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Adult +
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Bleeding hearts.
Dear Readers;
This is the answer to my own Dark Harry/Ginny challenge. I Get alot of complements on my descriptiveness and Emo/Gothic feel to my stories, so I decided to go all out on this Fic. Hope you like.
I'm using the names of the Macnair Family that i am apart of the in Myspace RPG, HPRPU.. IF you've seen or are apart of the Myspace RPG, you know why i love the Macnairs. They are like the Pureblood Death eater mix of the Osbornes and the Adams family...
OH! And this is the 100th H/G Story on AFF... So HURRAY for H/G stories!
I hope you enjoy.
~The Professor
Walden Macnair watched the boy closely from his shadowed corner in the alley.. His young yet sickly pale face marred only by a small mustache as his hazel eyes fallowed the six year old boy. Unmoving, Unsmiling, and seemly uninterested, He watched him play among the filthy muggle children he was forced to school with...
Muggles that seemed happy to pretend the boy didn't exist. muggle children that didn't understand his importance. Walden absolutely sure that they would ruin him..
Walden knew that he was sent here by the filthy muggles that housed him. Walden felt sick at the thought of a wizarding children being raised like this, half blood or not..
It had taken Walden five years to find the boy-who-lived.. The babe that had killed his Lord, and taken away Walden's life.. Turning Walden from a respected and famous healer, to a man that was paid by how many animals needed to be "Taken care of" in a week..
Not that he Minded being around Death, Blood, and detached limbs.. As a Necromancer, this job had more appeal then a healer.. Why fight against death when you can Revel in it?.. But the lack of pay and the fall from grace was more then enough for Walden to keep on looking for this boy when others had given up..
Though there was another Reason.. A Reason that Walden dare not speck of himself, although there where whispers and rumors already.. A fact well known by all, that made the light side cheering and the Dark Side thinking..
The boy had survived the killing curse..
Something in Walden just wouldn't let it go.. call it obsession if you will. This boy, this child, The.. Toddler that he was 5 years ago.. had looked the Dark Lord in the face, taken the darkest curse know to wizard kind.. and had survived with nothing but a lighting bolt scar on his forehead.
A lighting bolt... The Symbol of the kings of the gods throughout history.. Zeus, Thor, Huracan, Odin, Ani...
The sign of the Divine weapon.. That in itself made Walden's head spin.
Harry had defeated death, and the Dark lord.. What did that mean for the six year old boy?.. Macnair had to see the boy in person.. And so far he was unimpressed.
Harry sat alone on the swing in the school play ground. He, as usual, was by himself. Having gone through Preschool and Kindergarten already he knew that first grade wasn't going to be much different.
Harry would come to school, sit in the classes by himself, and if anyone tried to talk to him or become his friend, Dudley and his group would hurt them and they would then leave Harry by himself and alone once again.
Harry had gotten used to it.
That didn't mean he liked it or approved, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it..
So he just sat here, swinging by himself, letting his thoughts entertain him.
It was that he felt a pair of eyes on him. Harry slowed himself on the swing, then stopped and looked around. Harry turned to look at the alley way near the side of the school.. In the shadows of the building, Harry could see the man that was looking at him.
He had messy black hair, much like Harry's own hair, and was thin like him as well..
Harry's mind suddenly went back to a favorite fantasy of his.. Where a brother or sister of his fathers' would show up to check up on Harry, and take him away. He'd have a new home, with a new uncle and aunt, and be happy for the first time in his life.
Harry blinked at the mustached man. The man looked back. Harry stared at him curiously. The Man raised a eyebrow.. It was at that point that Dudley pushed Harry from behind, causing him to fall onto the Gravel.. Knowing what would happen next, Harry readied himself for the worse.
Walden's mouth nearly dropped as Harry was forced into the playground rocks.. Walden narrowed his eyes at the offending group. Young muggle brutes with no intelligence or respect for the magical child in front of them.. Walden watched the on coming confrontation between them.. He even watched as the the boy ran and avoided the others very skillfully. Walden found himself smirking at every out-witting sharp turn and trick harry made.. Maybe there was hope for the boy yet.
But then he's luck ran out. Walden frowned as he saw the group corner him.. and started to brutally punch and kick him.
Walden couldn't believe that this was happening to this child.. a Wizarding child.. Harry Potter. Walden left the comforting shadow of his building, and walked around now to the side corner.. From he new post, he watch and waited for the attack to end. Memories of Bullies, attacks, and such on himself as a child came back to him.. Being picked out because he was different, came from a long line of Necromancers and other dark wizards... It was while he was recalling these memories, Walden heard something that made his blood run cold.
