Heir of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,246
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Heir of Darkness
Disclaimer: This is not mine. It belongs to JK Rowling and her associates. No matter how I feal about intelectual property, leagaly I must tell you that none of these charecters, and barely the situation is belongeth unto me
This is a repost of my first fan fic. I will be reposting rather quickly at first, then you will recive one chapter nat a time. I don\'t know how long it will take for me to get to the new chapters.
Prologue
“Avada Kadavera”
A green light shot across the room leaving in its wake a fallen pile of black robes surrounding the body of a withered man. A man whose face was flat and snakelike. A man who, in his last grasp of life, had red glowing eyes. A man who called himself Voldemort.
On the other side of the small room stood a boy. A boy who had lived as a man for more years than most boys do. A boy who was born to survive. A boy who had not been allowed a childhood, and barely allowed friends. A boy that was called Harry Potter.
As the curse hit its target, and the man crumbled to the ground, something seemed to hang in the air where he had stood. Something that could have been a mist. Or it could have been a shadow. It was, however, neither. Harry realized this as the substance slowly took a shape of its own.
As he watched this strange apparition, he saw it first become a shadow of the Dark Lord that had just been killed. IT then began to move into a shape that resembled pictures he had seen of Grindelwald, the Dark Wizard that Harry’s Headmaster, the great Albus Dumbledore, had defeated. He then saw IT move into the form of a short woman. He watched as IT changed again and again. Many of the forms IT took, the boy did not recognize, though there were a few that he knew.
He saw the shady form of Salazar Slytherin. He was comforted by the images of Mordred and of Morgan le Fay, and of Morgan’s sister Morgouse. There must have been a hundred forms that IT took before finally stopping in the form of a slim lady. This form slowly became a more firm image until IT could instead be called SHE and SHE was shown to be a red haired lady, looking to be in her mid thirties. She was laughing, it was a laugh like glass braking, pleasant, though dangerous and Harry realized that the sound had been on the background throughout the display.
“Wh...who are you?” He asked, unsure of what he could say or do. This was perhaps the thing he had expected the least of his final encounter with Voldemort.
“I am known by many names. I am sure you have heard at least one.” Her voice was like her laugh. “The Japanese call me Kuroshiro. In Africa I am called The Creature. In you history books I am mostly called La Mere d’Ombre. But the name I like most is Kuro Pardus. You may call me that.”
Harry had heard of La Mere d’Ombre , she was the mother of all that was evil. She was said to have been the first lord of darkness. He smiled. It was not a pleasant smile, it was more like the smile that shows when you have just discovered a secret that you be able to profit by.
“Lady Pardus, Why do you appear before me?” The question was stated as politely as a boy of his upbringing could muster.
“Why, I think that would be obvious Harry. You, unlike the others that have destroyed my children, are not of the light. You have power. Not only power, but more power than any living now. And most of all, I have chosen you.”
Harry bowed deeply to her. “You have chosen well My Lady. I will not fail you.”
She smiled. It was a smile like her voice. Her mist-made form drifted towards him. She held out her hands, in them was a small gem. Her voice softened into a tone of solemnity and formality.
“I ask that you, Harry James Potter, take up the name of Darkness. I ask that you follow in the footsteps of the greatest of my children. I ask that you enter my realm as many have done before you. Take the power as was done by My daughter Morgan. Take the power as was done by My daughter Morgan la Fay. Take the power as was done by My son Mordred. Take the power as was done by my son Salazar Slytherin. Take the power as was done by My son Voldamort, Tom Riddle. Take the power Harry Potter.”
As Harry took the gem from her hands he felt rather than saw as she became mist again and faded into his body.
Kuroshiro-BlackWhite-Japenese
La Mare de Ombre-The mother of Shadow-French
Kuro-Black-Japenese
Pardus-Panther-Latin
The name ‘Kuro Pardus’ Has nothing to do with and black power groups. It is based on a concept design I have had for a long time originally called ‘The White Cat’ It was changed to ‘Kuroshiro (black white) Pardus (panther)’ because I thought it sounded cool.
