Categories > Books > Harry Potter > A New Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this as of yet. Harry Potter belongs to Rowling, Black Jewel Trilogy to Bishop, and this story for the first few chapters comes directly from The-Caitiff with permission of course. In fact, a lot of the ideas come from The-Caitiff.
/This is a form of psychic communication the Blood use./
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Harry appeared with a crack in the dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place. He was unsure what to think about the events and people earlier. On the one hand, these mysterious people claimed that they could teach him forgotten magics, on the other none of them even used a wand. There was a brief display of wandless talent from two of them and of course the mental speech from the Lady, but their abilities were as yet unkown.
Harry REALLY disliked unknowns. How had they arrived if not apparition or portkey. How had they found him in the first place. How had the winged one made himself invisible? Where had they come from that they didn’t know about wands and laws against murder?
Confident in the security of the Fidelius, Harry sat down to write his note for Hermione, just in case. He might have to stretch the truth a bit, but no one would ever know.
CRASH
Then again, perhaps someone should know. At the sound, Harry jumped up and made his way to the bottom of the steps. From the first landing, he could he voices, one in particular that made him furious.
"Be quiet, you fools!" hissed the voice of Narcissa Malfoy. "We don't know how long it's going to be empty. Get the traps set, the rest of the gear packed, and get out of here!"
Malfoy was here, but that couldn't be right. Sure she was a Black, but the Fidelius should have... Then it hit him. Dumbledore was the secret keeper, and he had cast the charm. When he died, the ward fell, and all the Blacks remembered their ancestral home. Harry cursed. He had to stop them, or the Order would get hit when they showed up. Moving quickly and quietly, he climbed the stairs. However, he forgot one thing, the portrait of Mrs. Black. Apparently, she stayed quiet for Narcissa, but when she saw him, she started in with her screeched insults.
"MUDBLOOD! FILTH!"
"Shit." Three Death Eaters and Narcissa spun towards him, all of them with their wands drawn. Harry was immediately disarmed and thrown back with a concussion hex. He slammed into the wall and watched as a twisting red spell rushed towards him. He raised his arm in a warding gesture and watched in fascination as a pitch-black shield sprung up in front of him and the spell deflected away. Not wanting to question his luck, he threw his arms out, releasing a pulse of magic, and watched as two of the Death Eaters crashed through the wall behind them, sending the loot around them flying in all directions. Narcissa snarled at him and afamiliar green light shot from her wand. Again, Harry watched as the spell simply bounced off the shield, destroying a considerable portion of the wall next to him. He put all his will into stopping her...
...and they both watched in horrid fascination as the shield reformed into ablade of energy that rocketed at her, hitting her with such force that her limbs literally flew away from her body when it impacted. As the dust settled, Harry could see pieces of what was once Narcissa Malfoy littering the house. Utterly exhausted, he collapsed to his knees, only to shriek in sudden agony and flail in place as he was hit with the Cruciatus from behind. He managed to catch a glimpse of the last Death Eater making his way slowly backwards down the stairs. Just as he passed out of sight, the door flew open and there was a flash of light and a surge of incredible power before gore sprayed everywhere. As he passed out from the pain, he caught sight of Jaenelle, eyes cold and furious rushing towards him.
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He awoke to a gentle humming and a cool rag on his forehead. He groaned and tried to sit up, and as he opened his eyes he realized it was Jaenelle humming.
She looked up when he moaned. "How do you feel?"
"Actually, not bad. How..."
Lucivar walked in. "Cat's an amazing healer. Not that you were too bad, anyway."
"So, I know the reason I wanted to use this place as a test isn't even active anymore, so what took you so long to get here?"
"Because,"Saetan said, "we took the winds. Most people don't throw themselves through the Darkness like you, it's unpleasant and noisy."
"I can understand that, it IS a rather unpleasant sensation, but it's a far sight better than portkeys and floo. I much prefer to fly. That's where Ican feel truly free.”
“I suspect that you'll have no problems getting along with Lucivar and Jaenelle then. Those two fly like they were born in the air. Just don’t let them talk you into trying the Runs before you know you're ready.”
