Wishing For Darkness

A/N: Okay, so...I must apologize to everyone who thought I had Harry forgive Lilith too easily. There was a reason for this, which is why this chapter is so important, and the last one was too. I do hope this chapter will make you realize that I know how ridiculous it would be for Harry to forgive someone THAT easily. Especially his mother. Also, please try to remember that this is my first fic. x.x Thanks.

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

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Recap:

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.

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“One can't leave until one shall be forgotten, isn't that correct?” the man said, tightening his hold around the brunette.

The flames around Harry flared slightly, and he turned in the man's arms. “Where the bloody hell have you been?!” he screamed, pushing away from him as much as he could. His eyes taking in the man's silver and blue hair; cold, amused iridescent opal colored eyes; his lithe and muscled build.

Letting go of him with a smirk, Eiri's eyes flicked briefly over to where Lilith was staring at them in horror. “I was made so I would no longer be available to you. Certain people did not approve of my influence on you,” he said in a mock whisper.

Scowling, Harry looked around the room Lord Aden was glaring at Eiri, as were most of the other Council members. Ginny was angry, and Nastusia was staring at Lily in concern, which made Harry really look at her. She was looking back and forth between himself and Eiri, her face that of horror, and pain. She had drying tears covering her cheeks.

Harry looked toward Eiri, his expression closed off and unreadable. “Her?” he said, waiting for confirmation. When it was received affirmatively, the flames spread across the floor of the room. “Why would you take my only friend away?” he questioned her, his voice almost unheard.

New tears flowed down her cheeks, and she walked closer to the brunette, until the flames on the floor made a wall. “He couldn't be around you! Do you know what he does? He plays games with his victims, before torturing them to death, sometimes condemning them to a life of loneliness. I couldn't let that monster be around my baby, please understand Harry,” she pleaded.

Harry's eyes were a mix of pain, and despair. “You took my only friend away, because you didn't like him...” he stated. Stepping backwards he looked at his mother in astonishment. “You knew he was my only friend, and because of you, I thought he was dead. You took away my hope, mother...how do you expect me to understand that?”

Wrapping up the brunette in his arms, Eiri glared at the red haired woman. “I have to agree with him you know, it is not easily forgivable. That was a sin, not even I would commit. Taking away someone's complete hope, damning them to desolation forever,” he said truthfully. Shocking several people in the room.

Lilith growled and spat out her next words, “You know nothing, and have no right to even speak of such things. You condemn children to lives of hate and solitude. You know that as well as the rest of us. It just proves that you had no right to be around my son!” She was practically screaming by the end, her hair blowing in an invisible wind.

Harry stared at her, a memory flooding back to him.

*Flashback*

A young Harry was sitting with a smaller, more childlike version of Eiri, in the woods behind the Dursley's house. They were back to back against a large, weeping willow, tree together. The tree was very uncommon for the area, but beautiful all the same.

“Eiri, tell me a story...” Harry said quietly, while plucking at the grass.

“What do you want to hear about?” he asked.

“Tell me about your children.”

Turning abruptly, Eiri stared at the solemn expression on the pale boy's bruised face. “Why do you want to know about my children? You know I do not speak of them,” he replied coldly.

Looking down, Harry twisted his shirt in his hands. “I just would like to know...since you're with me so much..and you're a good person. I feel bad for taking their father away...,” he said, a light quiver to his voice.

“Do not feel bad, they are happier with me gone, Silver.”

Harry looked at him curiously, “Why would they be happier?”

“They do not love me, nor I them. Choose a different story topic,” Eiri's eyes shone like ice, the opalescent coloring turning stormy.

The boy cocked his head to the side, and stared at Eiri curiously. “I love you though, how could they not love you?”

“Because I am not kind to them. I thought you understood, that you are different.” he explained, sitting back against the tree with a sigh.

“How am I different?” the smaller boy asked. Eiri hadn't ever said exactly why he was different, just that he was.

Eiri looked up through the drooping branches of the tree, and stared into the early morning light. “Harry, you are my child. You are alive, yet not. You have seen far too much, for me to be able to force the darkness of the world on you,” his voice got tighter and tighter as he spoke.

Harry was silent after that. After a while, he got up and curled into Eiri's side, knowing that he would take him home.

*End Flashback*

Harry's expression turned icy, from its previous blankness. “Tell me something, how many of you in this room know exactly what Eiri does?” he asked viciously. The flames began to burn hotter, not yet burning, but still hot.

Many of the people looked thoughtful before either shaking their heads or voicing their negative response. The only one who nodded was the vampire, who escorted him. Which did not help Harry's ire.

“If none of you know what he does, how can you judge him for his actions. For all you know he could be so kind to his children, that they simply choose solitude once realizing that no one is really like that! They hate those around them, condemn themselves to solitude, that is their choice. So do not speak as if you know what he does for his children, all you know are rumors,” Harry said, the air around him turning icy, and the flames dying out.

“I happen to agree with the Child of Lilith. Everyone has judged Lord Eiri for a long time, when it was undeserved,” the mysterious vampire said.

Ginny was finally tired of all of this and walked over to Harry, hugging him around Eiri's embrace. “Harry, let's go home...I'm sure Eiri will help us find a floo,” she said gently.

