Harry Potter and the Embrace of the Darkness

Harry Potter and the Embrace of the Darkness
By: Dark Embrace
Disclaimer: I own Hizashi, and her family, the others I don\'t own,
Warnings: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Spoilers!! Really, All Books. But this is MY plot. I am useing the stuff the the Books, but I made twist it in a few places to have what I want to happen in it,
Notes: This is also mixed with my other story...
Summary:
As the darkness fell over both Magical and Muggle worlds, people found themselfs unable to trust their own family much less a person from the streets. The Misty Fogs thicken as Voldlemort attacked Muggles and Witches alike to grain power. Death was seen at every turn. With Dumbledore gone, it seemed that all hope was gone and no one would be able to live through this. No one was informed of what Harry Potter, The boy-who-live, was up to, or where he was.
In the Darkness, Harry Potter stayed at the unwelcomed home of the Durslys until Harry turned of Age. He was out that very night he turned too. Heading to the Weasley\'s home to go to the wedding between Bill Weasley and Fleur Deleacour. It was the only happy thing to happen for the summer, and has Harry thought about it as he danced with Ginny Weasley, perhap the last one he will ever have.
The thoughts of The remaining horcruxes; the slytherin pendant, Hufflepuff\'s Cup, Something of Gryffindor\'s or Ravenclaw\'s, The Snake Nagini, and Voldemort. Who R.A.B. was, and Dumbledor\'s death was ruling his life. Soon after getting back to the Dursley\'s he had started training in every way he could to better himself... Going through book after book for spells, potions, and everything else to help him learn anything to help in the fighting. He had even gone and got some different clothes, finding the stuff he was wearing either too big (\'cause it was from the Dursley\'s) or getting too small.
Pairings: HarryxGinny, SnapexOFC, HermionexRon, and maybe a twisted pairing here and there.

Chapter One: Midnight Meetings, and Hearts.

In a Street not far from down-town London, that held rows of two story houses with white picked fences and pretty gardens, all looking normal and happy, a not-so normal happening was started. For coming down the street, and staying in the shadows was a black-cloaked person who stopped, and opened, seemingly a random house\'s gate, to step into the small front yard and then moved up the steps. Making sure to stay hidden the person knocked on the door of the house, and waited.
A few seconds later, a small, odd looking being opened the door. It was only about two feet high, and was wearing a old sheet made to look like a kimono in the color of black, a red sun beening seen on it\'s left breast. The small female house-elf bowed tot the person and with large brown eyes looked up at the person. \"Good eve, Can I help you?\"
The person paused in hesitantion, seeming to be trying to think of a good way to word what they needed, before actually speaking. The person was clearly a male from the sounded of their voice. \"I need to speak with Hizashi, if she is home. If there are other\'s here with her however then I do not want to disturb them. You can tell her, if she is alone, that...\" He paused again thinking for the right wording. \"A former professor or hers is here to speak with her and that its rather important.\"
The hooded head then nodded slightly, more to themselves then to the House-elf clear. The House-elf peered at him for a minute, trying to see in the darkness, but then moved at of the way for him to enter, speaking. \"Then please come in Professor Sir! And Za shall go get her Mastress for You..\" She waited until he was inside before shutting the door, then looking at him again. \"Please wait here.\"
Finding Hizashi was easy enough, The house-elf disappeared from in front of the man and then reappeared in front of her Mistress, and then speaking clearly, \"Mistress Hizashi!\"
Hizashi was a very pretty girl, with ink-black hair that was pulled into a high ponytail so that the red tipped ends looked like a large paint brush. Silver eyes looking at the House-elf as she paused in mid-movement with a dagger in her right hand in mid-stance for the movement to train with the palm-sized silver dagger that looked very deadly. She spoke softly. \"Yes, Za?\"
The House-elf, Za, bowed low to the small Japanese-girl, so low that the tip of the elf\'s nose was touching the padded floor of the Training room that held every Muggle weapon one could think of, even a few people didn\'t know how to use. Hizashi, however did. Za spoke to his mistress. \"One of your former Professors are here to see you Mistress...\"
Hizashi nodded and then grabbed her wand before walking down the hall and then down the steps to stand in front of the person wearing a pair of baggie silk-looking black pants, and a tight green tanktop, Silver eyes looking at him as the dagger was hidden on her body without him seeing it being hidden, however the wand of 12\" ebony and dargon heart-string was in clear veiw, in her right hand. He would also note that one spell was complete gone... The one that covered the cuts up and down her arms... Which showed clearly the new ones and then old ones. \"Can I help you?\"
Waiting in the first room for her, and taking the chance that she was in fact alone at the moment he moved to lower his hood, being clearly agitated at the moment for many different reasons. Looking over her as she came into view his eyes stopped on the clearly visible cuts on her arms a look of concern flashing over his face when he saw how new some of them were. Looking quickly back up to her at the sight of her wand in hand. \"I came to talk with you.\" Glancing down at his own wand he switched it in hand and moved to hold it out to her. \"If you don\'t trust me.\"
Her silver eyes widened at the sight of the former-professor, though that was the only sign of emotion as she gave a nod. \"If you are here to talk, then start talking.\" She eyed his wand in a way that clearly said she didn\'t want to touch it... Though for the time being, If it was because he was a Deatheater, or because it killed The Headmaster, who knew.
