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Afraid of the Dark
Pairings: OMC/Ginny, Minerva/Hermione, Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: As the Dark closes in on Hogwarts as the Trio’s seventh year commences, their new teacher seems as cold as the enemies they fight and suspicions are high as Death Eaters swarm towns showing no mercy, merely an agonizing fate. Can someone who controls both life and death gain the trust of those that must be saved?
Chapter 2: Afraid of the Dark
“Many people are afraid of the dark because they fear the unknown. I am the opposite. I embrace the dark because I fear the known. The light is so full of evil, it makes the darkness shine with good.”
–Unknown
Adrian retreated to his private quarters as soon as the students finished their dinner, exiting with the excuse of the train ride giving him a headache. In truth, he was not one to be friendly with people or being gawked at by a crowd of them. That shared opinion had made he and Severus begin their conversation, one Minerva joined in after the talk had turned to why he had decided to teach there after refusing the year before.
He told them he had been in the hospital most of the year. At their slight alarm, he turned his head from the students, and pulled back his hair, revealing the object of his shame, severe acid scars that traveled from the right side of his face down that side of his body all the way down to his waist. The only thing unmarred was his eye and his dark hair which he had grown out to cover the scars.
The other Professors had become quiet after that, contemplating whether or not it was polite to ask how such a thing had happened. After a moment of uneasy silence, Adrian had informed them that it wasn’t an accident, but a rather agonizing reminder of his experience at the hands of Voldemort’s Death Eaters after they caught him asking about the Dark’s movements. Since he hadn’t learned anything, they had reluctantly let him leave, but not without some fun first.
With a bitter sigh, he shoved open the door to his bedroom, stripping off his cloak and tossing it onto the bed. He’d lied to them by habit. Severus knew of the deception, but said nothing. The only reason he was alive was because Adrian had a very special gift, one passed through blood, and only every three generations.
He was a necromancer, someone who’s magic was specialized and catered towards raising and controlling the dead. Such was the rumor, but truth was there was another half to the art. Rather than creating a zombie, he could make a corpse become alive again, a true person rather than a soulless rotting thing. Adrian could also heal, not with a flick of his wand like most wizards but with his hands, directing the healing and channeling enough power to save even the insane and hopelessly wounded.
But no one believed in that part, thinking him a Dark Wizard who murdered innocents in order to raise an army of zombies and kill all who got in his way. With a growl he muttered, “Fuck it.” They could burn in the Nine Hells for all he cared.
His mind wandered to thoughts of that girl who had stared at him every time he walked by their car. She had looked at him in the Great Hall too, as if challenging his right to be there. What was her name? Minerva had told him, for supposedly she had a relationship with the young witch, which gave him a little shock. She said their affair had started the year before, and had continued, unknown even to her closest friends. Hermione, that had been her name. Top of her class, and too curious for her own good. He would make sure to test her intellect until she had reached her full potential.
A red-haired girl had actually stopped him as he walked through the train, looking at him with fierce eyes when she asked what he was doing there. Adrian had told her he was the new DADA teacher and she blushed and muttered an apology. When he asked her name, she whispered ‘Ginny Weasley’ and left as quickly as she had appeared.
He had seen her again at the Gryffindor table, sitting across from Hermione and a boy that had to have been Ginny’s brother. Almost everyone seemed curious about him, or at least afraid. Adrian laughed. His name did mean ‘dark’ and many children were afraid of the dark. Why not fear a man who didn’t seem to eat and hid half his face behind a curtain of raven black hair? It gave them something to talk about, whisper into the ears of their friends like some ill-begotten rumor.
Adrian grabbed a cigarette from his suitcase and whispered, “Fuele.” He let out a deep breath before taking in a breath bitter with nicotine. It was a brand he’d bought in Diagon Alley, guaranteed to give you the fix you needed without yellow teeth and the chance of cancer. Addiction without side effects. If only the rest of life was that way. Lessons would be a hell tomorrow, starting with the first student to mutter a remark under his breath about his scars.
He expected it, the jeers and cruel laughter at his predicament. Adrian had gone to Durmstrang to become a wizard, the last scion of a fading pureblood family. It had been grueling, as he was subject to extra lessons to learn to control his necromancy, after he had raised three of the previous Headmasters as zombies in his sleep. It was horrible, healing the injuries of people they made him torture, slitting them open until their viscera spilled to the floor.
