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2,527
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
This is an alternate universe/dark Harry/creature/slash fiction. If you don't like it, leave. It contains mild language, and slash in future chapters. Harry Potter and his associates belong to J.K.Rowling, not me. for the purposes of this story i am borrowing information from forgotten realms. this is also copyrighted. i am not making any money, so don't sue. try to enjoy one of my first fiction stories
Thanks Kay for beta'ing
Carefully Positioning the knife, Harry slid the sharp blade along the edge of the folded letter, and snapped the wax seal.
Dear Harry,
How is your summer going? Mines been horrible- Mother has been abroad, and Father has been really busy with work- apparently, he wants to get me a high paid, high ranked position the moment I leave school.
The Ministry has been rather.... gratuitous after my fathers false arrest at the end of last year. I can hardly believe they thought he was involved in a death eater attack- he was just there to remove one of the families prophecies. In fact, due to his inconvenience, the ministry has, quite rightly, put through several sweeping reforms, greatly effecting the power of the Aurors in this time of chaos- hopefully for the best.
In reference to the recent strife caused by the ministries blunders- Fudge only just kept his job, even with father's help- how is your brother coping? The fate of the whole world seems to rest on his shoulders. Rumors are even flying about him being 'The Chosen One'.
I'm really sorry to hear about you having to stay there all summer.
Please tell me James didn't invite over one of the Weasleys- I know that you can't stand them.
Did you hear about Nott, Crabbe and Goyle? Their father's were arrested in the tumult as well, and think everyone will target them at school
Well, I have to go and prepare for a massive ministry ball being held tonight- Fudge is trying to secure support from the populace, and ensure us all that all is well.
I'll talk to you at school
Draco
Harry sighed, a soft breathe in the cold shadowy room. The code on the letter was easy enough to decipher. Lord Voldemort had Draco's mother off searching for some artifact overseas, Draco' father was trying to pull him into Voldemort's inner circle, and get him out of school early. It explained how Lucius was out of jail, and certain new laws that seemed for the best, but, if you read the small print, greatly restrict policing powers. And how Fudge kept his job.
He asked whether Harry knew anything about the prophecy, he asked whether there had been any order meetings in the house. Hell, he even asked for Harry's opinion on how to treat the rest of their group in the new school year, then told him that they couldn't correspond for the rest of the holidays.
Harry sighed again. Although writing was a poor substitute for Draco in person, it was still something.
“Is something wrong master?”
Harry turned to the voice that spoke from above the desk.
“I'm fine Temp, just pining away as usual”
Harry watched as Tempestas detached himself from the ceiling and, trailing web behind him, slowly slid from ceiling to desk.
Lilith had died when harry was five and a half. The normal lifespan of a female black widow spider was one hundred and eighty days, and she had been quite old and near death when harry found her, but, for some reason, his words, and presence has changed her, making her stronger, and longer lived. Her daughter would have lived longer had Harry not run into an ogre at age seven.
As he grew older, not only did his wizarding powers increase, but so did the bizarre power he had over Spiders.
Any type of spider would listen to him, and obey his commands, his pressence alone made them stronger. His touch changed them, giving them amazing abilities with venom and web
Tempestas, grandson of Lilith, had spent his entire life with Harry, as had his mother, and both were descended from the first spider to ever talk to him. As such, through constant contact with Harry, he had become very different from the run of the mill male black widow spider.
For starters, most male black widows live for, at most, ninety days. Harry had had him since he was seven. Next, there was his size. Unless he willed it otherwise, Tempestas was the size of a fox terrier. His venom was a completely amazing combination of magical venoms, necrotoxins and neurotoxins, that left a victim paralyzed, in pain, and slowly dying. Unless of course, Tempestas wanted it otherwise.
Not only that, he had an ability that no other ever came close to. He could transform into a Human, and was relatively skilled at magic.
“It isn't healthy bottling up your feelings like this you know” Temp said as he landed on the desk, the metallic blue markings on his abdomen after which he had been named catching the candle light, and reflecting it onto the walls. His voice sounded nothing like a storm though, rather, it was raspy and dry, like a tomb “you should let them all out.”
“I already tell you everything anyway”
“I don't mean to me- i mean tell him how you feel”
“I can't- what if he doesn't like me”
“I've told you before- anyone with half a mind could see how besotted he is with you”
“No he isn't”
“Oh really? How many letters does he write that he signs as just Draco?”
“You're reading to much into it”
Deciding that reason and logic weren't going to work (AN- if you've ever tried to distract a friend who have a major crush on someone, you should know what I'm talking about), Tempestas decided to distract him with something else.
“How 'bout you open some birthday presents?”
“It isn't the thirty-first yet”
A few seconds passed before suddenly-
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES!!!!”
