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Inheriting One\'s Enemy	By : SlyPhenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 30771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 1
Harry stepped out of the bank and shook his head clear of thoughts, he sighed as the cloak hid him from the local’s eyes, and he looked around as he looked for any auroras. He   did not need to be picked up considering the trial. Eyes going from store to store as he thought about the shopping he would need to do. First thou he decided he needed to deal with his appearance, and hide his more famous features.
A soft wave of his wand, he used a commonly known transfiguration spell to change a feature of his, the scar now hidden and his hair straighter was all... the fact he was taller, and healthier looking mixed with it. He barely looked like the same person when he lowered his cloak hood. He smiled gently as he walked towards the clerks counter. An Older man dressed in green dress robes looked up at him; eyes sliding over harry who smiled back to the man politely...” Hello and how can I help you?”
.” Hello? Yes. I would Like two self-stirring and self-heating small sized cauldrons, as well as the normal mixture of stirrer’s and equipment for potion brewing...” He chuckles as he spoke. The fact people always checked his forward, and they treated him so differently. This would allow for him to blend in easier, and made him feel better to be one of the masses. Not in the spotlight for once. He smiled wider at the thought before he heard the small dark whispers in his brain. He had come realize they always been tom, now stronger as a piece of him was fully awakened... but as a piece of him he could control them better. “That will be forty galleons young man”
Harry shook his head, the price was a little steep, the dark whispers spoke of the cruel things he should do to the man for over charging him, but he fought them off... He moved to press the hand to the ledger pad, pressing down the ring. Which was connected to him...? His secondary lord title used as harry decided it be easier this way. The old man blinked as he saw the money transfer.” That should be... sufficient “ He said softly, even as the Old man nodded, then moved to place the objects into a small bag after shrinking them down to size. “ and that will be it.. Shrinking them free of charge for you Sir,” He said calling the young man by a respectful title, he may not recognize the house. But he knew only a lord could do that and lord when so young meant he was heir apparent.
Harry spun and moved slowly out to collect rest of the things he would need, some potion supplies, books as well as other small things he needed from the shops, most of the stops going a similar manner. Soon the rumors of a new young lord spreading through the alley as he went to grab things. The store managers now trying to seduce the young lord and pamper him. Calling him in, as they all tried to become a new favored shop of one of the youngest lord in ages, and they all discussed who it could be.
Only one, of them knew the name... Ollivander. He curiously watched the young lord as he came into his shop to get his wand tuned... a smile. “Hello Mister Potter... Curios and curios indeed.” He said as he eyed the young man... Harry did not comment as he knew the man would be able tell who he was just from the wand.” I am just here... for a wand tuning, seems something I just learned about...” he admitted softly. So, interesting the wand felt almost the same as the wand in his memories, the one that been toms. Was this why it had chosen him... Had he found one of the reasons why they were linked? Something he found more curious. How were he and the dark one linked truly, what made him so special? He decided that he would need discuss this with someone but whom. Who could he trust with this?
Ollivander Smiled at the young man.” I normally do not need to retune a wand for one so young lord Peverel, but it seems... not everything as is it seems?” he grinned wider. An eccentric old man, he knew something was up not exactly sure what... but this was indeed interesting day. He took the wand back slowly and towards his working desk.
“Mind if I watch?” harry would ask and the older man shook his head slowly.” Not at all Mr. Potter, this is a more common procedure then most your age realize. Wands like everything just need love.” He replied. He placed it down slowly and ran his fingers over it...” did you ever wonder why some wizards have the same wand for years? And others... have newer wands? Why wands of older wizards sometimes look as new as the younger ones?” Harry blinked. He had not thought about that, or even looked through his memories for it...
“No?” he replied and chuckled...” Its simple, as one ages... sometimes ones wand, does not fit the same as when one was... eleven. The returning allows me add small little runes, or change the flexibility depending on more... Or truly test if like Charles Weasley, someone rarely outgrows to changes their wand as they age.” He smiled as he looked at the young man who was willingly learning. And lifted then instruments to begin the small runic work.
