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Harry and KiKi: Tales of the Boy Necromancer by
Sam Stone

Disclaimer: Don't own HP. JKR does that. KiKi and
other OCs are mine though.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms
and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material
is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a
challenge to the existing copyright.
A/N: This story came to mind in the form of two questions: What would it
have been like for Harry to have learned of magic before Hogwarts a different
magic? What would it have been like for Harry if he had been in a different
house? This story explores an alternate view of Harry�s life and one of three
choices.

This is a dark comedy. It will be funny but there
will be parts that are rather dark You have been warned.

The story is rated R for violence, language, and
eventual sexual situations �my stories are much darker than what Rowling has
written. I�ve listed the story as pulling from materials in Books 1-5, but the
story is completely AU. Material from Books 6 and 7 will likely not find its
way into this story except the most useful of threads; I have my own plot to
follow and there will be no miracle cures.

Chapter 1: A Strange Beginning Or Finding The
Book

Nothing in this life is free and there is No
Justice In This World. So best make your Own and benefit from it as well. This
I do every day by blood and ash as my witness. - Master Necromancer Harold
Potter.

Harry was hiding in the one place that Dudley
would never be caught in... the library. He was barely in kindergarten, but he
had already long since needed to read at least enough to follow the cooking
instructions. So he found out that he had an escape in books.

This time he had decided to go deeper into the
library. He had gone into the basement as it was further away from the only
part Dudley would ever willingly go in... where the comics might be. The books
here looked old and fragile. There was a sudden sound and Harry spun in shock.

In most instances there would have been a minor
moment where something fell to the ground do to being startled. In this moment
however Harry fell back and landed hard on the ground. He looked and saw in the
dim light a hidden cache similar to the one in his cupboard. He saw in there a
very odd looking book. He pulled it out and saw a strange name on it. 'Ye Arts
Ancient and Ascendant' was what he saw.

The Book seemed mesmerizing and with a breath
holding moment opened it. He would most likely never find out that it was a
primer of magic that had been lost across various points in time space and
realities. The Book as it was called by those who ran across it was a very
obscure artifact that seemed to defy reality. Its appearance and name might
change in what form it took, but the basics inside never changed although the
book accumulated more information as time went on in its existence. Also the
original authors being masters of their magic and having become deified had
poured enough security and selectivity into the Book.

This particular incarnation of the Book had
solidified itself a few centuries prior during the time of its last owner. Each
section of the book contained in essence the sum knowledge of the field
involved and contained both long forgotten as well as recently discovered
knowledge. The kicker was that as the Book was crafted by a very strange
society it lacked any morality in its teachings, but required that the learner
either have or chose to follow a sense of ethics appropriate to whichever Art
they chose. To those that turned their back on the vows the Book required was
the Book forever denied. The knowledge had been sought out and various lesser
works contained mere hints of the totality of the information and wisdom
written into its pages.

For Harry the Book was written in a tight script
flowing yet elegant even if it read a bit antiquated similar to Old English in
form. Despite the vast information stored in the book it was at most an inch
thick and bound with an old leather exterior with a wrap tie to keep it closed.
The title was carved into the thick hide of the exterior and looked as if
someone had poured considerable time into the complex engravings decorating it.

The most shocking thing to his mind was that it
mentioned the m-word. However that was not mentioned until several paragraphs
in as the skills were termed Arts. He shuddered as he recalled what mentioning
that word in the Dursley's would do. There were several different topics
mentioned in the book but one caught his attention. The Art of Life and Death
seemed shocking but his interest was caught the moment he read that there was a
way to call forth the spirit of the dead. He would be able to find out about
his parents.

Now while most would take what their relatives
said about one's family with little to no salt there had been that underlying
unease that came with how little they ever wanted to talk about them. It was
almost as big a taboo as the m-word. There seemed to be some resentment between
his aunt and his mother. He wondered what it could be that would cause such a
serious case of sibling antipathy.

Harry had been gone for a while as he had read
over the introduction to the book. It was fascinating and wanted to get a
better grasp for which topic would suit him. He had long since promised himself
that he would never be as simple minded as Dudley was in anything even if he
had to play the fool at school. He finally looked over the other choices, but
with the simple sentence his life was changed forever.

