Wishing For Darkness

A/N: This chapter was a little bit, off, since I had a whole bunch of stuff going on since my first chapter. My next chapter, will hopefully be beta checked, but for now I'm learning from my mistakes, with the help of all my lovely reviwers. Everyone's reviews were a help in their own right, so thank you all! Anyway. Here is the second chapter of Wishing For Darkness, hope everyone enjoys it! ^_^

“Parseltongue”
“Telepathic thoughts”
“Speech”
Thoughts

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Wide silver eyes looked around his suite. Sliding out of the large four poster bed smoothly, the teenager's hair shining silver in the soft moonlight. What an odd dream, he thought. The voice sounded familiar...who would be calling for my help though? Swiftly the boy dressed, and leaving his room, followed the winding hallways to the kitchens. Snapping his fingers impatiently, a house elf appeared as he arrived.

“What can Nilly be doing for the Young Master Draco?” she asked.

Sighing in annoyance, he responded. “A glass of pumpkin juice, and a sandwich. Deliver it to the library.”

Nodding quickly, the elf said a fast reply, “Nilly's be getting to it right away.” Then she popped away.

Turning and making quick work of the walk to the library, he sat down in one of the more comfortable chairs around the research table, as he waited for Nilly to bring him his food. What time is it? As if someone was answering his thoughts, he looked to the clock. It read; 4:57am. Pulling his hair back, holding it there with a silver clasp, he pulled a book from the edge of the table, titled The Many Links of Soul Mates, to him.

A pop resounded in the library. Nilly placed the plate and goblet on the table next to Draco, and bowed, before apparating away.

Taking a sip of the juice, Draco flipped open the book, trying to read it. Eventually he just pushed it to the side and ate his food. He couldn't get over the fact that someone was in trouble and called out to him. He was even more bothered by the fact that, he couldn't identify who's voice it was.

About two hours later, Draco was found by Nilly, slumped over on the table asleep. “Young Master's son needs to be more careful. He does.” Grabbing his hand, she apparated him to his room, gently placing him on his bed.

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Groaning, Harry rolled over. Almost instantly he figured out this was a bad idea, as pain shot all through his back. Biting back the yelp of pain, he sat up as much as he could. Outside his cupboard, Harry could hear the slow moving of feet, meaning the Dursley's just woke up.

In just a matter of minutes, Vernon's tell-tale voice called him, to go make breakfast. Harry hesitated about five seconds, which was a mistake. The cupboard door was wrenched open, and he was bodily pulled out. Crying out in pain, Harry curled up into a ball.

“Get up, boy! We don't have all day, and you have chores to do!” Vernon kicked his nephew in the ribs, then walked into the living room.

Grimacing painfully, Harry hauled himself up off the floor. Shuffling into the kitchen, he began breakfast. Hiding a bit of scrambled eggs in a napkin, he set it underneath the dish strainer. After he was all done cooking, and had set everything on the table. Harry went to turn the burners off, since the pans were on the table. He didn't get that far.

“Mum, my eggs are burnt!” yelled Dudley. “Punish the freak!” he said, pointing at Harry.

“Here Duddy, you can have mine, they aren't as burnt.” Petunia said, switching plates with her son. “Vernon do something about the boy.”

Grinning cheerily,Vernon walked over to Harry and snatched his hands away from the knobs to turn off the range, and pressed them onto the hot burners. Watching in delighted glee as Harry squirmed, trying to pull his hands away. “One would think you'd have learned by now, not to burn our food.”

Biting his tongue to keep from screaming, Harry wouldn't let his uncle have that satisfaction. Oh, Merlin, someone help me please! The black haired boy, couldn't and didn't know that someone else was actually hearing his cries for help. Especially that, that someone was his schoolboy rival. So he didn't expect what happened next.

A silver glow started to radiate around Harry, slowly encompassing him. Then after it had managed to completely obscure him from vision, it threw Vernon back. Harry never noticed that his uncle had soon gotten back up and was beating on the silver aura around him. He was focused on the gentle soothing voice in his head.