"Goodbye, Cousin!! We'll see you again after school..."
Harry winced as he held his aching stomach. It hadn't be pleasant, but it had been worse before.. if he stayed still for a little bit, the aching would stop.
"I Take it your Cousin does that often.." Came a voice from next to him. Harry looked up and saw the man that was standing in the alley. Harry blinked at him, and felt embrassed that the man saw him getting beaten up.
"Yeah... Sometimes.." Harry said, now dusting himself off, and standing up, hoping he didn't look to foolish.
"I take it you don't fight back?" The man asked, the silk-toughed upper-class tone in his very evident.
"No.. Not anymore." Harry answered.
"You Cousin.. Why does he pick on you?.. Because you're a wizard?..."
Harry blinked at the man.. What did he just say?... Harry wondered for a moment if this man was crazy. but after looking him up and down and seeing that he was wearing a expensive suit and was well groomed, Harry didn't think he was what uncle Vernon called a "Street Nutter", Harry let it go.
"But.. I'm not a Wizard.."
The man seemed to blanch at Harry's words. He looked confused, shocked, and offended before his face landed and stayed on angry.
"Yes, you are.. Your Father was a wizard as well, and your mother was a witch..."
Harry's six year old eyes now widened at him.. He DID know his father and mother.. a ray of hope started to grown in Harry's chest. This man could be the one that would take him away.
"You knew my parents?.. But.. There're no such thing as magic... How do you know who they are?.."
"What... No such thing as magic?..." The man said, looking harry right in the eyes.. "And Of course i knew you're parents... Lily and James Potter."
Harry nodded back, but only after hearing his parents' names. "Yes, that's them.. They died in a car crash.. when I was 1." Harry said, repeating what he had been told. The man looked even more angry at this, but harry knew it wasn't at him.
"Harry, who has been telling you these things?..."
He knew his name.. Harry couldn't believe it. It was like a dream come true. He knew his name. Maybe he really was going to take him away from the Dursleys.
"My Aunt and Uncle.. Why?.. Did they lie?.." Harry asked. He looked at the man, and awaited a answer. His 6-year-old mind wanting to know the truth. The man seemed unwilling to give it.
"They lie alot, you know.." Harry said, thinking the man didn't ant to say anything rude about the Dursleys. "So, it's O.K if they did.." Harry ended, hoping that the man would answer him now.
The man blinked, then looked back around the yard.. He seemed to be looking to see if anyone else was looking or listening.. Harry knew there wasn't. Dudley and his friends never beat Harry up when someone was looking, and after they stopped, no one would even look at Harry.
"Um.. Sir?.. Can i ask you a question?.." Harry said as the man looked back to him. The man nodded back. "Are you my uncle?.." Harry asked quickly.
The man smiled sadly back at the boy, and slowly shook his head.
"Sadly, no, i am not.."
"Oh.." Harry said, as he looked down and frowned. He could feel the hope deflating in his chest. He missed the Calculating look that he gave him, and the sad look of sympathy that covered his face to quickly to be real.
"You don't like it here, do you Harry?.." He asked softly. Harry looked back up to him and shook his head silently. Walden looked back to the group of children playing in the park just out of view.
"They are mean to you, aren't they, Harry?.." The man asked odd handily with a slight look of confliction on his face. Hope started to grow in Harry's chest again. Walden faced harry again. An odd look shone in his eye as he peaked at Harry, and then nodded to himself, seemingly coming to a conclusion on his own.
"Harry...Would would you like to come with me?.. Get away from these... people?... Learn to be a powerful Wizard?.. because I can teach you, If you want to learn..."
Harry's smile was never bigger. He WAS here to take him away. He WAS here to save him.
"Can we leave now?.." Harry asked excitedly as the man smiled at him again.
"Yes.. If you don't mind leaveing.. This... Behind.. and you couldn't come back." The man said, with a note of disgust in his voice as he looked around. No, Harry didn't mind, Harry didn't mind at all. there was nothing for him here.
"No, No, No.. I don't mind!." Harry answered, now running over to the man, and grasping at his robes "I want to leave.. I want to be a wizard like my father..."
The man gave him a proud a pleased smile at the boy, as he eyes shone at him with the same odd glare it had a moment ago. He placed a hand on harry's head with a smile.
"Very well, then, Harry... If you'll hold on to my robes tight, then, and we'll leave.."
Harry tightened his grip on his robes as best he could, and held on tight. He then felt the man turn on his heel, and with a load POP, Harry and his new guardian where gone.