As he exited the shop, his eyes sliding towards Knock turn alleys entrance; he still had a little under a half hour to kill... And now, he knew more about the alley thanks to tom’s knowledge, he had a little more shopping to do. His ideas on magic slowly shifting from his old perspectives, but even more so from toms slowly becoming something more grey then either tom or Dumbledore would accept.
Turning him slowly moved into the darker ally to collect a few new objects there as well, some ingredients as well as things which could help his ideas. Grabbing lunch at the leaky cauldron and getting his collection of papers from the goblin later then he planned, not that the old goblin minded considering harry still paid him triple for the hour and waited time. He would view them all once he was home, no reason to go over them here as he himself had plenty of free time and safety in his house now that his family left him alone there. And he did not wish to deal with his emotions of the will in front of the goblins, they already had some dirty on him they did not need as it was.
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Harry looked around his bedroom to both Flasks of potion that he just stoppered. He had started both potions as soon as he had gotten home from shopping. He would need to do his idea before he went back to school as the potions would leave him a little weak for a while.... both had taken all night to brew and cool, it been hard making them from memory alone, and stressful. But worth it as both potions would go far with him in his soon to be tasks,   helping him with what he needed to do to give him a chance to figure out how to win, and figure out all happened. As well as helping him deal with the dark whisper’s in his mind. Looking over the past has come realize he been controlled enough but subtle and Syltherin like moves would be needed to break free of this pattern and upcoming trials and tribulations.
  Once his mind had become clearer, he realized each year had been more challenging and different then the last, almost as if he was being made to run a gauntlet, gone was a boy not using his mind. As Hermione often said, if he just applied him he would be as smart as she almost. And now that he was applying himself, he was working on trying review the last few years. This was part the reason he had decided to go shopping and prepare for the upcoming year, the banking as well as the potions.
He first began to take stock of the bed, eyes sliding over each thing, some new, some older .The Potter will stating he should have never gone to the Dursley’s, also had a few properties, investments and vaults. A New Black metal watch on a chain, what it did was warning him when he was entering any wards or rituals, and informs him of what they can do in general. A protection he felt he would need later. His wand now retuned by Ollivander, the famous map of his father and friends, his cloak and Knife from Sirius beside them. A second knife made from goblin silver so it never dull, chip or break. And the enchantment on his glasses the last of his new things. They were spelled so he notices anyone using a spell to him themselves, not that he always knows how or who.
He looked down at the lord ring on his finger, it had shifted it a deep black metal now and lost its symbols to most it just appear to be a more common ring. He realized it was his own minds way of trying to hide it so that h would not need to explain it all And he smiled... he knew it have some unknown properties once he figured it out. He knew from his memories each ring was different and potent, with their own charms and abilities, He did not know what it could do yet. But he knew he had two, and not counting ones he may get. He looked over to the portfolio.
The portfolio stating he was most likely one of richest wizards in all of England and wizarding world. Not that he would ever be called Royal rich, but as long he was not stupid with his money he could live fairly well without even working. He had a few properties, one which curious enough was his aunt and uncles home. And with it, he also comes realize something. What the being a lord truly meant. Most people romanced it too much; you were just the undisputed leader of your family. He chuckles thinking how Arthur could just demand things of a Weasley name, but he was nicer than some the lords he had known in different life he remembered. The shocker was the black blood and due to the merging, he had a claim to the heir of Syltherin. Yes, he was as much the magical heir now as tom. He shook his head considering everything. First thou he would visit the black library if he could ever find their house, from all he read they were one of the oldest families, so they must have a library to go to. The same with the potters library. But he could not find the home with the black library in it, so he realized it must be hidden through any number of means. The Peverel came with nothing except a Name and few coins. At least nothing he knew yet.