“Shh. It's okay, you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you like that again. You're fine, I'll heal you. Just stay with me, alright?” The voice stern, yet gentle. Most obviously a guys voice.

“Why are you helping me? What do you want, in return? Who are you?” Several questions came from Harry, since even in his pain induced haze, he knew this could be Voldemort, tricking him.

The voice chuckled quietly, and seemingly caressed the small boy's wounds. In actuality though, the wounds were closing, and healing. “So many questions. The first, is a mystery to even me. The second, your identity. The third, I don't believe I will reveal that until I know who you are. Relax.”

A wave of absolute calm washed over Harry, and he felt himself nodding mentally. “It's not exactly fair to expect me to reveal myself to you, when you won't do the same. For all I know, you may not tell me who you are at all once I've answered,” he said tiredly.

~~~HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM~~~

“No, I suppose you are right. I guess we will just have to have nicknames, for now. Acceptable?” Draco was honestly confused. He heard the same person from last night crying out, while eating his breakfast. His mother was staring at him worriedly. His father was just watching him with an eyebrow raised s lightly.

A mental nod came, along with the almost silent, even mentally, reply. “That's fine..what would you like me to call you?”

Smirking slightly to himself, much to the amusement of his father, since he was obviously not exactly there. “Call me, Ryu. Likewise?”

Quiet snickering, came across the link. “Well then Ryu, call me Rin.” A small shudder flowed through 'Rin' and he collapsed, not noticing that he had somehow made his way out into the forest behind the Dursley's.

“Rin, are you alright?” Draco asked. He saw some blackness float into his vision, then it felt as if something was extracted from his mind. Looking at his parents, he finally noticed them staring at him.

“Dragon, is there something you would like to tell us?” that came from Narcissa, Draco's mother. Her crystalline blue eyes shone with worry, for her only son.

“Why do you ask, Mother?”

Clearing his throat, Lucius answered. “Simply because your eyes were unfocused, your healing aura was flashing slightly during the first couple minutes, and you were talking to someone unseen by us.” His slow drawl had a very slight undertone of concern and amusement too, not that most would notice it.

Paling to a shade lighter than his already pale skin, Draco looked down slightly, “You see there's this person, and I'm able to sort of hear them in my head.”

Narcissa gasped, and stared at her son even more worried than before. Lucius' eyebrows sky rocketed into his hairline. Both of them were completely at a loss for words.

Sighing, Draco stood and left the dining room. Wandering the halls of his house until the late afternoon.

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Meanwhile, Harry had finally woken up. His neck was aching a bit, and he was starving. Looking around, he spotted a blackberry bush. Going over to it, he ate until he was full. Sighing, he looked up through the tree clearing and noticed it was already dark. I suppose I should head back to the Dursley's, after all I can't go anywhere without my things. Harry set to work of finding a way out of the forest.

Reaching the house after a couple hours, he took a deep breath. You can do this, Harry. You can. It's not like they'll be awake to punish you. Twisting the back door knob, he frowned, it wasn't locked but it wasn't coming open either. Walking to the garage side door, he tried it. Same thing happened. Looking around desperately he finally spotted an open window. Only problem, was it was on the second floor, and it was Dudley's room.

Chewing on his lip in frustration, he nodded to himself. Grabbing hold of the drain pipe, he shimmied up it as quietly as he could. When he finally got to the window, he almost fell off. Dudley was having sex with some girl, who could almost pass for Pansy Parkinson's sister. Gently climbing into the window, he slid against the wall, out of Dudley and the females vision, to the door. Then as fast as lightning he went through the door. Very glad he had oiled the door jams two days ago. Quickly he walked down to his cupboard, and was just closing the door, when Vernon appeared.

Grinning as a predator would towards prey, the huge man pulled Harry out by his shirt. “Didn't think I would catch you, did you freak? Climbing up the drain pipe, and coming out of Dudley's room. You shouldn't have come back, boy.” Dragging Harry, he proceeded down to the basement, where he ripped Harry's shirt off, stuffing it into the teen's mouth. Swiftly, he attached the frail wrists to hand cuffs hanging from a chain.