This is the answer to my own Dark Harry/Ginny challenge. I Get alot of complements on my descriptiveness and Emo/Gothic feel to my stories, so I decided to go all out on this Fic. Hope you like.
I'm using the names of the Macnair Family that i am apart of the in Myspace RPG, HPRPU.. IF you've seen or are apart of the Myspace RPG, you know why i love the Macnairs. They are like the Pureblood Death eater mix of the Osbornes and the Adams family...
OH! And this is the 100th H/G Story on AFF... So HURRAY for H/G stories!
I hope you enjoy.
~The Professor
Walden Macnair watched the boy closely from his shadowed corner in the alley.. His young yet sickly pale face marred only by a small mustache as his hazel eyes fallowed the six year old boy. Unmoving, Unsmiling, and seemly uninterested, He watched him play among the filthy muggle children he was forced to school with...
Muggles that seemed happy to pretend the boy didn't exist. muggle children that didn't understand his importance. Walden absolutely sure that they would ruin him..
Walden knew that he was sent here by the filthy muggles that housed him. Walden felt sick at the thought of a wizarding children being raised like this, half blood or not..
It had taken Walden five years to find the boy-who-lived.. The babe that had killed his Lord, and taken away Walden's life.. Turning Walden from a respected and famous healer, to a man that was paid by how many animals needed to be "Taken care of" in a week..
Not that he Minded being around Death, Blood, and detached limbs.. As a Necromancer, this job had more appeal then a healer.. Why fight against death when you can Revel in it?.. But the lack of pay and the fall from grace was more then enough for Walden to keep on looking for this boy when others had given up..
Though there was another Reason.. A Reason that Walden dare not speck of himself, although there where whispers and rumors already.. A fact well known by all, that made the light side cheering and the Dark Side thinking..
The boy had survived the killing curse..
Something in Walden just wouldn't let it go.. call it obsession if you will. This boy, this child, The.. Toddler that he was 5 years ago.. had looked the Dark Lord in the face, taken the darkest curse know to wizard kind.. and had survived with nothing but a lighting bolt scar on his forehead.
A lighting bolt... The Symbol of the kings of the gods throughout history.. Zeus, Thor, Huracan, Odin, Ani...
The sign of the Divine weapon.. That in itself made Walden's head spin.
Harry had defeated death, and the Dark lord.. What did that mean for the six year old boy?.. Macnair had to see the boy in person.. And so far he was unimpressed.
Harry sat alone on the swing in the school play ground. He, as usual, was by himself. Having gone through Preschool and Kindergarten already he knew that first grade wasn't going to be much different.
Harry would come to school, sit in the classes by himself, and if anyone tried to talk to him or become his friend, Dudley and his group would hurt them and they would then leave Harry by himself and alone once again.
Harry had gotten used to it.
That didn't mean he liked it or approved, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it..
So he just sat here, swinging by himself, letting his thoughts entertain him.
It was that he felt a pair of eyes on him. Harry slowed himself on the swing, then stopped and looked around. Harry turned to look at the alley way near the side of the school.. In the shadows of the building, Harry could see the man that was looking at him.
He had messy black hair, much like Harry's own hair, and was thin like him as well..
Harry's mind suddenly went back to a favorite fantasy of his.. Where a brother or sister of his fathers' would show up to check up on Harry, and take him away. He'd have a new home, with a new uncle and aunt, and be happy for the first time in his life.
Harry blinked at the mustached man. The man looked back. Harry stared at him curiously. The Man raised a eyebrow.. It was at that point that Dudley pushed Harry from behind, causing him to fall onto the Gravel.. Knowing what would happen next, Harry readied himself for the worse.
Walden's mouth nearly dropped as Harry was forced into the playground rocks.. Walden narrowed his eyes at the offending group. Young muggle brutes with no intelligence or respect for the magical child in front of them.. Walden watched the on coming confrontation between them.. He even watched as the the boy ran and avoided the others very skillfully. Walden found himself smirking at every out-witting sharp turn and trick harry made.. Maybe there was hope for the boy yet.
But then he's luck ran out. Walden frowned as he saw the group corner him.. and started to brutally punch and kick him.
Walden couldn't believe that this was happening to this child.. a Wizarding child.. Harry Potter. Walden left the comforting shadow of his building, and walked around now to the side corner.. From he new post, he watch and waited for the attack to end. Memories of Bullies, attacks, and such on himself as a child came back to him.. Being picked out because he was different, came from a long line of Necromancers and other dark wizards... It was while he was recalling these memories, Walden heard something that made his blood run cold.
