Thanks to Feline-x for beta'ing this story! Please read and review!

Sorry this took so long to get up, I had a different PC but it had a virus, I couldn't get it out so I switched back to the old one, and I couldn't think of what would happen next.

There is some good news, I'm currently typing out a long oneshot that will cover Harry's years in Azkaban. It will be called Road to Insantiy I warn you, it will be rated M. The warnings will be in the oneshot itself once I get it up. I'm still only at year three though, so I need more time to put it up. But, I will announce it on here when it's up.

I hope you enjoy Chapter Five.

Warning: This is a Dark Harry fic so if you don't like, then don't read.

I don't own Harry Potter, I do own everthing about the Shadows. There will be no pairings, at all.

"Talking"

"Speaking in Shadows"

News Artical

Chapter Five

An owl came about one and a half months before September first. It was from a Gryffindor he had talked to last year.

Dear Harry,

I hope your summer has been well. I've been very busy, studying the new books we were assigned. I also got an owl, his name is Osmosis and he's the owl that delivered this letter. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys, your brother, and I? They had an extra ticket. So do you want to?

How is yout homework going? I've already done most of mine, although they're mainly a roll of parchment or so longer than the teachers asked for!

Hoping you are well,

Hermione Granger

Harry looked at the letter with disdain. Why did he have friends again? He shook his head, but agreed he would go. Who knew? Perhaps he would like Quidditch. Harry snorted, as if. He wrote his response and gave it to the owl.

Time Skip

Harry was agitated, not only had Rabastan not yet responded but now he was being annoyed by the Weasleys, who had yet to shut up for one second. Not to mention his annoying brother who strutted around like he was a king. Why did he agree to this again?

The Quidditch match was over quickly,although not fast enough for Harry's taste. He was pretending to sleep when Mr. Weasley 'woke' him up. "There's been an attack. I want you and the others to go to the forest and hide there." He addressed them all.

They quickly went to the forest, Harry had gotten 'separated' from the group. He summoned his mask and a black trench coat, along with his four weapons, the two swords were on his back, crisscrossed, while the daggers were on each side of his hip.

"Time to play," he whispered. All three appeared. "Show them why they should fear the shadows."

"Of course, master." She said.

"We get to play in the mortal world!"It said, practically jumping up and down as Shade summoned three masks of pure black.

"Wear these, to show you belong to me." They put them on, the masks covered their faces completely.

"But master-" It began, holding the mask in her hand."Are you disobeying me?" Shade hissed menacingly.

It's eyes widened. "No! I meant no disrespect!"

Suddenly, his dagger of light was imbedded in It's shoulder. The little girl let out a wimper. "You never disobey me! If you do so again, I will reconstruct you." He pulled the blade harshly from her shoulder -leaving a large gash- and put it away. "Now leave."

They had left, Shade could hear the screams of their victims already...

He heard a choking sound behind him, he turned and saw his two 'friends'.

"What do we have here? Lambs lined up for the slaughter?" Ron Weasley pulled out his wand and aimed it at Shade unsteadily. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Put that away before you hurt yourself." Ron stood his ground. "Fine." He took out his own wand and flicked it at him, causing Ron's wand to jump out of his hands and in front of Shade. "Was that so hard? Now run along like little sheep, before I change my mind and kill you."

"You can't just kill people!" A bushy haired girl cried.

He smiled. "Do you want to take their place? I would be happy to trade. Blood is blood to me."

Granger pulled out her own wand and yelled, "Stupefy!"Shade disappeared from sight. She blinked.

"I gave you a chance to run. You should have taken my offer." Shade hissed when he reappeared behind her. In less than two seconds, he took out his black dagger and slashed her across the back,. She fell to the ground, screaming, the back of her shirt was soaked with blood. Ron went pale and vomited at the sight. "So weak." A black cat appeared. "Seems you're in luck today." He turned to Rashika "You know what to do.""Of course." She disappeared.

He grabbed the fist that swung at him. "You never learn do you?" He said calmly as he crushed the wrist of Ron Weasley. Shade snapped it in half, Ron screamed.

"Put my son down!" Mr. Weasley yelled, his voice full of worry and anger.

Shade turned his head, almost lazily, toward him and sighed, "Never a moment's rest."

