Wishing For Darkness

A/N: I was very happy to see all of the reviews I got, though I must say there is going to be a twist and I'm not sure how you will all like this..but I can't ignore my plot! This chapter is all about revealing Harry's creatures, and meeting the council, along with being accepted, also! This chappy will be split into two parts x.x sorry!! Please R&R!

WARNING! This chapter of Wishing For Darkness will have rape, chan, etc. in it. Once Harry enters the Trial Chamber, it will be said, if you do not wish to read this, skip over it. Thanks!

“Mental thoughts”
“Speech”
“Parseltongue”
Thoughts
“Flashbacks”

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After eating a quick breakfast, Ginny, Harry, Lilith, and Nastusia were ready to leave for the Council meeting. Harry mentally sighed, he wasn't particularly looking forward to this meeting, since he had a very bad feeling about it.

“We have a portkey, it will be leaving in exactly one minute. When we arrive do not speak until spoken to. Understood?” the princess asked, as she held out a large amber amulet.

“We know,” Ginny said in exasperation, Nastusia had said this multiple times, along with Lily.

“10 seconds,” Nastusia said.

Everyone reached out and touched the amulet, and were soon whisked away. When everyone was settled and reoriented, Harry and Ginny looked around.

They were inside a large room, many people and creatures were sitting around a huge round table. Harry recognized a few of the ones sitting around it, and there were some he felt as if he should go and command them to kneel. Which he resisted stubbornly. Something noticeably different was that in front of each member was an amulet, all of them looked like diamond and onyx blended together. He stared hard at the one in front of what looked like a vampire lord. The same one he felt an urge to kneel to.

“Council members, these are the children of Lilith,” Nastusia said, with a soft yet hard voice. Almost daring anyone to speak out against her for bringing them.

The council member, that was sitting at the top center, stood. He glanced briefly at the princess, and Lilith, before training his eyes on the siblings. “What are your names, Children of Lilith?” he asked, his voice a chilling whisper that seemed to literally freeze the air around him, if he wanted. His eyes though told that he was interested, but thought they were unwelcome, the crimson coloring turning to a swirling frozen red.

Ginny looked at the man curiously, before speaking, “My name is Ginny Weasley at the moment, by the end of the week it shall be Ginny Freya Grindewald, sir.” Her eyes sparkled with anger when she said Weasley before dying down, into a soft simmer.

Harry looked at the man, after a moment of continued staring at the amulet, he clenched his robes tightly when he looked into the man's eyes. He felt like he was choking, the urge was so strong, to kneel before this man. “My name is...Harrison Ewain Grindewald Le Fay...sir,” he looked down, and harshly pushed down the need to rub his neck.

Narrowing his eyes, the man looked at Lilith. “These are your children?” he asked, his voice unreadable.

Nodding her head slightly, she replied, “Yes, Lord Aden. They are mine.” Her eyes flicked over to her son, worriedly. She told him that they couldn't take him, but that was only if the majority of the Council voted no. “Is there something wrong, mi' lord?” she asked quietly.

“Who was the boy's father?” one of the other council member's asked, it was a female veela.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before answering, “Sir Ewain, Morgana Le Fay's son.”

Numerous gasps were heard around the room, along with small twitters from some of the faeries. Moments later Lord Aden, tapped his hand twice on the table, silencing the room. “You realize Lilith, that he will have to be put through the chosen tests?” he asked solemnly.

“I do, mi' lord,” she replied, her voice quivering slightly.

Harry looked up, as a hand was placed on his arm. He flinched and snarled at the offender, “Keep your hands off of me!”

The person smirked, asking, “You dare speak to your superior that way, mortal?” He replaced his hand, only to pull it back in shock. The teen's entire body was emitting a thin silver mist, that was searing hot.

“You are not my superior, thus I shall speak to you however I wish,” Harry snarled, his mind already in overdrive. To him, he was seeing this as an attack. He did not want to be touched, nor needed to be touched.

The vampire, that had the amulet Harry was staring at, walked over to him. “Son of Lilith, I apologize for Axel's behavior. He is still a childe himself. Let me escort you to the trial room,” he said. He noticed his words did not weaken the brunette's guard. He turned, and walked swiftly through the people, towards a room off to the side.

“Inside this room, you will go through the chosen trials. It's different for each person, some have it easy, some have it hard. Some people never come out of the room,” he said as his fangs glinted in the light. He opened the door to the room, it was pitch black, and was simple with stone walls and flooring.

