The Dark Castle
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
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17,023
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13
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Currently Reading:
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The Dark Castle
THEDARK CASTLE
-CHAPTER ONE-
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, and I get no money for this
NOTE: This story is being REWRITTEN and beta read in the future. I am going to rewrite all of my stories. Bear with me. this story doesn't get good (since it's not rewritten yet) until chapter 20+
CHECK THIS OUT FOR MORE INFO: www. livejournal. com /users/ draycious
BETA READERS: feel very much welcome to contact me.
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”I’m a pure blood,” Harry repeated slowly with disbelief in his voice. The man in front of him nodded. Harry relaxed in his armchair and drank some pumpkin juice from the glass he was offered.
“Let’s take this one more time, shall we? I’m Harry Potter. I’m in a dark art shop when the owner comes over and drags me into a room behind the store. And then he tells me this most fascinating story! And can you guess what it is? My mother wasn’t a muggle born witch. A wizard from the Ministry placed her in a muggle family when her parents were killed in an attack from dark wizards. Her parents were mighty wizards from England, infact; they had blood from Salazar Slyterin! My father was a pureblood, nothing new, but he had also, a source of royalty in his blood from the elves. And that makes me a Lord and heir of the Dark Castle because those elves were dark- elves.
Short: I’m a pureblood and Lord of the Dark Castle.”
“Indeed my Lord,” the man said in a guarded tone.
“And then again I ask you, who the hell are you?” Harry asked with his green eyes blazing.
“I’m Damien at your service. I’m an dark elf.”
“Oh really? You look very much human to me,” he snarled. He eyed the "elf" up and down with mistrust clearly showing.
“It’s a disguise,” the elf clarified.
“Take it off,” he demanded.
The elf did and instantly got down on a knee.
“Arise,” said Harry shortly. It seemed to him like a natural thing to do and he felt a bit more secure when the elf bowed to him. He felt that he had at least some control over the situation.
The elf did as he was told and rose.
“I’m very pleased to finally have the honour finding you, and inform you about your true identity.”
“Which is?”
“Harry James Potter, Lord Blaze of the Dark Castle,” said the elf with a tone of pride. Almost like the tone parents used for their children when they had done something good. Even if it made Harry curious he didn't question it.
“Blaze, eh?” said Harry with a little smirk.
“Yes my Lord.”
“Call me Blaze when we’re alone,” he ordered.
“Yes Blaze.”
“What am I supposed to do now?” he asked with curiosity. He had no idea what to do with all this new information. It was a lot to take in and process and it wasn’t made in a couple of minutes.
“You’re still the only one alive from your family. You need training in Dark Arts.”
“Can you teach me?” he asked.
“Of course Blaze. I was meant to be your teacher even before you were born. I’m prepared.”
“What do I need to do?”
“We have a lot of time to fill in on. First of all you need to learn what the Dark Castle stands for. Even if its name is Dark Castle, it does not mean we, your people, are evil. Nor does it mean you are. Dark and evil is not the same thing even if that is what most peoples believes now days. We aren’t evil but we certainly aren’t good either. The castle’s inhabitants are elves and vampires, even werewolves. We’re prepared to fight whenever you wish to join a war or start one yourself. We can take side, but we can also stand on our own. We’re qualified to kill anyone you want. In the castle we train and learn together. Of course we’re enjoying ourselves doing so. Our castle is our home. No one sees any complications in sharing it. We’re very special indeed because we’re also very powerful. Not many can stand a chance against us.”
Harry stayed quiet and pondered the new information.
“My Lord?” said the elf questioningly.
“I thought I told you not to call me that?” he said absently.
“I’m sorry Blaze.”
“It’s alright Damien.” He shook his head irritably. “I just thought of something.”
“May I ask what, exactly?” Damien said carefully.
“You may," he nodded. "I’ll be able to kill Voldemort, wont I?” he asked.
“With a bit of training, yes.” Damien seemed honest enough.
“Let’s start then!” said Harry and jumped up onto his feet with a new burst of energy. There were a lot of things he had to learn and the sooner the better.
X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X
Harry disappeared from the Dursleys every morning and went to Knockturn alley where he met up with Damien to train. Damien made sure no one could detect his magic so he could do it all the time without any restrictions or limitations. And no one would ever notice he used illegal dark arts.
He learned quickly and he gained power rapidly as he went. People in Knockturn alley respected him and were actually quite afraid of him. It didn’t help that he had gained a reputation of handling snakes without any problems no matter how poisonous they were. And he was mysterious in both look and behaviour. No one knew where he came from. And he had a way of showing up behind you without making any sounds. He could show up behind a person in a middle of a crowd and still no one could point out where he came from. People are often afraid of things they don’t quite understand.
And he was wearing decent cloths, not the humiliating crap the Dursleys gave him. It gave him a whole new sort of respect from people. He choose to wear black expensive robes of the best quality. You didn’t wear muggle cloths, at least no without a cloak in Knockturn alley unless you wanted to get killed.
