The Dark Castle

THE DARK CASTLE
-CHAPTER NINE-


AUTHOR NOTE: I’m going to call Harry for Blaze all the time now, so don’t you forget that Harry is Blaze.


Harry discovered that he was the prince (now lord) over the Dark Castle, a castle of the darkness. Not evil, nor light or good. Just plain dark. He met the elf Damien over the summer in Knockturn alley. Damien told him about the things he needed to know. They had lessons’ everyday in the summer without any order members or Dursley’s noticing. Their lessons’ continues over at Hogwarts in the Forbidden forest. When Blaze knows all the necessary information they’ll visit the castle. Blaze does also want to kill Voldemort, but the story isn’t focused on that yet. Damien is Blaze’s ‘trainer and adviser’; I guess you can call it that.

Damien is the elf; in case anyone of you have forgotten. He’s 240 years old but looks young.

Harry is the Lord of the Dark Castle.

No one in school knows who Blaze really is.

Blaze is having training lessons with Damien before he can go to the Dark Castle.

Blaze is a pure blood with black (quite long) hair, green eyes (darker than he had before), well-trained body, quite tall, 16 years old.

This was just a little reminder for you...

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”So you did the mirror move in illusion form?” Damien asked him astonished.

“Yeah. Something like that,” said Harry later that night when he had told Damien all about the duel between him and Malfoy.

“How could you trust him?” Damien cried out and waved his arms around in the air.

“The necklace didn’t burn,” he said simply and watched Damien from underneath his stray hair that lay over his eyes.

Damien laid his face in his hands and groaned.

“What’s the matter?” he asked Damien curiously.

“You can’t depend on your neclance! It’s not all that trustworthy! It’s not safe. You need to relay on your senses, no stupid neclance, or anything or anyone for that mater!” said Damien frustrated.

“What about you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Damien glared at him with passion. Today he was wearing a midnight black loose cloak with black pants and a black shirt. He also wore a silver bracelet. He was looking very handsome and dressed up, very fashion right.

“You know what I mean!” Damien snarled to him.

Harry chuckled.

“I love it when you’re irritated.”

Damien turned his back on him. It seemed to Harry like he was counting slowly to ten. He decided to skip the teasing and act more mature.

“Tell me Damien, how come that you don’t get bitten by the vampires in the Dark Castle?” he asked genially curious. There was so much he had to learn.

“The vampires keep some of their mental state as they have during the day. I mean, during the night all their senses set in for the kill. Ours however is pretty much the same as always. The reason why they won’t bite Elf’s in particular is because they don’t like our blood.”

“Why on earth not?” said Harry disbelieving.

“It freezes them temporarily,” said Damien but not without glee.

“Because you’re dark elf’s, of course! Let me guess, light elf’s blood burns, right?” he asked when he thought of the logic.

“That’s right. Anyway, our vampires can restrain their blood lust in a unique way. Unless they get tempted on purpose.”

Damien seemed to have overcome his earlier irritation. Blaze thought that was a good thing. It wasn’t always that funny to be near Damien when he was feeling cranky. He had a thing for wanting to battle you then.

“How about their lust for sex? I’ve heard quite a lot about that.”

Damien gave him a wry smile.

“Prepare yourself to see them fuck everywhere, even in places you didn’t think were possible. I’m quite sure they’ll tush you, maybe a playful bite or kiss... But they won’t go anywhere further. They don’t dare because they have respect for you as their leader. They’ll expect a lot from you, when you goes there you need to show them that you’re a good leader and hold them into place. They’ll never right out refuse you something because you’re their born king but they might cross you if you don’t show them your power.”

“Do you think I’ll be able to hold them?”

“No question about it. You’re a true leader and dark lord.”

“Good to hear it... Back to the sex. Let’s say that I allow them to touch me, what will they do?”

“You’ll have a long night,” he said just as dry as the Sahara desert.

“And your kind?”

“The elf’s you mean?”

Blaze nodded. He had sat down on the ground and Damien sat down opposite of him. Blaze had charmed the cold ground to be perfectly warm.

“My kind is far more discrete comparing with the vampires.”

“Werewolf’s?”

“Not at all bad. Quite civilised around the others, but they’re still hot as hell in bed.”

Damien had a dreamy look on his face, which made Blaze believe that Damien had indeed experienced quite some werewolf lately.

Blaze stared out in the darkness. He could see quite a lot because he had darker sight.

“What if I get bitten by either a vampire or a werewolf?” he asked after a while of silence.

Damien looked up at him. He had been writing symbols in the snow.