Suddenly, he smiled. "Shall I play a game with you Weasley?" He asked. "You get to decide who will stay behind. Who will live… and who will die. Failure to choose, I will kill them both."

Mr. Weasley fell to his knees. "Please, don't take my son." He said in almost a whisper.

Shade dropped his son and picked up Hermione by her hair, she was screaming at him to let her go. He didn't comply. "Her death is on your head." They disappeared in a black mist without another word.

In Castle Sombra Emergente

"She, bring Rabastan to me," He told his puppet.

She left and came back quickly "Yes?" Rabastan asked, he hadn't expected Harry here so soon.

He threw the girl between them. "Take her to the dungeons, but do nothing else. Wait." He grinned again. "Give her a roommate."

He nodded and proceeded to drag the struggling girl down to the dungeons. When he got there, he tossed her into the cell that was currently holding a different prisoner.

"She could have done that master," She said.

"She would have put up a fight, you would have ended up killing her," he said. "Go back to the Quidditch World Cup, take your blood lust out on them.""Thank you master," She said, and shadow faded from the room.

At first Hermione just lay there, her wounds hurt too much to move. Eventually she took in her surroundings, it wasn't until a few moments did she notice a shivering bundle in the corner.

"H-hello?" She asked uncertainly. The bundle quivered even more, Hermione put her hand on it.

A scream ripped from Hermione's and the thing's mouth at once. She saw when it moved it's head in her direction, it had no eyes, they seemed to be clawed from the sockets, it's face was coated in blood and filth. When it spoke, it's voice was raspy, as if it hadn't had water for days, or it's throat was torn to shreds. Hermione guessed it was both.

"Kill me."

Hermione struggled to move away from it. Tears streaming down her face. What kind of monster would do this?She wondered as she watched the broken thing from across the cell.

"I hope you are enjoying your stay?" Shade asked. "I wouldn't want my new guest to feel unwelcome."

She looked at him in horror. She didn't want to think what he had in mind for her, if he did that to the thing at the other side of the cell."No answer? That's not very polite, Hermione. Maybe I shall have to beat the manners into you?" His voice turned into a hiss. "Like I did with Rita Skeeter over there?"Hermione turned her head to the corner. That was Rita Skeeter!? She wasn't recognizable anymore, Hermione couldn't even tell if it was male or female.

"What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything she didn't deserve." He said.

"No one deserved that." She said, before she was flung against the wall.

"You know nothing!" Shade growled in anger. "She deserved everything she received!"

"And you don't!?" Hermione screamed, feeling braver than what she was.

Shade ripped off his mask, revealing his green eyes and his lighting bolt scar. "She made my life a living hell." He hissed. "Don't you dare presume she was innocent."

She gasped. "H-Harry?" Of all the people she thought was behind that mask, she never once thought, that the broken, quiet, little boy was actually the cold-hearted sadistic killer Shade.The black cat appeared. Harry turned his head towards it. Harry growled.

"Our time, it seems is cut short… for now." He shadow faded from Sombra Emergente, and back to the woods.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley yelled when he spotted him. "Have you seen your brother!?"Harry shook his head. On the outside he was worried and pale, but on the inside, he was raging with anger. Did he mean nothing? Was his false savior of a brother more important than him!? Of course. Justin was the boy-who-lived. He was just the brother. Harry had the strongest urge to kill something.

Calls of "stupefy" could be heard. Mr. Weasley, his youngest son, and Harry went running toward the cries. They had stunned his brother. It was all he could do to not laugh.

"Stop! Stop! That's the boy-who-lived!" Mr. Weasley cried as he ran toward Justin. He took out his wand and said. "Eneverate."

"Mr. Weasley?" Justin asked groggly.

"Did you see who conjured the dark mark!?" Mr. Crouch asked worridly. "Who was it!?"Justin shook his head. "I saw someone, but I couldn't see their face. But I know it was a man's voice, over there." Harry watched as Crouch's face went pale, he went over to the direction Justin was pointing. The man -if it was possible- went even more pale."I found this," grunted one of the aurors. In his hand was a wand.

"That's mine!" Ron exclaimed. "I lost it before we went into the woods." He took the wand away from him and stuck it back into his pocket.

End of Chapter Five