The Dark Beckons: Chapter 3 redo

A/N: Same summary as before. Same warnings as before.

This is a redo of chapter 3.

And I didn't really expect to write the story the way I did. I had everything planned out, and then my muse decided to take over. I need to come up with a new outline, but I got past an obstacle blocking me from finishing the story.

To clear things up:

Bellatrix is the daughter of a demon/incubus (Cygnus Black) and a woman other than Druella. How the demon inheritance works is: magic chooses the best one from a demon's brood. Bellatrix and Narcissa, while having the same mother, are completely different, and magic chose Bellatrix as the heir and a demon, while Narcissa is considered weaker and inferior by her family. Narcissa hates Bellatrix and demons in general because of her jealousy. This is why Lucius and Narcissa behave horribly to Dark creatures. Now Draco, while being from a mother and father who weren't demons, had a grandfather and aunt who were, and has a chance of receiving the demon inheritance. In the Dark culture, because demons were so valuable in the war and powerful, they are considered as higher in status than wizards. Because of their tempting appearances and seductive magic, they typically don't show themselves or reveal to anyone what they are. Bellatrix looks like a normal witch until she transforms, which she will at some point. I didn't expect to write it like this or even make Bella into a creature, but once I get an idea in my head, I put it down. And why yes, I made up all this stuff. I'm not sticking to traditional incubus ideas, but MAKING IT UP. So, don't bother correcting me on that.

For the most part in this fic, books 1-3 happened as per Mrs. Rowling's writings. However, I changed the 4th a bit. Bellatrix is back, right away. Voldemort managed to summon the Death Eater's in Azkaban to his side. I'll explain more later as I talk about the Dark Mark. Harry is abused. Draco is abused as well. Draco is also going to be OOC totally, and Voldemort a bit as well. Let's face it: none of this would happen in the books that JK wrote, especially if the characters remained the same. Harry also is beginning to hate Muggles. Draco is also a lot more mature, intelligent, and observant than in the books, for obvious reasons.

Story Start/ Flashback:

Deep down, he knew it was because of the blonde Slytherin that he was still bothering to get up and get through the day. He had promised him a new life, a better life. He had said he'd feel loved and meant it. Harry had been a fool to turn him down, and he knew it. At the time, he had thought it was just empty promises to get him on the Dark side, but when he saw the sadness on Draco's face as well as the loss, he knew it wasn't.

Ron had walked in on that, and Draco immediately put his own mask up and sneered at Ron with contempt, not even bothering to hide his disgust for the traitor. He looked away after that, making him know that he wasn't worth his time. Ron turned red, and then Draco turned to Harry and said: "The offer still stands and always will, Harry."

He left the compartment. Ron looked at Harry suspiciously.

"Honestly Harry, you should know better than to be around a slimy snake. You never know when they can turn on you."

Harry tried to mask his anger at the tone Ron had used. It was like Ron was talking to a young child or someone completely daft and not his 'best friend'. Furthermore, it hurt like hell when he remembered that he had almost been one of those 'slimy snakes' too. His 'friend' knew it. He had told him that once, and it had caused Ron to turn his back on him permanently. Harry didn't even know why he took Ron back. Probably because it was Light to forgive, and Dark to hold grudges. But Harry could barely look at Ron without wanting to hurt him. He had betrayed him far too many times for him to ever trust him again. And who decided to comfort him? The 'slimy snakes' that Ron hated.

"Hey, sweetie. What's wrong?" a soft, sweet voice asked Harry.

Harry turned around, and immediately drew his wand at the Slytherin girl. She was his enemy, and she was mocking him!

"Harry, love, relax. I'm not going to hurt you. You look so broken right now, and Dray forbade me to anyway. I'm here to protect you while Draco's away. Come here, love." She said softly. "Sister will hurt whoever made you cry."

Harry couldn't help but be shocked. Angel Frost, one of the most feared Slytherins in the entire school thanks to being a trained death duelist since her 6th year (which, was this year), which was another way of saying she was a Dark witch, murderer, sadist, and torturer; powerful, brilliant, and terrifying; was comforting him, a clear member of the Light?! Death duelists were executioners in the wizarding world, and they killed the dregs of (in her case) American society on the magical version of the television for entertainment purposes. They didn't have Azkaban. They had a dueling ring. They would be given their wands and if they could kill their executioner, they would be safe from Azkaban, but forced into labor. If they couldn't… well, the others weren't called death duelists for nothing.