Walking over to a small set of drawers, he pulled out a whip, with small, pointed, silver thorns. Winding his meaty arm back as far as it would go, he threw it forward. The thorns sticking into Harry's back, then brutally ripping back out. So it continued, on and on, for what Harry thought were days. Until Vernon switched to a different torture tool, a scalpel. Almost lovingly, Vernon took the knife and carved the words: Worthless Unloved Freak, into Harry's chest. “How do you like that, freak.”

With the last bit of consciousness he had, Harry spat in Vernon's face, “Fuck you, you ugly bastard.” Then he lost gave into the blackness around his vision.

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The first thing Harry realized, was that he was somewhere slightly unfamiliar. Keeping his eyes open, just enough to see out of he surveyed his surroundings. Smirking a little, he finally figured out, it was his 'old' room. Sitting up slowly, he almost screamed, feeling many wounds break open from just that small task. Eventually he noticed why he was awake, there was a tapping on the window. Looking at the small, brown owl, he smiled sadly. His faithful owl, Hedwig, had been killed during his 6th year. Stoned to death.

Closing his eyes, Harry concentrated with everything he had on making the window open. When it did, he breathed a sigh of relief. The small owl, flew over and sat on top of curved mattress. Hooting quietly, it stuck it's leg out. Harry took the envelope quickly, seeing the Gringotts crest. The owl, hooted again, and took off out the window. After making the window close once more, the emerald-eyed boy opened the letter, surprisingly he saw there were several letters in the main one, starting with the main one he began reading. The more he read, the angrier, and sadder he got.

Dear Mr. Potter,

The goblins of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, wish to inform you of our sincerest apologies regarding your heritage. Going through all of our files, and data, we have found, that you are in fact not a Potter at all. Your true ancestry, is of the long coveted, Grindewald line, on your mother's side. On your father's side, you belong to the ancient, Le Fay line. We have no idea how your true lines were buried in our files, as they were. We are currently working to find this out. In the meantime, we ask that you come by at your earliest convenience, so we may talk about your properties, monies, and your parents' wills. The following letters were spelled to appear, so that we may send them to you two weeks before your coming of age. Underneath this, you will find some rough approximations of your main vaults.

Grindewald Vault No.248:
Numerous dark, light, and gray artifacts.
Seven properties. Three of which are unplottable.
Approximately 347,000,000 Galleons; 190,800 Sickles; and 47,000 Knuts.

Le Fay Vault No.2:
Numerous dark, and gray artifacts.
Thirty-two properties. Twenty-seven of which are unplottable.
Approximately 70,000,000,000 Galleons; 338,000 Sickles; and 8,000,000 Knuts.

We are sincerely sorry about this. Though we have to say, after all of this, someone else should have known, we recommend you speak to Lucien Sylph, of Sylph-Malfoy Wizarding Attorneys. He was your mother and father's law-wizard. Also we are very sorry that we could not tell you the names of your parents. The records have been spelled not to let us admit them, unless speaking to .

Sincerely,
Ragnarok
President of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Britain Chain.

Quickly picking up the next letter, by the time Harry was done reading it, he was in tears.

My son,

You most likely have just found out about your heritage, and ancestry. I beg of you to not turn away from it, and hear me out. I love you, so much. I bet you're wondering exactly who I am. Well, you were not entirely mislead.

My name is Lilith Callisto Grindewald. I'm sure you were told that I was in Gryffindor. That is wrong. I was in Slytherin, as was everyone in our family but two. One was a Ravenclaw, the other a Gryffindor. They were twins, and loved mischief, they should have been in Slytherin, if only because they talked the hat into putting them into those specific houses. In school, my best friends were Narcissa Malfoy and Severus Snape. I'm sure you've heard things about them both. Narcissa may seem cold and uncaring, she is actually a very warm and sweet person. Severus, he...well he is scared of being hurt. So he doesn't and won't let very many people see past his very, very nasty facade. Oh my, do not tell them I told you all of this.

