yelling when I'm about to give away the goods!" They froze. Harry was staring right at him, a sly smile on his face. Dumbledore stood.
"You can interact with us?" Salis snorted.
"A spell a friend and I made up. Now then shall we get this over with? I, Harry James Potter of my mind, will, and body wrote this will, well finished it…two weeks ago? Ya that sounds about right." Draco snorted.
"Can you hurry up Potter?" he asked rudely. Harry let out a cheeky smile.
"You still don't like me Draco? Gosh I charmed the money out of your mum and dad, shouldn't it kind of rub off?" Severus and Rowan snorted Narcissa 'harmff'ed and Lucius? He blushed muttering to himself. Draco sneered at Salis who laughed out right.
"Sometime today Potter! I'd like to go home sometime this year." Harry let out a long suffering sigh, and Snuffles let out a dog laugh.
"At least someone here thinks I'm worth it. Even if it is a…dog." Snuffles snorted.
"Fine, fine. Once this is over with the Orb will split into three. I will tell each part then, and there is privet will as well, which most of you will not be able to hear. Now when. The Weasley family plus Hermione, you were with me at the beginning. Then sadly as the years went on, you went from loving family to money hogs." Molly's eyes widened.
"Oh you didn't think I knew Molly? Arthur? Like you didn't get Ginny to fawn over me so eventually you'd get some of my money? I knew you two had my key, then guess what I found out! I had more that one key! I was only told of one key, the one that Molly has, and I want it back." Severus smirked and called out.
"Accio Harry James Potter-Black's keys!" one flew from Molly, Ron, Remus, Hermione, Narcissa, and a ring of them came from Dumbledore.
Salis shook his head shaking as Harry closed his eyes
"Hermione and Remus I gave those keys to Sev," He turned to them, "They are yours now to do with how ever you please. The one Narcissa had I asked her to hold, throw it to stupid over there." Salis caught the key and threw a dart at the ghost.
"Hey! That tickled!" Salis sighed putting his head to his knees.
"The other keys…I didn't know I had." He sounded lost.
Severus held out the ring as Dumbledore stood.
"I was given those keys to hold until you became of age." Harry smirked.
"Oh really? To hold and not to use? Silverclaw if you please?" the goblin nodded
"Under various names, one Albus Dumbledore has withdrawn over 50 million Galleons from various vaults under Mr. Potter-black's name. That's theft." Dumbledore turned to Harry, but was cut off when the boy continued.
"I wonder what you did with so much money? Bribery comes to mind, but why would a kindly old headmaster do that? Oh! So no one would know he sent the wizarding world's savior to a sadistic man's home! So they wouldn't know that Lillian Evans isn't really an Evans!" everyone gasped and Salis sniggered.
"So cliché."
"If she wasn't an Evans when what was she?"
"A Black." Narcissa and the robed figures shook.
"Kidnapped from her home and placed in a Muggle house so she wouldn't learn of her birthright." Snuffles started to growl.
"Wait! Lily was a black? How come I don't remember her?" Harry looked at Narcissa a sad smile on his face.
"You were Three, maybe Four at the time. Your mum was pregnant with her fourth girl. You and the others thought she had a miscarriage right? No…it was my mother, she was kidnapped the day she was born. I have the Black blood. I am the Lords Godson so I was put down as his Heir. Blood heir, Dumbledore." He smirked then waved his hand.
"But on to a happier note, The Twins, you still have at least half of that money right?" they nodded.
"Wait what money!?" Harry sighed.
"I gave them my Twizard winnings Ron." He stated lazily. The Red head blinked then blew.
"WHAT???"
"The Weasley over there, get the money you've borrowed from me. Nothing else." He then pointed south.
"The Weasley over there…Charlie, Bill, you get a vault with 50 thousand Galleons, don't waste it all." The boy's eyes were wide.
"Don't worry." Bill started faintly.
"Twins, you also get 50 thousand. Make people laugh ok? They'll need it." He turned.
"Remus I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Really I am. Just don't be too mad ok?" He threw something and Remus caught it one eyebrow raised.
"Malfoy's…money means nothing to you three. So I made these." He waved his hands and three green lights shot from the orb.
