Harry smirked at the two sitting at the table and carried the tea over, offering some to each of them. Lucius watched him thoughtfully while Snape watched him in a cautious manner. They both sat at the table in his tent. He had invited them for tea. They had agreed, Lucius out of curiosity it appeared and Snape because he had no reason to refuse. Harry sat across from them and for a few minutes silence reigned, each lost in their thoughts.

"Why, Potter, are you hanging out with a vampire and a werewolf?" Snape finally asked, breaking the silence.

Harry wasn't to surprised the man knew what they were. Snape was a spy, someone who needed to observe everything and piece things together, someone who needed to know every small detail. With Noir's pale skin and slightly sharper teeth and ethereal beauty the observant would be able to tell. With the gold eyes, the feral feel, and the rough look of Maen observant people would be able to tell. Harry sipped his tea, a small smirk on his face.

"You could call them…"

Harry paused to frown thoughtfully. Teachers? Roommates? Friends? Lovers?

"Friends with benefits."

Lucius choked on his tea and Snape spit his out gasping. They both looked up at him with wide eyed and slightly open mouths.

"You're fourteen!" Snape snapped after a moment. "Not even of legal age! Those two have to be at least twenty!"

"Actually Noir is around a thousand and Maen is two hundred and seventy."

They were staring again.

"An ancient." Snape said in a half strangled voice.

Harry nodded absently.

"They didn't force you to do anything?" Lucius asked, eyes slightly narrowed.

"No. They did not do anything against my will." Harry said simply, swirling the tea in his cup. "Even if they did, I doubt anyone could stop them."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Then Harry gave them a small smile, which seemed utterly fake.

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Snape shuddered and Lucius glanced at his friend in concern. Snape was staring straight at Harry, black entrapped by green. He shuddered again and Lucius shifted slightly. Then Harry's smile turned to a dark smirk.

"Are you afraid of me Snape?" he asked.

Lucius wanted to snort at the ridiculous question, of course Snape wasn't afrai-

"Yes." Snape breathed, voice shaking just slightly. "You utterly terrify me."

Lucius stared at his friend, then back to Potter. He didn't see how his friend could be scared of Potter. The boy gave off an air of intelligence and maturity beyond his years, but that was all really. Then Harry went utterly blank. The whole air seemed to change around him. Hair seemed darker, skin seemed paler, eyes seemed like the death curse. He gave off an aura that just screamed power, screamed dominance, screamed age and wisdom. Lucius was reminded so much of Voldemort he made the movement to get on his knees and kiss Harry's feet.

There was a difference between his lord and Harry though, he could feel it. Voldemort ruled by fear and pain. He ruled with suffering and hate. Harry was the image of apathy. He had no motives, no emotion. He was so utterly dark and powerful Lucius would have taken his side over Voldemort's any day. He seemed dark, powerful, mature, intelligent. He looked exactly how a dark lord should; beautiful, powerful, intelligent, calm. The image of the dark beauty of Harry Potter was burned into his mind.

Harry gave a small smirk and a dark amusement seemed to pull at the air around him. It wasn't the kind you had to be wary of like with Voldemort, it was on that said no matter what you did he wasn't going to get mad, as everything you did was to trivial to get worked up about. Harry seemed so sharp, so influential, so wise, Lucius felt like a child looking up at their elder. He felt so insignificant. He saw something in Harry that was different from Voldemort. He had mercy, he had a deeper understanding, he had a different view, he had no hate. If Harry decided to rule the world Lucius doubted few could stop him, and few would want to. His senses were telling him to treat Harry like a dark god or perhaps demon or fallen angel, bow before him, listen to him, do anything for him. A deep instinct told him Harry could rule him without trying.

Then the aura was repressed and Lucius let out a breath he didn't realize he had held the whole time. Snape shuddered again beside him and Lucius understood why. He wondered how long Snape had known that Harry held more then met the eye. Wondered how long he knew how powerful Harry was, what he could do. No wonder he was terrified of the boy. Before this the idea of Potter being a … dark lord would have been utterly ridiculous. But now… he already was one. He had the dark allure and power to be called one.

Harry could hide everything and anything from everyone. He could be planning at any moment and none would know.

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Harry noticed Lucius shaking slightly now also and tilted his head slightly. Noir had told him once, when he had released all his barriers and shields, mental and spiritual, that he was terrifyingly powerful, dark, and intelligent. But Noir had just stared an extra moment before giving him an odd smile. He saw now the effect was different on other wizards. Noir was thousands of years old and had probably felt a lot before, but most wizards hadn't. He saw the two looking down, trying not to meet his eyes and understood. They saw him as someone who could rule them, kill them.