'Calling Forth of the Spirits Ancestral,' he had
read and with it his determination set in. 'Does that mean I could find out
about my parents or more importantly hold a conversation with them? I would
give almost anything to know about them and why they would have me placed with
them if they died...'

Harry flipped to the part of the book that dealt
with his chosen Art. That it seemed like something that the Dursleys would
despise only prodded him more. As no one living was willing to tell him about
his family, he had decided to turn to the dead. There was so little he could
get from newspapers and none of it agreed with what his relatives had said
about dying in a car crash as his father was an unemployed drunk.

'How could he have a car if he was unemployed,'
Harry thought in disbelief. 'That Petunia always calls mom a whore or slut
seems off or I would have siblings. Though there was almost a tone that she
hated that mom looked better than she did. Ah well that is not relevant now...
back to the book!'

"The first step on this path is the
declaration," Harry read aloud with a sense of conviction beginning to
form. "In a circle draw forth in blood and ash these sigils four. Stand
within the circle and speak thy oath. Hmm have blood and there is some ash near
the furnace there. Might as well try this."

Harry quickly went and got some of the ash from
the furnace and checking that no one was around drew a circle with the ash.
With a sigh he steeled himself and used the small knife he found to prick his
finger and mix his blood with the ash forming the circle. He took a breath
before drawing the pictures in blood on the floor. Four symbols that seemed so
beautiful yet terrifying at the same time. Part way through he was kicking
himself if it hadn't been for the layers of ash and other things that could
cover the circle when he was done he would find himself in trouble. Something
this unnatural would get him serious trouble with those people.

'Vernon would flay me alive if he knew about
this,' Harry thought morosely. 'Still I have come to far not to try. What is
there to lose? If it doesn't work at least I tried and at least there is no one
here to see me look the fool.'

Harry walked into the circle and with the book
clenched in his hand spoke the oath, "By blood and ash I swear mine life
to this path. I accept the gift of mine art and the burden of mine art's duty.
I accept the gift to give motion to the motionless and the duty to bring rest
to the restless. This I do so swear to do by mine blood and this gift!"

Harry was not entirely prepared for what happened
next. The circle shimmered and the sigils he had drawn in his blood ignited in
a mix or red and black flames. He felt a throbbing in his head like the worst
headache ever while his blood felt like it was burning in his veins. Despite
the pain he had learned to tolerate from the Dursleys he fell to his knees as
he bit back a scream. He never screamed for them and he would not scream for
this. He looked in front of him and saw that his scar which had never done
anything before in his life dripped blood and black blood at that.

Six drops struck the shimmering circle looking
like black ink before flaring and turning red and six times he felt the pain
increase as the blood changed color. He felt like bones he never knew he had
snapped before being ground into powder before melting and being reformed
causing a change in their structure and length. His muscles twitched and
spasmed as they repaired themselves after tearing again and again each time
growing denser yet retaining a rapid reaction rate. His eyes were burning as
two of the drops had splashed his eyes while one had hit his lips before he had
unconsciously licked them. The blood mixed with the blood he drew as he bit
back the pain. When the blood trickled down his throat he felt a strange
soothing sensation. Then the sigils burned brightly and darkly before going
out. The circle was blown away as he exhaled sharply and lay panting on the
floor.

"Book never said it would hurt like
that," Harry grumbled as he looked at the book. "Might as well see
what else it says. What's this small print? Be warned if there is any blood
magic used that is harmful in its impact this ritual will expunge it as well.
Note this would be quite painful as the body has to force it out in addition to
restoring any damage the body had experienced such as injury, malnutrition and
birth defects. Wait the books in plain English now! How did that happen? Ah
well I need to get going or the Dursleys will have a fit!"

With that Harry took the book with him and made
his way back to where he lived. Along his way things looked different from they
had before. There was a sharpness that had not been present along with a
clarity that he had not had before. The place looked somewhat more and less crowded
than it had been before. Unknown to Harry his eyes had been lifted and he would
never see the world as he had before. Eyes repaired of any imperfections before
being augmented to handle seeing beyond.