Harry smirked. "Oh, I think I can take just about anything."/'Wait 'till they see...' "/Out of curiosity, how is it that you could talk to Hedwig?"
Jaenelle answered. "I can communicate with all Kindred, as can anyone I have taught."
“Kindred?”
“Magical animals, creatures other than humans who can use Craft.”
“Oh, well I get along with most of them in this world. The most important thing is to remember that they are equals. They may be different but they are magical and deserve respect.”
“Boyo, you just earned major points with that answer. Cat here has a very special relationship with the Kindred. They seem to like her more than the rest of us, but that’s because she always knew what you just said. The rest of us had to learn it. Keep that attitude and you will go far.” Lucivar seemed to be gaining respect for Harry by the minute.
Harry decided he could trust them, nominally at least; they did share his views it seemed. “Ok, well before we get down to anything serious, or leave to start this training, I think you need to know who I am and why I need your help. You apparently heard my wish and came to answer it, but now I need you to understand why I was calling for help in the first place.”
Over the next hour, Harry filled the three in on some of the things he had been through, and the state of the wizarding world. They were interested to learn about Dumbledore and Voldemort, and the way magical education worked. They were appalled (as most everyone is when told) to learn how Harry had grown up. Jaenelle just hardened her expression, but Saetan and Lucivar looked ready to kill. Suddenly, all three froze, the same thought had just popped into their minds. They looked at each other with eyes full of fear and whispered a name, “Daemon”./Sadi will turn this kid into a nightmare. I know they both have pure hearts, but they are way too much alike/ Lucivar voiced his fears They both grew up slaves, unloved and hated. They are both legends in their own time with people who love or hate them without ever meeting them. And I can’t be sure but that torture curse he was talking about might be as bad as a Ring. Those two will either be powerful allies or deadly enemies.
I’ll see to it that Daemon knows not to push too hard, but he may want to teach him. I shudder to think what he will teach him. I only ever danced with The Sadist that one time in Hyall, but that was too much. Now there are two of them. Mark my words, this kid will come out of his birthright ceremony with a dark jewel. He might not be as strong as you or I, Lucivar, but if his destiny is to fight a grey or ebon-grey warlord, he will be powerful. Saetan was a little upset too. It seems that they had come to the rescue of something they never expected. Jaenelle, can you sense what Jewel Harry will wear?I can tell its dark, but I cant get a firm grasp on it without being in his mind.
I do know, but I won’t be telling yet. That is for him to decide.
Harry finished his story and looked at his guests, the question he had on his mind the whole night once again came to mind. “Well, since I am going to be learning and training with you, I need to know what you want in return, where we will be doing this training, and when we will start.”
“Well boyo, speaking for my brother and I, we will teach you for free. Daemon and I can help you learn what it really means to be a Warlord Prince, and how to fight properly. We’ve fought people like this Voldemort before, and we know how they work. But we might ask for your help later, so maybe it isn’t so free after all.”
“I will teach you healing and some of the black widow’s craft in exchange for more you teaching me what you can about this animagus transformation you are doing. Let’s call it a trade of services.”
“I can teach you all the rules of etiquette, how to run a business and aterritory, how to interact in social functions. I will teach you all the basics of being a high class gentleman. In return I will want afew supplies, and some of that dragon’s blood. We will begin teaching tomorrow after we return to my home. We will study in SaDiablo Hall, my family home in Dhemlan.”
“Very well. Leave me a list of supplies and I can get them for you in the morning. I know where to go for most things we might need. Will a pint of dragon’s blood per month be acceptable to you?”
“That would be quite satisfactory.” Saetan said with a gleam in his eye.
“Thank you all. Now let me show you to some guest rooms. I need to talk to some people before we leave, but we can get started tomorrow.”
/Hermione////Harry?/
/Yeah. Listen, the Fidelius on headquarters is down. Pass the word, will ya?/
/What!? How do you know?/
/Narcissa Malfoy was here when I arrived. If you think about it, it makes sense. Dumbledore both cast the charm and was secret keeper. When he died, the charm faded./
/What happened to her?/
/Errr...she's kinda splattered all over the hall./
/What?!/
/I'm not quite sure what happened myself. Anyway, I decided to go with these people. I'll see you later, alright? I'm gonna go say bye to Luna./
/Harry, wait!.../
Harry cut the connection, then spun on the spot, reappearing at Luna's house.