“Nothings gonna happen. Your magic will surround the intruder in your body and kill it in the matter of seconds. Infact, you’ve already been bitten.”

Harry turned his head to Damien and looked at him as if he were crazy.

“Remus Lupin. He doesn’t know it but during your third year his teeth touched you briefly, allowing your skin to bleed a little. Almost not enough to leave a mark.”

“Er... I don’t remember that, I had other things on my mind like saving Sirius. But that surely couldn’t have been enough to turn somebody into a werewolf.”

“No, you’re right.”

“What’s the point in telling me this?” Blaze asked and prepared himself for a lecture of werewolf or something.

“Non in particular.”

“What? That’s gotta be a first!” he said relieved. He didn’t feel like studying or something right now. He was quite satisfied with just gazing out in the darkness.

Blaze hung around for another half an hour before he left. Damien gave him a book on wandless magic. They’d have a session in the art tomorrow at midnight.

“Where have you been?”

He looked up when he entered the tower.

“Mione?” he asked.

“Answer!” she said and crossed her arms over her chest. He was dressed in a nightgown and held a book in her hand.

“I took a night scroll so I can sleep,” he answered her question.

Hermione didn’t look convinced but she had no other argument.

“What are you doing up?” he asked quickly before she could think anymore about it.

“I forgot a book down here. I woke up and remembered I left it here so I thought I’d go and search for it,” she said and waved the book in her hand.

She was being honest, Blaze could tell.

“Alright then. Good night Hermione.”

“Good night. Sweet dreams.”

Blaze waved and went to his dorm and lay down. He was soon fast asleep and didn’t notice Ron watching him.

During breakfast the next morning he didn’t get any letter from Diver but he did get one from Headwig. He spat out all of his juice when he read it.

“What the fuck?” He cried out.

Hermione and Ron leaned over his shoulder to see what caused him to cry out.

“What’s that?” Ron asked him.

Blaze frowned and looked down at the paper again, effectively hiding the content from view.

“Apparently... so it seems...”

“What?” said Hermione to his babbling.

“Huh? Oh right. It’s from the Minestry. Dunno why it came with Headwig but... they’ll reward me one million galleons for killing the basilisk back in our first year.”

Hermione’s and Ron’s mouths fell open.

Blaze had already made up his mind. He didn’t want the money, not when it came from the Ministry.

He already had a couple of millions, if not more, in the Dark Castle. Billions perhaps?

Damien had told him that. He also had a feeling that Ron and Hermione wouldn’t get anything at all for their efforts, even if Ron didn’t actually do all that much, only taking care of Lockheart. He didn’t care all that much what Ron and Hermione got and what not but this could be a good thing for him to do something with... so he wouldn’t raise any suspicion about his darker mood.

“Do you have a piece of parchment?” he asked Hermione.

She gave it to him without a question.

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Hi Fudge,

Look. I’m very grateful for your generous decision to give me the money but I already have enough.

Therefore my wish is to split the million between my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and their families.

They helped back in second year and I wouldn’t be here without them.

I’ll know when you’ve given it to them.

Appreciate it,

Harry J Potter

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“What did you write?” Hermione asked him when he sent away Headwig with the letter tied around her leg.

“I thanked Fudge,” he said without lying, only withholding some fact.

“Man! I can’t believe your luck mate! Bloody hell! One million!” Ron said awed, but with a bit of jealousy in his voice. But who could blame him?

“What are you going to do with the money?” Hermione asked him, with a little bit cooler than the over exited Ron had.

“You’ll see,” he smiled.

He may not be friends with them anymore and he might stand for stuff that they were against but as the dark lord he rewards his people that has helped him in a generous way.

At midnight time he was trying to curse Damien without a wand. He would have succeeded if Damien would be human but the elf was to damn fast!

The next morning it was time for havoc during breakfast again. He saw mail come but nothing to him. Then it happened. Almost everyone gasped at the same time and looked up at him with shocked faces.

He was a bit pussled.

Had Rita Skeeter written now again? Was he a mass murderer now? Or was it Voldemort?

All kinds of thoughts were going thrue his head until Neville passed hi the paper.

HARRY POTTER: THE LIGHT IN MANY HEARTS read the head line.

The article was about how caring he was. Everything he had done for others was written down. It made him sick to read. He was illusioned as a mother’s goody boy in two shoes.

It made him want to heave.

In the bottom he saw what exactly it was that had caused this article.

His letter to Fudge.

It was copied down so every single witch and wizard could read it.

Ooops! He thought.

He glanced at Ron.

He knew that Ron though that it was embarrassing to get things, especially money.

