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Death and Rebirth
Noir finds more, and the death of Harry James Potter and more.... Has some gory descriptions.
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"Do not fret my Lord, You are assigned heir by one James Potter the day you were born."
Harry was at a lost, he didn't know what to feel. Happy, angry, sad and more feelings he couldn't identify. He chose remained silent to hear his mother's will, the Goblin began again.
"I Lily Evans Potter, of sound mind and body hereby declare this my last will and testament. I give Noir Lumini Black vault 469, a chronosphere, and a journal that will explain everything. So it is said, so mote it be."
He still just couldn't get any worse than this assured Harry to himself. Of course he was wrong...
"My Lord we still have business to discuss and this is the journal from the will."
"O-okay"
Harry said in a shaky voice as he tried to get over the shock of what is happening to him.
So they talked, about his properties as Lord of 2 houses. And Dumbledore's stealing, Harry learned that Dumbledore had been paying Weasley and Granger with large amount of money and books from his family vault and library. He was also funding the Order with his Money! Whats worse was the monthly 1000 pounds being given to the Dursley's!!
He realized that there is a 90% chance that His best friends were just acting to be even his friends.
He also realized that His Uncle was living on his money and he was starved and slaved to death whilst his cousin had it all.
He just couldn't help it but be angry, very angry, very very angry. But he kept it inside of him not wanting a repeat of what he calls "the Office incident".
He bottled his anger for later, for now Harry Potter needs to die. For today there is no more Harry Potter, no more boy who lived, There was only Noir Lumini Black, the Black Light of The most Ancient and Noble house of Black.
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It has been two days since Harry had disappeared and still no signs of him, and the goblins where tight lipped no one spoke of him, when asked they deny any meeting of the said boy . Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore was frustrated,his years of planning was threatened and he will not allow it to fail because of one little boy.
As he contemplated on what to do, the door was slammed interrupting his train of thought. A panicked member of the order stood on his line of sight.
"Professor I think we have a problem."
"Is there an attack?!"
"No!... We found Harry Potter..."
"Good I need to speak to him immediately."
"Sir, Thats the problem. He's well ..."
"He's what?!" Dumbledore demanded, the order member flinched at the voice the leader of the light was using.
"He's... He's dead si-sir."
"What!!" he said as his magic aura
exploded, his magic visible to the naked eye. He asked "What do you mean dead?!"
The member seemed to shrink as he felt the magic seemingly binding him to his place.
He explained, while stuttering I might add. Of how he and his team found Potter's tortured, battered and bloody body hanging on the ministry office with his head hanged by his own intestines and eyes had been ripped out.
Needless to say Dumbledore was stumped, his mind went blank as he processed the information. He sent the member on his way and sat on his chair as again he contemplated.
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(I call Harry, Noir now okay)
Noir had just finished his plan on the death of Harry Potter. He sat on his chair and began to think on what to do.
He stared at the journal in his Hands and quickly decided to start reading what his mother gave him. He began to read the to flip through the covers to see a note it was written in elegant and precise writing.
Channel your magic through the chronosphere and we shall begin.
It simply said as he seriously considered doing just that. He thought that first he read the journal atleast.
Immortal battle of Hell
Demon's are an immortal race, I am the scribe of Hell writing to those of whom may read this. We are a genuine race full of variety one is vastly different from the other. Blood Gifts of different kinds help us. I for one is gifted in illusions, With our gifts we fight for our kingdom. God had ceaselessly wanted to conquer Hell for himself, He had sent squad after squad of angels they all failed before even stepping foot on our Kingdom Grounds. He waged war and summoned all his angels, in return our king Lucifer the 13th with his elites stand ground on the battlefield. 666 of his finest warriors had fought restlessly against the onslaught of thousands of angels. We held strong using our unique gifts to kill and disable Gods Warriors.
Our battle had lasted for days, then weeks and finally after a month of battle we had almost won if not for Michael ArchAngel of God defeated our king in battle. Hell had refused our calls our sanctuary rejected us without our king. We were defeated yet we did retreat.
I with all my comrades will put ourselves to deep sleep to await our new king.....
Sarehana,
Scribe and illusion master
It said and Noir just wouldn't believe this journal. How could this explain everything?
He decided to try the chronosphere maybe it would help him. He held the small orb in his hands and started pumping magic, he felt a suffocating feeling first then a pull on his whole body and with a flash of blue light he was absorbed into the orb. As the orb rolled on the floor the Black castle was again devoid of life like it was before Noir decided to stay.