Anyway, since you are receiving this letter, I will assume that you are currently known as Harry James Potter, and that you believe James Potter to be your father. Most obviously that is not true. You have a charm placed upon you, to make you look like him. Placed by either him or Dumbledore. Yes, yes I do know it seems a little wild. I assure you though, that once removed, you will change drastically. The only thing that I know for a fact won't change is your eye color, and your hair color. If you ask Sev, or Narcissa, I am sure they will know the one.

I must hurry with this, since there isn't much time before Dumbledore comes back. I was captured, by his order of flamingos, they are keeping me hostage. They know I am pregnant, and they plan to use you for some fake prophecy. They have drugged me with an injected form of the imperius curse. It is almost like the muggle drug heroin, so I'm going in and out of lucidness at the moment. They are not what they make themselves out to be, love. They aren't. They killed your father. I must let you know my love that those horrible people you are with right now, they need to be killed. Please talk to Tom by the way. He isn't really evil.

Right now, I am almost positive, everyone but Severus is going to have a memory charm over them. They won't once they see your true image. Please, my son. Believe me...I love you...you have no idea how sorry I am about not being able to be there as you grow up. You are kicking me right now, very active today. I'm betting you know today is the last day I'll have a chance to remember, that I'll truly remember my life before Dumbledore captured us. Good bye, love.

Love your Mum,
Lilith C. G.

P.S. So you know, your godparents are: Narcissa, Severus, Poppy Pomfrey, and Sirius Black. I am not sure if you've met the last two, but they are good people. Seek them out my son. They will love you.

Pulling the letter close, he felt as if he could almost smell his mother. He knew it was true. He had had his doubts for a long time about what Dumbledore was doing. His mum...his mum, it felt so good to say that, wouldn't be hurt by his decision to go against the light. Gently wiping his tears, he picked up the last letter, steeling himself for whatever it could say, he chewed on his lip, and read.

Son,

My days are limited, so I thought I would give you a bit of insight on who I am. My name is Ewain Le Fay. This is the third time I have been reincarnated because one of our descendants has not found their mate. You can find more information on that in the Le Fay Manor, in France. I'm sure your mum will tell you about it though. She's told me she can feel you kicking sometimes, which is rare since you only just finished forming. My family, have all been dark from the beginning of time. We have known that the Light side has just been out to rule the world underhandedly. The Dark side must always stick together, for there are always hardships when it comes to dealing with the light. They sacrifice their people, for 'the greater good'. They send them to war, when they are but children. That is not what we are about. Oh my, I am rambling, bad habit that.

As it is, I thought you might ought to know, since your mum is sort of hesitant on telling you this, Voldemort, aka Tom as I know him, is a distant relative of yours in actuality. I am almost positive you will have his parseltongue ability, he gave you some of his blood to keep you alive, you know. Your mother was bleeding a lot one day, and the mediwizard told her that you were bleeding, not her. So Tom, being him, gave you about a half pint of his blood, to keep you going. Narcissa teased him about it for weeks. Sadly, I really must be going again...I promise I will write to you again. Lilith especially wants this letter though. I really don't know why. Just know that no matter what you ever chose to do. I love you, and I am proud of you always.

Your Father,
Ewain Le Fay.

Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply through his nose, exhaling through his mouth. My mother and father, were not on Dumblefuck's side. They weren't killed by Voldemort. They...they...tears started flowing down his face, until there weren't anymore. Looking at the window, Harry's eyes went cold. He knew he couldn't leave yet, but he would be damned if he took more shit that what was necessary.

After a while, Harry lied back down, and fell asleep. Never seeing Aya lurking in the corner, and nodding approvingly. Soon, Master, you will be safe.