Turning slightly, Harry locked eyes briefly with his mother and sister, he let a small smile slip, before he stepped inside the chamber.

*Trial Chamber*

Harry sighed, the door closed automatically once he stepped fully inside. He looked around curiously, his vision adjusting quickly to the darkness. After about ten minutes of waiting, he sat down on the floor. I wish I could just get this over with, I don't understand why I seem to have to prove myself to these people, he thought viciously. Suddenly Harry felt like he was tilting onto his head, and bright lights flared into the room, making Harry shut his eyes. His head felt like it was on fire.

After waiting a while Harry opened his eyes, only to see his former aunt, standing over a five year old version of himself. Next to her, was a man who came to see Harry regularly. His name was Eric, he was average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. He smirked at the child-Harry.

“Look Harry, Uncle Eric is here to see you. He's been waiting quite a few days, to see you again,” Petunia said, with a sickeningly sweet tone to her voice.

Wide green eyes, shadowed with sadness, looked up at her. “Please...no,” he whispered to her, tears welling up in his eyes. Her sneer of disgust was all he needed to understand, he wasn't going to be granted his plea.

Eric sat his bag down next to Harry, and smiled. “Come now Harry, you enjoy our little visits, don't you?” he asked, making a shooing motion to Petunia. After she left, he opened up his backpack, and took out a knife and gag. “Let's play our game, okay?” he said, as he put the gag into the crying boy's mouth.

Harry watched as he was raped, with the handle of the knife, and by the man himself, over and over. Before the man finally was tired out and he carved his initials again over the scarred ones. He watched as he was left to lie there in his own blood, and the man's cum. He watched as he cried out for his mother, and his only friend, which was a bat.

Harry rolled over away from the scene, and wished there was no more light, there needed to be darkness. He was the darkness. He stared as many other of these same flashbacks were replayed in front of his eyes, only more lifelike.

He watched hollowly for what seemed like hours, until he finally couldn't handle it anymore and he cried out. It was no normal cry though, it sounded like death. There was no other word for it, death, pure painful death. His wings burst forth, his hair grew longer, as did his teeth. His fingers turned to talons, and something else happened. Around his wings, several necromantic runes and symbols appeared, etched into his skin in black.

“What is it you want from me?” he screamed, tears running down his face. As he watched the last time before he went to Hogwarts.

A man, probably around his mid twenties came in, and swiftly made him kneel down in front of him. With simple words he told him, be quiet, and to stay completely still. He whipped him several times, with a leather whip, then he licked up some of the blood, before finally thrusting his penis into the small boy. Relishing in the tightening of the body around him. When he was finished, he pulled out a set of glass anal beads, and stuck them one by one into the small brunette, then he ripped them out quickly. Laughing when the boy, almost bit through his lip trying not to make a sound.

“So much fun, oh I will miss you while you are gone, my sweet sweet cherub,” he said, as he hugged the boy to him.
*End Trial Chamber..sorta*

That was what finally did it, Harry snapped. Flames of black and silver, were shooting out of him, leaking into the air, creating shadows, which he commanded to eat the light. He growled, and went over to the now visible door and yanked it open.

Harry snarled as people stared at him, and stalked over to a person in the corner. He was almost identical save for a few wrinkles to the man, who raped him before Hogwarts. Grabbing him by his robe, he pulled him to his feet.

With a guttural and chilling voice Harry began speaking, “I wonder, do you miss your cherub now? I wonder what the people of this so called Council will think of you doing those deeds to a child. Shall we see? Or are you going to command me to obey you, like you used to?” When the man didn't answer, Harry snarled, his fangs glinting ominously in the candlelight. Turning towards Aden, he tossed the man at his feet. “Tell me oh great Lord Aden, did you know that he raped a child? For many, many years in fact?”

Scowling at the accusation towards one of his Council members, the aforementioned Lord, responded, “Korim would never do such a thing, especially to a childe,” he said angrily.

Laughing chillingly, Harry stared at the man, the flames lashing about him. “You sir, apparently do not know your bloody men. Would you like to take a look at my memories? If you would I will gladly give them away. I do not want them,” Harry said, with no small amount of venom in his voice.

Harry startled and howled in rage, when he felt arms wrap around him. He struggled in them, before they squeezed him too tightly. “Silver, you do not remember me?” an amused voice came from behind him.

Harry's eyes widened, and he stopped struggling all together. “Eiri...” was all he said.