Wishing For Darkness

A/N: Hi everyone! Everyone I am sure is pondering what the creatures that make up Harry and Draco are, am I right? Right. So just a little thing, I am very very sorry that this chapter wasn't out as quick as I was thinking. I was hoping it would be out waaay before now!! This chapter did not turn out anything like I wanted it to x.x so it's not the best.

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

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Recap:
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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Narrowing her eyes, Ginny spat out, “Who are you?”

“Ginny let me handle this,” Harry said softly, before standing up in front of the bed, his wings blocking the others from view. “I must ask that you answer my sister's question,” he said coldly.

“Why Harry, I'm wounded that you wouldn't remember me. Ginny has a reason, but you do not. Tell me am I really that forgettable?” asked the figure, an undertone of what could only be described as darkness, in his voice.

Stepping a bit closer, and letting down his shields momentarily, Harry gasped. His fangs glinting menacingly. “Voldemort, how pleasant to be seeing you again,” Harry said, sarcasm evident in his voice. “It's just wonderful that you would show up, breaking through my wards.”

“I haven't the faintest clue what you mean. Your wards are faulty, they let me walk right in. Though I am sure you would be happy to know that, technically now, I am blood related, so that could be it too,” Voldemort said.

Growling softly, Draco moved to stand next to Harry. New instincts telling him that protection was needed for his mate.

“Calm down, Ryu...” Harry said while grabbing the creatures hand. “I have already realized that this might be the case. What have you come for?”

“For one, I wanted to see what the heir of legends looked like. Two, I needed to collect Narcissa, apparently your wards don't allow the dark mark to burn,” he said with a glare, his calm facade fading away.

“Mrs. Malfoy, Ginny, Ryu, I'd like a few minutes with Voldie here, if you don't mind. Ginny, I'm sure you could take them to the library,” Harry said lightly.

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Draco angrily went along with Ginny, not at all happy that Harry was alone with Voldemort. Luckily, the library was only a couple doors down. The blond male stood right in the doorway until his mother pulled him into the room, and spelled him into a chair.

Silently they all waited, until a quiet hissing was heard, and Aya came out from by the fireplace. She lifted her head sniffing the air, then quietly made her way to Draco, falling asleep next to him.

Minutes later, Draco heard the sound of glass breaking, and yelling. Draco looked up panicked and tried to get up. Looking at Ginny and his mother, he noticed them both chatting softly, completely unawares to what was happening. He realized he was silenced when he tried to tell them.

After a final shattering sound, and then complete silence, Draco renewed his efforts to get one of the spells off of him. A few minutes later, when he was finally free of the binding spell, he growled silently, and dashed off to Harry's room. He wasn't quite expecting what he saw.

There on the ground was a laughing Harry. He was covered in various cuts and bruises. Voldemort no where to be seen. Draco cautiously walked towards Harry, and sat next to him. Harry looked at him hollowly, and hesitantly curled up next to the blond. “My mother is alive...” was all he said.

Draco stared at Harry for a long time, before picking up the smaller brunette and settling him on the bed. “How?” Draco asked curiously.

Smiling painfully, Harry answered. “She has been living with Voldemort, she was found after my birth, in the streets of Russia. It just happened to be a coincidence that someone loyal to the Dark Lord, brought her to him....”

“And?” Draco pressed, feeling that he wasn't sharing the whole story.

“She knew about where I was living. She watched me in her animagus form, for years. Even when I went to Hogwarts. Ha. She didn't care...,” he said coldly.

Scowling, Draco held Harry to him. Continuing to hold onto him, even when the brunette fell asleep. Ginny and Narcissa came in a little while later, and noticing the protective hold Draco had on Harry, left silently after inquiring about his health.

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Harry walked to Ginny's room and knocked three times. When he heard the muffled “Come in,” he opened the door, stepping in. “Are you ready to go, Gin?” he asked.

Ginny came out of her closet and smiled brightly. “You look wonderful brother,” Ginny said in response. Harry was dressed in a pair of black leather pants, a silver button up top, and was wearing the black dragonhide boots that she picked out for him. With a black cloak over top of it, lined in silver silk. His hair was tied back, and he was wearing an earring his his left cartilage.

