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"Talking"

"Speaking in Shadows"

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Chapter Two

It had been seven years since Harry was put in Azkaban. Seven years since they put him in hell. Though to Harry, it seemed to be an eternity. For seven years Harry's anger and rage grew. He Hated the Wizarding world with a passion. He swore to himself, that he would have his vengeance.

Harry was sitting in the corner of his cell, doing nothing. He green eyes glowed in the surrounding darkness. "Any news?" He whispered. His voice was not as raspy as Rabastan's but was colder and darker than his.

The shadows whispered back to him. "It has begun." The shadows moved closer, taking the form of a large black cat. "It will not be long now."

"Perfect," Harry's eyes turned slightly yellow.

It had been five years ago, that Harry had met the cat named Rashika. How she got here, he did not know. But he did not find himself to care. He was glad for the company. While he did have Rabastan to talk to, it was nice to talk to someone else for a change.

When Rashika had come, She had told Harry that he was what she called, a shadow master. Someone who could here the shades speak and control them if he desired. Shades hid in every shadow, and only spoke in Shadows, (their language). Every shadow master was given a shadow guide, leader, or commander. Rashika is a shadow leader, unlike guides, they only need the slightest amount of shadows to move, and they are fueled by nightmares. They also shadow faded (transportation) quicker.

The cat melted back into the shadows. "News?" Came Rabastan's raspy voice.

"Soon." Harry said.He leaned back into his corner, his eyes wide open, staring into the abyss itself.

Sometime later -Harry did not know if it had been days, hours, or even minutes- someone came by his cell. The Auror had an old man with him, Harry recognized him as the Headmaster of Hogwarts. He controlled his emotions though, it would throw everything off if he didn't.

"Hello Harry, Do you remember me?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry tilted his head. "I've seen you before, with my mommy and daddy." He said in a child like voice. "I'm sorry for accidentally attacking my brother, I didn't mean too."

"I know, which is why I'm here. I'm taking you back home, away from this horrible place."

"But, I thought they didn't want me? I was a bad boy." Harry said pitifully.

"They were mistaken. They want you back now." He said.

"So I get to leave? Those monsters won't come and get me?"

Dumbledore was confused for a moment, then he realised, he was talking about the dementors. "No, the monsters won't come and get you."

"And I never have to come back?" Harry asked.

"No." Dumbledore moved closer and held out his hand to Harry. "If you'll come with me? We will leave now."

Harry grabbed his hand and followed him out of the cell.

Harry quickly closed his eyes as the light assaulted them. It took several minutes to adjust, even then, it was still abnormally bright. The coldness that had plagued him so long, had left, leaving only his anger in it's wake. But, his revenge could wait, He had waited seven years -an eternity to him- he could wait a few more, days? Months? Maybe even years? He did not know when. But he knew it would happen. He would have his revenge.

"We're going to apparate to Hogwarts, do you know what that is?" Dumbledore asked Harry. Harry shook his head. "It's when wizards or witches disappear from one place to appear at a different place. So if you would hold on until I say so?"

Harry did what he was asked of, a sick feeling came over him and the next thing he knew, he was at the gates of Hogwarts, Azkaban was no where in sight.

"Now, we're going up to my office and get you sorted. You will start in your third year." Dumbledore told him.

"Professor, won't it be hard to catch up? And where are my mommy and daddy? I thought I would be staying with them?" Harry asked.

"I'm sure you'll be able to catch up, and no, you'll be staying at the castle, but you'll be able to see your parents on holidays and you'll see your brother through-out the year." Harry nodded, but said nothing.

They quickly made the trip up to his office, "Now I will put the sorting hat on you so it will sort you." He said.

While Harry had his back turned, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and murmured a spell. The spell hit the hat, then shouted out "Gryffindor!"

"Well done Harry!" Dumbledore said, his blue eyes twinkling. "Well done! I will have a teacher escort you to Diagon Ally and buy you your supplies for third year. Since the school has yet to start, the Gryffindor common rooms won't have a password yet so you are free to go in and out as you please.

"I warn you to stay away from the forbidden forest, they're are many animals there that would hurt an untrained wizard like yourself. But either than that, you are free to explore the castle as you wish, if you have trouble with anything, don't be afraid to ask the teachers, they will help you."

"Thank you professor," said Harry, in a quiet voice. "Could you show me where the Gryffindor dorms are?"

"Of course, my boy!" Harry followed him to the Gryffindor tower, memorising the path as they walked. Dumbledore had pointed out various important rooms, Harry stored them in his memory for later.

"Here is the Portrait to the Gryffindor common room," Dumbledore said, his voice full of cheer. "This is where I bid you good bye Harry. I will send a teacher up to retrieve you in an hour, so I suggest you don't wonder off!"