"Ask grumpy over there what they do later." Rowan snorted, as Harry threw a shard over to them.
"You two, I give you, as lord of Black access back into the Black family, and my statement that you never willingly did what you where accused off, and that Peter Pettigrew is still alive, and the one who was the secret keeper of my parents." Dumbledore stared to shake and Harry smirked
"Please stand…Bellatrix Black, Regulus Black, you're free. My Will states it so." The two did, and they all turned.
Bellatrix…looked sane. Her hair fell to her waist in a silky wave, and she work plain but shapely black robes as her indigo eyes glowed.
"I am finally free, thank you milord!" Regulus laughed as Snuffles stared. He looked exactly like Sirius, but thinner, slightly shorter. He too had the black hair like Sirius, but his eyes were violet. He pulled back the left arm of his simple robes and sighed.
"You've never lied to me, Have you Milord?" They both said that with true loyalty in their voices
Silverclaw cleared his throat and read out loud.
"'Bellatrix Black, Regulus Black, you hereby have been stripped of all court claims and your assets have been returned by the will of the minister of magic. His people looked into it, and found them free, followers under the imperious. The Black Magic should have returned to you both." They nodded at the goblin, and then the two walked over to Salis.
"Harry!" the boy turned. Ron stood again; face a strange shade of puce.
"I…think you've just beat my uncle at the strangest color you can make your face by not breathing." Salis snorted then collapsed in laughter, the twins following. Ron turned redder, then yelled out.
"Why are they here? I understand them healing you but you didn't have to befriend them!" Severus snorted at Ron's statement.
"Bloody light wizards, they never understand a thing."
"Ron umm…well you see…I…oh shit…"
"Stop procrastination Potter!" Draco a smug look on his face.
"Fine Weasel Queen." Draco colored.
"Ron, umm how to say it… I am a dark wizard, so it wasn't really that hard. Well Shadow Wizard, I was actually."
"WHAT?" Harry rolled his eyes, waving the boy away, and then looked around smirking, when he caught Rowan.
"And you! Rowan!" the sapphire eyed man jumped.
"Will you take better care of your twin? He's like a cat in a dog pound and you're one of the leaders!" Rowan blushed and Severus snorted.
"Yes Sev I'm talking about you, so shut up." Severus' jaw dropped and Rowan covered his eyes leaning back in his chair.
"Thank you so veryy much Harry James!" The boy smirked.
"I told you if you didn't tell him I would." He grinned then sighed.
"And last and defiantly least. Salis." The boy looked up.
"Sorry. But… you get everything else. Oh! And this!" he held a hand out and a ball of multi-colored energy shot out into Salis chest. The boy crumpled over gasping, hand to his chest.
"I name you Salis Black Riddle, My blood and magical Heir. Your name now, is Salis Salazar Slytherin. Knock em dead bro." A shard flew to him and Rowan caught it
"WHAT?????!?!!!!!!" Harry smirked, then put a hand to his chest, looking hurt.
"What I didn't tell you? I was the Slytherin Heir after all. He is a fourth of the Slytherin line and with my blood is now the Lord Slytherin. I was a fourth."
Dumbledore stood and shot a spell out, that disintegrated.
"And you Dumbledore! What the hell are you doing here? And with them?? I didn't invite you all! Get out!!" they were forced out and Harry pointed to the north Weasley clan
"You too!" they left in a hurry the other Weasleys following (Hermione included). Severus stood to leave as well, but the doors slammed shut.
"Nuh uh. You are staying Severus Snape. Sirius if you would." The man appeared, and Severus looked at him wearily.
"I saw you two once work together to help me. Now I have a secret to tell you Sirius. I…am over there." He pointed to Salis, who shot another spell out.
"Idiot! I told you not to tell!" He hissed as Sirius looked to him eyes wide. Harry shrugged
"You maybe an evil ass, but we are still way to similar." Sirius blinked.
"Wait...how?"
"Salis is the real us…I was a mask, that became too real. Somehow Salis created me, to protect his true intelligence from the Dursley's. I would have been killed sooner; if they found out I was smarter than Dudley. Sirius, Salis is a Black as am I, we are Black and he is still your godson. He's also your second cousin too. Please don't go anal on him." Sirius colored.