The Professor felt sick, but it was old news. Now he just needed sleep, without dreams of the people he’d failed to save a long time ago. Adrian grabbed a Dreamless Sleep potion from his suitcase and downed it in one gulp, grinding out his cigarette in the glass bottle, smiling ruefully as he fell into a deep, drugged sleep.
~~~~~
“What do you think of the new Professor, Ginny?” Parvati asked, sitting on the edge of the girl’s bed and kicking her feet. Hermione was reading a book she had picked up the week before on Advanced Transfigurations, and keeping half an ear open to the conversation.
“I don’t know, Parvati. I ran into him on the train and he was so cold. I asked him what he was doing here, and when he told me he was the new DADA teacher, I was really embarrassed. But then he asked what my name was. I told him and ran off. I swear I saw him smile.”
“He doesn’t look too bad in my opinion, but have you seen how he always hides half his face? It’s sort of creepy.”
“Maybe he has something to hide.” Hermione said in a nonchalant tone, turning the page she had read over ten times.
“Like what? Acne?” The girls laughed, and proceeded to talk about the classes they wanted to take this year, and if Snape had cursed the Defense Against The Dark Arts position because he couldn’t get it himself. Hermione closed her book and got off of the bed.
“Where are you going, Hermione?” Ginny looked at her oddly.
“I have to check with McGonagall about one of my classes. I’ll be back soon.” Her friends nodded and she hid the forbidden joy in her heart of seeing Minerva again. She would never be able to explain their relationship to anyone, and hated it. But life wasn’t fair and Hermione would have to deal with it.
A moment after she left the Common Room, Hermione crossed paths with Snape, who looked in his usual foul mood. “Where are you going, Miss Granger? Surely you haven’t forgotten a book in the library already?” She flushed a little. “No, sir, I just have a question to ask Mi-Professor McGonagall.”
He laughed softly, sending a small shock down her spine. “I’m quite sure, Miss Granger. I’m quite sure.” With that, he walked down the hallway, turned a corner, and disappeared, leaving Hermione both confused and very afraid that her secret had been found out.
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: As the Dark closes in on Hogwarts as the Trio’s seventh year commences, their new teacher seems as cold as the enemies they fight and suspicions are high as Death Eaters swarm towns showing no mercy, merely an agonizing fate. Can someone who controls both life and death gain the trust of those that must be saved?
Chapter 2: Afraid of the Dark
“Many people are afraid of the dark because they fear the unknown. I am the opposite. I embrace the dark because I fear the known. The light is so full of evil, it makes the darkness shine with good.”
–Unknown
Adrian retreated to his private quarters as soon as the students finished their dinner, exiting with the excuse of the train ride giving him a headache. In truth, he was not one to be friendly with people or being gawked at by a crowd of them. That shared opinion had made he and Severus begin their conversation, one Minerva joined in after the talk had turned to why he had decided to teach there after refusing the year before.
He told them he had been in the hospital most of the year. At their slight alarm, he turned his head from the students, and pulled back his hair, revealing the object of his shame, severe acid scars that traveled from the right side of his face down that side of his body all the way down to his waist. The only thing unmarred was his eye and his dark hair which he had grown out to cover the scars.
The other Professors had become quiet after that, contemplating whether or not it was polite to ask how such a thing had happened. After a moment of uneasy silence, Adrian had informed them that it wasn’t an accident, but a rather agonizing reminder of his experience at the hands of Voldemort’s Death Eaters after they caught him asking about the Dark’s movements. Since he hadn’t learned anything, they had reluctantly let him leave, but not without some fun first.
With a bitter sigh, he shoved open the door to his bedroom, stripping off his cloak and tossing it onto the bed. He’d lied to them by habit. Severus knew of the deception, but said nothing. The only reason he was alive was because Adrian had a very special gift, one passed through blood, and only every three generations.
He was a necromancer, someone who’s magic was specialized and catered towards raising and controlling the dead. Such was the rumor, but truth was there was another half to the art. Rather than creating a zombie, he could make a corpse become alive again, a true person rather than a soulless rotting thing. Adrian could also heal, not with a flick of his wand like most wizards but with his hands, directing the healing and channeling enough power to save even the insane and hopelessly wounded.