The Peverel being a mostly dead family allowed him a little more leeway without making the whole world know he was the lord potter. He had decided to use that as his main name for now in the more upper circles, and to hide his scar. An easy little trick now he had tom’s knowledge. And the fact was, he himself found himself becoming more comfortable with the knowledge, even if he never would do what tom did with it.
He looked to his last purchase, a trunk. He had gotten one like Mad Eye’s designed to hold more than it looked and also had five compartments each with keys. Loading all his school stuff, clothes and equipment into trunk, the only things left out were stuff he didn’t care about, or Hedge wig which would fly around when it was time to go. His trial was soon, and he would not be staying here past then instead planning spend the rest time in the leaky cauldron even if he lost, he would as a lord have ways around the trial or other things if he truly needed to. And then there was the fact both Arthur and Dumbledore sent him the owls all would be ok, maybe they were working in his favor already.
But enough time was spent preparing, his knives and wand places by his bed he moved to change into a sleeping shirt and some pants as he relaxed and sat down now on the empty bed. He summoned each potion with a wave of his wand, he knew he would need to tone down the magic once he was actually back in school, using nonverbal spells be a clue something’s different as they were more advanced than the four years he had.. He smiled softly, as he chuckles and then looked down.
Looking over each Potion the Boy knew that each would serve its purpose... the first a simple potion which would tune his body, as he had the wand. Voldermort had created it when he been alive before. Sharpening the body to a tool without all the work most would do. It was nothing super human, but the body would help harry in his upcoming year he was sure, if they been anything like the last four. He was starting to see a pattern where he ended up doing things most students didn’t dream. The next would help the first flushing out impurities in the body magical or more mundane. Neither would fix his vision. That was something he would have deal with but both would help the young wizard in his goals as he worked on finding a better place for himself. With both down he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes... he was not even sure what they change if anything, but the ingredients been cheap.. And the new knowledge he wanted test... he would not admit there was a little paranoia that came with it.
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His Hand in her dark curly hair, pulling it back tight to snap her head back, thou he could not see her face in the darkness which was covering them. His mouth placing small kisses over her shoulder as he growled with need into her ear. Their bodies moving before he forced her head back down as he began to move again. Holding her head down he began with the long slow thrusts, even enjoying the little whimpers his woman made. The sensations of her wrapped around him would cause him to groan out and into the air.
The sensations were perfection, she was as beautiful as the day he had first claimed her. A few years had passed since then. But she was still a beauty, hair as dark as black silk and skin like porcelain. His hand not in her hair squeezing her hip so hard she would be bruised before sliding up to squeeze roughly onto her breast. Not that he truly cared he had done worse to her for his pleasure, and she accepted it all as she was his. His nails curled and dug in as he growled and began to pick up the pace of pounding down into the tight woman in her prime. Forcing the mattress below them to squeak, making a steady sound from the force of his actions even as he was getting closer.
His hips began to go wild as she urged him, the scene seeming blurry and unrealistic as he groaned louder, enjoying the tighten rippling of her pussy around him before he exploded filling her with his seed again for the fifth time this night.” Your Mine” He whispered softly, hand stroking over her hair as he pulled out. Already missing her around him, but he knew he could have her whenever he wanted, or have any woman he wanted truly by force or charm. He panted as he fell to the side, drenched in sweat. Looking over her, he smiled once he locked faces with her seeing her dark eyes. “Yes Milord... I am yours.” The face did not seem clear thou, hidden in the dream.. in the back ground her hear a small purring
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Harry awoke with a groan as his hand rose to rub his head. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling as he woke from that shocking dream. He had dreamt of her and others more than once since he had awoken the dreams of his other half. He was coming consider the memories that now, a piece of him. Not fully him, not even a majority. He had spent enough time dealing with his mind to know how to keep them separate but they were his now, and influencing him he knew. He needed to tell someone, to talk to someone about how to deal with this.