Harry hid the book when he got home as there was
no way he wanted the Dursleys to take his book. When his relatives went to
sleep he opened the book and hoped that there would be enough light to read it.
As odd as it was he wondered why it was still light outside until he looked at
the clock through the slits in the door. It was late and they went to bed with
the lights on seemed impossible. He blinked several times as he noticed that
his room seemed to be as brightly light as outside. This was impossible as his
room was always dark.

Well there was enough light for him to see so he
opened the book and started to read. He was so engrossed with the book he
hadn't noticed the details that had been fading over the years having gained an
almost inhuman clarity. The topics in the Book were many and that was just in
his choice of Art and the requirements for some of the skills were complicated.
Each ritual required certain things but there was one common theme.

'Blood,' Harry thought in shock. 'They all
mention blood. Is it something that is overlooked? Using blood in practically
all the examples given either my own or animal. Eww human blood rituals seem a
bit sinister. Might as well start small.'

With that Harry continued long into the night
reading the book and thinking over what he needed to do the things in the book.
He had come to far already to ignore the book and he felt so much better. He
drifted off still reading the book far later than normal. The next day began as
always with his aunt yelling to get up causing him to snap awake and alert
suddenly. He didn't notice until he had finished breakfast and started on his
chores that he was not as tired as he should be.

Soon enough a pattern developed where Harry would
read the book at night and try to scrounge up both the ingredients he needed
and the time to perform his rituals. It had been in the course of finding
deserted enough areas that he had learned of his other gift. He could talk to
snakes. The first thing he did after bidding the snake a good hunt was to go
home and consult the book. It seemed that he had another avenue to explore and
there were even rituals that required this gift to use.

Time passed and Harry slowly worked his way
through the rituals he had found. He had been squeamish the first time he had
to use blood other than his own and had settled for some of the rodents he had
found trying to infest his garden. Sure his aunt claimed it as hers, but he did
all the work. On the plus side he found uses for most of the 'weeds' that his
aunt had him remove. Who would know that what his aunt considered pests would
be rare enough ingredients for him.

He had found a snake and a cat that were rather
hungry and they gladly ate his rituals left over�s that was when the sacrifice
wasn't reduced to ash to fuel the spell. Thankfully most didn't do that and he
soon had two friends. A snake he could understand off the bat and a cat who he
had named Trouble that he was learning to understand.

He had managed to keep his gift contained and
unnoticed until one day when Dudley was playing with a new toy. A slingshot
that Dudley was shooting rather haphazardly coming close to striking him
several times and if not for a few physical restoring rituals would have been
rather scarred up. Dudley hit a bird, a raven to be exact and Harry having
nursed several of the neighborhood's animals back to health after one of his
cousins rampages picked up the bird to nurse it back. The wing was obviously
broken, but he hadn't noticed the broken neck.

It was a simple spell he had used on Trouble
whenever she had gotten injured because of Dudley. Sure he had been half
tempted to ask Mrs. Figg to look out for Trouble, but it seemed far too
troublesome to explain where she came from. He simply let a few drops of blood
flow into the birds body and let some of his power resonate with it to speed up
healing. He did the same to himself whenever Dudley did manage to catch him
with his gang.

The unexpected thing was when the bird started
moving and there was no heart beat. He had noticed something odd with the bird
as it had fallen. The blurriness around the living was missing leaving only the
sharpness of the dead. He looked at the bird and all there was that same image
and yet the bird moved. Wait there was something else there...

"Motion to the motionless," Harry had
murmured as the bird hopped to his shoulder. "So that is what the book
meant. I had best make sure Trouble doesn't try to eat you..."

So Harry had three companions a snake, a cat and
a bird. Shadow, Trouble and Night did their best to help him when they could. Yet
he still had to leave them outside for the most part. Debating over it he used
a small ritual to allow them to become unnoticed and had fed them the three
squirrels involved. They were his friends so he had eventually rationalized
killing animals for them. Between the four of them they were doing a
significant amount of pest control and there were far less calls for that
service in Little Winging.

Considering that Dudley had staked out the park,
Harry had taken to the less developed areas and spent time in the wild than
deal with his family. The book was quite useful in how to survive in the wild
and besides his art he had focused on those skills that would allow him to
survive. He was not even eight and had already had to perform rituals to
minimize the necessarily needed food while maximizing the efficiency of what
little he got.