/Luna./
/Harry?/
/Yes. I'm outside./
A moment later the door opened and Luna came out, dressed in a nightgown.
"Hello Harry."
He enfolded her in a gentle hug.
"Hey. I'm going to be leaving for a while. I'll be back as soon as I can, alright? I found some people willing to train me."
"Okay. Don't forget about me."
"Never."
Giving her one last hug, he spun on the spot, returning to Grimmauld. He didn't notice her now completely white eyes.
"And so it has begun."
Harry woke with a groan. He really should have gone to bed earlier, but there were things that needed to be done, and he may as well get started. He quickly got dressed and wandered downstairs to make some breakfast.Jaenelle was the first one down for breakfast. She was living proof that even queens don’t look perfect first thing in the morning. “Coffee, Ineed coffee.”
“Blue pot, the red one is tea. Sit down and I will have eggs and bacon for you in just one moment.”
“Oh no, not another one!”
“What’s that?”
“You can cook? Why is it everybody but me can cook? I can move mountains and travel between realms, but I can’t cook! Life is so unfair…”She was clearly pouting.
“That is so everyone knows that no one is perfect, Cat.” Lucivar chuckled as he came down the stairs.
Saetan eventually made an appearance, but just ate breakfast quietly listening to Lucivar and Jaenelle bicker and taunt each other like siblings. Harry was strongly reminded of the twins and Ginny. She certainly seemed to have a sense of humor, he wondered how far that went…
Harry addressed Saetan, “Do you have that list of supplies for me?We can go get them after breakfast.”
Saetan passed over a list with an assortment of herbs and ingredients, plus a few things Harry didn’t understand. “Why do we need four candles and a candle stick? Don’t you have such things at home?”
“Yes actually I do, but we need to perform a ritual to get there. This ritual will open a gateway to a place near the Hall. The problem is that while I have them, I have no way to get to them, so we will need new ones. The candle holder must be very precisely aligned. Can you arrange to have one made quickly?”
“Yes of course, there are several merchants who specialize in magical equipment and instruments. If we can’t find one, I can have it made. Money isn’t really a problem for me.
“Before we leave, I am going to have to talk to you all about clothing. While Saetan and Jaenelle could pass for normal, you will still look out of place. Lucivar, those wings are a bit of a problem. Also, a shirt is in order. Can you hide them under an illusion? Or wear a cloak perhaps? I might be able to find one to fit if you do not have one. Another thing to consider, whenever wizards get together, they cannot resist showing off. If you want to be given respect and not be hassled, dress like it. You three may be the most influential people back home but I guarantee no one here knows who you are.”
Twenty minutes later Harry was strolling down Diagon Alley in the early morning sunshine. He had left his trio of teachers at Florean Fortescue’s with instructions that anything they wanted was on his tab while he went out to gather everything he needed.Stopping at Gringotts he withdrew a few thousand galleons from what Sirius left him, and asked one of the goblins to bring him the small chest of gemstones from the Black vault as well. After all, he didn't know where they were going, so it made sense to bring something as currency.
A quick trip to the apothecary got him all the herbs and magical ingredients on the list. The magical instrument shop said they would have his candelabra made by noon (at great expense, but Harry was spending today and didn’t particularly care.) He also picked up another trunk at the luggage store. Nothing fancy like what Moody has, just another school trunk expanded to be larger inside than out.
As he passed Quality Quidditch Supplies he suddenly had an idea. Didn’t Saetan say that Jaenelle loved to fly? What if he got another broomstick and let her ride it? Besides, then he would have one to study so he could build his own. After excusing it to himself as“for the war effort” he bought another Firebolt, and left with complimentary pads and broomstick servicing kit. He stopped, thought about it and went back in to buy a new set of balls too. Who knows maybe he could find friends to play with where ever he was going.
