Wishing For Darkness

A/N: SO! Thank you as always, reviewers. I was upset a little since, this chapter didn't get out as quickly as I wanted it too. Between practice, and relatives coming, it was really difficult to get time for this chapter. So I apologize. Now on with the story!! P.S. There will be a rape scene later x.x There is a warning so you can skip it, and also! Draco is going to be somewhat OOC until like two chapters from now. Thanks!

“Mental Speech”
“Speech”
Parseltongue
“Thoughts”
“Flashback”

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Walking down the stairs, Harry headed towards the smaller dining room, humming proudly to himself. He met up with Ginny on the way in, and they sat at the table. “Sleep well, sister?” he asked.

Rolling her eyes, she smiled delightfully. “It was better than any I've gotten in a long time. How about yourself?” she chirped.

“It was fine. From the ritual yesterday, I'm sure you know about my mysterious bond, with someone out there. Well I was talking to him last night, and we're going to meet with him. Today. You don't need to come of course, but I figured you'd like to go shopping,” Harry said simply.

Ginny's eyes took on a predatory gleam, “Shopping, you said?” her voice just a small whisper.

Harry looked at her cautiously answering, “Yes....why?”

She looked at their near empty plates, and grinned widely. “Let's go! Now, now, now!! I am going to fix your wardrobe! Of course, not to say you don't actually have fashion sense, but you can't just keep conjuring up clothes!” she said excitedly. She seemed to get even more excited when Aya nodded to her, from where she was laying in the front of the windows.

Staring at her oddly, Harry nodded. “Go get ready,” halfway through his sentence Ginny was already out of her seat, and on the way to her room.

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Apparently Harry had underestimated his sister. She had taken him through several stores already, and she had had him try on almost everything in emerald green, silver, navy blue, and black. Luckily, it was time to meet his 'friend'. So there they were sitting in the very back table in the, surprisingly nice, cafe. Harry was sipping on some chamomile tea that was actually made to be like an iced tea. Ginny was drinking something called Dreamer's Thoughts. Which was a blend of a bunch of teas.

As it got closer and closer to noon, Harry got more impatient. Not one person that could potentially be Ryu, had walked through the doors. Right at noon, Harry saw a flash of silver hair, and smirked. “Ryu, dear. Back corner table.”

Turning to the voice, the silver-haired teenager, he gasped, and stumbled back. Only to be caught by his friend, who he had brought with him. “Potter!” he almost yelled as he regained his footing. “What is the meaning of this?”

Looking around and glaring at the spectators, he narrowed his eyes at Draco. “Sit,” he said in a chilling voice.

Draco stared at him for a moment, before walking to the table and sitting across from Harry, his friend sitting across from Ginny. “Potter, Weaslette. Why are we here, you can't possibly, be Rin,” he said, a quick flash of panic crossing his face at the thought.

Smirking, Harry replied, “Actually, I see no Potter, or a Weasel here. I am obviously Rin, Ryu.”

“What are you talking about?” Draco's friend asked, staring from underneath his hood at Ginny with golden eyes.

Leaning over the table, Harry stared right into Draco's eyes. “You see I am no Potter, and Ginny here, is no longer a Weasley. In fact, your father was the one who gave her permission to become my sister.” At the barely concealed curiosity on Draco's face, he chuckled. “Why don't we go somewhere more private, Ryu? Blaise can come with you, as I'm sure he'd go right home and tell your father,” he suggested.

Ginny piped up just then, and smiled at Draco and Blaise. “I believe that would be a good idea, brother. I gather they wouldn't want their slytherin masks to fall off in public,” she said happily.

Narrowing his eyes, Draco nodded finally. “My manor. I refuse to go anywhere with you that is possibly crawling with the light.”

Standing up, and offering his hand to his sister, Harry glanced at Draco. “I was hoping you'd say that,” he said.

Draco and Blaise stood, and went to the fireplace in the backroom of the restaurant. Grabbing some floo powder Blaise, quickly went in with a quiet, “Malfoy Manor, Draco's Suite.”

Draco was next, after telling them nastily they had to wait a minute before coming, so he could let them in through the wards.