Harry recalled the first time he had filled a
glass with fresh warm blood and the ritual that had required him to drink it.
His companions made sure none of the body went to waste. Although Night did
seem focused on the soft areas. It had been after several of those rituals that
Harry had noticed the first perhaps negative effect of his art. He had fangs.
Retractable none the less they were still fangs.

He just chalked it up to more weirdness in his
life. Like all the specters he had to deal with. The duty that he had finally
understood when he put his first restless to rest. Well he had tried. He had
ended up with KiKi. A very young child's spirit that had been killed or more accurately
murdered. Somehow he had agreed to animate her body in exchange for the man
that killed her to pay. He had been too shocked when little KiKi had tracked
the man down and what followed. Unsure what she had planned he had trailed
after her. It was unpleasant to say the least.

It turned out that little KiKi had been violated
before being murdered. Suffice it to say that Harry had been out of it when she
had jumped the man and disabled him before starting to eat the man alive. He
had just stood there white faced as the infant like skeleton like being had
started eating. The odd thing was that instead of the flesh falling out or
flesh growing back that the bones had expanded becoming almost a skeleton
shaped marionette in form. As it went on the bones went from pale white to
black as they became denser and yet she kept chattering the whole time.

Suffice it to say that Harry probably should have
gone into therapy at that point. It had been even more disturbing when his
companions had joined in on the meal. They did have personalities just lacked
certain human social mores. So Harry barely did more than blink and look on as
Night started to peck at the struggling man's eyes. It was the first time that
Harry had seen someone die. He had been shocked when there had been no restless
when the man finally died well before his companions had finished eating.

He had been well prepared to aid KiKi in going
back to rest, but as she had been so young when she had died that she had
decided to stay. He had managed to keep his other companions hidden but he
would not manage with KiKi. He was sure that Vernon would not take to having an
animated skeleton in the house.

When he had gotten home he had been proven right.
Sadly for Vernon it turned out that not only had Harry's rituals made him hard
to hit as well as resistant to damage with a shorter healing time they had made
him a bit less emotional. KiKi however had not taken it well and seeing Vernon
lifted by the smaller form before being swung into a wall had been shocking.
Suffice it to say that things changed at that point.

The Dursley House had not really changed over the
years. Harry had moved into the basement with his menagerie and he still picked
the weeds that so aided his art. He had changed in that he was dressed in
clothes that fit him that were rather dark and somber in appearance. Shadow was
with him always and Trouble had grown somewhat.

If anyone was to have known him well they would
say it was the eyes that changed. They still sparkled, but there was a hidden depth
and darkness there. As if he had seen things that one his age should not, which
had lead to an early maturity. He still performed his rituals and with KiKi had
delved ever deeper into his passion. He didn't even concern himself about her
diet or the others let alone himself.

There was no shortage of components for him even
for the more disturbing of the rituals he had learned. His relatives suspected
that he was a killer, but if asked he would deny and be telling the truth when
asked if he ever murdered someone. Did he allow people to die? Yes he did, but
he always made sure that they were better off dead. It had been rather shocking
to find the number of abnormalities that dwelt in his area. He had long learned
that the adults in the area turned a blind eye to almost anything that they
didn't want to believe and yet gossiped about the least of things. So was it
any wonder that the suburban paradise he lived in was full of the worst sort of
the dregs of society. Child abusers and rapists tended to have a drastically
short life span. The wife beaters were almost lucky be comparison. They had
only had to deal with being mauled by wild animals. They lived just missing a
few parts and KiKi was still chipper.

So for a time his only friends were his animal
companions and KiKi. That had sadly made him rather unsocial in addition to
Dudley�s effects on any school aged friends he could make. He would finally
make a friend one day in the form of Alice. He thought back to how much of a
near disaster it had been.

As many things in his life it was a sorry thing
that started it off. Unlike the adults he had learned to observe people and the
sudden tenseness that the girl had around people was disconcerting. The sudden
change in clothing as well as the sudden need not to be noticed drew alarm
bells to his mind. He found her behavior far to like his had been before. It
had taken a rather consorted effort but he found out and he had wished he was
an adult and simply ignored it had it not been so revolting.