After storing his new purchases in his trunk he stopped by the Leaky Cauldron to pick up the dragon’s blood from Charlie. The poor man’s eyes boggled when Harry put three hundred sixty galleons on the table and packed the small bottles in his new trunk next to a Firebolt still in its packaging and a chest of fine gemstones. He also asked Tom to sell him a few of the finest bottles of wine he had, not wanting to get caught empty handed in case anyone else wanted some of that weird drink Saetan and Lucivar had the other night. Tom pulled four dusty bottles of red wine out from behind the bar and Harry paid happily.
Since he still had a bit of time to kill; Harry decided to take a side trip down Knockturn Alley while he waited for the candle stick to be ready. He made his way to a broken down looking book store and purchased several darker tomes and a few basic ritual books; stocked up on ingredients, too, for the rituals. He went back to Diagon Alley and noticed Saetan and Lucivar trying to drag Jaenelle away from the bookstore’s entrance, apparently they had finished their drinks and ice cream and wanted to explore. Harry wasn’t too concerned; he would find them when he needed them.
Finally noon rolled around and Harry went to pick up the new candle stick for the Gateway ritual.As he was leaving the instrument shop and looking around for the others, agroup of Death Eaters suddenly appeared in front of him. People ran screaming into shops and alleys, hoping to escape getting cursed.
"Well, if it isn't the Golden Boy. What joy." Harry immediately recognized the voice.
"Lucius." He spat. "What the hell do you want."
"Just to cause some panic, but I think I'll take you to the master."
"Fat chance of that. Have you heard from your wife lately?"
Lucius' eyes narrowed. "No, actually. What do you know about it?"
Harry laughed. "Her guts are all over the hall at the Black Mansion, along with whoever else was with her."
"Why you... AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lucius snarled, his wand whipping out to point at Harry.
Harry summoned one of the other DE into the path of the spell. "Now, now Lucy, don't be so rash."
“What do you think you are doing?” Jaenelle’s voice called from behind him. She and Saetan looked absolutely terrifying, the air chilled as they approached. Her eyes looked like violent maelstroms of sapphire, ancient and haunted. The stores in front of him began to frost in mid summer. "Harry, quit playing with them and end this."
Harry nodded. "Of course, my Lady." As he turned back to the threat, Lucius changed targets.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" He screamed at Jaenelle.
Harry sent a focused blast of magic at the spell that diverted into a nearby building. The crowd fell silent.
"Really, Lucius. I was going to make this painless, but now you made me mad." He pointed his wand at Lucius' chest. "Flamma Cruor."
For a second nothing happened, then Lucius began to scream. He continued to scream until he collapsed, a red steam rising from his body. Harry looked around at the other DE.
"Anyone else?"
They disappeared so fast it was almost as if they were never there. 'Hmmm... New recruits then. Otherwise they would have stayed. Oh, well.'
"My Lady, perhaps we should go before something else happens." Saetan nodded.
"I agree. We will wait for you in the parlor." With that they vanished.
"You too, Lucivar." His sight shield dropped.
"Good catch. Alright, I'm gone." He vanished. Harry sighed.
/Tonks, Kingsley! Ask questions later, come to Diagon now./
He got the distinct impression of confusion before he closed the links. A moment later twin pops announced their arrival.
"Harry, what the hell... Morgana, is that Malfoy?" Tonks looked rather stunned.
"Yeah. Hey give me a second will ya? What was that spell... right. Praedia Bellica." A flash of light signified that it worked. "Right, revenge complete. You were saying?"
Tonks blinked. "Right, anyway, how do you know that spell? And where have you been?"
"I found the spell in a book at Grimmauld, which is where I've been. So, I gotta go, see you later." He vanished.
Kingsley's turn to blink. "How... ah, well. Hmmm... Lucius died from flamma cruor, flaming blood curse. That's a Dark curse."
Tonks was nonplussed. "Who cares. We'll have to talk to him later."
Harry Potter Gone Dark?By Rita Skeeter
Earlier today, Harry Potter was witnessed to kill DE Lucius Malfoy with what was later confirmed as a Dark curse//He also deflected a Killing Curse by some unknown method...
How badly would you all hurt me if I made this Harry/Hermione/Luna?I didn't know how to work it in, but Hedwig was killed in that fight.
