Dark Lord of Salvatore
03
ISDH
DLS
Harry stepped off the Bus, his pack, hanging from his shoulders, as he hopped to the curb. He breathed deeply in the warm summer air. That was when he noticed the two unhappy girls sitting on the bus bench, wearing matching school uniforms.
The Blond perked up, "You must be Harry Potter."
"I am" he grinned back.
"Well, I am Lizzy."she glomped onto his left arm, as the other took his right.
"I am Jo." Both were smiling and they meant it.
"You're Twins." Harry could feel the short hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
"Fraternal." they choursed, "How did you know?"
"I have a set of twins that hang with my group when they are between pranking or exploding their dorm room." Harry returned the joyous smile. "You have the same timing. Now, I do believe you lovely ladies were to show me the School?"
Harry felt their Magic pull on his Core, but their draining it, eased the itch that a full or over-full core caused. Of course they were draining so lightly, they did not notice.
Harry was assigned a room, handed a stack of books, and was told he would need to pass a test on the knowledge in those books when the School started up in the Fall.
He opened his pack, and pulled out a 'coffer'. Setting the coffer in the center of the room, he canceled the shrinking charm. As the thing grew, Harry breathed deep. It was getting time to get them out of there. Spinning the tumbler to the 'Flat' setting, he popped the latches, and opened the lid.
Staring up at him were three sets of eyes. One set was shaded grey, filled with haunted ghosts. Yellow eyes of 'fear' and 'hunt' were next, and deeper in the box was a set glowing green golf balls. "Okay Dobby, Unpack everyone and everything." As the elf went to work on settling his Human into this place, the two wizards stretched. "Snuffles, Lupin. While Dobby does what he does best, how about I take you to the Headmaster. Remember, you are going to smell scents that would normally cause your hackles to rise, but this is a school, where we are learning to harness our gifts in a controlled environment."
Black snorted, before he shook himself, and shifted to his alter ego. Lupin grunted. And both followed the lad down to the Headmaster's office. Harry knocked and opened the door, to see a black man looking up from the desk… "Dr. Saltsman?"
"Ah, Sorry, no." the black man came around the desk. "You must be Harry Potter. Jo told me she and Lizzy got you settled in before Lizzy had to leave." He offered his hand. "I am Dorian. What can I do for you?"
"What were you told of Lupin and Black?" Harry stepped to the side to let the man and dog into the room.
"Cub, he is a muggle." the man grumbled while the dog just sniffed him.
"Maybe. But he is in charge of a School for Magicals, Wolves, and Vampires." Harry turned to focus on the worn wizard, who cowed under his gaze.
"What was That?" Dorian stepped closer to Harry, his eyes flickering between the kid and submissive man.
"That was The Pup, reminding Moony that he is Alpha." Black was now at Dorian's back, the athletic black man snapped around. "Moony never was an Alpha, and the Pup's Father was the leader of our group. He'd go do something, and we would follow along just to see how things turned out. By our third year it was ingrained. When Prongs died, and I was locked away, Moony was lost. A man we respected second only to Prongs hid our Pup, and forbade us to look for him. This Summer, when Harry was recruited to your school, he called us together. Moony bonded not only to his cub, but a new Alpha."
"Our Wolves won't like that." Dorian sighed.
"They either accept it, or join Moony in serving his Alpha." Harry spoke softly. "Lupin can teach them things about their alter egos that take decades to learn. They will learn or they won't"
"How did he…" Dorian threw a thumb over his shoulder at Black.
"He is a Wizard, like I am. Only he learned a trick, so he could run with a werewolf under the full moon." Harry eased into a chair.
"That is Suicide." Dorian gasped.
"Only if he did so as a human. As Padfoot, or Snuffles, he was one with the pack." Harry turned to look at the two packmates, "My only question, How did you avoid eating the Rat?"
"He spent most of the time in your Father's antlers." Lupin grumped. "I can smell a Wolf around… but he seems trapped in his fur."
"Raph." Dorain looked out the window behind the desk. "Used a charm to force the change, but we are unsure of how to change him back. To make matters stickier, he is our Alpha."
"And Forcing the change again would do him no favors." Remus stepped to the window to peer out. "I would only advise it if he starts to lose himself to the Wolf completely."