Smirking slightly, he looked her over. She was wearing a sea foam green dress, that had a v cut neckline, with black accents. She had a simple set of opal jewelry on. Along with an iridescent white cloak. “I suppose you don't look too bad yourself, sister,” he said teasingly.

Smacking his arm lightly, she put her cloak on, and took his outstretched hand. “Let us go then. We have a ball to crash.”

With that Harry apparated them through his wards, and to their destination. Once they were both steadied, they walked silently through the doors of the large house. When the doorman asked for their names, Harry answered for them. “Harry, and Ginny. Nothing else.”

The doorman was hesitant, as he opened the double doors, and stood to the side. “Mister Harry, and Miss Ginny.” As they walked through, the entire room went silent. All eyes were on their persons, and their completely aristocratic appearances, and expressions.

Walking down the few steps, Harry led Ginny to a table, that was mostly empty. After making sure he was seated, he took a seat himself, and watched the people around him surreptitiously. Most were back to what they were doing before their grand entrance.

“Mr. Potter, I demand come with me now,” came a stern wizards voice, from behind Harry. He didn't even turn around before he answered.

“I must inform you that, you have no right to demand anything of me, let alone demand I go anywhere with you, Dumbles.”

Ginny smiled secretively at the fuming headmaster. “Do not speak to me in such a tone, you have no choice in this matter. Now, if you'll please come with me now, we can avoid a public spectacle,” Dumbledore replied, his voice hiding any of the anger he was radiating.


“Make a spectacle all you like, I am my own person. You cannot force me,” Harry replied chillingly, finally turning around.

Dumbledore almost gasped at the look of pure hatred, that was on the teens face. Regaining control of himself quickly, he smiled that fake, grandfatherly, smile. “Harry, please, let's just go have a chat. Miss Weasley should come too.”

Standing up, Harry proclaimed loudly, “I have no reason to go anywhere with you, sir. You can not force me anywhere either, so if you'd kindly leave my friend and I alone.” The room once again, had gone unearthly silent.

Dumbledore was not a patient man, and oblivious to the stares of other people, grabbed the boy's shoulder and started pulling him forcibly from the ballroom. When he turned completely around, he saw a witch, her wand pointed between his eyes. He smiled slightly when he realized who it was. “Come now Emily, I just need to have a chat with Harry here,” he said hoping she'd buy it.

“Albus Dumbledore, you will unhand Mr. Harry right this instant. You can not, and will not, take him anywhere he does not wish to go. That, is called kidnapping. I'm sure you know that though,” the woman said, eyes narrowing.

A smooth drawl interrupted them, and they turned towards the voice. “I do believe, that you should leave now, Dumbledore. This is my house, and you have interrupted this celebration,” Lucius said.

Anger flashed over Dumbledore's eyes, and he let go of Harry. Suddenly, he was pinned against the wall by an invisible force. A feminine voice ghosted over his ear, whispering softly, “I'm haunting you Albus, if you lay another slimy, manipulative finger on my son again, you will die. It cannot hide, cannot be felt. Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind the stars and under hills. And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, ends life, kills laughter. Where am I Albus?” With that he was let go.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself. That woman, is not back, it was simply someone playing a trick on you. Another part of him argued that no one knew what he had done. Smiling, and nodding towards everyone, his eyes once again twinkling like they were known to do. “Well then, I bid you all goodnight. Enjoy your celebration, Minister.” With that he walked out of the ballroom. Excited gossipers cluttered back together, and were whispering to each other frantically.

Harry turned to Lucius, and nodded his head, before continuing back to his table. As he stood by Ginny's chair, he listened as the chatter got louder, before he held out his hand to his sister. She smiled and took his hand. “This is going to be rather interesting isn't it my dear?” he said softly.

“Very, brother,” she responded in a whisper. As they moved onto the floor, and Harry took the lead, they moved fluidly around the room. After some time had passed, couples moved off of the floor to the sides. Everyone watched as the couple did twirls, and dips, effortlessly.

Eventually, Lucius, not one to be outdone, took Narcissa onto the floor. Where everyone seemed completely entranced as the two males, led the slightly smaller females around the floor, completely in sync.