In his sixth year, Harry dated Luna, not Ginny.
If I forgot something, let me know. If I think of something, I'll put it in. See you in about a week or two.
-Daemon
/This is a form of psychic communication the Blood use./
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Harry appeared with a crack in the dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place. He was unsure what to think about the events and people earlier. On the one hand, these mysterious people claimed that they could teach him forgotten magics, on the other none of them even used a wand. There was a brief display of wandless talent from two of them and of course the mental speech from the Lady, but their abilities were as yet unkown.
Harry REALLY disliked unknowns. How had they arrived if not apparition or portkey. How had they found him in the first place. How had the winged one made himself invisible? Where had they come from that they didn’t know about wands and laws against murder?
Confident in the security of the Fidelius, Harry sat down to write his note for Hermione, just in case. He might have to stretch the truth a bit, but no one would ever know.
CRASH
Then again, perhaps someone should know. At the sound, Harry jumped up and made his way to the bottom of the steps. From the first landing, he could he voices, one in particular that made him furious.
"Be quiet, you fools!" hissed the voice of Narcissa Malfoy. "We don't know how long it's going to be empty. Get the traps set, the rest of the gear packed, and get out of here!"
Malfoy was here, but that couldn't be right. Sure she was a Black, but the Fidelius should have... Then it hit him. Dumbledore was the secret keeper, and he had cast the charm. When he died, the ward fell, and all the Blacks remembered their ancestral home. Harry cursed. He had to stop them, or the Order would get hit when they showed up. Moving quickly and quietly, he climbed the stairs. However, he forgot one thing, the portrait of Mrs. Black. Apparently, she stayed quiet for Narcissa, but when she saw him, she started in with her screeched insults.
"MUDBLOOD! FILTH!"
"Shit." Three Death Eaters and Narcissa spun towards him, all of them with their wands drawn. Harry was immediately disarmed and thrown back with a concussion hex. He slammed into the wall and watched as a twisting red spell rushed towards him. He raised his arm in a warding gesture and watched in fascination as a pitch-black shield sprung up in front of him and the spell deflected away. Not wanting to question his luck, he threw his arms out, releasing a pulse of magic, and watched as two of the Death Eaters crashed through the wall behind them, sending the loot around them flying in all directions. Narcissa snarled at him and afamiliar green light shot from her wand. Again, Harry watched as the spell simply bounced off the shield, destroying a considerable portion of the wall next to him. He put all his will into stopping her...
...and they both watched in horrid fascination as the shield reformed into ablade of energy that rocketed at her, hitting her with such force that her limbs literally flew away from her body when it impacted. As the dust settled, Harry could see pieces of what was once Narcissa Malfoy littering the house. Utterly exhausted, he collapsed to his knees, only to shriek in sudden agony and flail in place as he was hit with the Cruciatus from behind. He managed to catch a glimpse of the last Death Eater making his way slowly backwards down the stairs. Just as he passed out of sight, the door flew open and there was a flash of light and a surge of incredible power before gore sprayed everywhere. As he passed out from the pain, he caught sight of Jaenelle, eyes cold and furious rushing towards him.
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He awoke to a gentle humming and a cool rag on his forehead. He groaned and tried to sit up, and as he opened his eyes he realized it was Jaenelle humming.
She looked up when he moaned. "How do you feel?"
"Actually, not bad. How..."
Lucivar walked in. "Cat's an amazing healer. Not that you were too bad, anyway."
"So, I know the reason I wanted to use this place as a test isn't even active anymore, so what took you so long to get here?"
"Because,"Saetan said, "we took the winds. Most people don't throw themselves through the Darkness like you, it's unpleasant and noisy."
"I can understand that, it IS a rather unpleasant sensation, but it's a far sight better than portkeys and floo. I much prefer to fly. That's where Ican feel truly free.”
“I suspect that you'll have no problems getting along with Lucivar and Jaenelle then. Those two fly like they were born in the air. Just don’t let them talk you into trying the Runs before you know you're ready.”
Harry smirked. "Oh, I think I can take just about anything."/'Wait 'till they see...' "/Out of curiosity, how is it that you could talk to Hedwig?"