This is a repost of my first fan fic. I will be reposting rather quickly at first, then you will recive one chapter nat a time. I don\'t know how long it will take for me to get to the new chapters.
Prologue
“Avada Kadavera”
A green light shot across the room leaving in its wake a fallen pile of black robes surrounding the body of a withered man. A man whose face was flat and snakelike. A man who, in his last grasp of life, had red glowing eyes. A man who called himself Voldemort.
On the other side of the small room stood a boy. A boy who had lived as a man for more years than most boys do. A boy who was born to survive. A boy who had not been allowed a childhood, and barely allowed friends. A boy that was called Harry Potter.
As the curse hit its target, and the man crumbled to the ground, something seemed to hang in the air where he had stood. Something that could have been a mist. Or it could have been a shadow. It was, however, neither. Harry realized this as the substance slowly took a shape of its own.
As he watched this strange apparition, he saw it first become a shadow of the Dark Lord that had just been killed. IT then began to move into a shape that resembled pictures he had seen of Grindelwald, the Dark Wizard that Harry’s Headmaster, the great Albus Dumbledore, had defeated. He then saw IT move into the form of a short woman. He watched as IT changed again and again. Many of the forms IT took, the boy did not recognize, though there were a few that he knew.
He saw the shady form of Salazar Slytherin. He was comforted by the images of Mordred and of Morgan le Fay, and of Morgan’s sister Morgouse. There must have been a hundred forms that IT took before finally stopping in the form of a slim lady. This form slowly became a more firm image until IT could instead be called SHE and SHE was shown to be a red haired lady, looking to be in her mid thirties. She was laughing, it was a laugh like glass braking, pleasant, though dangerous and Harry realized that the sound had been on the background throughout the display.
“Wh...who are you?” He asked, unsure of what he could say or do. This was perhaps the thing he had expected the least of his final encounter with Voldemort.
“I am known by many names. I am sure you have heard at least one.” Her voice was like her laugh. “The Japanese call me Kuroshiro. In Africa I am called The Creature. In you history books I am mostly called La Mere d’Ombre. But the name I like most is Kuro Pardus. You may call me that.”
Harry had heard of La Mere d’Ombre , she was the mother of all that was evil. She was said to have been the first lord of darkness. He smiled. It was not a pleasant smile, it was more like the smile that shows when you have just discovered a secret that you be able to profit by.
“Lady Pardus, Why do you appear before me?” The question was stated as politely as a boy of his upbringing could muster.
“Why, I think that would be obvious Harry. You, unlike the others that have destroyed my children, are not of the light. You have power. Not only power, but more power than any living now. And most of all, I have chosen you.”
Harry bowed deeply to her. “You have chosen well My Lady. I will not fail you.”
She smiled. It was a smile like her voice. Her mist-made form drifted towards him. She held out her hands, in them was a small gem. Her voice softened into a tone of solemnity and formality.
“I ask that you, Harry James Potter, take up the name of Darkness. I ask that you follow in the footsteps of the greatest of my children. I ask that you enter my realm as many have done before you. Take the power as was done by My daughter Morgan. Take the power as was done by My daughter Morgan la Fay. Take the power as was done by My son Mordred. Take the power as was done by my son Salazar Slytherin. Take the power as was done by My son Voldamort, Tom Riddle. Take the power Harry Potter.”
As Harry took the gem from her hands he felt rather than saw as she became mist again and faded into his body.
Kuroshiro-BlackWhite-Japenese
La Mare de Ombre-The mother of Shadow-French
Kuro-Black-Japenese
Pardus-Panther-Latin
The name ‘Kuro Pardus’ Has nothing to do with and black power groups. It is based on a concept design I have had for a long time originally called ‘The White Cat’ It was changed to ‘Kuroshiro (black white) Pardus (panther)’ because I thought it sounded cool.