Harry had watched her duel once, because Professor Ember, their new dueling and defense teacher had taken them on a field trip. She was fucking brilliant. Her spellcasting was effortless, her knowledge of curses, healing spells, and everything in between better than even Hermione could accomplish; and her power was addicting. Her magic rolled off her in waves and it was so perfect, so intoxicating, that he didn't want to leave her side. Until he realized that he was enjoying watching her sadistic smile, listening to the screams and cackles, and hearing her taunt her prey. He was horrified.

"You're going to protect me?! Not kill me, like you did to that wizard in the ring?"

"That wizard deserved everything he got and more. Do you know what he did?"

Harry shook his head.

"That man brutally raped a 10 year old witch and left her for dead in the snow, and if it weren't for a passerby, she would have been dead in minutes. He first broke her legs when she tried to run, then every bone in her wrists, yes, both of them, when she tried to push the piece of shit away. He kept her awake using a spell, and he forced her mouth open and gave her an obedience potion that would keep her mind as her own but force her body to do whatever he told her to do. He made her perform oral on him, beg him to fuck her and made her come every time she felt like crying, and finally filled her with his seed. When the potion wore off, she would have committed suicide if she was strong enough. After she was healed, she was told she was pregnant. She hated herself, but carried the baby to full term. Then, after the baby was old enough to not need her milk or formula, she killed herself. She never had a chance. Do you know who the girl was?"

Harry was shaking his head rapidly, rage filling him at the man he once felt pity for.

"She was my baby sister. Her name was Vivian Embers. The rapist was backed by the Order of the Phoenix, because 'that's what should happen to all children of Death Eaters, because they're all scum.' Their words, Harry. That's the Light for you."

Harry wished he could forget everything he heard and dismiss it as a lie, but he knew it could be true. The Light was just as brutal as the Dark: wasn't that shown by Crouch and Moody? And he knew if they hated the parents enough, they could stand for anything happening to them and their family, because 'that's how they all must be, and they're all Dark and evil'.

And he knew Angel's decision to become a Death Duelist was brilliant. She wasn't evil: she just wanted to avenge her sister's death, and the best way to do that was to make sure she couldn't get put in Azkaban. She went about it the legal way, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her. It was a foolproof plan.

Angel was about to cry herself, but Harry held her tight.

"I believe you, sister."

And he did. He began trusting Angel with everything. Angel hoped that he could eventually trust Draco and her Lord.

"They've been around us for months, protecting us. I think they would have turned on us already." Harry pointed out. He couldn't hide his rage. "Unless they're more like you and turn away as soon as the going gets tough or something happens they don't like."

Ron's whole face flushed bright red. "I told you I was sorry!"

Angel Frost suddenly appeared in front of them, completely furious. Harry smiled at the beautiful curly golden haired and wide blue eyed girl.

"Clearly you aren't. You wouldn't be treating Harry as inferior to you, or in words you CAN understand, like shit. You have 30 seconds to leave, or you'll find yourself in the dueling ring with me. C'mon Harry. Let's go to our compartment."

"Having a girl fight your battles for you, Potter? You're SO brave. And a Slytherin as well? All you are is a traitor." Ron said with his stupid Gryffindor 'bravery' or recklessness, his face pale at the threat.

"How am I a traitor just for having a friend who happens to be s Slytherin? You need to look up the word traitor, Ron. It'll describe someone more like you than me." Harry spat, then moved towards Angel.

"Alright, let's go. You're sitting in our compartment, Harry. I don't trust Weasley, and I won't let you out of my sight."

Sometimes she took her job to extremes, Harry thought, but agreed because if he didn't, she would drag him with her and stun him if he struggled. Sometimes she was a bit… crazy. But knowing her now, she knew that crazy almost ran in her blood. Her mom (Annabelle) had been blood-adopted as a sister to Bellatrix Lestrange, and she was a Lovegood before that. There were two sides of the Lovegood family, as were with almost any wizarding family: the Light side, and the Darker than Dark side. The Light had cast all of the Dark members of the family off the tree, so Bellatrix wanted to make sure that her best friend got an inheritance… not that the Light side of the Lovegoods were rich enough to give their remaining kids squat. Aside from the Lovegoods, she had Black blood as well. And Harry knew that Sirius even wasn't entirely sane as a youth…

Harry felt himself be ushered into a compartment full of Slytherins, and Luna Lovegood and got nervous. What if he messed up? He knew how to be a Gryffindor, but nothing about being a Slytherin. However, the majority of them smiled, with the exception of Pansy, who Angel glared at. Pansy's evil look lasted all of 2 seconds until she faked a smile at Harry. Harry snickered… Pansy was such a wimp. Then Angel looked at him and he faked a smile at her too. He wasn't going to be cursed, thank you very much. Angel WAS a sadist.