Little Alice seemed to have become the favorite
niece of her Uncle John. He had done some rather unappealing things but he had
started off simply enough to methodically condition her behavior so that his
current as well as later intentions would be readily acquiesce to. Her clothing
had changed for two reasons both deserving of letting KiKi play with the man.
Longer clothing to cover the bruises without a good reason such as a spanking
and other marks that were he had feared from other tools to condition her to
accept his will and discipline as well as to make her look less attractive so
that others would not think to look at her for she was his in his mind.

He had only the slightest of pangs of guilt for
having used his gifts to coerce the knowledge from her. He had felt a moment of
disgust at his action as he could have tried to coerce a spirit to know what
had happened, but his sudden concern for anyone in that situation had forced
him to act. He had then promised her that the situation would be handled as the
adults never paid attention anyways.

'There was nothing anyone would do even without
consent,' he had thought in disgust. 'Besides KiKi is getting both restless and
hungry again. Better to kill two birds with one stone as it were. Man already
had her convinced that lying about it would lead to less punishment than if
anyone or at least an adult found out. Still best to be sure not to be played
in a game in which there is consent. There is a reason there is a difference
between doing what is right and doing what is good.'

Harry had followed Alice to where her uncle had
commanded her to meet. He brought KiKi with and the pair waited as loath as he
was to do so. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't being used nor that he was
betrayed. The book had far too much information of what most would have
considered perverse and immoral behaviors, but who was he to judge if he had
already tortured and killed people. The book had drilled into his head about
consent and desire being keys to magic as well as life. The book had however been
rather lacking in any moral guidance and had instead been focused on magic as
well as the ethics of magic. If it had really been a desire to be hurt and more
such as being humiliated by knowing she was being watched while being punished
than that would have been a different matter.

Harry had his ethics shaped by the book and the
notion of morals destroyed by the Dursleys. Morals were to him something that
societies had invented to validate themselves and their actions. A mere social
control that he had no use for.

It turned out that the man had been planning on
going further that day in his actions. He had waited for longer than he had
wished as he still had a somewhat warped sense of ethics. He couldn't simply
let KiKi eat the man because of what he had been doing without proof even with
Alice's confession. The adults had so many stupid rules about such things that
they had instilled in most people and then there were the social conventions
and not just the written laws.

Harry had to be sure that if he was caught that
he had a rock solid reason for killing the man as he had heard Vernon complain
about lawyers and how they worked the law. He only feared one thing worse than
the Dursleys returning to form and that was prison or an orphanage. Self
defense should work and if he caught the man red handed as it were then there
was no way he would feel sympathy for the man. He lived by some simple rules
that had no real exclusions as something was either right or not to his mind therefore
as the man had broke them he deserved the appropriate justice.

Harry had waited behind a tree in the deserted
area where the man had planned to meet Alice. He was truly offended considering
that she was a year younger than him a mere seven years old at the time. The
man had gotten so far as to take her clothes off when he had interfered.

"You know that really isn't the smartest of
things to do," Harry had said from the cover of the trees. "We don't
like people like you. Oh don't be so surprised in thinking that no one would
find out. It probably would be simpler if you had chosen to confess to the
police. We don't have the same qualms in dealing with your kind. Besides my
friend has been quite restless ever since she killed her own murderer. Why he even
planned to do what you have been doing with her so I do think it is best to let
you reap what you have sown..."

The man was unprepared for KiKi. She had simply
jumped down on the man from the trees. Her little fingers had grabbed at his
spine on the way down and with a snap the man had fallen to the ground. KiKi
had raised her hand and in an action that raised Harry's eyebrows an ax had
appeared in it. Alice had looked on in shock as her uncle was systematically
chopped up and eaten in front of her.

"He won't bother you or anyone else
anymore," Harry had told her as he turned to leave with KiKi following
still carrying her bloodied ax. "I don't think you need to worry about any
one finding out what happened. You can just pretend none of this happened..."

"No!" Alice had shouted in shock.
"I don't want to forget or it might happen with someone else someday.
Please help me. Show me how not to be afraid again. Teach me to make them
pay!"