Echoed up the stairs. Harry sighed again, and let his head sink to the old, scratched desk that Harry had salvaged when his father wanted to throw it out, and tried to block out the sounds of James having fun with friends and family
“Well, how 'bout you open some presents now? Like this o- wait, better not” he said, carefully putting Malfoy's present to the side, trying to avoid more Draco related angst “Here's one from Blaise”
This is an alternate universe/dark Harry/creature/slash fiction. If you don't like it, leave. It contains mild language, and slash in future chapters. Harry Potter and his associates belong to J.K.Rowling, not me. for the purposes of this story i am borrowing information from forgotten realms. this is also copyrighted. i am not making any money, so don't sue. try to enjoy one of my first fiction stories
Thanks Kay for beta'ing
Carefully Positioning the knife, Harry slid the sharp blade along the edge of the folded letter, and snapped the wax seal.
Dear Harry,
How is your summer going? Mines been horrible- Mother has been abroad, and Father has been really busy with work- apparently, he wants to get me a high paid, high ranked position the moment I leave school.
The Ministry has been rather.... gratuitous after my fathers false arrest at the end of last year. I can hardly believe they thought he was involved in a death eater attack- he was just there to remove one of the families prophecies. In fact, due to his inconvenience, the ministry has, quite rightly, put through several sweeping reforms, greatly effecting the power of the Aurors in this time of chaos- hopefully for the best.
In reference to the recent strife caused by the ministries blunders- Fudge only just kept his job, even with father's help- how is your brother coping? The fate of the whole world seems to rest on his shoulders. Rumors are even flying about him being 'The Chosen One'.
I'm really sorry to hear about you having to stay there all summer.
Please tell me James didn't invite over one of the Weasleys- I know that you can't stand them.
Did you hear about Nott, Crabbe and Goyle? Their father's were arrested in the tumult as well, and think everyone will target them at school
Well, I have to go and prepare for a massive ministry ball being held tonight- Fudge is trying to secure support from the populace, and ensure us all that all is well.
I'll talk to you at school
Draco
Harry sighed, a soft breathe in the cold shadowy room. The code on the letter was easy enough to decipher. Lord Voldemort had Draco's mother off searching for some artifact overseas, Draco' father was trying to pull him into Voldemort's inner circle, and get him out of school early. It explained how Lucius was out of jail, and certain new laws that seemed for the best, but, if you read the small print, greatly restrict policing powers. And how Fudge kept his job.
He asked whether Harry knew anything about the prophecy, he asked whether there had been any order meetings in the house. Hell, he even asked for Harry's opinion on how to treat the rest of their group in the new school year, then told him that they couldn't correspond for the rest of the holidays.
Harry sighed again. Although writing was a poor substitute for Draco in person, it was still something.
“Is something wrong master?”
Harry turned to the voice that spoke from above the desk.
“I'm fine Temp, just pining away as usual”
Harry watched as Tempestas detached himself from the ceiling and, trailing web behind him, slowly slid from ceiling to desk.
Lilith had died when harry was five and a half. The normal lifespan of a female black widow spider was one hundred and eighty days, and she had been quite old and near death when harry found her, but, for some reason, his words, and presence has changed her, making her stronger, and longer lived. Her daughter would have lived longer had Harry not run into an ogre at age seven.
As he grew older, not only did his wizarding powers increase, but so did the bizarre power he had over Spiders.
Any type of spider would listen to him, and obey his commands, his pressence alone made them stronger. His touch changed them, giving them amazing abilities with venom and web
Tempestas, grandson of Lilith, had spent his entire life with Harry, as had his mother, and both were descended from the first spider to ever talk to him. As such, through constant contact with Harry, he had become very different from the run of the mill male black widow spider.
For starters, most male black widows live for, at most, ninety days. Harry had had him since he was seven. Next, there was his size. Unless he willed it otherwise, Tempestas was the size of a fox terrier. His venom was a completely amazing combination of magical venoms, necrotoxins and neurotoxins, that left a victim paralyzed, in pain, and slowly dying. Unless of course, Tempestas wanted it otherwise.
Not only that, he had an ability that no other ever came close to. He could transform into a Human, and was relatively skilled at magic.
“It isn't healthy bottling up your feelings like this you know” Temp said as he landed on the desk, the metallic blue markings on his abdomen after which he had been named catching the candle light, and reflecting it onto the walls. His voice sounded nothing like a storm though, rather, it was raspy and dry, like a tomb “you should let them all out.”
“I already tell you everything anyway”
“I don't mean to me- i mean tell him how you feel”
“I can't- what if he doesn't like me”
“I've told you before- anyone with half a mind could see how besotted he is with you”
“No he isn't”
“Oh really? How many letters does he write that he signs as just Draco?”
“You're reading to much into it”
Deciding that reason and logic weren't going to work (AN- if you've ever tried to distract a friend who have a major crush on someone, you should know what I'm talking about), Tempestas decided to distract him with something else.
“How 'bout you open some birthday presents?”
“It isn't the thirty-first yet”
A few seconds passed before suddenly-
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES!!!!”
Echoed up the stairs. Harry sighed again, and let his head sink to the old, scratched desk that Harry had salvaged when his father wanted to throw it out, and tried to block out the sounds of James having fun with friends and family
“Well, how 'bout you open some presents now? Like this o- wait, better not” he said, carefully putting Malfoy's present to the side, trying to avoid more Draco related angst “Here's one from Blaise”