But no one believed in that part, thinking him a Dark Wizard who murdered innocents in order to raise an army of zombies and kill all who got in his way. With a growl he muttered, “Fuck it.” They could burn in the Nine Hells for all he cared.
His mind wandered to thoughts of that girl who had stared at him every time he walked by their car. She had looked at him in the Great Hall too, as if challenging his right to be there. What was her name? Minerva had told him, for supposedly she had a relationship with the young witch, which gave him a little shock. She said their affair had started the year before, and had continued, unknown even to her closest friends. Hermione, that had been her name. Top of her class, and too curious for her own good. He would make sure to test her intellect until she had reached her full potential.
A red-haired girl had actually stopped him as he walked through the train, looking at him with fierce eyes when she asked what he was doing there. Adrian had told her he was the new DADA teacher and she blushed and muttered an apology. When he asked her name, she whispered ‘Ginny Weasley’ and left as quickly as she had appeared.
He had seen her again at the Gryffindor table, sitting across from Hermione and a boy that had to have been Ginny’s brother. Almost everyone seemed curious about him, or at least afraid. Adrian laughed. His name did mean ‘dark’ and many children were afraid of the dark. Why not fear a man who didn’t seem to eat and hid half his face behind a curtain of raven black hair? It gave them something to talk about, whisper into the ears of their friends like some ill-begotten rumor.
Adrian grabbed a cigarette from his suitcase and whispered, “Fuele.” He let out a deep breath before taking in a breath bitter with nicotine. It was a brand he’d bought in Diagon Alley, guaranteed to give you the fix you needed without yellow teeth and the chance of cancer. Addiction without side effects. If only the rest of life was that way. Lessons would be a hell tomorrow, starting with the first student to mutter a remark under his breath about his scars.
He expected it, the jeers and cruel laughter at his predicament. Adrian had gone to Durmstrang to become a wizard, the last scion of a fading pureblood family. It had been grueling, as he was subject to extra lessons to learn to control his necromancy, after he had raised three of the previous Headmasters as zombies in his sleep. It was horrible, healing the injuries of people they made him torture, slitting them open until their viscera spilled to the floor.
The Professor felt sick, but it was old news. Now he just needed sleep, without dreams of the people he’d failed to save a long time ago. Adrian grabbed a Dreamless Sleep potion from his suitcase and downed it in one gulp, grinding out his cigarette in the glass bottle, smiling ruefully as he fell into a deep, drugged sleep.
~~~~~
“What do you think of the new Professor, Ginny?” Parvati asked, sitting on the edge of the girl’s bed and kicking her feet. Hermione was reading a book she had picked up the week before on Advanced Transfigurations, and keeping half an ear open to the conversation.
“I don’t know, Parvati. I ran into him on the train and he was so cold. I asked him what he was doing here, and when he told me he was the new DADA teacher, I was really embarrassed. But then he asked what my name was. I told him and ran off. I swear I saw him smile.”
“He doesn’t look too bad in my opinion, but have you seen how he always hides half his face? It’s sort of creepy.”
“Maybe he has something to hide.” Hermione said in a nonchalant tone, turning the page she had read over ten times.
“Like what? Acne?” The girls laughed, and proceeded to talk about the classes they wanted to take this year, and if Snape had cursed the Defense Against The Dark Arts position because he couldn’t get it himself. Hermione closed her book and got off of the bed.
“Where are you going, Hermione?” Ginny looked at her oddly.
“I have to check with McGonagall about one of my classes. I’ll be back soon.” Her friends nodded and she hid the forbidden joy in her heart of seeing Minerva again. She would never be able to explain their relationship to anyone, and hated it. But life wasn’t fair and Hermione would have to deal with it.
A moment after she left the Common Room, Hermione crossed paths with Snape, who looked in his usual foul mood. “Where are you going, Miss Granger? Surely you haven’t forgotten a book in the library already?” She flushed a little. “No, sir, I just have a question to ask Mi-Professor McGonagall.”
He laughed softly, sending a small shock down her spine. “I’m quite sure, Miss Granger. I’m quite sure.” With that, he walked down the hallway, turned a corner, and disappeared, leaving Hermione both confused and very afraid that her secret had been found out.
~~~~~
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