For a time there was a silence as a struggle
passed through his mind. The risks of revealing more to someone versus the
advantage of someone aiding him. It was so tempting to have someone besides his
companions to talk to. Besides there was the fact that given the circumstances that
she would try to solve things on her own.

�Decisions� decisions,� Harry thought with a
slight twitch. �I have to ask myself is it worth it� then again there is the
fact that I had before wished for anyone to come and save me� perhaps it would
be worth it?�

"Fine," he had said with a sigh.
"But you must be sure about this. There is no going back. You will do
things that most would revile you as much as they would him for what he did. Do
you choose to do this of your own free will?"

"Yes!" Alice had again shouted full of
emotion. "I never want to feel this weak again."

Harry had sighed again before he had looked at
KiKi and walked to where the man had died. There was still some blood soaked
into the ground. He would need to be more careful of that in the future.
Normally they lingered long enough to clean the sight, but he had wanted to go
away and not have her look at him how he had feared she might. She had wanted
to be free of him but doubts of having someone he could call friend perhaps
looking at him like a freak like the Dursley�s still did if concealed behind
their fear was not something that he had wanted.

With a simple gesture at the ground where he had
died a black flame spurted up charring the ground quickly before vanishing
without letting more than a whiff of smoke rise as well as removing any evidence
even CSI forensics could find. It was interesting that the fire would
completely erase all evidence even modern science would find nothing even with
all of the advancements they had. He looked her over and tried to see if she
had the dedication that it would take. How easy would it be to ever find
someone to work with in the future? There were so many rituals and spells that
needed more than one caster to make them work. She had accepted this so he
might as well tell her.

He had reached into his backpack and pulled out
the book along with the dagger he had worked so hard to make. He had calmly
explained what to do and he watched on as she took the same oath he had until
she had added something unexpected to her words. Words from the ritual right
after it. One he had not performed. She had actually pledged herself to him for
his actions and in shock he had agreed without thinking.

He had berated himself for that a moment later as
he had felt a bond form between them. He realized that he was responsible for
her as well as for her training. His carefree life was gone as Alice had family
that paid attention to her not like him. Still they had trusted that man so
they were obviously not too bright.

�I wanted a partner,� Harry thought to himself as
he walked her home, �and instead I got a minion. Not that having help is a bad
thing just that in my shock I permitted myself to allow Alice to tie herself to
me. Power is tempting and now someone so abused and betrayed trusts me like
this. I have to restrain myself from talking advantage of this in the future� I
am just a kid and yet at times I feel as if I have lived lifetimes. It would
have been nice to have played as a kid once and yet all that I have done has
changed me so, and now I am going to guide Alice down this path. Will I be able
to keep her from my mistakes? Would she even want to? And yet I think that things
will be so interesting. To think that just wanting to know more about my
parents would lead me this far� how much further must I go to find out why I
can call some spirits and yet not theirs to me. Alice I promise that I will
help you and yet I know that you will help me in my ambition no matter how far
I have to go. I will help you to never have to feel as weak as you did before
this.�

Time had passed after that and the pair had
gotten into mischief and other assorted things. Alice did however show no
interest in boys or more accurately other boys. She knew that she could trust
Harry and he knew he could trust her. A friend, a human friend, was a new experience
for Harry. He had helped Alice slowly work her way through the secrets he had
learned and they both delved into some of the new rituals that required
assistance. The pair still managed to kill things. Harry taught Alice how to
hunt and they hunted wild animals along with their companions.

Alice took to the cynical nature of their art
with a reverence. Animal sacrifices were readily used to repair the damage and
prevent any possibility of it happening in the future. She would not be weak.
It had been interesting when she had first drank her first taste of blood even
if it had been animal blood still warm from the kill. She had acted like the
world's most sugared up child as she had careened around the clearing. Harry had
for the first time in a long time simply laughed. There Alice had been
practically bouncing around the trees giggling like mad.

What neither of them had expected was the effects
the first time Alice and Harry had shared blood or to be more accurate shared
willingly given blood. It had been a ritual to allow Harry to better know Alice
and for Alice to better know Harry or perhaps they would have better been able
to understand the other and what made them who they were. That it allowed them
to always know exactly where the other was as well as their condition had made
them choose this particular rite. They were very close friends at this point in
time and had confided much in each other, but had still found it hard to reveal
some of their skeletons.