Jaenelle answered. "I can communicate with all Kindred, as can anyone I have taught."
“Kindred?”
“Magical animals, creatures other than humans who can use Craft.”
“Oh, well I get along with most of them in this world. The most important thing is to remember that they are equals. They may be different but they are magical and deserve respect.”
“Boyo, you just earned major points with that answer. Cat here has a very special relationship with the Kindred. They seem to like her more than the rest of us, but that’s because she always knew what you just said. The rest of us had to learn it. Keep that attitude and you will go far.” Lucivar seemed to be gaining respect for Harry by the minute.
Harry decided he could trust them, nominally at least; they did share his views it seemed. “Ok, well before we get down to anything serious, or leave to start this training, I think you need to know who I am and why I need your help. You apparently heard my wish and came to answer it, but now I need you to understand why I was calling for help in the first place.”
Over the next hour, Harry filled the three in on some of the things he had been through, and the state of the wizarding world. They were interested to learn about Dumbledore and Voldemort, and the way magical education worked. They were appalled (as most everyone is when told) to learn how Harry had grown up. Jaenelle just hardened her expression, but Saetan and Lucivar looked ready to kill. Suddenly, all three froze, the same thought had just popped into their minds. They looked at each other with eyes full of fear and whispered a name, “Daemon”./Sadi will turn this kid into a nightmare. I know they both have pure hearts, but they are way too much alike/ Lucivar voiced his fears They both grew up slaves, unloved and hated. They are both legends in their own time with people who love or hate them without ever meeting them. And I can’t be sure but that torture curse he was talking about might be as bad as a Ring. Those two will either be powerful allies or deadly enemies.
I’ll see to it that Daemon knows not to push too hard, but he may want to teach him. I shudder to think what he will teach him. I only ever danced with The Sadist that one time in Hyall, but that was too much. Now there are two of them. Mark my words, this kid will come out of his birthright ceremony with a dark jewel. He might not be as strong as you or I, Lucivar, but if his destiny is to fight a grey or ebon-grey warlord, he will be powerful. Saetan was a little upset too. It seems that they had come to the rescue of something they never expected. Jaenelle, can you sense what Jewel Harry will wear?I can tell its dark, but I cant get a firm grasp on it without being in his mind.
I do know, but I won’t be telling yet. That is for him to decide.
Harry finished his story and looked at his guests, the question he had on his mind the whole night once again came to mind. “Well, since I am going to be learning and training with you, I need to know what you want in return, where we will be doing this training, and when we will start.”
“Well boyo, speaking for my brother and I, we will teach you for free. Daemon and I can help you learn what it really means to be a Warlord Prince, and how to fight properly. We’ve fought people like this Voldemort before, and we know how they work. But we might ask for your help later, so maybe it isn’t so free after all.”
“I will teach you healing and some of the black widow’s craft in exchange for more you teaching me what you can about this animagus transformation you are doing. Let’s call it a trade of services.”
“I can teach you all the rules of etiquette, how to run a business and aterritory, how to interact in social functions. I will teach you all the basics of being a high class gentleman. In return I will want afew supplies, and some of that dragon’s blood. We will begin teaching tomorrow after we return to my home. We will study in SaDiablo Hall, my family home in Dhemlan.”
“Very well. Leave me a list of supplies and I can get them for you in the morning. I know where to go for most things we might need. Will a pint of dragon’s blood per month be acceptable to you?”
“That would be quite satisfactory.” Saetan said with a gleam in his eye.
“Thank you all. Now let me show you to some guest rooms. I need to talk to some people before we leave, but we can get started tomorrow.”
/Hermione////Harry?/
/Yeah. Listen, the Fidelius on headquarters is down. Pass the word, will ya?/
/What!? How do you know?/
/Narcissa Malfoy was here when I arrived. If you think about it, it makes sense. Dumbledore both cast the charm and was secret keeper. When he died, the charm faded./
/What happened to her?/
/Errr...she's kinda splattered all over the hall./
/What?!/
/I'm not quite sure what happened myself. Anyway, I decided to go with these people. I'll see you later, alright? I'm gonna go say bye to Luna./
/Harry, wait!.../
Harry cut the connection, then spun on the spot, reappearing at Luna's house.
