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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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ALERT!!! This chapter has been edited. For those who have read it already- i advise you to read it again.

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Woodlandspirit: Hmmm... It’s still undecided! But there is an OC up for grabs, lol.

XTakesheX: Thanks! It’s really great to hear about how people think of my writing style!

unneeded: *nods in agreement. I am tall and gangly so I constantly bump my elbows, knees, shins and occasionally even my head on the wall, table- you get the point. Wow, writing this made me realise just how much of a klutz I am... =_=

Oh, and we are definitely not just restricted to students. That would be boring. For me.

917brat: I haven’t really thought about those two... and in this chapter Bill is happily married to Fleur and I don’t really want to wreck that... as for Charlie. Well, you’ll just have to keep reading and see if I ever write something about him. In my mind, he’s been quite neglected.

KittyChen: Wow, your energetic comment left me in a cheerful mood all day! As for the length of this fic... O.O I really haven’t thought about it. All these new plotlines keep popping into my head... *sigh.

Gummibear: Well, generally I try to keep around three chapters ahead of what I have posted. Depending on what time of year it is (holiday/normal day) I am usually 2-4 chapters ahead.

moodysavage: Well, Ron and Hermione are happily ‘together’ and I agree with you on Draco. But wouldn’t you think it more interesting if a dominant had to submit? Well, thats just my sickmindedness speaking right there! XD

I’m kind of neutral about Blaise. In the books I imagined him a really hot Italian guy- the movie shattered my expectations *SOB- but he never played a very important role...

jujukitty: Thank you! I am currently half way through chapter seven and it’s slow going, but after the scene I’m working on- it will be speedy

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Main Story Idea and betaed by: SuirenAngel

Written by: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he’s still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy. If you don‘t know what that means then you shouldn’t be here.

Ps. Fred, Colin Creevey and Snape are still alive. Depending on how I feel, a few more might remain alive.

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Harry woke up and stretched his arms. Languidly shrugging off his covers he took his wand from the bedside table and cast a tempus.

Oh shit.

Vaulting from his bed, Harry grabbed several sets of underwear, robes, shoes and everything he would need for another year at Hogwarts.

He was never the type to pack the night beforehand.

You could tell by one look at his room.

He stuffed it all hastily into his rather old suitcase, pushing down everything by sitting on it with his whole body. When Harry pulled the zipper, it came off into his hand. He groaned and cast a sticking charm on both sides of the suitcase. It worked well enough.

Shrugging, he shrank it and placed it gently into his pocket.

Harry hoped that he hadn’t forgotten anything.

Casting a final glance at his room, he closed the door behind him, and hurried down the staircases. He hoped that he’d had enough time to eat something.

“Kreacher?”

“Yes, Master Harry?”

“I’d like some toast, please”

Kreacher beamed from his Master’s manners and disappeared.

A crackle from the fireplace caught Harry’s attention. He strode into the green and silver themed living room and crouched by the fireplace.

“Heya, Ron”

“Harry! I fire called earlier and you weren’t here!”

“Sorry, still sleeping”

“Well, whatever. The train’s leaving in ten minutes, you’d better come over soon” Ron warned. “My father’s made a portkey under the rose bush in the garden of no.9, it goes in a few”

Harry frowned.

“Can’t I apparate?”

“Ministry’s banned any apparating within the station and five hundred yards around it” Ron rolled his charcoal eyes. “Apparently there’s too much danger of any remaining Death Eaters wandering among innocent school children”

“So how will we get there?”

“The portkey leads to The Burrow and then we can floo to an old abandoned store near the station”

“Got it rose bush in no.9’s garden. Thanks, Ron”

The image of Ron’s face, faded away and Harry straightened. Kreacher appeared next to Harry and presented a white plate with two slices of toast, slathered with butter and honey.

“Thanks, Kreacher”

Harry grabbed the plate and seated himself on the couch and began devouring the honey toast. Smacking his lips, he looked at the time.

Yelping, he ran out of the lounge room. Reaching the front door, Harry grasped the old brass knob and twisted it.

“Bye, Kreacher!” He yelled, and closed the door behind him.