"Goodbye, Cousin!! We'll see you again after school..."
Harry winced as he held his aching stomach. It hadn't be pleasant, but it had been worse before.. if he stayed still for a little bit, the aching would stop.
"I Take it your Cousin does that often.." Came a voice from next to him. Harry looked up and saw the man that was standing in the alley. Harry blinked at him, and felt embrassed that the man saw him getting beaten up.
"Yeah... Sometimes.." Harry said, now dusting himself off, and standing up, hoping he didn't look to foolish.
"I take it you don't fight back?" The man asked, the silk-toughed upper-class tone in his very evident.
"No.. Not anymore." Harry answered.
"You Cousin.. Why does he pick on you?.. Because you're a wizard?..."
Harry blinked at the man.. What did he just say?... Harry wondered for a moment if this man was crazy. but after looking him up and down and seeing that he was wearing a expensive suit and was well groomed, Harry didn't think he was what uncle Vernon called a "Street Nutter", Harry let it go.
"But.. I'm not a Wizard.."
The man seemed to blanch at Harry's words. He looked confused, shocked, and offended before his face landed and stayed on angry.
"Yes, you are.. Your Father was a wizard as well, and your mother was a witch..."
Harry's six year old eyes now widened at him.. He DID know his father and mother.. a ray of hope started to grown in Harry's chest. This man could be the one that would take him away.
"You knew my parents?.. But.. There're no such thing as magic... How do you know who they are?.."
"What... No such thing as magic?..." The man said, looking harry right in the eyes.. "And Of course i knew you're parents... Lily and James Potter."
Harry nodded back, but only after hearing his parents' names. "Yes, that's them.. They died in a car crash.. when I was 1." Harry said, repeating what he had been told. The man looked even more angry at this, but harry knew it wasn't at him.
"Harry, who has been telling you these things?..."
He knew his name.. Harry couldn't believe it. It was like a dream come true. He knew his name. Maybe he really was going to take him away from the Dursleys.
"My Aunt and Uncle.. Why?.. Did they lie?.." Harry asked. He looked at the man, and awaited a answer. His 6-year-old mind wanting to know the truth. The man seemed unwilling to give it.
"They lie alot, you know.." Harry said, thinking the man didn't ant to say anything rude about the Dursleys. "So, it's O.K if they did.." Harry ended, hoping that the man would answer him now.
The man blinked, then looked back around the yard.. He seemed to be looking to see if anyone else was looking or listening.. Harry knew there wasn't. Dudley and his friends never beat Harry up when someone was looking, and after they stopped, no one would even look at Harry.
"Um.. Sir?.. Can i ask you a question?.." Harry said as the man looked back to him. The man nodded back. "Are you my uncle?.." Harry asked quickly.
The man smiled sadly back at the boy, and slowly shook his head.
"Sadly, no, i am not.."
"Oh.." Harry said, as he looked down and frowned. He could feel the hope deflating in his chest. He missed the Calculating look that he gave him, and the sad look of sympathy that covered his face to quickly to be real.
"You don't like it here, do you Harry?.." He asked softly. Harry looked back up to him and shook his head silently. Walden looked back to the group of children playing in the park just out of view.
"They are mean to you, aren't they, Harry?.." The man asked odd handily with a slight look of confliction on his face. Hope started to grow in Harry's chest again. Walden faced harry again. An odd look shone in his eye as he peaked at Harry, and then nodded to himself, seemingly coming to a conclusion on his own.
"Harry...Would would you like to come with me?.. Get away from these... people?... Learn to be a powerful Wizard?.. because I can teach you, If you want to learn..."
Harry's smile was never bigger. He WAS here to take him away. He WAS here to save him.
"Can we leave now?.." Harry asked excitedly as the man smiled at him again.
"Yes.. If you don't mind leaveing.. This... Behind.. and you couldn't come back." The man said, with a note of disgust in his voice as he looked around. No, Harry didn't mind, Harry didn't mind at all. there was nothing for him here.
"No, No, No.. I don't mind!." Harry answered, now running over to the man, and grasping at his robes "I want to leave.. I want to be a wizard like my father..."
The man gave him a proud a pleased smile at the boy, as he eyes shone at him with the same odd glare it had a moment ago. He placed a hand on harry's head with a smile.
"Very well, then, Harry... If you'll hold on to my robes tight, then, and we'll leave.."
Harry tightened his grip on his robes as best he could, and held on tight. He then felt the man turn on his heel, and with a load POP, Harry and his new guardian where gone.