Heir of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,249
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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A Meeting of Rivals
text thoughts
~text~ mind speech
*text* dreams
Chapter Two: A Meeting of Rivals
Diagon Alley is one of the most amazing places for a teenage witch or wizard. Not only does the main street of wizarding London have shops full of racing broomsticks and fashionable wizard clothing, but it is a center of arts and entertainment for the younger generation of magic users.
Harry had arrived early at one of the allowed apperatain point in Diagon Alley on July 31, 1997. He may very well have been prepared to be the next Dark Lord, but he knew it was better to keep a low profile until he had a strong following of supporters. Today he would act, at least in the open, as the same Harry Potter the world had believed destroyed Voldemort, not the Harry Potter who truly had destroyed Lord Voldemort.
He saw, as he arrived, that the shops were just beginning to open and the street was still quite bare of people.
Wonderful he thought I will be able to get most of my business done before people begin their shopping.
His first stop was to a large apartment on the top floor of the building holding madam Malkin’s robe Shop. The apartment took up the entire top floor of the building and Harry had been spending every moment he could there.
Once in the apartment he enlarged and unpacked his trunk, then he walked around the apartment to make sure it did not need anything else. He had furnished and stocked the apartment during the first half of his summer. Everything looked ready for him. He changed into robes, he had found them to be far more comfortable, and descended to the street prepared for his day. A bit of book shopping was in order.
Harry breathed a sigh of contentment. He had been biding his time at his aunt and uncle’s house long enough. It was time to begin his reign as the next Dark Lord.
.~*~.
The first thing Draco did once he arrived was not to do his school shopping, the streets still had few enough people that he could go to Knockturn Alley without people seeing him. His family might be known for using the Dark Arts, but he was not ready to prove that he was anything like his father.
His first stop would be The Spine. It was a small, but well known shop that traded in dark art’s books. He was looking for a book on cursed weapons before he went through the Malfoy armory.
As always, when he arrived at The Spine, he first went to the front desk to speak to the owner, Mr. T. Windel. The Windel family had been selling and buying books from the Malfoy’s for over a century and Draco was not about to end the tradition any time soon.
Once Windel had informed him that there were no new books that were not already in the Malfoy collection, Draco began to search out books on weaponry.
As he turned a corner, he noticed a strangely familiar head of hair. The head of hair belonged to a boy looking through a stack of books on the history of the Dark Lords. The problem was, though he recognized the hair, he could not figure out who the person was. It seemed like some memory that was right in front of him, but blurry enough that the particulars are forgotten.
Draco looked again at the book in the boys hands. It was a book that had sat in the Malfoy library his entire life. The book was titled ‘Becoming a Dark Lord’. Draco had skimmed through the book once.
It was the kind of book that can give all but the most morbid minds a feeling that they have just been defiled by something so terrible that they will never be clean. Draco wanted to take a shower just thinking about the content of that book. But then the thought of taking a shower reminded him of the cold shower he had taken that morning and the dream he had dreamt the night before.
The boy at the table closed the book. Then Draco remembered.
It was strange. It was not as if the old memory had been restored, but instead he knew who the boy was because of a new memory.
Draco walked up to the stack of books the boy was looking at. Quietly, so as not to disturb the people around him, he said the boy’s name.
.~*~.
Harry had been coming to The Spine since the beginning of the summer. He came, as he always did when in Knockturn Alley, under a heavy glamor charm. The charm could only be broken if someone thought about him while looking directly at him. And even then it would only be seen by the person who had thought of him.
He came looking for a specific book. It was a book that a part of him had been thinking about about almost constantly. He knew that the part of him begging to read the book was Lady Pardus.
She rarely spoke to him; per say, she merely put ideas, emotions and words into his head. It was truly as though she was a part of his mind. He did not know how he had lived without her this long.
After a quiet conference with Mr. Windel, Harry had sat down with a stack of books that could all have been the one he was searching for. He flipped through book after book looking for the one thing that would tell him it was what he was looking for.
Finally he turned to a diagram. It looked like a family tree, each name, paired with a date and location, connected to at least one other by a line. He carefully went through each name on the tree. At the top was a block with a full list of thirteen names, then the tree began to grow.
As he read each name, Harry could see a face in his mind. The faces, like other random bits of information that he now had, came from La Mare a la Ombre. Many of the names he had heard before in that never totally remembered class, History of Magic. Finally he got to the end of the list and found the name that told him that this was what he needed. He found his own name.
Harry Potter
1980-present
England
Harry smiled to himself as he closed the book. This was just what he was looking for.
“Potter” The voice was nearly a whisper.
Harry looked up, there standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. The boy he had been rivals with for six years, to the day.
“Malfoy” he replied in a self assured tone. It was a tone that said ‘I am exactly where I should be, what do you want to say about it?’
“What are you doing here Potter?” Asked Malfoy, ignoring the unasked question, “Thinking you can take over from the man you killed?”
“Yes actually, Malfoy,” Harry seemed to have anticipated the question, “But its not so much think as know that I will be the next Dark Lord. The real question is, will you follow me?”