A blast of fresh, cold morning air burned into his lungs and Harry grinned, refreshed. Turning his head side to side, he figured that number 9 was to his right. Harry walked casually over the cracked pavement and to the picket fence surrounding the garden and scanned the surrounding area for any Muggles.

He wouldn’t want to be caught sneaking into a neighbour’s garden.

Not that any muggle would know that Harry was their neighbour. Grimmauld place was still concealed to all but the few who were under the new Fidelius charm, of which, Harry was the secret-keeper himself.

The picket wasn’t that much of a challenge thanks to Harry’s new-found height and he swung a leg over it easily.

He encountered a problem immediately.

There was more than one rose bush. The whole garden was made of rose bushes.

He looked to the left

Rosebush

He looked to the right

Rosebush

Stumped, Harry sat on a small clearing of fluffy grass in the middle of the garden. Sighing, he peered under the dense foliage.

Most of the rose bushes had something underneath them, stumps, leaves (he ruled those out for being portkeys though), bottle caps and even an old sock. Time was running out and Harry had no idea which was the port-key.

Someone up there really hates me. Harry thought remorsefully and lay down onto the grass. A pleasant breeze carried the aroma of the roses and Harry relaxed his mind.

He had vowed to never do it and Harry was ashamed that he was about to break it so quickly. He had no choice though; he didn’t want to miss out on the train ride at all.

Reaching deep inside him, he prodded the tightly coiled magic within him. A tendril broke apart and drifted around loosely before rejoining the larger mass. With slight hesitation, he slightly loosened the bindings that he had trapped his magic inside of.

The effect was immediate.

The bushes seemed to lean in and cast their shadows over him, like they wanted to shield him from prying eyes. In the shadows Harry’s skin darkened and took on the shade of the shadows on a moonless night, all his teeth lengthened dramatically until they were sharp as knife blades on his upper and lower lips.

Harry struggled with his conflicting emotions, biting down on his lips with his teeth until they dripped with crimson liquid. Shaking, he lifted an arm and grabbed the satiny shadows. The substance slipped from his fingers and Harry flinched.

He should be able to do this. He was Scáth, he was máistir Scáth. He was a part of the creatures that had built Wizard kind. He was a Master of the Shadows.

Gritting his teeth and focusing on the concentrated magic inside of him, he extended his nails, pinching a piece of the shadows. A portion of the shadow fell apart and wrapped itself around Harry’s finger like it had always been there, hissing softly as it came into contact.

The small blob then twisted so that –what Harry assumed to be its head- faced him.

“Master”

“I wish you to find the portkey within this garden” He hoped that his voice didn’t tremble as he spoke because no shadow obeyed a Master that was afraid or unsure of himself.

It dipped the tip of its body slightly and bounced off his arm. The Saviour watched as it dissolved within the larger body of shadows.

A moment later the small shred of shadow detached itself from the shadows below the rose bushes and slithered up Harry’s torso and into the shell of his ear. Harry stilled and listened carefully.

He nodded respectfully towards the small speck of darkness as it sighed and rejoined the larger mass.

Putting both hands on the grass, he heaved himself off the ground and dusted off his robes. Creeping over to the rose bush on the far right of the garden, which had yellow flowers and had a small, rusted metal key beneath it.

He vowed to give Ron a piece of his mind later.

Stepping as close to the yellow flowered bush as possible without brushing into another rose bush, he paused.

Visualising a strand of magic inside of him, he manipulated it so that it wrapped tightly around the rest.

Safe, for now.

Harry didn’t know if his magic would hold like that, but he found no other solutions. He couldn’t leave his magic unbound; it would bring much unneeded attention, not to mention the changes to his countenance that weren’t exactly...loveable. Harry looked like a monster. He wasn’t afraid to mention that.

The green-eyed boy dropped to his stomach and commando crawled underneath the foliage of a couple of rosebushes. He twisted and writhed in the dirt until he felt his hands encounter cold, rusted metal.

And he was gone.

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Harry fell into a garden with an ungainly thump! He rubbed his head as he bumped it on the brick wall.

“Ow” He muttered as he fell; face first into the dirt.

“Someone help him!” A voice yelled from a few rooms away.

Strong arms wrapped around Harry’s midriff and helped him stand on his feet. When he looked up, he was disconcerted to find someone’s eyes millimetres away from his. Harry went cross-eyed trying to see who it was.