Nodding lightly as he put his wand away then, his eyes glancing to hers still as he thought of exactly where to start on things. \"I had intended on telling you the truth, that is where my loyalties lie, however I was thinking that we would have a bit more time before then. I know its best not to avoid saying what is intended and because you had to find out about the first from my actions and not from myself I\'ve come now to make sure I gat a chance to talk to you about what I had intended to talk to you about in a very long while from now. That is I want you to join me.\"
Clear rage flash through her as she felt like just throwing him out and not looking or spekaing to him again, however as soon as the thought touched her mind her chest flaired with pain along witht he feeling of a panic attack... so instead, she let the next words come out in a harsh growl-type of way that show her anger. \"Why should I??\"
Thinking about her question as he seemed to be doing a lot now he said the first thing that came to mind. \"Because I love you.\" Hesitating for a moment he continued, thinking it best to say as much as he could before she thought better of talking to him. \"You were never in my original plan, but now that you are I can keep you safe if you let me. But you have to come with me.\"
The rage calmed at his answer, and she looked very confused as her wand lowered slightly, her head tilting to the side as her chest tighten painfully on her, feeling tears burn slightly at her eyes. Not really sure how to take it all in. \"You.. You would still protect me, even with you being a Deatheater?\"
Seeing that she lowered her wand a little he took it as a good sign, feeling a little better about coming to her now, and less agitated about talking to her more about what he wanted to. \"I could protect you better now. You wouldn\'t have to join the Dark Lord just be with me you would have protection from him. And if anything ever happens you would still be safe, they wont do anything to those without the mark.\"
She blinked at this shifting and then biting down on her lower lip for a minute, knowing that even with what he had done, she couldn\'t help the fact she still worried and cared for him. However the next question was in importent one. \"But... what if I still fight agaisnt him?\"
He had been expecting that question, but hadn\'t really thought up a very good answer for it yet. \"I suppose we\'ll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it then. I don\'t get involved in many of the battles nor am I where there would be raids so its unlikely that we would ever be faced with each other in a way that we would have to harm one another.\" His tone was matter of factly even though he knew it to be more complicated then that.
She thought about this as the wand was lowered completely. Then before he knew what was happening, she out and out pounced the older man... Hugging him tightly around the neck. \"I was scared I would ever see you again Sev...\" It seemed the girl\'s emotions had finally won the fight with herself.
Jumping back slightly as she moved so suddenly he, however, quickly relaxed letting his arms move around her when he quickly realized she wasn\'t attacking him. \"I\'m sorry for making you think that, I should have told you sooner, I should have found a better time for that.\"
She clung to him without shame at doing so. \"You should have yes... But..\" She smiled at him. \"I\'ll forgive you this once.. Just next time at least let me know you have things you have to do and will be back..\" She sighed after a minute and then just leaned her head on his chest.
\"I\'ll make sure not to do it again.\" His words were as truthful as ever, knowing he really wouldn\'t have a time that he would have to worry about doing something so dangerous and horrible again. \"I don\'t know how much I can tell you, but I think it would be best if you didn\'t say things about the order to me either.\" He left it at that for now, not wanting to talk about it to much at the moment.