Minutes later, they were all standing in Draco's room. Staring at each other. Harry let down his shields a bit, and had to bite smile back. Draco was completely confused, panicking, and angry. Ginny was flustered. Blaise, well...he was aroused, and confused. He could feel Narcissa in the house, who was doing something to make her very cheerful. Lucius was unreadable. Probably has occlumency training against this, he thought.

Looking around the large room, he went and sat in a chair, pulling Ginny with him. He sat her in his lap, and raised a teasing eyebrow at Draco's affronted look. “I think you'll find this information easier to take if you call for your father. He'll probably be on his way soon anyway, since we aren't supposed to be here.”

Blaise sat the only silver chair in the room, and kept stealing glances at Ginny. Earning several glares from Harry. Draco snarled, and went to the fireplace to firecall his father. Soon Lucius was there, staring at them all with a sneer. “Mr. Malfoy, pleasure to see you again. I was just about to tell your son here about my identity, and I figured he might not protest as much since you already can say it's true. Even if you don't like it. Then Ginny will tell her story, which you want to hear anyway. Have you told Tom about yesterday?” he asked.

Glaring at Harry, he said, “You are an insolent brat, you should have learned by now that he will take you down.”

Chuckling, he smiled coldly, “You have a few things coming to you then.”

Draco, had sat down by now, and his ice prince mask was back. “Talk then, Potter.”

“My name is Harrison Ewain Grindewald-Le Fay. My mother was Lilith Callisto Grindewald, and my father was Ewain Le-Fay, Morgana Le-Fay's son. My mother was captured by the so called Light, who held her hostage, using an injected form of the imperius curse. Who used me as their prophecy child, which I believe the prophecy is either fake or it was misinterpreted. I had to live my mother's fake sister...” he trailed off at the end, just leaving it at that. Ginny squeezed his hand, and rubbed circles on the back of it.

“I'll like to add in that he has a permanent until removed charm on him to make him look like James Potter. I'll begin my story now. My name now is...well I'm going to be changing it to Ginny Freya Grindewald, since the Weasleys don't acknowledge me as their daughter. Simply because I was forward with my views, I believe that people like Hermione, and my former family should be tracked at all times, since they are destroying wizarding traditions. Along with all muggleborns. They have a right to tell their immediate family, but they should be spelled or something so they can't reveal anything outside those select people. Or simply eradicated. Plus Molly, she found me reading some...darker books,” Ginny smiled, not at all sad about her tale. Ever since her first year, she hadn't really liked but Bill, Charlie, and the twins anyway.

Draco smirked haughtily, “There is no way that Golden Boy, Potty, is the heir of the legends. He can't be, he's too light. You definitely aren't Rin either,” he said.

Looking away slightly, and speaking in a spine chilling voice, Harry stated his thoughts, “If the Golden Boy was really golden, he wouldn't have almost killed his former best friend yesterday, now would he. Along with that, he wouldn't have done a dark blood brother ritual with his sister. Most importantly, he wouldn't be here right now would he.”

Lucius couldn't even say anything to that. He stood, and practically spat out his next words, “If this is all true, why don't we go see Narcissa, since she can supposedly take this charm off.”

“No need, Luc. I'm already here, you were disturbing my meditation, with all of your angry emotions.” Narcissa said as she entered the room, she stared at Harry for a long time, before chanting something in greek while locking eyes with him.

Everyone gasped as Harry suddenly shrunk about two inches, his hair lengthened to his tailbone. His bone structure became more sharp and aristocratic. His skin paled even more. The most surprising change though, was the fact that his pupils were slitted and he had severely pointed ears. Harry opened his mouth in an 'o' shape, his fangs glinting in the light. His body now in too big robes, seemed frail. The glamor he put on himself to hide how skinny he was, also was gone. He flinched at the stares.

“Rin...” was all Draco said. There was no way it wasn't him, he could feel the anguish rolling off of the boy.

“Harry?” Ginny shouted as he pushed her gently off before he disappeared in black flames, screams coming through the flames.

Minutes later, Harry reappeared. He put on a very convincing appearance that he was fine. “Let's go home, Ginny,” he said softly. She nodded and floo'd home. He turned to the rest of them, and chewed on his lip lightly. “Thank you Mrs. Malfoy, I don't know if you knew, but my mother named you a godmother. Ryu...I'm sorry I wasn't what you were expecting.” With that said, he left the startled Malfoys and the lone Zabini.