“Harry!?”

The eyes backed off and harry found himself looking at the grinning face of one Bill Weasley.

Harry grinned.“Hey, Bill”

“Blimey, Harry!” Bill crowed, eyes moving up and down Harry’s torso.“What have you been eating!?”

The stockily built Weasley flicked his fingers at Harry’s hair.

“Look at this!”

Bill grinned so wide, it looked like his cheeks might split.“You got so tall!”

Harry rolled his eyes,“I didn’t notice”

Bill’s grin just grew wider.

“Hey Fleur!”

Harry groaned. Stepping gingerly off the flowerbed, he cast a Scourgify on himself just before a blonde stuck her neck out a window.

“Who iz zat?”

Bill flung his arms around Harry’s shoulders and was briefly surprised at how broad they were.

“It’s the Boy-Who-Lived!”

Fleur dropped the small table cloth she had been holding and hurried to Bill’s side by leaping out of the window.

Harry didn’t know whether to call her amazing or stupid.

As she looked at him piercingly with her cornflower blue eyes, she shook her head, “Non, ziz cannot be true!” and yet, Fleur knew that the person in front of her could only be the boy that she had met at the Tri-Wizard tournament in fourth year.

The boy had changed greatly and though he stood fidgeting in front of her, he couldn’t hide the power, the magic he radiated. Her veela could sense it, this wasn’t just some freak growth spurt- however- Fleur had no pressing need to know. She could see that he didn’t wish to talk about it and she respected that.

“Well, Harry. Nice to zee you again”

Harry ducked his head shyly.

Bill and Fleur grinned wickedly at each other.

“Zo Harry, I suppose all ze girls will start flocking to you, won’t zey?”

“Oh yeah, all girls love guys with a hot bod” Bill chortled

Fleur stifled a giggle at Harry’s discomfort.

Harry blushed, a dark red and mumbled something unintelligible while studying each wooden panel in the ground.

Save me, he thought in despair.

At that moment carrot top haired boy poked his head from behind the front door.

Harry looked pleadingly at him. Ron took in the scene and laughed.

“Harry we gotta go, train leaves in five minutes”

“Thanks, mate.” Harry nodded at the still trembling forms of Bill and Fleur, blushed, and then hurried out of the garden. He joined Ron behind the door and cast a shaky smile at him.

Ron looked at Harry and grinned, “Runs in the family”.

Harry just shook his head and followed Ron to the fireplace in the lounge room.

Ron withdrew a handful of floo powder from a pouch that he had hidden in his new (and much better looking) robe.

“Unused shoe shop near London Train Station”

The green-eyed boy tossed some of his own floo powder and followed moments after.

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They landed in an unused muggle shop, there were boxes scattered about with thick layers of dust on them. A few cobwebs hung on the corners of the walls and air in the room was warm and stuffy.

This time, Harry just managed to stay on his feet, wobbling dangerously for a few moments. He wasn’t looking forward to more bruises than he already had.

Ron walked briskly through the mess and Harry followed, cautiously, as to not disturb the dust. Just before they opened the door, they both cast notice-me-not charms on themselves and then pushed the rickety door open.

“Four minutes till the train leaves” Ron growled.

“Why couldn’t you have been earlier Harry?”

“You gave me bad directions”

“They were the ones that my Dad gave me” Ron shrugged.

“You told me that the portkey was under a rose bush, Ron. The whole garden was filled with rose bushes”

“Sorry”

Harry grunted and left it at that, preferring to run through the crowds. The Muggles unconsciously parted around them.

After more running, they made it to one of the London Train Station’s entrances. They bounded up the stairs and reached platform nine. They slowed to a brisk pace and Ron grunted,

“Two minutes’

Harry leapt into the seemingly solid brick wall and fell through to the other side. Stopping, he straightened his clothes and smiled at the other wizards and witches that were walking towards the train.

Suddenly, he fell; face forward onto the hard concrete ground.

“Ow”

Ron must’ve come through the wall in a hurry and knocked him over.

He reminded himself to get out of the way next time.

“Harry!”

A bright voice reached his ears and Harry had to crane his head to see the speaker. It was Hermione. The weight got pulled off him and Harry sighed, he’d have many bruises tonight.