DLS
[Flashback]
The Vampire's first time in Diagon Alley was much like Harry's. Inside the Bank, Harry asked to see his Account Manager. They were directed to a conference room. When the shaved head of Account Keeper Barchoke strode in, a female in pig-tails on his heels, a stack of files in her lacquered talons.
"Lordling Potter. Was not expecting you until tomorrow."
"Yes. My Uncle did not collect me from the Express. At the same time I was offered a position at a School in the Colonies. Now the School is outside of Hogwarts' Circle, but Lord Black will be with me. Either as my teacher, tutor, or adopted father. I need paperwork for myself, Lord Black, Our Steward, Lupin, And my class tutor, Hermione Granger."
The female scratched something on a scrap of parchment. "I will need Black, Lupin, and Ms Granger to visit to begin" Barchoke sneered. "But why are you changing schools?"
"I just got tired of fighting for my life each year. Every year for the last four years, the DADA teacher tried to kill me." Harry flopped back in his chair.
Barchoke frowned, "Forgive me if I missed something, but your third year DADA was Mr. Lupin, who you just…"
"Yeah." Harry chuckled. "On the night of the last Full Moon of the School Year, We caught a traitor to our Family. In his rush to enact vengeance, Black broke my best mate's ankle. In his Rush to protect me, Lupin forgot to take his 'Bane' Potion. As we exited into the open, the clouds broke and the moon lit up Lupin like a christmas tree."
"And how did you survive that one?" the Vampire asked.
"The Hippogryph we were smuggling off the grounds protected us."
The Goblins looked at him. Barchoke blinked twice as the Female turned to a smooth section of wall, tapped it, and poured a dark brown sludge into a tumbler, before resealing the wall. She placed the tumbler in Barchoke's hand. He took a gulp. Gasp! "Thanks Trixy." He shook his head, "Only you Potter."
"Okay, now onto business." Harry began to lay out what he needed done.
It would be hours before they left.
DLS
It had been a week since the Graveyard.
Riddle, AKA Lord Voldemort, was laying on the table/ altar. Covered by a silk sheet, as his Potion Master stood at his side, a selection of potions, potibles, and brews within reach. Snape had halted his decline, and reversed the rot, but had not been able to return the Dark Lord to 'full health'.
"Snape." the albino hissed, "I must speak to my Flock, if I am to Shepherd them. To do that, I must prove that I am still their Lord and Master."
"At this time, my Lord, an hour in a chair is the best we can do." Snape spoke with respect, but not fear nor guile. He knew his worth to the Dark Lord, and while it set him apart from the rest, it did not raise him above them, nor lower him. He did not bow and scrape as they did, but he lived under the Sword of Damocles. "You have lived a week with the venom of a Basilisk in your veins. Only Potter has done better, and that is with the help of Phoenix tears."
"Tonight! After sundown." the dark lord fell asleep, he would need his strength, he would need to be well rested.
Snape exited the room, closing the door behind him.
"Well?" the drawled snarl of his school chum Malfoy relayed many questions and demands with just the utterance of the single word.
"He Sleeps. He wishes to speak to everyone, tonight after sundown." Snape stepped away from the door. "His body has healed, the rot reversed, but he is still fighting the venom of the Basilisk." he poured himself a glass of whiskey, before turning to the platinum blonde. "Just how did he acquire the venom anyway? And where did the feathers come from?" He raised an eyebrow at Lucious.
Luci sipped from his wine goblet. "No Idea. He was standing in his robes, bare chested, bald, and Albino when I touched down. He sprouted the hood and feathers when he was ranting at us. The black veins slowly spread from that point to where they spiderwebbed under his skin. When the boy pointed them out, the Dark Lord was already rotting. He dismissed us, knowing where to find the boy come September, and hit my wards. I felt him pass as I went to get you."
Snape nodded. That was what the Dark Lord had told him as well. "Hooded?"
"Like a Cobra." Malfoy sighed.
"Potter once spoke of the Basilisk in the Chamber." Snape sipped. "It Too was Hooded, as it preened and Presented itself. Once it found him, it snapped the hood closed and struck at him, trying to eat him whole. Would have had him too, had he not had the Sword."
"So the extra snake traits, and the feathers come from using Potter's blood?" Lucius rechecked.