/Luna./
/Harry?/
/Yes. I'm outside./
A moment later the door opened and Luna came out, dressed in a nightgown.
"Hello Harry."
He enfolded her in a gentle hug.
"Hey. I'm going to be leaving for a while. I'll be back as soon as I can, alright? I found some people willing to train me."
"Okay. Don't forget about me."
"Never."
Giving her one last hug, he spun on the spot, returning to Grimmauld. He didn't notice her now completely white eyes.
"And so it has begun."
Harry woke with a groan. He really should have gone to bed earlier, but there were things that needed to be done, and he may as well get started. He quickly got dressed and wandered downstairs to make some breakfast.Jaenelle was the first one down for breakfast. She was living proof that even queens don’t look perfect first thing in the morning. “Coffee, Ineed coffee.”
“Blue pot, the red one is tea. Sit down and I will have eggs and bacon for you in just one moment.”
“Oh no, not another one!”
“What’s that?”
“You can cook? Why is it everybody but me can cook? I can move mountains and travel between realms, but I can’t cook! Life is so unfair…”She was clearly pouting.
“That is so everyone knows that no one is perfect, Cat.” Lucivar chuckled as he came down the stairs.
Saetan eventually made an appearance, but just ate breakfast quietly listening to Lucivar and Jaenelle bicker and taunt each other like siblings. Harry was strongly reminded of the twins and Ginny. She certainly seemed to have a sense of humor, he wondered how far that went…
Harry addressed Saetan, “Do you have that list of supplies for me?We can go get them after breakfast.”
Saetan passed over a list with an assortment of herbs and ingredients, plus a few things Harry didn’t understand. “Why do we need four candles and a candle stick? Don’t you have such things at home?”
“Yes actually I do, but we need to perform a ritual to get there. This ritual will open a gateway to a place near the Hall. The problem is that while I have them, I have no way to get to them, so we will need new ones. The candle holder must be very precisely aligned. Can you arrange to have one made quickly?”
“Yes of course, there are several merchants who specialize in magical equipment and instruments. If we can’t find one, I can have it made. Money isn’t really a problem for me.
“Before we leave, I am going to have to talk to you all about clothing. While Saetan and Jaenelle could pass for normal, you will still look out of place. Lucivar, those wings are a bit of a problem. Also, a shirt is in order. Can you hide them under an illusion? Or wear a cloak perhaps? I might be able to find one to fit if you do not have one. Another thing to consider, whenever wizards get together, they cannot resist showing off. If you want to be given respect and not be hassled, dress like it. You three may be the most influential people back home but I guarantee no one here knows who you are.”
Twenty minutes later Harry was strolling down Diagon Alley in the early morning sunshine. He had left his trio of teachers at Florean Fortescue’s with instructions that anything they wanted was on his tab while he went out to gather everything he needed.Stopping at Gringotts he withdrew a few thousand galleons from what Sirius left him, and asked one of the goblins to bring him the small chest of gemstones from the Black vault as well. After all, he didn't know where they were going, so it made sense to bring something as currency.
A quick trip to the apothecary got him all the herbs and magical ingredients on the list. The magical instrument shop said they would have his candelabra made by noon (at great expense, but Harry was spending today and didn’t particularly care.) He also picked up another trunk at the luggage store. Nothing fancy like what Moody has, just another school trunk expanded to be larger inside than out.
As he passed Quality Quidditch Supplies he suddenly had an idea. Didn’t Saetan say that Jaenelle loved to fly? What if he got another broomstick and let her ride it? Besides, then he would have one to study so he could build his own. After excusing it to himself as“for the war effort” he bought another Firebolt, and left with complimentary pads and broomstick servicing kit. He stopped, thought about it and went back in to buy a new set of balls too. Who knows maybe he could find friends to play with where ever he was going.
After storing his new purchases in his trunk he stopped by the Leaky Cauldron to pick up the dragon’s blood from Charlie. The poor man’s eyes boggled when Harry put three hundred sixty galleons on the table and packed the small bottles in his new trunk next to a Firebolt still in its packaging and a chest of fine gemstones. He also asked Tom to sell him a few of the finest bottles of wine he had, not wanting to get caught empty handed in case anyone else wanted some of that weird drink Saetan and Lucivar had the other night. Tom pulled four dusty bottles of red wine out from behind the bar and Harry paid happily.