Hizashi nodded to then and leaned against him happily for a while, just happy to be in his arms and near him again, before looking up at him. \"Will you stay the night here, or do we have to leave now?\"
Nodding lightly as he answered her. \"I can stay for the night, and for a little while if you want me to, I have to go somewhere for something but not right away.\" He looked down at her with a small smile. \"I\'m truly sorry for leaving without letting you know.\"
\"Very well.\" She smiled and then moved slightly, kissing his lips softly. \"No worries... It maybe its good thing you didn\'t tell me...\" She moved a hand to his and wrapped her fingers around it. \"Would you like to come upstairs?\"
He nodded lightly, forcing himself to push the last few weeks out of his mind as he was with her right now. \"It would be nice to relax for once.\" Easily letting his hand be taken in hers and twining his own fingers around her. \"I haven\'t slept for days.\"
She shook her head and then pulled lightly on his hand. \"Well I hope me being here will help.\" She smiled softly at him as she tilted her head slightly to one side, watching him and feeling much happier then she had been feeling.
He kept his eyes focused on her now as he was already starting to relax a little more then he had in a long while. \"I think that will be a great help for things.\" He held her hand gently but in a way to show that he didn\'t really wish for her to move to far from him right now.
She smiled at him before moving close again, her lips touching his once more as she moved to her toe to kiss his lips, her eyes closing as she did this. Seeming to want to be just as close to him as he wanted her to stay..
Leaning down into the embrace, his mind was washed clear of all the other thoughts about what he was needing to do and what he had done, one hand finding its way around her back to hold her near as he moved to deepen the kiss, wanting nothing more then to be with her now.
She returned then kiss deeply, an arm founding itself wrapped around his neck and holding herself against him. Gone was the Fact he was completely a Deathereater. Gone the fact that he had murdered Dumbledore, and gone the fact she should be turning him into the Ministy of Magic. It was just the two of them.
Pulling her as near as he could to her he couldn\'t think of any other place he would rather be or anything better to be doing. Pulling back only when it was absolutely needed but still holding her near and not making any move to pull away on his own. \"We might be more comfortable in your room.\" He couldn\'t help glancing around, always a little uncomfortable doing anything where a house elf could potentially pop up.
Hizashi nodded and smiled moving to the stairs as she looked at him. \"Coming?\" She smiled and then headed up the stairs, then to the bedroom that was at the end of the long hall that held six other doors, three on the right, and three on the left.
Not having to be asked twice he quickly followed after her, glancing over his shoulder one last time out of habit to make sure the little elf wasn\'t watching them leave to the other room. Following her to the door of the room easily remembering what one it was even from the short amount of time he spent there, the thought coming to mind that he was probably going to end up spending a lot more time here then with her anywhere else from now on.
Hizashi opened the door and walked into the large room. A king size bed was in the middle of the room with four posts around it. Her sheets were pitch black and silk. The dark cherry wood that made the bed looking lovely in the dark room of blacks, and dark reds with a touch or two of Green here and there.. A door to the left was to the bathroom and the one to the right was the closet. She smiled as she moved to the bed, and then turned and looking at him.
Moving into the room after her he made sure to shut the door, pushing the heavy warn traveling cloak from his shoulders and looking to her to know where to put it as he crossed the room to where she was standing. \"Your taste in colors I think might really be a factor in why I crave to spend so much time here, among other things.\"
She gave a smirk and then took his cloak away from him when he was in reach before taking it to the closet, pulling it on a chair in there. \"Well I have been told a few times I have good taste.\" She returned and then smiled brightly at him, glad he looked the colors of her home.
Letting his cloak be taken from him he watched her for a moment as he moved the rest of the way to her bed, sitting down on it very unlike how he normally would have and clearly tired as he leaned back into the soft mattress. Looking back up to her he held out a hand wanting her to come back by him again.
She moved to him as he held out the hand and got onto the bed, curling up next to him as she took his hand. Her lips still in a smile as she looked at him. Happily.
Looking to her lazily he made sure she moved close enough to him as he smiled softly back at her. \"I\'ve really missed you these last few days, I was worried that if I ever did get to see you again you would be on the attacking side.\" He kept his voice much softer then normal the strain of everything that had happened showing threw.
She blinked at him and then sighed. \"I thought about it alot.. The whole thing...\" Her free hand drifted to the scars and wounds on her other arm.. touching the wounds with gentle fingers. \"I... care for you to much to want to hurt you... And even through everyone said you killed Dumbledor, I couldn\'t help but miss you and want you to return..\" She looked at the cuts on her arms... The only sign of her depression through all of it.