"Yes." Snape stared into the night out the window behind the desk, "The Master was already using Nagigi's venom both in the feeding of the Homunculus and the rebirthing potion. It is the only reason he survived the ritual in the first place. Now he can not be poisoned, and if he survives this next week, he should be regaining his strength." Snape locked eyes on his Godson's Father. "Using Potter's Blood bypassed Evan's Blood Protection, rendering the Boy's Muggle Aunt and Uncle unprotected, should the Master go after them. But We can not, as the old fool has perverted her gift to the boy, and warped the Blood Wards."
"Blood Wards?" Malfoy hissed, "A Mudblood used Bloodwards?" He drained his glass, before refilling from a decanter. "Where would she get the know how?"
"Black." Snape snarled. "And her Bloodline. She is no Mudblood. She is Squib-born. Slytherin in truth."
"No!" the albino paled even further.
"Yes." Snape snapped. "And only because she was a woman, could she not claim the Ring and denounce the Master. If the Boy ever finds out, he could strip all magic from the Master."
"So If the Master Dies, we spread a bit of gold to buy our way out, and business as usual." Luci made a gesture with his wine glass. "If the Master lives, we have someone we can trust to lead the Boy to up his Rings, cast down the Master, and the Master Dies!"
"No, you twit." Snape hissed, "Because of the Mark, striping Magic from the Master, strips Magic from the Marked as well. My Elf from the Castle reported that I left just hours ahead of the Aurors. I had locked everything down where I was the only one able to open the door. Even the Headmaster can not break through. I sent a letter to the old fool. I am 'spying on the Master'. Will report when there is something to report." He swirled the amber elixir in his palm. "A letter to the Headmistress, I am on Sabbatical, studying and experimenting on my new potion."
"That is something though." Malfoy stared into his wine glass. "Why is the Boy not wearing his Rings? He is the Heir Potter."
"Dumbledor claimed Privilege when the Potters died, and Black took the fall. He took over as the Boy's Guardian, and used his trust vault like his coin pouch." Snape sneered. "I asked about the Rings and Duties after their first year. The old buzzard told me he was not going to burden the boy with such things. He most likely has a 'last minute' Will written in the Boy's own hand, just waiting for the Boy to die facing the Master."
Malfoy sipped. "Last Month, I inquired about the Black Heirship with the goblins, seeing as Draco is now Fifteen. I was told he was at best third in line. They would tell me nothing more." He threw his wine glass into the fireplace. "Three days later, Cissy went alone to see the Black Account Manager, Ashrack. She was told Black, Sirius Black of all people, is named Lord Black, but he has yet to claim his Ring. He has written and filed a Will with the Goblins, leaving it all to his Godson."
Snaped raised an eyebrow, "How did she do that?"
Luci poured wine into a new glass that an elf had just delivered. "She went as Narcissa Black, Daughter of Black. Wore nothing of House Malfoy, not even her wedding ring. But in its place a scion ring of Black."
Snape leaned back into his chair, his eyes reading over the Potter Tree. He HATED Potter. Best way to kill those you hate; know everything about them. James' Mother was Dorea Potter… Nee Black! "The Boy's grandmother was a Black… of the direct Line, where Narcissa is a daughter of the Second Son of a Second Son." he snarled, hating Blood Politics. "The only reason Draco even has a chance is that Andy had a girl after marrying Tonks."
"What would the Old Man think of the Boy taking up his Ring? He has proven that he will never submit to the Master, but if we could shake him free from the Old Man's thumb?"
Snape stared into his drink, his mind weaving a tapestry from the threads that the Lord before him had provided. "With Potter Free from Albus' influence; Black and Lupin shift automatically to follow. Longbottom will join. Greengrass would be open to talks, and pending on how the Boy reacts, the undecided Light would flock to his banner. The girl, Granger, would side with him, but the Weasley boy is the Headmasters. Bones, both of them, would join Him" Snape looked at the man who led him to temptation, "It would change this from a two army war, to a three. And only the Fool is promised to Lose…"
"So the Question becomes, who do we have that should tell the Boy…" Luci smiled.
DLS
As the night gathered, Harry found himself wandering out into the field. He came upon a DIY home theater. Josie and a guy with fuzzy hair were sitting on a bench, talking. Talking about Raf…
Harry felt a pull towards the guy. Not a breeding urge, no the guy made his Magic sing. Like he was a part of It…
The guy snapped around, his eyes glowing with an eternal flame. "Who are you? Why does it feel as if you are holding a part of me?"