When no one seemed willing to break the stunned silence, Draco asked a question, “Did anyone else notice the flashes of pictures in the flames?” When no one answered him he huffed a bit.

HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM

Harry walked silently from the study fire place to his room. Once there he pulled out the dagger Sirius had left him. Quickly and precisely he cut three lines across his arm, just enough to bleed. He stared at the blood for a while, before closing his eyes. When the charm on him was broken, he felt a block in his mind break too. There were memories of his that had been repressed, by either him or someone else he didn't know. His eyes glowed in the darkness as he remembered the one that went the furthest back.


Flashback WARNING! This is a rape scene, and pedophilia. If you can't stomach, or do not like reading such things. I have put an end point of this flashback, if you would like to skip down to it.

A small Harry, about four, was sitting in the middle of the living room. He desperately was wishing for someone to play with him. His aunt was taking a bath, while Dudley played with his friend Piers upstairs. He could feel their fun, and he wanted to be part of it. When he got too hungry, he went upstairs to ask his Aunt Petunia if he was allowed to eat something. He hesitantly knocked on the door, when there was no answer he went in.

He did not expect to see his aunt, with someone he didn't even know was in the house. He was a tall man, thin. His hair was pristine and neat. He was touching her everywhere and Harry thought he was trying to hurt her, so he went up and started hitting the man. When he was backhanded by Petunia, he started crying.

“You will never repeat this to anyone. Understand freak?” she said angrily. When he nodded she turned her nose up, and pulled him closer. “As punishment, you will have to help my friend, with anything he likes.”

Harry not seeing anything wrong with this, nodded his head compliantly. The older man, smirked.

“How old is he?” the man asked.

“He will be four in three days.”

“Perfect,” was the last thing Harry heard before, he was put on his knees and told to lick the man's private. Harry of course didn't want to since his aunt had always told him, he wasn't ever to touch himself there or anyone else, because they might get his freakishness. So when the man pulled him by his hair, and shoved the organ in his face, Harry had no idea what to do.

His aunt had of course said that he was to do anything he likes. So he supposed his aunt wouldn't care this time. Nodding resolutely, he stuck his little tongue out and licked the mans special place..

Soon after he had licked more and more, the man shoved him down onto his stomach, and pushed his penis inside of the little boy. Grunting all the while. When Harry screamed he gestured for Petunia who was watching this without any care, to put something in his mouth. When the towel was placed inside of Harry's mouth, he started pumping in and out. Minutes later, Harry blacked out from the pain.

END FLASHBACK!! This is the end of the flashback, for those of you who skipped it, you can now continue reading, though mentions of the rape in the flashback will be briefly spoken of.

That was the first time, as far as he could now remember. Even though he was raped, and multiple times at that, the thing that hurt the most to Harry was that his aunt, every time, was the one who set it up to be so. That she would stand in the room, and just watch. Her face was uncaring, each and every time. He knew she hated him, but he'd never thought that she could do that to him. She would sometimes even join in, which was the worst.

Harry curled in on himself, and just cried. When he couldn't cry anymore he screamed aloud, and unknowingly mentally. He pulled one the pillows on his bed closer, and tried ripping it, until he gave up and curled around it. In his pain, he didn't realize that the tears he was crying, once more, were turning silver as they ran down his face.

He stared at the wall of his room for several hours. Memories, upon memories, seemed to be still flooding into his head. What did I do, that was so horrible, that she would do this to me...he asked himself. It's my fault though, I know it is...it always is..after that last thought, Harry fell into a nightmare filled sleep.

HPDMHPDMHPDM

Draco was sitting at the dining room table, his face one of abject horror. He could see his parents' worried faces, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that his Rin, aside from being Harry Potter, then Harry Grindewald-Le Fay, was raped, when he was but three years old. With permission from that muggle bitch. The screams, he could hear ripped through his mind like a rusty knife.

Draco soon got up and walked over, and sat in his mother's lap, and just cried. He didn't care if his father saw, he didn't care that he hadn't done this since he was eleven, when he had to leave for Hogwarts, he just wanted to feel safe, and somehow make it better. Even though he knew nothing he did at this moment, was going to help Rin.

Narcissa pulled him closer, and just held him, soon feeling hot tears soak through her robes. Lucius, came and hugged his son too, while Narcissa whispered soothing words into her son's hair.