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A/N:
Thank you to those reviews and the criticism really did help so please do so it really would help in making the story better. So till next time...
Harry was at a lost, he didn't know what to feel. Happy, angry, sad and more feelings he couldn't identify. He chose remained silent to hear his mother's will, the Goblin began again.
"I Lily Evans Potter, of sound mind and body hereby declare this my last will and testament. I give Noir Lumini Black vault 469, a chronosphere, and a journal that will explain everything. So it is said, so mote it be."
He still just couldn't get any worse than this assured Harry to himself. Of course he was wrong...
"My Lord we still have business to discuss and this is the journal from the will."
"O-okay"
Harry said in a shaky voice as he tried to get over the shock of what is happening to him.
So they talked, about his properties as Lord of 2 houses. And Dumbledore's stealing, Harry learned that Dumbledore had been paying Weasley and Granger with large amount of money and books from his family vault and library. He was also funding the Order with his Money! Whats worse was the monthly 1000 pounds being given to the Dursley's!!
He realized that there is a 90% chance that His best friends were just acting to be even his friends.
He also realized that His Uncle was living on his money and he was starved and slaved to death whilst his cousin had it all.
He just couldn't help it but be angry, very angry, very very angry. But he kept it inside of him not wanting a repeat of what he calls "the Office incident".
He bottled his anger for later, for now Harry Potter needs to die. For today there is no more Harry Potter, no more boy who lived, There was only Noir Lumini Black, the Black Light of The most Ancient and Noble house of Black.
a a a a a a a a a
It has been two days since Harry had disappeared and still no signs of him, and the goblins where tight lipped no one spoke of him, when asked they deny any meeting of the said boy . Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore was frustrated,his years of planning was threatened and he will not allow it to fail because of one little boy.
As he contemplated on what to do, the door was slammed interrupting his train of thought. A panicked member of the order stood on his line of sight.
"Professor I think we have a problem."
"Is there an attack?!"
"No!... We found Harry Potter..."
"Good I need to speak to him immediately."
"Sir, Thats the problem. He's well ..."
"He's what?!" Dumbledore demanded, the order member flinched at the voice the leader of the light was using.
"He's... He's dead si-sir."
"What!!" he said as his magic aura
exploded, his magic visible to the naked eye. He asked "What do you mean dead?!"
The member seemed to shrink as he felt the magic seemingly binding him to his place.
He explained, while stuttering I might add. Of how he and his team found Potter's tortured, battered and bloody body hanging on the ministry office with his head hanged by his own intestines and eyes had been ripped out.
Needless to say Dumbledore was stumped, his mind went blank as he processed the information. He sent the member on his way and sat on his chair as again he contemplated.
a a a a a a a a a
(I call Harry, Noir now okay)
Noir had just finished his plan on the death of Harry Potter. He sat on his chair and began to think on what to do.
He stared at the journal in his Hands and quickly decided to start reading what his mother gave him. He began to read the to flip through the covers to see a note it was written in elegant and precise writing.
Channel your magic through the chronosphere and we shall begin.
It simply said as he seriously considered doing just that. He thought that first he read the journal atleast.
Immortal battle of Hell
Demon's are an immortal race, I am the scribe of Hell writing to those of whom may read this. We are a genuine race full of variety one is vastly different from the other. Blood Gifts of different kinds help us. I for one is gifted in illusions, With our gifts we fight for our kingdom. God had ceaselessly wanted to conquer Hell for himself, He had sent squad after squad of angels they all failed before even stepping foot on our Kingdom Grounds. He waged war and summoned all his angels, in return our king Lucifer the 13th with his elites stand ground on the battlefield. 666 of his finest warriors had fought restlessly against the onslaught of thousands of angels. We held strong using our unique gifts to kill and disable Gods Warriors.
Our battle had lasted for days, then weeks and finally after a month of battle we had almost won if not for Michael ArchAngel of God defeated our king in battle. Hell had refused our calls our sanctuary rejected us without our king. We were defeated yet we did retreat.
I with all my comrades will put ourselves to deep sleep to await our new king.....
Sarehana,
Scribe and illusion master
It said and Noir just wouldn't believe this journal. How could this explain everything?
He decided to try the chronosphere maybe it would help him. He held the small orb in his hands and started pumping magic, he felt a suffocating feeling first then a pull on his whole body and with a flash of blue light he was absorbed into the orb. As the orb rolled on the floor the Black castle was again devoid of life like it was before Noir decided to stay.
a a a a a a a a a a a a
A/N:
Thank you to those reviews and the criticism really did help so please do so it really would help in making the story better. So till next time...
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