Harry dropped the Holly wand into his palm, his silver cuff completely releasing it. "My wand." He held it up, displaying it proudly, "Holly, 11 ¾ inches, flexible." the Guy's eyes had locked onto the stick… "with a tail feather core... " the guy seemed to enlarge, as he spread his arms to the side… "Phoenix Tail Feather." the wand ripped from his hands and slammed into the Yank's chest at bullet speeds. Half an inch from his chest the wood was turned to ash as the Feather merged with the flesh… causing the guy to combust…
Harry flexed his fist, and the cuff morphed into a bracer with an eighteen inch blade running from his elbow forward. He just watched the now 'ash statue' of the Guy that just 'ate' his wand.
Joise looked the guy over before walking over to Harry. "Where did you get the knife?"
"A last gift a friend of my Father's." Harry snapped his wrist, and the silver blade returned to it's silver cuff with Rubies and Owls. A thrust of his chin, "Is he going to be okay?"
Joise looked over her shoulder, "Landan? Pretty much. He is a Phoenix. Everynow and again, he turns to ash. Give him a few minutes and he will be back."
"He 'ate' my Wand!" Harry hissed, before locking eyes with the Witch, "A phoenix you say? Well that explains that."
"How important was your wand?"
"It is my primary focus for my Magic."
"Focus? We don't use focuses to work our magic, just power and incantations." she put her hand on Harry's left Arm, and 'pulled' on his magic, before thrusting her other hand towards the fire pit. Uttering a two word invocation too low for Harry to hear, and a bolt of Fire slammed into the fire pit.
Hard.
The Look on the Witch's face; awe, fear, euphoria. The Power she drew was different then the power that she normally wielded. It was thick, rich, and strong. Drawing from the School Wards was to drinking tea, as to drawing from Harry was to drinking a milkshake.
Awe; she did that Damage. With this Male at her side, She would no longer be weak!
Fear; She DID that Damage! With this male at her Command, She would be UnStoppable
Euphoria; the Power, as it burned through her channels, triggered every pleasure and bliss nerve ending in her body,
She snatched her hand away.
"Not Bad." Potter nodded, before locking eyes on the witch. "So, both you and your sister are witches, just lacking the personal Core. Where I come from, you would be labeled a squib and set aside. Damn PureBloods!" He muttered the last bit. He smiled, "With my wand, I would not be able to match the power of that spell. I could deal more damage, but not as a fire spell."
The wolf growled.
"Oh, stop it." Harry smiled at the canine. "I am not hitting on his girl." He dropped his smile, "Besides, it is her sister that has caught my eye." He frowned, "Her mix of Shattered Crystal, Bloodthirsty Warrior, and Entitled Diva." His twisted grin rebloomed at the witch before him. "If she had her own core, she would be walking a path akin to mine. Or from my read on her… Slinking."
"Your Magic… it was…"
"Careful there, Lassy." Harry sat to the left of the bench, the two were sharing before the fire. "Only in Combat are you allowed to touch my magic. That right is reserved for Lizzy." Helping himself to a handful of Popcorn, "What's tonight's feature?"
The Ash statue exploded, leaving Landan standing a little shaky. "Oh! That was a rush!" He staggered to his bench, Jo instantly at his side. "Tonight we are watching the original 'Living Dead' trilogy." A quick look between the two magicials, "What did you mean, 'His Girl'?"
"Just that had I not come out here to get away from the 'Grumps'*, odds are that she would have had you pinned to the ground, while she sucked your soul out." Harry tried to leer at the two courting yanks. "Take it from me. Very little can keep a witch from what she wants. In fact, the only reason I am unclaimed, is the witch that stood at my side for the last three years, thinks she does not stand a chance, and the others don't know how to get past her." He muttered something in latin… made a motion with his hand, before smiling.
"Jo. I spent the last ten years studying people, knowing what they were going to do, before they did it. Your Sister is the Alpha of your Pack. Always; me me me." He stood up. "Channel your inner Lizzy. Bird-brain here is already eating out of your hand. Now show him why he belongs to you." Looking back at the main building, "Lupin and Black went for a walk, and I have books to read." one last look at Landon, "You show signs of being handled before. Trust me, bowing to her will is worth it."
Harry Potter returned to his room.
"What was that about?" Landan turned to look at Jo… just before she tackled him off the back of the bench…
DLS
"So, I am told that you are responsible for the smug grin being sported by Daughter this morning." A warm voice interrupted Harry's thoughts as he was working his kitchen magic. "What do you have to say about it?"