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
~text~ mind speech
*text* dreams
Chapter Two: A Meeting of Rivals
Diagon Alley is one of the most amazing places for a teenage witch or wizard. Not only does the main street of wizarding London have shops full of racing broomsticks and fashionable wizard clothing, but it is a center of arts and entertainment for the younger generation of magic users.
Harry had arrived early at one of the allowed apperatain point in Diagon Alley on July 31, 1997. He may very well have been prepared to be the next Dark Lord, but he knew it was better to keep a low profile until he had a strong following of supporters. Today he would act, at least in the open, as the same Harry Potter the world had believed destroyed Voldemort, not the Harry Potter who truly had destroyed Lord Voldemort.
He saw, as he arrived, that the shops were just beginning to open and the street was still quite bare of people.
Wonderful he thought I will be able to get most of my business done before people begin their shopping.
His first stop was to a large apartment on the top floor of the building holding madam Malkin’s robe Shop. The apartment took up the entire top floor of the building and Harry had been spending every moment he could there.
Once in the apartment he enlarged and unpacked his trunk, then he walked around the apartment to make sure it did not need anything else. He had furnished and stocked the apartment during the first half of his summer. Everything looked ready for him. He changed into robes, he had found them to be far more comfortable, and descended to the street prepared for his day. A bit of book shopping was in order.
Harry breathed a sigh of contentment. He had been biding his time at his aunt and uncle’s house long enough. It was time to begin his reign as the next Dark Lord.
.~*~.
The first thing Draco did once he arrived was not to do his school shopping, the streets still had few enough people that he could go to Knockturn Alley without people seeing him. His family might be known for using the Dark Arts, but he was not ready to prove that he was anything like his father.
His first stop would be The Spine. It was a small, but well known shop that traded in dark art’s books. He was looking for a book on cursed weapons before he went through the Malfoy armory.
As always, when he arrived at The Spine, he first went to the front desk to speak to the owner, Mr. T. Windel. The Windel family had been selling and buying books from the Malfoy’s for over a century and Draco was not about to end the tradition any time soon.
Once Windel had informed him that there were no new books that were not already in the Malfoy collection, Draco began to search out books on weaponry.
As he turned a corner, he noticed a strangely familiar head of hair. The head of hair belonged to a boy looking through a stack of books on the history of the Dark Lords. The problem was, though he recognized the hair, he could not figure out who the person was. It seemed like some memory that was right in front of him, but blurry enough that the particulars are forgotten.
Draco looked again at the book in the boys hands. It was a book that had sat in the Malfoy library his entire life. The book was titled ‘Becoming a Dark Lord’. Draco had skimmed through the book once.
It was the kind of book that can give all but the most morbid minds a feeling that they have just been defiled by something so terrible that they will never be clean. Draco wanted to take a shower just thinking about the content of that book. But then the thought of taking a shower reminded him of the cold shower he had taken that morning and the dream he had dreamt the night before.
The boy at the table closed the book. Then Draco remembered.
It was strange. It was not as if the old memory had been restored, but instead he knew who the boy was because of a new memory.
Draco walked up to the stack of books the boy was looking at. Quietly, so as not to disturb the people around him, he said the boy’s name.
.~*~.
Harry had been coming to The Spine since the beginning of the summer. He came, as he always did when in Knockturn Alley, under a heavy glamor charm. The charm could only be broken if someone thought about him while looking directly at him. And even then it would only be seen by the person who had thought of him.
He came looking for a specific book. It was a book that a part of him had been thinking about about almost constantly. He knew that the part of him begging to read the book was Lady Pardus.
She rarely spoke to him; per say, she merely put ideas, emotions and words into his head. It was truly as though she was a part of his mind. He did not know how he had lived without her this long.
After a quiet conference with Mr. Windel, Harry had sat down with a stack of books that could all have been the one he was searching for. He flipped through book after book looking for the one thing that would tell him it was what he was looking for.
Finally he turned to a diagram. It looked like a family tree, each name, paired with a date and location, connected to at least one other by a line. He carefully went through each name on the tree. At the top was a block with a full list of thirteen names, then the tree began to grow.
As he read each name, Harry could see a face in his mind. The faces, like other random bits of information that he now had, came from La Mare a la Ombre. Many of the names he had heard before in that never totally remembered class, History of Magic. Finally he got to the end of the list and found the name that told him that this was what he needed. He found his own name.
1980-present
England
Harry smiled to himself as he closed the book. This was just what he was looking for.
“Potter” The voice was nearly a whisper.
Harry looked up, there standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. The boy he had been rivals with for six years, to the day.
“Malfoy” he replied in a self assured tone. It was a tone that said ‘I am exactly where I should be, what do you want to say about it?’
“What are you doing here Potter?” Asked Malfoy, ignoring the unasked question, “Thinking you can take over from the man you killed?”
“Yes actually, Malfoy,” Harry seemed to have anticipated the question, “But its not so much think as know that I will be the next Dark Lord. The real question is, will you follow me?”
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~