Harry waited for the portrait to open then climbed in. His eyes were assaulted with bright red and gold. "And I thought I was going to end up blind in Azkaban." Harry said to himself. He heard a whisper-like voice laughing. "Rashika, why not come out?" He asked the shadowed cat.

"The old one has many charms set up, he would detect a Shadow leader like myself, no matter how far my powers have come."

Harry scowled, his eyes turning into a smokey grey. Leave it to the old fool to ruin his life... Again! "How is our friend faring?" Harry asked, changing the topic.

"As well as anyone can in his position. For a death eater, he has certainly grown attached to you."

Harry's eyes turned a light-yellow color in amusement. "I'm glad he was there, I don't think I would have left Azkaban with my sanity intact."

"Who said you did?" She asked, amusement clearly in her voice.

Harry was about to retort when he heard the portrait door open. He quickly reigned in his emotions, turning his eyes back into their former green.

A tall, black-robed man had entered the common room, his eyes were as black and empty as the abyss itself.

"His darkness swirls around him. He is one of His." The shades whispered around him. "He is the Betrayer." Harry's eyes flickered toward the shades that spoke. They had no arms or legs, just a torso with a head, they also lacked a mouth, a nose, and ears. He could see the shadows swirling within them.

"I am professor Snape, and I will not be putting up with any of your foolishness, is that understood?" Snape said. Harry nodded, but did not take his eyes off of him. Snape was momentarily unnerved by his unemotional green eyes, but he quickly shoved the feeling away. "Follow me," His robes swished as he turned and went out the portrait hole. Harry quickly followed.

Once they were past the boundary, Snape grabbed his shoulder -Harry flinched- and apparated to Diagon Alley.

"Now, I have business of my own to attend to, I will not be stuck baby-sitting some third year, while I have more important things to do. You will be back here in two hours understood?" Snape said.

"Yes professor," Harry replied.

"Fail to show up, or leave Diagon Alley will result in punishment." With that, Snape had left Harry to his own devices.

Harry headed strait for the wand shop. Once he walked in, He knew something was off. He heard whispered laughing, laughing that sounded like the screaming of a thousand dieing babies.

"Why not come with us Harry?" The horrible things whispered. Harry turned to the voice, what he saw repulsed him. In the shadowed corner resided many child-like figures, They're eyes seemed to be ripped from they're skull, blood flowed freely from the empty holes, and they're mouths were sown shut. Somehow they managed to talk.

"Come with us Harry!" One of them from the left side said, Harry could not tell which.

Something from the right spoke "Yes, come play! We won't hurt you, we just want your eyes."

One from the middle stood out, it had eyes that were too small for the overlarge holes in its head. "We just want your eyes." They all lunged for him, only to be thwarted by Rashika.

"Get away from him you Nightmare!" The Shadowed cat growled. "Get away from my master!"

The Nightmare looked furious. "We want his eyes!" They all shouted together.

A long, shadowed snake had appeared. It had a mask covering its face. "Leave this place, you know you are not welcomed here."

They turned to the giant masked snake, and they knew they could not stand a chance against a shadow commander. They faded away into the shadows.

"You should be more careful." Harry turned and saw a man with silver eyes. "My shadow commander will not always be around to protect you."

"You're a shadow master? I thought I was the only one in this region," Harry said.

"We are very few here, most go to the north, where it remains dark for long periods of time, then again, most only have guides," Ollivander said.

"You must be very powerful to obtain a shadow commander," he said.

"Indeed, you must be here for a wand then Mr. Potter?" He asked. Harry nodded. "Which is your wand arm then?"

"How did you know my name?" Harry asked as he held up his left hand, a tape measure seemed to come out of nowhere and started to measure him.

Ollivander smirked and said "The shades know all."

"Cheater," Harry said, allowing his tight holds on his emotion to slip, his green eyes turning yellow in amusement.

He had tried almost every wand in the store, finally He had brought out a wand from the very back.

"Try this, burnt yew and essence of shade," Ollivander said, holding the blackened wand out to Harry.

Harry grabbed it and felt warmth flow through his body. He swished it, making black sparks come out. Harry paid seven galleons for his new wand.

Harry looked at Ollivander. "You wouldn't have certain... items, for sale would you?"

"Perhaps, depending on what items you seek," he said.

"The swords of shadow, and of light. Two daggers, of shadow and light."

Ollivander said nothing as he went to the back. It was several minutes before he came back. He held out a box. "They are shrunken inside. Two swords and two daggers, of shadow and light. I hope you know how to use them?"

"Shadow hurts all non-shadow types, while light hurts only shadow-types. Correct?"

He nodded. "They are all charmed to never dull or break."

"How much?" Harry asked.

"Thirty galleons,"

Harry paid him and left the shop.

End of Chapter Two