Harry had first sunk his fangs into Alice's
willing throat before offering his own blood for her to drink. The similarities
to how vampires supposedly sired was humorous to the pair at the time. It was
more humorous as they were laughing and cuddling without any social barriers
between them. They would if described been acting intoxicated and rather mellow
compared to the usual sugar high they had normally experienced.

Afterwards they would try to explain what it was
they had felt but it was normally described as you know and the just got it but
for the life of them couldn't put it into words. They had found that imbibing
blood gave them a rush and they felt the magic in the rituals flow through
them. The sharing of blood was different. As Harry had sunk his fangs in there
was a rush of euphoria he had expected, but there was more to it than that. It
felt like Alice was pouring all of herself into him and in a truly intimate
manner allowed Harry to know her. Alice felt something of the same, but also a
firm knowledge that Harry was there for her now and always just as she knew she
would be there for him in whatever ways he would want or need.

The pair were practically inseparable after that
fact and Harry took to spending more and more time with Alice even being invited
to visit with her family when they went places. She had one strange cousin who
was in no way related to that man. Despite the fact that most people treated
her as a bookworm the two never did. They had in fact tried to slowly convince
her of their ideals which would be a long time in coming. Thankfully it seemed
that there was little risk for what had happened to Alice to happen to her
although Harry had felt a slight foreboding with how she respected authority
and that someone in charge was always right. He just hoped that Hermione's
absolute trust in authority would not be broken as Anne's had by her uncle. She
seemed like to nice and innocent to have it ripped away.

So for a time the pair studied and practiced
whenever they could. The time had slowly caused Alice to become desensitized to
the killings and was working her way from animals small to large. It was odd
how many inferior predators they had found even among such a supposedly nice
neighborhood. There was however a difference in their animal victims. They were
rather solemn when they did so and always thanked the animal for its sacrifice
even if they knew it was a part of life and its cold clinical cycle.

The pair eventually expanded into a trio when
they met Anne. It seemed that one of the teachers was doing to her what her
uncle had done to her. In all this time Alice had never killed a person even
though she had watched Harry administer justice to those he had dealt with. She
could not say that she had never tasted his kills fear filled blood as they
struggled. She had even grown apathetic to the sight of Night pecking their
eyes out while they tried to move. There just had been something about them
that had compelled her not to kill them as if in part she was not ready for it
as well as there was a certain something missing.

Anne was a bit different in her situation. The
teacher had gotten farther than Alice's uncle had managing to only technically
avoid stealing her virginity by sodomizing her. Anne had managed to kick the
man several times as KiKi and the others had gone to work on him. It had been
most therapeutic for her. Harry had felt that she was more than ready in her
attitude and feeling the same comradeship as he had with Alice when they
started had shared a glance with Alice before offering her a place with them.

While he still struggled Alice and Harry inducted
Anne into their number. Anne had watched as Alice slit his throat before
beckoning her to drink with her. After Anne and Alice had downed several mouthfuls
but before he had finally died, Alice had carved out his heart before removing
it. She had offered a half to Shadow before giddily giggling offered a half to
Trouble. Sharing was important after all.

Alice and Anne had eventually conferred and
having borrowed the book looked for a ritual to ensure no one took their
virginities. There were ways but the simplest was slightly personal and they
were for a time unsure how to ask. The two had while learning some of the art
not delved deep enough to reach their goal. The spell had utilized the blood of
their menses to safeguard them. While they had shared blood with Harry in the
past and even had a few chaste kisses with him this was a rather sensitive
matter than Harry would have to drink that from the source while chanting in
his head to bind the spell in place.

The effects would be worth it though. Should
anyone try to steal their virginities in the future without their permission,
though they tried not to think about the fact that Harry could give his
permission in their stead, would be struck dead and their body would rise as a
skeleton to do their bidding. It was vexing that they didn't have the reserves
to do that on their own.