"Pansy. Sit somewhere else, or apologize to Harry for being the bitch that you look like." Angel ordered, her normally sweet voice vicious, and the whole compartment laughed. Luna clapped her hands in gleeful anticipation. "You don't want to resemble my cousin's would-be pathetic attackers the second we knew we could get away with it, do you? Who knows? It may be an improvement on your features… well, having nothing at all would be an improvement as well, so that's not saying much."

Pansy wasn't as bad of an idiot as Ron. She at least knew when to shut up and when to take orders. So she calmed herself down and apologized to Harry, knowing then that there was no way she could ever get revenge without being severely hurt or even killed by Angel or Draco. Draco had claimed Harry as his, and Angel had assumed the role of mother and protector. Once they decided on something, they would stick to it. And Pansy had no wish to be killed.

"Sorry Potter." The entire compartment laughed as it looked like Pansy had been forced to eat acid instead of be nice to Harry. Pansy glared.

"You'll have to prove it to me before I accept it. I don't forgive easily."

"What about with Weasley?" Pansy asked before she could stop herself.

"I will NEVER forgive him." Harry said slowly, angrily.

Pansy nodded. This part of Potter she could respect a bit. He wasn't as blindly loyal as she thought.

"I'm sorry for judging you so poorly. You're a bit better than what I thought. However, I don't give out respect to those who don't earn it. You'll have to prove yourself as well. It's Slytherin 101." Pansy said bravely.

Harry then nodded. Maybe Pansy wasn't hopeless.

"I'll prove myself to your whole house. This I swear."

"I look forward to that day." Pansy stated, then sat back down in her side of the compartment.

Harry looked around. Draco wasn't there yet, however, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore (Theo) Nott, were, all of Malfoy's closest friends. Harry had realized that Goyle and Crabbe thanks to Angel's daily gossip, were nothing more than servants, the lowest of all in the Slytherins, with good reason. They could barely string three words together, and could never be trusted, as their parents had ratted out names of several Death Eaters that would have gone free. Draco kept them close to keep an eye on them normally, but over the years had assigned people to watch them and make sure they don't do anything stupid. The assigned people were normally the children of the Death Eater's that had been sent to Azkaban thanks to the Crabbes and Goyles. To the majority of the Slytherins, they were scum and were treated as such in the common room, but in public, Slytherins put up a united front and are forced to form a 'truce' of sorts until they are only among themselves.

Blaise, Theo, and Daphne smiled at Harry. They had watched over Harry as well, taking turns with Angel. Although they weren't nearly as close to Harry as Angel was, because of Theo's quietness, Blaise's sometimes icy personality until he got to know someone, they were friendly with each other. Daphne was closer to Harry than Blaise and Theo were, because she let go of her mask in front of him. Daphne was over-talkative, hyper, a pervert, and slightly obsessed with herself; but that somehow made Harry warm up to her. She was hilarious. And she was more than capable of protecting Harry.

…

Present Time:

"BOY! Get your ass down here and make us breakfast!" Vernon yelled.

I sighed and went downstairs quickly.

"What took you so long?! Hurry up!" Dudley whined.

I knew I took less than a minute to go downstairs, so I rolled my eyes. Big mistake.

Vernon caught me doing that and immediately turned red. He grabbed the frying pan I was using which was burning hot, and whacked me with the bottom of it. I screamed because it hurt so fucking bad, and curled up on the ground.

"Shut up! The neighbors will hear!" Vernon yelled.

A blasting noise was heard, and I saw the door break apart.

"Touch Harry again, and I'll kill you, you fucking piece of filth!"

"Malfoy?" I whispered.

"Hey, love. Stay with me." He said kindly to me, and Vernon glared.

"Who're you to order me around, faggot!"

Draco took out a huge knife and pressed it to Vernon's throat. "Call me that again, and I'll cut that tongue out of your mouth. You're absolutely nothing to me. The only reason Harry is letting you do this is because he can't get away with killing you, and he doesn't yet have the stomach for it. I have no such qualms, and I would love nothing more than to mutilate you and torture you for daring to touch a wizard. And he's not only a wizard. He's mine." Draco hissed.

"I'll give you 3 days to move. Get as far away from me as fucking possible, because I will hunt you down and destroy you. I will make you pay for everything you've done. I will ruin your perfect little life. I will crush you until you beg for death, and then I will leave you broken and unable to feel anything but misery and pain. This I promise. You'd better hope that I never see you again. Pray to whatever God you have. You'll need a miracle to get away from me."

Draco backed away from Vernon but trained his wand on him, then went to me.

"Love, let's get out of this hellhole. You'll never have to go back here again. And you need to be healed."

I nodded weakly as Draco picked me up and took me into a car. Then, my world turned black.