But Ron looked happy once he had recovered.

“Really? Is it true?” He asked.

Blaze smiled and nodded.

Hermione squeezed him when he flung upon him.

During lunch the whole Weasley family attacked him.

“You’re amazing mate! You gave us 1000 galleons that you won and now even more! Why don’t you keep anything?” George laughed.

“Blimley mate!” said Fred.

Mrs Weasley gave him a bone-crushing hug that was almost as bad as Hagrid’s.

“Oii!” said Bill.

“Hi, you ya doin?” Blaze asked him.

“You’ve mad my day! Year, years!”

“Life,” said Charlie and Bill nodded in agreement.

“Guys, it’s only money and you can’t live on it forever, it’s not enough to your whole family. And it’s not like I’ve saved your lives or something!” he said in a try to keep their cheerfulness down a bit.

Molly sobbed.

“You’re too good to be true Harry! There is no one purer or lighter than you!”

Mrs Weasley hugged him again. Mr Weasley hugged him too.

Oh you have no idea how wrong you are Molly, Blaze thought when he managed to excape her hug without it being too obvious.

“Arggg! I hate it. HATE IT! It was only money for god’s sake and they act like I’m a bloody hero!” he shouted.

He was walking back and forth infront of Damien that sat on a fallen tree and tried to keep his laugher from erupting.

“It’s disgusting! It’s strangling me! All this.. Pure love THANKFULNESS!!” he exploded.

He breathed hard.

Damien managed to stay calm.

“It’s because you’re darkening every day. You find this more and more hard to bear to be near. You find a great distance between them and yourself. But it will get better, During those few weeks when you go dark you’ll have terrible moodswings because you don’t know where you belong. You’ll be good, you’ll be evil, you’ll be dark...........

..........Once you settle in-between they won’t notice that you’ve changed.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are the chosen one for the light. But your destiny said Dark first. You see, there is two options.

One: You’ll be dark but more near the light line.

Two: You’ll be dark but near the evil line. “

“There is no in-between?” Blaze asked solemnly.

“Now, of course this isn’t pure lines. No human can only be good or only evil. But this means the majority of behaviour and choices.”

“And I’m Dark but near the light line?” Blaze asked, catching up.

“”Exactly. So were your grandfather and so on.”

“Dad?”

“He never got to rule, you know. Your father didn’t even know about the dark castle, but my guess is that he would be near the light.”

“Oh...”

“Harry!”

“Yes sir?”

“Sit down.”

Snape-Potion.Silence.

Basically.

“There is something you’ve been hiding from us!”

“Really? Enlighten me Professor.”

Snape kept eyes contact with him.

“Something we would never have guessed. Something big, frightening, powerful.”

He knows, he thought when he looked into Snapes black eyes.

Never the less he said:

“What’s that Professor?”

“You... can make a potion!” said Snape dramatically.

The class laughed, they had thought it was something serious.

But Snape keep on looking into his eyes and Blaze didn’t look away.

“I’ve noticed that sir. How did you?” he asked with a double meaning that the rest of the class didn’t catch on.

“I sort of fell upon it so to say,” said Snape meaningfully.

“Ah...” he said. He had quite a good idea what Snape meant.

“Professor. What do you know?” he said after class.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Tell what?”

“You’re a vampire slayer!” said Snape upset.

It was times like this when he was grateful that Damien had taught him how to hide his emotions and expressions.

“How did you find out?” he asked just to make sure.

Snape looked around to see that no one was near to hear.

“You dropped your... stake, last night near the Hogwarts gates. I saw you.”

“Oh...” he said. He knew that he had dropped it but he didn’t know where. He thought he lost it in the forest.

“You can’t carry on with it. It’s dangerous!”

“I well... why not?” he asked challenging.

“I just said why!” Snape snapped.

Harry nodded in pretended defeat.

“Are you going to tell the headmaster?” he asked.

He watched Snape carefully. He didn’t want the man to explode on him. He was nasty enough without being overloaded with anger. And small things could set Snape of. Probably because he was spying. His nerves weren’t in their usual shape.

“No”

“Why not?”

It took some time for Snape to answer that.

“Let’s just say that’s a detail about you he doesn’t need to know,” he finally said.

Blaze very much thought it was indeed something Dumbledore –would- like to know but the less that Albus knew, the better. So he played daft and didn’t question Snape any further.

“Do you have anything to say?” Snape asked him.

“Yes. May I go now?”

Snape took a long look at him before he looked away.

“Of course. Feel free.”

“Thank you!” he said with false politeness and headed out from the classroom.