Looking to where she had cut herself he moved his hands to talk hold of one of her arms, fingers tracing over the scars. \"You should let me heal these, I know how to make them go away, at least the newest ones.\" He paused keeping a gentle hold with one hand but letting go with the other. \"I don\'t want you to think of me like that, I wont deny the things I have done but I don\'t do those sort of things all the time like others think.\"
She looked at him and smiled lightly. \"You may heal them, if you like. I really am fine with having them there.\" She sighed softly. \"I understand... I really do.\"
No longer holding her hand to look at it he leaned back into the bed, tilting his head to the side to look at her. \"In the morning I will, after I rest for a little while. My magic is starting to get weak with everything I\'ve done.\" He paused for a moment thinking about what all that entailed before once more pushing it out of his mind. \"I shouldn\'t talk about that any longer, its something that should be left out of what we have together.\"
She nodded and then smiled... Moving on the bed to get to his shoes.. \"Thats fine.\" She pulled his shoes off one at a time and then socks. Before moving to undo his pants. \"lets get you ready for bed, you look like you need the sleep.\"
Looking down at what she was doing he couldn\'t help but give a small low laugh at how she was being to him. \"Are you going to be helping me with all my common chores now?\" Leaning up from the bed a little he leaned back on his elbows and looked over to her.
She looked up at him with a wicked little smile. \"Only when I feel like it.\" She moved to him and quickly placed a kiss to his lips before returning to his waist to pull his pants down. \"Plus you seem too tired to do it yourself.\"
He looked at her with a smirk that was to show he was equally as interested in the playful little banter even if it didn\'t lead anywhere. \"So tell me what puts you in the mood to do things like undress me, I\'d love to know.\" Kissing her back he watched as she continued what she had been doing. \"Oh yes so absolutely tired for any of this.\"
She giggled softly as she finished with his pants, then moved to his shirt. \"Really? Well.. When I find out, then I\'ll tell you.\" She pulled his shirt off... before removing her own shirt and pants and then pulling the covers over them both.. Cuddling against him. \"Go to Sleep, Sev. We\'ll talk in the morning... Kay?\" She hear the soft \'mmhmm\' and then felt him move slightly, cuddling her closer before whispering a word to turn the lights off. Both, soon after, were sleeping better then they had for the pass few days.

Meanwhile in the smallest bedroom of number four Privet Drive, one Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, was sitting in front of his window, just staring out out the sky. The same thing he had been doing for the past week since he arrived home. He was slightly tanned, thanks to the sun always hitting his pale flesh in the evenings through the window. His hair, for once hung limp on his head from not being washed through the week. His eyes behind his glasses were dull, lifeless. And he was starting to smell. The only thing he did was going to the bedroom, and then returned to his spot at the window, or feed His Owl.
It seemed, getting over Dumbledore\'s death was alittle harded then he thought it would be. It seemed as so as He stepped into the bedroom; which is why his truck remained unpack. He fell into the depression that had him just sitting there, not even living. His dull eyes showing the emotions he had got through for the past three years. With the Different things leading to Voldemort\'s new raise to power. From the Death of Cedric Diggery, to Wormtail giving his own hand, and Harry\'s own blood to Voldemort to rebirth the Snake-like man. To the Prophecy, and the Death of Sirius Black, His Godfather. To the Horcruxes. Right now his thoughts were on Snape killing Dumbledore...
It wasn\'t until after the memory played itself out this time, at midnight did he suddenly snap out of it.. It was if someone had creaked an egg on his head. The feeling of the \'yoke\' ozzing down his head and body making his body tingle and his tiny hairs on the back of his neck raise up. It was at this that he jumped, and fell to the floor with a loud thump, with woke the snowy owl up with a start. Looking around with bright eyes, Harry blinked. His body was stiff from sitting in one stop for so long as he stood and strenched out his body.
Glancing at the Owl, Harry smiled sheepishly, and then looked around again. An idea tickleing his mind and making his body tingle with energy. Rage just barely contaned inside as he started to move to his truck moving to look though the things and picking up a first year spell book. A sudden hunger swept though him, and it had nothing to do with food. No... Knowleage... He knew somewhere in him it was the only why to truely fight back, through studying and training. So. He started, going from the First year level and working his way up... Nearly devoring the books he had for any infomation that would be useful and taking notes and that he thought would prove useful for later.
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