Harry nodded, but looked towards the vampire. “A name, sir?” he asked blandly. He was feeling the weight of too many emotional shocks, and just wanted to fall asleep.

Smirking, the vampire bowed slightly, “You can call me Vlad, I shall tell you my real name at a later date. If you wish to contact me, just send a message through Eiri.”

Harry searched the man's face. His long black hair was tied back, and his gray-blue eyes were piercing. Harry supposed if his face shape was a bit different, he would remind him much of his godfather Sirius.

“Thank you.” Turning to Aden, he spoke, “Do you have a pensieve? I was not lying before.”

Scowling, Aden replied shortly, “It will not be needed, I can review the memories that the chamber has, if you are in fact telling the truth, we shall know soon.”

Harry glanced at his mother, who was sobbing into Nastusia's arms. “Eiri, is there a floo, or something we can use? I can apparate if needed...,” the exhausted teen said.

The blue haired man picked him up like a child, and carried him out of the room, Ginny following close behind. They walked out into a long hall, which they continued down, until they were in front of a set of double doors. Eiri didn't even open the doors, simply walked through them. “You are tired,” he stated.

When Harry opened his mouth to protest, opal eyes silenced him. “I just need to be home,” he said instead.

Ginny looked on silently, watching the interaction, which was much like a father and son, making her smile.

Setting Harry down, Eiri looked around the dark green room, spotting a hook eventually. Walking up, he pulled on it, and a fireplace appeared. Started a fire with the wave of a hand, he handed some floo powder to each of the teens. “Rest tonight, I will visit tomorrow, Silver. Ginny, I trust you will make sure he eats,”

“Yes, sir,” the girl said happily, before flooing home.

Harry stared at Eiri, and shifted slightly before launching himself at the man. “I missed you Eiri...” was all he said.

Hugging the smaller man to him, Eiri smiled a bit. “Be careful with your new powers, Silver, and those new wings. I'm surprised you haven't fallen over already,” he said with a smirk. “Now go home and rest, I will see you tomorrow.”

Harry nodded, and took one last look at his long thought dead friend. He sighed and flooed into his rooms, taking care to not fall over, with the unexpected shout in his head.

“Harry! Merlin, where have you been? I have been trying to talk to you for hours! I could sense your distress, and saw bits and pieces of things happening, but you weren't replying to me,” Draco's voice came through, loud and clear.

Harry winced a little, and sat down in the window. “Sorry, Ryu. I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to hear you where I was. Probably had some wards against this sort of thing,” Harry responded tiredly. He wasn't really awake enough to talk like this, it was taking a lot of energy.

After a few moments of silence, in which Harry almost fell asleep, Draco began talking again, “Are you okay? You sound exhausted...”

Harry sighed, “'M fine, Draco. Don't worry. Just need to go lay down for a while, so I will talk to you soon.” With that last comment, Harry drifted off to sleep. Not even caring that he was leaning against the window.

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Ginny walked into her brother's room, and had to stifle her laughter. Harry was sleeping in the window seat, with Aisling in his lap and raised up flicking her tongue at his face constantly. Finally she couldn't hold it in any longer, and burst out laughing. Startling Harry to wakefulness.

Harry opened his eyes, only to come face to face with Aya. “Aya!” he hissed, trying not to fall off the edge in surprise.

“Master, I must speak with you, it is urgent,” the snake hissed excitedly.

Glancing at Ginny who was still laughing hysterically, he looked back to Aisling curiously. “What is wrong?” he asked.

“Oh nothing is wrong, Master Harry, just I am here to inform you that my mother wants to meet you soon! Mother's Dark One said he would be coming along too, to discuss things. He said to tell you, that no one else is to be around, it's to be a private meeting,” as she went on the snake gained a pensive gleam to her eyes.

Growling quietly, Harry leaned his head back against the wall a little harder than necessary. “Did they say when they were going to be making an appearance?” Harry motioned over Ginny, who had finally stopped laughing when she saw the look on his face.

“What's going on?” she asked, sitting down in the chair next to the window.

“Nagini, and ol' Voldie boy are gonna make an appearance soon,” he said plainly, as he started petting Aisling.

“Tomorrow, before lunch,” Aya responded.

Harry began nodding in acceptance before he stopped himself. “Tomorrow?!” he asked in an exclaimed hiss.

“Yes, Master.”

“No, they cannot come. No..,” he said quietly. His voice lowered as he spoke, and he stared out the window for a short while afterwards. “Aisling, you need to return to them, and tell them that is not a good time for me. I will be having company tomorrow, the day after would be acceptable.”

“Master, the Dark One will not be pleased,” the snake said.

Harry looked at her, nodding slightly. “I know.”

Aya looked at her master for a few moments before slithering to the ground, and vanishing.

Rubbing his forehead, Harry looked at Ginny. “Gin, was there something you wanted when you cam in here?” he questioned.

The redhead seemed to think about it for a moment, before perking up and smiling evilly. “Why yes, brother, there was.” She leaned in next to his ear, and whispered conspiratorially. “There's food!”

Rolling his eyes, Harry stood up, holding his arm out to his sister. “Shall we then?”

Taking his arm, with a giggle, she responded in the affirmative.

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