chapter 4
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I watched from the top of the stairs as my sire and dam played with JJ down in the living room I can just about see into. we moved back into the manor the morning after the attack, I felt my lip pull back off my teeth in a silent snarl. Dumbledore proclaimed the brat as the now known Boy-Who-Lived, the one to stop the 'Dark' lord the one to Vanquish him, he also told my 'mother and father' i have no magic.
I held off snarling feeling the very magic that say I do not have boil beneath my skin, I have been pushed away, forgotten all for their new famous son. if It was not for the house-elves I would got hungry, they see to my every needs, that I am looked after they remember I am here, that I am a child of the potter house.
I sighed leaning back against the wall watching before looking down at the book held to my side "what are you doing Grandson". I looked to the right spotting the portrait of my grandparents Fleamont and Euphemia, I gave them a smile "goodmorning Grandmother, Grandfather" I said, Grandma smile back as Grandpa looked to the three down stairs "what are you planing old soul" she asked.
I looked sharply at that, knowing she did not mean i am an old soul in a young body as the non-magical say but she knows i turly am a reincarnited soul "how i have not told anyone" i asked. Grandpa looked to me with a grin "you are not the first reborn we have met, we have a friend we visit now and again, he and his many adopted sons and duaghters. An Edward Newgate" he replied, i blinked at he name "Whitebeard" i asked thinking of the only man i know by that name and one who likes to have lots of adopted brats as he called them. they nodded looking between them selves then back to me "and who would you be" Grandma asked, i gave a fanged grin letting the illision over them drop "i am the darkness, the demon hound of hell" i replied with a bow.
I got a good laugh reading the stories the legends of my time, how they changed from how it really was, how the second pirate king and the hound and king of hell are told as two separtte beings when in truth they are one and the same.
I looked down at my three living Blood Relatives "I'll be right back I think it is time for a test" I told the painting before moving down to join the other three as I moved I called on the image, the persona of a four year old I am in body.
I moved into the living room heading for my dam and pulled on her skirt, she looked down on me so i held up the book making my eyes widen. she looked back to my brother before pushing me away "not now Lucifer" she said, i narrowed my eyes the only time she ever using my full first name is if i have done something wrong.
I moved to my sire next pulling on his top only to repeat what I did with Lily, he too pushed my away harder then she did almost making me lose balance "not now boy" he said. Now he has never called me that, always luffy, Lu, son or even prongslet a few time.
I looked to my brother watching him playing with his toys, i sat down in front of him taking the toy he just put down to move on to another one. I saw him look to it before his eyes started to water and he let out a wail, not even a month and already spoiled.
My head snapped to the side as my eyes water, I raised my hand to touch my burning cheek, I turned my eyes to my sire seeing his hand still raised "go to your room" he said though gritted teeth.
I left the room moving back up the stairs, I looked to the wide eyed painting of my elders "next time you go and see Newgate tell Darkness is going to visit soon and only Darkness" I told them move off.
I moved to my small room and into my even smaller bathroom having been put into the smallest room in the manor, an old servents room. i looked into the mirror seeing the bruise already forming, frowning I bared my fangs guessing it will take over the whole of the left side of my face. he did not pull that hit, he even cut me with his head of house ring, I snorted seeing it sit under my left eye.
It seems i have become an omega, I let out a bitter laugh, from Alpha, a captain, commander, a king to the lowest of the low. An outcast one who dose not belong, wont be long till i am cast out of my own home.