"Your promise? Good!" He let out a smile "Bye." His form turned to smoke then vanished as Salis stood wand clenched in his hand.
His chest hurt from the energy, they knew he was actually Potter, things couldn't get better! He was ready to storm out the room, when Sirius caught him in a hug. He flinched violently and was released, as he turned wand raised. Sirius took a step back hands raised and closed his eyes.
"I'm so sorry that I didn't come and tell you myself I was back. I trusted jackass to do it, and then this all happened…" Salis lowered his wand.
"Not now Sirius, ok? I have some things to puzzle out of." He limped out, Rowan following.
"You ok?" he nodded, then leaned against the wall, putting his forehead to it.
"Shit, no you are not." A big cool hand covered his forehead and he sighed in relief.
"You've got a pretty bad fever; we need to get you out of here." Salis stood upright and limped out the room.
"YOU!" Rowan turned and caught a punch. Ron jerked back freeing his fist and pulled out his wand.
"It's not fair, I knew him longest, and I was his first friend, why should some stranger get everything from him?" Salis let a breath out.
"And that is why, you jealous fool. You didn't truly care for him, did you? You did it for the fame, the money he would give you when he died at Voldemort's hand." Ron flinched, and then got slapped.
Hermione pushed him away from Salis and slapped him again.
"Is it true, Ron?" she asked at a whisper "Was it all for the money, the fame you would receive? 'Harry Potter's Best Friend'! Is that all you wanted, when I fought for Harry to come to my home for the summer, after second year when he came to school with a broken arm? You never cared? HOW COULD YOU!! Forget you then! I never want to hear your voice again Ronald Weasley, do you understand me?" Hermione turned and walked up to Salis bowing.
"Thank you, for doing for Harry what I tried and failed to do." Tears gathered in her eyes, and Salis made a quick decision.
"Don't worry 'Mione, you did your part, and you always have." Her eyes widened and she whispered.
"Ray?" he nodded and she whimpered walking away.
"Was that wise?" Rowan whispered. Salis sighed.
"She is a friend."
dream
Harry walked around the fiery pits of hell whistling.
"Ah, there you are mister Potter." He turned.
A man, strangely resembling Albus Dumbledore, stood behind him. He wore red robes, with flame designs and had glowing red eyes, as he held a pure black trident.
"You the devil?" He asked nonchantly. The man laughed.
"Yes! And you have wondered from your pit of torture, you need to go back." Harry spat and smirked, hands in his pockets.
"Fuck that." Then he appeared before the man and smirked evilly, kicking him in a pit of flames.
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Harry cupped his ear and smiled
"Ah, the yells of the damned."
He continued on his way, and was stopped by a great ogre, holding the leash, of a huge three headed dog.
"Wow, what's his name?"Tthe ogre looked at him
"Juhi." Harry nodded
"I see...hey what do you do down here?"
"Stop people from leaving. And making things." Harry nodded again
"Can you make an AK 47?" The ogre blinked then the gun appeared in front of him
"Sweet." He held the gun up and pointed to the ogre
Click.
"No bang??" He opened the gun and saw no bullets
"Mother fucker!" Harry looked at him and tilted his head.
'Hmmm how thick is this thing?'
"Can I have some A K 47 bullets?" Blink. The bullets appeared in the gun and Harry cocked it, aiming.
Click. BANG!!
"OW!" A box of metal shot out and hit the ogre in the forehead. It released the dog, grabbing the afflicted skin in pain and the dog ran yelping. Harry blinked, then opened the gun, studying the bullets.
"Duds...? Oh fuck that, can I have some real fucking bullets already??" The bullets were replaced, even as the ogre howled in pain, and Harry checked.
"Finally." He aimed and fired, blowing the head off of the fucker and walked around the smoking corpse. He cocked the gun again and smirked.
'Time to have some fun!!'
Salis sat up, and put a hand on his forehead
"What the fuck…at least he's having fun…"
Lololol I had to add that last part. Sorry it took so long folks! That's why it's so damn long!!! I hoped you enjoyed this; I will try to update the others soon. No guarantees.
Lol, Ja ne
Sunstar