Harry had reluctantly gone on with the ritual and
despite the three being killers had tried to comfort each other that it would
not be that bad. It did however lead to the knowledge that not all touching
there was bad just the intent could be. That was something that they had not
really dealt with despite sometimes crashing into a pile after some of the more
draining nights after other rituals or simply falling asleep talking. It was an
odd moment as they realized they were still innocent and ignorant in some ways.
Sex was despite the things that had happened to them still one of those areas. Something
that would be more confusing when they grew up.

So the trio went about their activities as they
put such thoughts out of their minds. The group had formed a shared trust among
them and they were slowly becoming close friends. The girls helped Harry with
his gardening which allowed them to get several useful plants for free while he
helped them with their studies both in normal academics and more in their art.

The relationship between them seemed to work out
and both of the girls had managed to gain a familiar of a sort. Though KiKi and
the other companions were annoyed that they were banned from eating the same
species as any of the new companions were. It just wouldn't do to eat something
that they conversed with even if they had done things to their victims after
talking to them. A companion was different than any other animal in their
opinion and they were able to converse with and understand theirs, but not to
the same level as Harry had done. The girls would likely chalk it up to
practice though they all had come to understand KiKi and her ways.

So Alice had managed to reanimate a stray dog
most likely having some Doberman blood and some other useful characteristics as
it was a black short haired dog barely older than a puppy she had found which
she promptly named Mischief due to the mischief he got into. KiKi had been most
upset as the stray dogs she had found had been some of the most tender of
things she had eaten and it was so unfair to remove a whole species off the
list. Seriously she had chattered about it was bad enough not to eat cats,
snakes or birds and now no more dog. Still after several times of being yelled
at for being bad she finally stopped eating any dog she ran across. In
retaliation KiKi had gone after the small rodents that seemed to dwell about in
earnest. The squirrels in particular tended to not notice anything until she
had scooped them up and closed her mouth around them.

While that was happening, Anne had managed to
raise a tom she named Trick. That Trouble seemed to be taken with the tom
seemed humorous for them. Despite what they had all done they were still kids.
Thankfully Trick had eventually managed to not look like KiKi had originally as
a skeletal cat would have stood out. Now if only Anne would stop trying to add
things to give Trick more tricks. Like the time she had added bird wings that
she still wouldn't remove. Thankfully they were able to blend in well with
Trick's fur and thus the ignorant masses remained unaware of the necromantic
animate kitty hawk she had. That it had avoided other less desirable interest being
raised was a very good thing.

All of that changed near his eleventh birthday.
KiKi had long since grown accustomed to getting the mail and removing any he
got. There were a few and the occasional owl had dropped some off as well. Owls
were rather intelligent enough to know better than to tempt KiKi after the
first few had gotten snatched and promptly were snacked. Harry had hated to
admit it but as he felt stealing was wrong he never took any money that his
victims didn't bring with them and they were besides scum also cheap when it came
to the pocket change they had on them. He had contemplated raising a few and
emptying their account, but that might lead to getting caught. He did have more
than himself to be concerned with nowadays.

So the three had taken to supplementing their
money from yard work with some of the potions and rituals as well as components
they had gathered. Harry had managed to learn enough to call spirits forth and
had found out about the so called Wizarding World that his book barely
mentioned at all. It seemed they were rather small and unimportant at the time.
Still what the spirits had informed him of had been interesting and while some
ancestors could be called his parents still were elusive to his call. A shame
that none of his deceased relatives that he could call could come up with a
reason for that though he suspected that they had an idea yet were unsure on
how to tell him.

So he had gone to the Alley the spirits had
recommended for one of his persuasion. They had informed him that he most
likely had an account at Gringott�s in Diagon Alley, but he knew that a real
bank would lead to a paper trail eventually. Now while he and KiKi had managed
to cower them into line he was unsure if that would derail Vernon long if he
spotted money. He was a greedy bastard and Harry felt better safe than sorry. It
had taken threats of physical violence to keep just change from yard work after
all.

So despite the well held belief that Harry Potter
was secluded away and Dumbledore's firm knowledge of him being as well informed
as a muggle born, Harry had made many sojourns to his Alley. Besides it was not
like he had been troubled after the first time...
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Harry and KiKi: Tales of the Boy Necromancer