"I just told her to channel her inner Lizzie, and Landan to go with it." Harry stacked the last of the 'cakes on the platter. "Are you joining us for Breakfast? If so, ignore the smaller plate of Bacon. That is for Hedwig." Harry gripped the big plate of griddle cakes, crispy bacon, and with a tightening of the air, lifted the entire table of food, and exited out of the kitchen, the laden plates floating about him at shoulder height.
Eric Saltzman blinked, as he followed the boy out into the dinning hall.
Josie and Landan were sitting closer this morning. Not too close, but closer. Both were flush. The two English men stood by the windows where they had been looking out over the grounds. Perched on Jo's shoulder was a white spotted owl, that barked at the sight of the floating plates. Everything touched down gently on the table, just before Potter crashed into his chair.
"Well done Pup!" the taller 'Wizard' strolled to the table. "Carrying everything, and wandless too?"
"Had too." the boy panted. "That bloody bird ate my wand!" He pointed at Landan. "Going to need to go to America's answer to Diagon Alley."
"Okay." the Shorter Wizard pulled up to the Boy's left. "We can go right after Breakfast. I need to file that I am back, and under a new Alpha anyways."
"What?" the phoenix-human frowned, "As in …"
"Yes, Lad." Lupin looked at Landan. "I am a werewolf. No I can not help your friend, he is an Alpha-loner. He is bound by coven magic." he sipped his coffee, before placing it on the Table before him. "I have not studied him, so there might be something I could do, but ripping him out of the Wolf is never the first option." a look at Harry, "We might be able to look him over tomorrow, once we are back from New York."
Landan nodded as he reached for the plate of bacon on the other side of Jo… when the Owl hissed, and hopped to the table, head low, wings spread…
Eric snorted. "So that's what you meant earlier. Landan, that plate is the Owl's" Looking at the Lad, "I take it she is your Familiar."
"You could say that." Harry ducked his head, but everyone could see his smile.
"You should hear his Dormmates." Lupin snorted, "One Saumis put it; 'His best Friend hen-pecks him almost as much as his owl'."
Black snorted.
"Why did Raf not have to file?" Landan reached for the other bacon plate.
"He is a 'Blood-lycan'." Lupin answered in his Professor's tone of voice. "The Only Magic in him is the curse of his Blood-line." he staked two cakes on his plate, before applying butter and syrup. "I, on the other hand, am a Magus infected with Lycanis-Vulipus. My bite during the Full Moon, can infect and/or kill the victim. His won't… unless you are a Vampire." He looked up at the silent table. "What?"
"I told the Headmistress that Lupin is a listed Master of the Dark Arts, and their Defenses." Harry looked at Dr. Saltzman. "He and his assistant can also teach the Magicals who are Wanded… and the other uses of wanded magic."
Eric sipped his coffee, and grunted.
DLS
When the Kids had scrambled off, and Lupin had walked Harry out the front door, Black turned to the Muggle. "You Sidestepped back there."
"Sorry?" Eric refreshed his coffee.
"My Heir tried to show Remus and myself at our best, and you sidestepped."
"Mr. Potter was acting under the impression that I am the Headmaster." Eric set his coffee down. "This is the last morning I will be allowed in these walls as anything other than a parent." he crossed his arms, "Last month, the students voted me out. Dorian is in fact looking for a new Headmaster."
Sirius refreshed his coffee cup. "Just curious, what is needed for one to be Headmaster?"
Eric recollected his cup, and led the english man out of the Hall, to the Office where they met the blackman, Dorian, the day before. He was once again in the office looking over some paperwork. "Hey Dorian. Sirius here asked about the Headmaster post…"
DLS
Three hours later, Harry Potter led a tired Lupin into the lobby of the Building of the MACUSA. Lupin had carried them there, 'hopping' from Mystic Falls to New York City. Then through the back streets to land across the street from the Woolworth Building.
At least the Magi of the States were more progrive than the English in dressing. Not a robe to be seen anywhere…
When the duo found the 'Body' for Protection of Magical Species , Lupin slumped into a seat, as Hary cued up. It took ten minutes for Harry to reach the counter, and by that time, Lupin had caught his breath, and returned to the Lad's side.
"Next."
"Lupin, Remus J." Harry spoke clearly. "Registered Lycan."
The wizard typed a few words into a 'type-writer/crystal ball' device.