Heir of Darkness

Chapter One: A lonely birthday after a dream


A boy with messy black hair smiled in his sleep at a dream. He began to roll over and drift into a deeper sleep as the alarm he had hid under his pillow quietly went off. He awoke a bit groggily and looked at the clock.

It read 11:45 PM. He sat up and climbed out of bed to rummage under a loose floorboard. There he had hidden a chocolate cupcake from the previous night’s dinner.

He took the confection from its hiding place and sat on his bed watching the clock.

He had known since the end of fifth year that he should have been sorted into Slytherin. Why had he not listened to the hat. “Or perhaps in Slytherin You’ll make your true friends.” Ron and Hermione had seemed very much to be friends. But friends don’t stop speaking to you for a year when you tell them that you don’t want to marry their sister. Nor do they constantly badger you to make up with first said friend, even after you tell them it was not your fault. 11:50.

Slytherin would have fit him fine, now that he thought about it. Its colors were calm and relaxing, very unlike the Gryffindor colors. That startling red and gold would pull anyone out of a good nights sleep. Slytherins seemed to have more house unity then the other Hogwarts houses as well. Whenever a decision was made, it was made by all of Slytherin. They stuck up for each other, and not just when it was convenient. They had to, the rest of the school would not let them be free. 11:52.

By the end of sixth year, Harry knew more Dark Magic than most of the school put together-that is if you disclude Slytherin. He had gotten a pass to the Restricted Section from Dumbledore. The pass was not to learn dark magic, but to be able to study it. Harry had told the old professor that he felt he would better be able to defend agents something that he had studied more toughly. 11:55.

Without his friends truly by his side, Harry had not been able to share his feelings, his thought, and generally anything that was going on with him. He had finally come out to himself. He was gay, women were simply not what he wanted in his bed. And he had a thing for blonds, well one blond in particular... The minutes slowly ticked away.

Then had come the final battle, and oh what a battle it had been. He had nothing to loose in the end. Killing Voldemort was all had left. His parents were dead before he ever knew them. His only other relatives hated him. His “friends” were not only dating each other, but jumping between pointedly ignoring him, and needing to be a part of his every minut in the process. His godfather had been killed. And in a less mature sense, his crush hated him. What more was there to do? 11:57

So Harry had gone after him. Dumbledore told him not to go, Hermione told him to listen to Dumbledore-as she always did. But Harry was tired of it. He just wanted it to be over. He went to Voldemort’s last known whereabouts, Malfoy Manor. And he had been. It was in a dungeon room. As far as Harry knew, there was no one else in the Manor. 11:59

Finally the clock ticked to where he wanted it. 12:00, midnight.

He whispered a song, “Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to Harry, Happy Birthday to me”

He slowly savored the cupcake and decided that seventeen was a good age. Voldemort was dead. He was a legal adult in the Wizarding World. And he had the backing of the most powerful dark wizards in history. This might be an interesting year.

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The next morning Harry awakened before any of his so called family. He quietly packed his things into his Hogwarts trunk and levitated it downstairs.

Quickly Harry made himself breakfast. It was a Friday, the Dursleys would be awake in a few more hours. He placed a shrinking charm onto his trunk making it approximately the size of a medium sized suitcase, then he started out the door.

Out the door, off the Dursleys property and down Privet Drive. At the end of Privet Drive, Harry put down the “suitcase” and turned around. He whispered a spell, smiled, then picked up the trunk again and apperated away just as the sun was rising.

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As Harry apperated from Surrey, another boy turned over in his sleep. His eyelids fluttered in dream. The blankets of his bed were splayed around him. A voice rippled from his lips, a soft cry of pleasure. His lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he moaned softly in his sleep.

Silver hair fanned across an emerald green pillow. The boy awoke in a way that said, ‘I haven’t a care in the world’. He blinked in the morning light streaming through his windows revealing silver gray eyes with only the slightest hint of blue.

He smiled to himself and climbed out of his bed. After a shower and a full breakfast, Draco Malfoy went to his office. It had once been his father’s, but Lucius had killed himself in Azkaban at the end of sixth year, making Draco the Lord of Malfoy Manor.

Once in the office, Draco carefully went through the papers that lay scattered on the desk. He had left them in a clutter the day before. Draco was known for his organizational skills. He had not lost them, but the desk in his office was now the one place he allowed a bit of disorganization.

He signed the last of the paperwork over his father’s death, then he took up his Hogwarts letter. It was his final year, and therefor his final letter. It read the same as it ever did, and Draco was ready.

His father was gone. As was He-Who -Must-Not-Be-Named. His mother had entered a convent, she had always believed that she looked best in black and white. It was time for him to be his own man. But he was still a student, and with all people of the wizarding world, he would be a true adult when he got his school diploma. At that age he would have the right to use magic at his own discretion.

With the letter in his hand, Draco prepared himself for his last trip for school supplies. Then he apperated to Diagon Alley.

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