-CHAPTER ONE-
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, and I get no money for this
NOTE: This story is being REWRITTEN and beta read in the future. I am going to rewrite all of my stories. Bear with me. this story doesn't get good (since it's not rewritten yet) until chapter 20+
CHECK THIS OUT FOR MORE INFO: www. livejournal. com /users/ draycious
BETA READERS: feel very much welcome to contact me.
-------------------------------------
”I’m a pure blood,” Harry repeated slowly with disbelief in his voice. The man in front of him nodded. Harry relaxed in his armchair and drank some pumpkin juice from the glass he was offered.
“Let’s take this one more time, shall we? I’m Harry Potter. I’m in a dark art shop when the owner comes over and drags me into a room behind the store. And then he tells me this most fascinating story! And can you guess what it is? My mother wasn’t a muggle born witch. A wizard from the Ministry placed her in a muggle family when her parents were killed in an attack from dark wizards. Her parents were mighty wizards from England, infact; they had blood from Salazar Slyterin! My father was a pureblood, nothing new, but he had also, a source of royalty in his blood from the elves. And that makes me a Lord and heir of the Dark Castle because those elves were dark- elves.
Short: I’m a pureblood and Lord of the Dark Castle.”
“Indeed my Lord,” the man said in a guarded tone.
“And then again I ask you, who the hell are you?” Harry asked with his green eyes blazing.
“I’m Damien at your service. I’m an dark elf.”
“Oh really? You look very much human to me,” he snarled. He eyed the "elf" up and down with mistrust clearly showing.
“It’s a disguise,” the elf clarified.
“Take it off,” he demanded.
The elf did and instantly got down on a knee.
“Arise,” said Harry shortly. It seemed to him like a natural thing to do and he felt a bit more secure when the elf bowed to him. He felt that he had at least some control over the situation.
The elf did as he was told and rose.
“I’m very pleased to finally have the honour finding you, and inform you about your true identity.”
“Which is?”
“Harry James Potter, Lord Blaze of the Dark Castle,” said the elf with a tone of pride. Almost like the tone parents used for their children when they had done something good. Even if it made Harry curious he didn't question it.
“Blaze, eh?” said Harry with a little smirk.
“Yes my Lord.”
“Call me Blaze when we’re alone,” he ordered.
“Yes Blaze.”
“What am I supposed to do now?” he asked with curiosity. He had no idea what to do with all this new information. It was a lot to take in and process and it wasn’t made in a couple of minutes.
“You’re still the only one alive from your family. You need training in Dark Arts.”
“Can you teach me?” he asked.
“Of course Blaze. I was meant to be your teacher even before you were born. I’m prepared.”
“What do I need to do?”
“We have a lot of time to fill in on. First of all you need to learn what the Dark Castle stands for. Even if its name is Dark Castle, it does not mean we, your people, are evil. Nor does it mean you are. Dark and evil is not the same thing even if that is what most peoples believes now days. We aren’t evil but we certainly aren’t good either. The castle’s inhabitants are elves and vampires, even werewolves. We’re prepared to fight whenever you wish to join a war or start one yourself. We can take side, but we can also stand on our own. We’re qualified to kill anyone you want. In the castle we train and learn together. Of course we’re enjoying ourselves doing so. Our castle is our home. No one sees any complications in sharing it. We’re very special indeed because we’re also very powerful. Not many can stand a chance against us.”
Harry stayed quiet and pondered the new information.
“My Lord?” said the elf questioningly.
“I thought I told you not to call me that?” he said absently.
“I’m sorry Blaze.”
“It’s alright Damien.” He shook his head irritably. “I just thought of something.”
“May I ask what, exactly?” Damien said carefully.
“You may," he nodded. "I’ll be able to kill Voldemort, wont I?” he asked.
“With a bit of training, yes.” Damien seemed honest enough.
“Let’s start then!” said Harry and jumped up onto his feet with a new burst of energy. There were a lot of things he had to learn and the sooner the better.
X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X:X
Harry disappeared from the Dursleys every morning and went to Knockturn alley where he met up with Damien to train. Damien made sure no one could detect his magic so he could do it all the time without any restrictions or limitations. And no one would ever notice he used illegal dark arts.
He learned quickly and he gained power rapidly as he went. People in Knockturn alley respected him and were actually quite afraid of him. It didn’t help that he had gained a reputation of handling snakes without any problems no matter how poisonous they were. And he was mysterious in both look and behaviour. No one knew where he came from. And he had a way of showing up behind you without making any sounds. He could show up behind a person in a middle of a crowd and still no one could point out where he came from. People are often afraid of things they don’t quite understand.
And he was wearing decent cloths, not the humiliating crap the Dursleys gave him. It gave him a whole new sort of respect from people. He choose to wear black expensive robes of the best quality. You didn’t wear muggle cloths, at least no without a cloak in Knockturn alley unless you wanted to get killed.