About twenty minutes later, Draco softly removed himself from his parents' embrace, and stood up. He nodded to them both thankfully, and sat back in his own seat. A blank and saddened expression on his own face. “I need to apologize to Harry...and mother, I think you should come,” Draco said quietly. His brain already working frantically to find a way to wherever it was that Harry was living.

“Dragon, what happened?” she asked.

Hanging his head slightly, he answered, “It happened a long time ago..I just believe the effects of it just were unlocked. Rin, needs comforting, and I think out of everyone, it will have to be you or Ginny. I don't think he wants Ginny to see him as he is though. He's hurt...worse than before.” With that said he stood up and walked to the fireplace.

Throwing the floo powder in, he yelled in hopefully, “Ginny Grindewald's Room, Harry Grindewald-Le Fay's residence.” He yelped triumphantly when Ginny's head appeared. “Ginny, my mother and I desperately need to get to Harry. Now. Is there any way we can come through, to your room?” he asked quickly.

Narrowing her eyes, she nodded slightly, and stepped back. “Come quickly.”

Draco swiftly went through the floo, knowing his mother would be right after him. Once they were both there, Draco asked Ginny to lead them to Harry's room. Draco glared at the large wooden doors, and set about trying to open them. Growling after minutes of trying to open the door, Draco sat outside of it, and waited. His mother conjured a small sofa, offering Ginny a seat too.

All of them dozed off after a while. Draco was the first to wake, after about two hours of sleeping. He sensed the wards drop off the door, and he stood up, knocking on the door, before walking in. He did not however expect what he found. Draco screamed in anguish, feeling as if he was dying right there, at the thought that Harry may be dead.

Narcissa and Ginny barged in, and gasped at the site they saw. Draco's hair was floating about his head, and he was glowing a bright silver. The most noticeable thing was he had wings, they were about covered in silver and black feathers that glinted in the moonlight from the windows.

Harry however, had silver markings around his eyes, and he was also sporting a pair of wings, they were primarily black with silver and gray feathers making up the edges. His arm was still bleeding though the cuts should have clotted a long time ago. Draco was crawling up the bed, and he cocooned Harry with his wings. Singing something in a language no one seemed to know.

Harry for his part, was waking up, and he first noticed the heavy yet comforting weight on his back. Next he noticed that he was surrounded in warmth. He breathed in the scent of what was holding him, he recognized it. His eyes searched out the ones to the person holding him, and he found anguished silver eyes looking at him.

Draco stared at his Harry for a long time, until he finally let out a sob and pulled him closer. He had no idea why he felt the way he toward his once arch-enemy. He had even less of an idea about why they were both sporting wings. When Draco started singing, he had absolutely no idea what language he was doing it in, just that it was so right.

Narcissa, it seemed couldn't get over the fact that both boys were oozing hurt, and neither could the mother in her. She soon was up on the bed, hugging both boys to her, and cooing. Even though she noticed Harry stiffened slightly at her touch. Ginny joined after a couple moments too, not liking the feeling of being left out.

“Harry, are you alright?” Narcissa asked softly.

Startled at the sudden change to english again, Harry nodded.

A few minutes later, Harry started to squirm uncomfortably. Noticing that he wasn't comfortable with the attention anymore, Narcissa and Ginny backed off some. Draco however, wasn't going to let go it seemed. Harry bit his lip softly, and stared at everyone.

“Hey, how did Draco and Mrs. Malfoy get here?” Harry asked Ginny.

Flushing slightly, she coughed. “Well umm, you see Draco floo called me...and so..I let him through since he had a good excuse.”

Frowning, Harry mulled over this. “They aren't supposed to even be able to floo in though. The wards should have prevented it, since they didn't know the location..” he said aloud.

“Indeed they should have, Mr. Potter. Or should I say, Grindewald-Le Fay?” came a new voice from the doorway.


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A/N: Wohoo! Another chapter finished. Couldn't pass up this cliffie though. I just had to leave some mystery. If someone can guess what mix of creatures Harry and Draco are correctly, I'll give them a cookie! And they'll get a get a chance to ask me one question about the story that is something that may be bugging you, that I have said, I wouldn't say already, or just something normally you'd have to wait a couple chappies to get an answer to. I'll give you a hint though! They're are 5 creatures that go into what Harry and Dray are! Woo!