He gave an absent smirk and sipped some tea. He had said he was on his own side. Perhaps he should draw some people to that side. He already knew Noir and Maen were on his side. So were Blaise and Hermione. Maybe D too. He wasn't sure with the last one. He looked to two over and smirked. They would join his side, he knew they would. He stood and glided around the table to them. He reached up and stroked some of Snape's hair. He felt the man tremble slightly under his fingers. From what? Fear? Hmm.

"Look at me Severus."

Snape looked up, as if he couldn't disobey and Harry stared into his ink black eyes. Harry looked down at the man (as he was higher when he stood and the man sat) and smiled, just slightly, in a comforting way. Snape relaxed just slightly. Harry wrapped his arms around the man's neck and pulled his head into Harry's chest resting his own head on the man's and stroking his hair with his right hand.

"You do not have to be terrified of me Severus. I won't kill you or torture you."

He felt the man quiver once. He knew Snape wasn't a man to fear much. He worked as a spy between Voldemort and Dumbledore, risking his life all the time. That built a fear resistance in him, and to see him so scared of Harry was almost intoxicating.

"I have no need to kill you." He said.

"…what happens when I fight on a different side?" Snape breathed.

Harry gave a laugh, a mix of dark amusement and strong belief.

"Would you truly wish to fight against me, rather then with me?"

"…No."

Harry smiled and kissed the top of his head.

"Then I shall not kill you."

He let Snape go and moved back to his seat. He looked up at Lucius as Snape looked at the ground, and smirked.

Lucius swallowed thickly. The small exchange had cemented Lucius's decision. He'd be on Harry Potter's side.

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Harry walked up the stairs, ignoring all the looks he got, some of lust, some of caution, some of awe. It seems more then a few people recognized him. He finally reached the area he was to sit. He stepped into the top box and spotted Lucius and Draco sitting with Narcissa to the left with the Minister of magic, a few other people. Then there was the Weasely family sitting to the right. Harry got a few looks from them. Harry's eyes drifted over the 'empty' seat next to a house-elf. He tilted his head but did not say anything. He moved to the last three empty seats, sitting himself in the middle one. Noir and Maen sat on either side of him. Fudge immediately rose and came over, smiling eagerly.

"Mr. Potter! It's an honour to meet you."

"It's an honour to meet you also Minister." Harry nodded politely.

"Please, call me Cornelius."

Harry gave another nod. Fudge sent nervous looks to the two sitting beside him. They gave him toothy grins.

"A-and who are these?" He asked nervously.

"Noir Melrose and Maen Cross. Some friends of mine."

The man nodded and returned to his seat. Harry only half listened as one of the men started off the game and the teams flew in. He did curiously pick up a piece of Leprechaun golf, holding it between his fingers as he looked it over with a tilted head. After a minute he clenched his fist and it when he opened it the coin was gone. Noir chuckled, almost a giggle, as Maen rolled his eyes.

Harry watched the game as it dragged on. Both teams were good. Ireland was better. But then, Victor Krum was the better seeker. You could tell by the way he flew. Harry found himself soon just watching Krum. The man was very good at flying. Harry found himself wondering who as better; Krum or himself. He hummed idly. Then he smirked. Maybe he would get to find out later this year.

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Harry was rudely awaken by a knock on his tent. He wondered briefly how the tent door was solid enough to knock on but ignored that as he slid from the bed and the arms that had been wrapped around him. He moved to the tent door and swung it open coming face to face with Lucius. The man opened his mouth then gave Harry a startled look. Must be because he as only wearing boxers.

"Yes?" he asked.

Lucius shuffled awkwardly which seemed unlike the aristocrat.

"You may wish to leave the area."

Harry raised a brow. Then he heard the first screams and saw the dull glow of fire.

"Aw. I see." He said simply and gave Lucius a nod.

The man hurried off, slipping on what appeared to be a white mask. Harry returned to his room and pulled his clothes on. Maen and Noir were already up, having probably smelled the blood and terror already. They were packed in under a minute and exiting the camp grounds, dodging screaming and running people, and flaming tents.

They were almost out of the anti-apparation wards (which had been set up) when a group of Death eaters crossed their path. Well it was more like the death eaters were torturing a few people in front of their path. Harry gave a slight sigh and made to go around them when the death eaters spotted them.

"Look here boys! More play things!" One laughed.

The others all laughed and raised their wands. Harry raised his hand and a basketball sized flame appeared above his fingers, white hot in color. The death eaters were obviously confused and didn't move. Harry threw the fireball with the flick of his wrist. It collided with one death eater and he went down screaming, fire consuming his body quickly. In a flash five more similar balls of fire appeared in front of Harry. They hit the remaining death eaters. Their screams rang out. Harry quenched the fire when it had turned the death eaters to ash so it did not spread. The group that had been being tortured looked up at him in fear. He gazed down blankly.

"Come on Harry." Noir called to him.

While he had killed the death eaters they had moved on ahead. Harry slid around the people and followed the two out of the chaos.

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End of Chapter 28.