Smiling ruefully, Harry cut in between Lucius and Narcissa. Lucius looked slightly nauseous in the beginning, since he had to touch the 'muggle lover'. “Mrs. Malfoy, I trust my sister and I did not offend you, with our presence here tonight,” he said in an almost whisper.

Nodding her head, she responded, “No, you are alright. How are you doing, young man?”

“I am doing fine, mam. I do believe that it is time, for my sister and I, to...show how much we care,” Harry said, his tone indicating his reluctance to add anything else.

After one more round about the floor, Lucius and Harry bowed their ways off of the floor amidst applause. Once everyone had returned to their seat, the newly appointed minister, Mr. Weasley, appeared in the front of the room. Using a quick Sonorus he began speaking.

“Ladies, and gentleman, I would like to announce my thanks to all of you. Especially, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, for holding this celebration in my honor. Seeing as our recently dearly departed minister, skipped over some of the things, that should have been said, I will say them now. We now hold several alliances with other countries. We have made a new department within the ministry, to specifically help protect the public. Head of Ministry Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, will now explain that to you.”

As Amelia stood, from her seat in the front of the room, a backdrop of almost a plasma looking material shimmered into place behind her. “Hello everyone, I am sure most of you recognize me, for the ones who don't. I am Amelia Bones, Head of the MLE. To be simple and blunt, the new division of the Ministry, has been specially trained just for dealing with the public, and anything that may go wrong. Unlike the aurors, they will only be there to protect you. They will not arrest anyone unless there is a specific warrant to arrest the individual. That does not mean they will not go through proper channels to tell the aurors about a situation.”

“To show you exactly how the people for this group are selected and initiated, I have prepared a memory for you to review. If you would all turn your attention to the plasma pensieve behind me,” as she sat back down, the lights dimmed so everyone could see the memory.

Ginny watched the screen as Harry watched the people around them. As soon as the memory started playing, a myriad of reactions went throughout the room. Many if not all, were horrified. Even Amelia, seemed disgusted.

On the plasma shield, was a planted memory, of a death eater initiation. The recruits were picked easily enough. Then they were taken to a special room, that would identify a person's worst fear, and not let them out until they dispelled the illusion, or died of fear. The illusions came alive, and usually killed the recruits. After that they were taken on an unimportant raid, to test their skills. If they passed that, then they were marked, during the initiation ceremony, many of the initiates were raped, and tortured, before having the dark mark etched into their skin, forever.

The best thing about this entire memory, was the fact that it was played from Voldemort's eyes. Thus meaning, that whoever put the memory in place of Amelia's, had one of the Dark Lord's memories, or it was the dark lord himself, in many of their minds.

Amelia, thinking quickly, before any more could be shown, spelled the plasma away. “That's quite enough. I demand, for the person who did this to come forward.”

When no one came forward, she directed the aurors, who were in various spots around the room, to begin using the truth spells and asking everyone if they had seen anyone tamper with the pensieve that was in the front of the room.

Smirking slightly, Harry leaned over to the completely shocked Ginny. “What do you think of that, dear?” he asked her.

Gasping, she covered her mouth and stared at Harry. “You?” she accused. At his nod, she frowned, but her eyes showed amusement.

“Since this has proved that we aren't safe anywhere but our home, I believe we should take our leave,” the brunette said, already standing and offering his arm to his sister.

Ginny quickly took Harry's arm, as they began walking towards the doors, several aurors, and guests stood in front of them. All members of the Order of the Phoenix. “You will be coming with us,” the one easily recognizable as Kingsley Shacklebolt said.

“I don't think you have the right to tell us where we will be going,” Harry replied. Pulling Ginny closer subtly.

Growling, Molly Weasley reached for him. The action seemed to trigger a response for the rest of the group, and the made a circle around Harry and Ginny. Advancing on them all at once. None of them, including the two siblings, expected the two to just disappear.

“Where did they go?!” Molly shrieked.

In one of the corners, Narcissa and Lucius smirked to each other.

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When Harry and Ginny reappeared, and steadied themselves. They heard an amused chuckle, or rather two of them. When they turned around to see who it was, they both stared in horror.