But who could he tell? Of course he first thought of Hermione, she would. As always be helpful and on his side... Ron? No. he would automatically think the worse as he done so many times before. He loved the teenager like a brother, would die for him. But this secret Ron was not ready for. His head master, the great Dumbledore? Since gaining toms insight he had come trust the old man a little less, he still loved him like a grandfather. But now he wanted to talk to him. Find out the truth and pieces before he would invite him in more to this current side of his life, unless he already knew. He often just seemed to know everything.
Closing his eyes he began focus his mind inward again till he was inside his core and looking over the word he been doing with his Occlumency. He looked over the rock garden in his mind. He had learned organizing your mind was often the key to Occlumency, controlling yourself and your emotions. As well as impulses which he seemed gotten more of lately. It was the making your mind make sense to yourself and not others that was the trick. So he chooses something he was sure most wizards thought beneath them, gardening. To the untrained looker his mind would appear a peaceful mix of Zen rock garden and flowers. False images planted flying all above the rocks and flowers which were the true locks and patterns in his mind. The secret was using something it be hard for most understand, and as most wizards he was worried about he was sure did not know about gardening, he at least knew tom did not know that much past the magical aspect. He knew he would have a working encryption for now. Thou he still was grasping some the skills and memories tom had about Occlumency, this would do for now.
Having fallen back to sleep once calming himself from the dream and focusing his mind, he seemed to come to as he thought he heard something .Rolling on the bed to place his feet on the floor. He stretched out as he looked side to side trying to find his glasses which he must forgot take off before passing out.. Finding his glasses, he slide them on and sighed, he had hoped he would not need these, but it was true neither helped his vision. He blinked as he heard another noise... he moved to stand slowly.. He felt a slight rush to his head even as he grabbed his wand. The door making a Noise as Harrys eyes slide to it as he ducked down and pointed the wand at it, as the door opened slowly he saw a bunch of people in the shadow, unable to focus on them in the darkness he reacted. Waving the wand he fired stunners, three of them in a chain.. hitting two of them before they even hand chance defend with their wands. .
One being stopped midair by a wand before it glowed with a luminous spell, showing the over cautious moody who had blocked him and been the only one truly prepared. He was looking down at a purple haired girl and a dark skinned bald man, on the floor. Taken by surprise from Harrys who they did not expect to attack and had come to recuse..” Constant vigilance eh, Harry?” Moody chuckled... as harry kept his eyes on the professor, last year he been a person under polyjuice, or as harry knew now. A spell could easily change some ones looks.
Only when he saw Remus, who shook his head...” Harry.” Did the boy relax a little thou his eyes stayed locked on them, as did his wand” Remus... What did Ron’s Bogart turn into...?” He asked, figuring none death eaters would know something that trivial from a school year. Something which would be below them, he was coming realize part reason he survived so long was not his skills. But Hermione’s brains and their arrogance.. Remus blinked as he looked at the boy noticing the hard look in his eyes he spoke softly then. Not raising his hands at all as he did, realizing the boy was on edge.
“A Spider... Harry. A spider.” Harry sheepishly pointed the wand down and looked down over the two he just dropped and then up to the others...” And why... are you here.” He asked even as mad eye cast the spell to wake the two. The two both came up and ready to duel anyone around, not realizing harry had been the one to take them down... and then laughing a little about it. The purple girl tossed him a wink.                Harry looked over towards his already packed trunk and Hedwig... Indeed it was a lucky thing he already had planned it even if they were coming to take him somehow he had not planned. He looked down and over them al...” Well I guess. Since I was already packed? It’s time to go?” he chuckles and smiled
Remus shook his head and walked over and placed his hand on young man’s shoulder... and pulled him into a hug which harry returned to the closet thing he had to a paternal uncle now..” How Sirius?” he asked the older man who was about to talk when Moody spoke.” We can all play catch up once the boys at the safe house Lupin.” The older man sighed then smiled down at harry and nodded.” Come. Why don't you find out for yourself..” he tapped the trunk shrinking it for travel. And then lead harry out.
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