Since he still had a bit of time to kill; Harry decided to take a side trip down Knockturn Alley while he waited for the candle stick to be ready. He made his way to a broken down looking book store and purchased several darker tomes and a few basic ritual books; stocked up on ingredients, too, for the rituals. He went back to Diagon Alley and noticed Saetan and Lucivar trying to drag Jaenelle away from the bookstore’s entrance, apparently they had finished their drinks and ice cream and wanted to explore. Harry wasn’t too concerned; he would find them when he needed them.
Finally noon rolled around and Harry went to pick up the new candle stick for the Gateway ritual.As he was leaving the instrument shop and looking around for the others, agroup of Death Eaters suddenly appeared in front of him. People ran screaming into shops and alleys, hoping to escape getting cursed.
"Well, if it isn't the Golden Boy. What joy." Harry immediately recognized the voice.
"Lucius." He spat. "What the hell do you want."
"Just to cause some panic, but I think I'll take you to the master."
"Fat chance of that. Have you heard from your wife lately?"
Lucius' eyes narrowed. "No, actually. What do you know about it?"
Harry laughed. "Her guts are all over the hall at the Black Mansion, along with whoever else was with her."
"Why you... AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lucius snarled, his wand whipping out to point at Harry.
Harry summoned one of the other DE into the path of the spell. "Now, now Lucy, don't be so rash."
“What do you think you are doing?” Jaenelle’s voice called from behind him. She and Saetan looked absolutely terrifying, the air chilled as they approached. Her eyes looked like violent maelstroms of sapphire, ancient and haunted. The stores in front of him began to frost in mid summer. "Harry, quit playing with them and end this."
Harry nodded. "Of course, my Lady." As he turned back to the threat, Lucius changed targets.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" He screamed at Jaenelle.
Harry sent a focused blast of magic at the spell that diverted into a nearby building. The crowd fell silent.
"Really, Lucius. I was going to make this painless, but now you made me mad." He pointed his wand at Lucius' chest. "Flamma Cruor."
For a second nothing happened, then Lucius began to scream. He continued to scream until he collapsed, a red steam rising from his body. Harry looked around at the other DE.
"Anyone else?"
They disappeared so fast it was almost as if they were never there. 'Hmmm... New recruits then. Otherwise they would have stayed. Oh, well.'
"My Lady, perhaps we should go before something else happens." Saetan nodded.
"I agree. We will wait for you in the parlor." With that they vanished.
"You too, Lucivar." His sight shield dropped.
"Good catch. Alright, I'm gone." He vanished. Harry sighed.
/Tonks, Kingsley! Ask questions later, come to Diagon now./
He got the distinct impression of confusion before he closed the links. A moment later twin pops announced their arrival.
"Harry, what the hell... Morgana, is that Malfoy?" Tonks looked rather stunned.
"Yeah. Hey give me a second will ya? What was that spell... right. Praedia Bellica." A flash of light signified that it worked. "Right, revenge complete. You were saying?"
Tonks blinked. "Right, anyway, how do you know that spell? And where have you been?"
"I found the spell in a book at Grimmauld, which is where I've been. So, I gotta go, see you later." He vanished.
Kingsley's turn to blink. "How... ah, well. Hmmm... Lucius died from flamma cruor, flaming blood curse. That's a Dark curse."
Tonks was nonplussed. "Who cares. We'll have to talk to him later."
Harry Potter Gone Dark?By Rita Skeeter
Earlier today, Harry Potter was witnessed to kill DE Lucius Malfoy with what was later confirmed as a Dark curse//He also deflected a Killing Curse by some unknown method...
How badly would you all hurt me if I made this Harry/Hermione/Luna?I didn't know how to work it in, but Hedwig was killed in that fight.
In his sixth year, Harry dated Luna, not Ginny.
If I forgot something, let me know. If I think of something, I'll put it in. See you in about a week or two.
-Daemon
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