Putting both hands on the floor, he lifted himself of the ground and smiled at Hermione.

“Hey”

Grabbing both of their hands, Hermione dragged Harry and Ron over to the nearest train door. Suddenly, the whistle blew and the Golden Trio had to jump and dive onto the deck. The door closed behind them with a snap! And Harry was glad that it wasn’t his neck stuck between the door and the cabin wall.

All three of them got up from where they lay sprawled on the ground and straightened their robes.

Harry looked left and right, “Are all the cabins full?”

Ron shrugged, “We’ll have to check”

The Saviour but his lip, if he didn’t have to, well, he’d rather not. He’d had enough of people judging him to last a lifetime; Ten lifetimes.

Hermione looked at Harry and seeing hesitation there, she sighed.

“We’ll just go under the invisibility cloak then”

Harry took his trunk from out of his pocket, reversing the charm and then laying it on the floor.

“Harry-that isn’t- you haven’t stuck both sides of the trunk together with a sticking charm have you?”

Hermione asked eyes wide with incredulity.

Harry looked up from where he was prying both sides of the trunk apart.

“Er . . . No?”

Hermione just rolled her eyes.

“You should’ve gotten a new one when we went shopping the other day” She threw her hands in the air.

Ron grinned.

“I did that with one of my magazines, but it stuck the pages together”

Hermione didn’t bother to ask why Ron would have a magazine anyway. She wasn’t sure if she’d like the answer.

“Found it!” exclaimed Harry, as he held up a rather tattered looking cloak.

Hermione rolled her eyes and got under it as Harry held it up. Ron joined them and all three struggled to not bump into each other excessively. It was getting too hard for all of them to fit under it anymore.

Shoulders bumping and knees knocking, the trio struggled to move from cabin to cabin. A few students, may have, by chance, heard strange sounds emitting from seemingly nowhere. An example of that were Neville, Dean and Seamus.

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“So how was your summer with your grandmother, Neville?”

“Horrible” Neville shuddered. “She tried to make me knit stockings”

Seamus and Dean winced.

“Yeah, why make them if you can’t wear them,” joked Dean.

“Unless you really wanted to” Seamus put in, “Some French wizards like to wear stockings under their robes”

Dean guffawed, “Really?”

Seamus nodded, “’suppose they think it looks good”

“Maybe they’re just poufs!”

Neville frowned.

“What’s a pouf?”

Dean shrugged and said, “Men that snog other men”

Neville’s face cleared up, “Oh! It’s not that uncommon... I’ve heard about them”

Seamus and Dean leaned closer to their friend.

“Really?”

Dean was muggleborn and didn’t know much about the Wizarding world, especially concerning marriages and Seamus just hadn’t heard this, interesting, bit of information.

“Yeah, my grandma showed me the family tree a few years back, seven generations ago the heir to the family conceived a child with a half-blood male, same with my great-great grandfather, but his mate was a pureblood”

Dean eyes widened till they bugged out.

“What!?” He shrieked.

Seamus looked equally horrified, although he did not vocalize it the way Dean had.

“How can a man have a child with another man?” Seamus inquired, while Dean flopped back on the seat.

“Something of some sort?” Neville wasn’t quite sure, having been quite shaken at the time and unable to ask his grandma about it.

Dean and Seamus shuddered.

Suddenly, the doors slid open and a familiar sneer was revealed to them.

“What do you want?” Seamus demanded.

“Malfoy” Dean hissed his eyes slitted.

The platinum blonde was backed by two of his friends, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. They stood between the doors and stared smugly at the three inside.

Neville looked indifferently at them, when he was confronted with Malfoy’s gang, he just felt pity, it was like Draco was holding onto something he no longer had. Neville supposed it was just something that Draco had grown into after years at Hogwarts

“Get out” Malfoy bared his teeth and flipped his hair. Pansy upturned her nose at the trio inside and Blaise just gazed at them like they were beneath his notice.

Dean growled, he was just about to shout Make me! But Neville had grabbed him and Seamus and dragged them out of the cabin.

Malfoy’s laughter drifted behind them.

Blaise’s voice floated into the ears of the trio in the hall and they blushed furiously.

“Bet they pissed in their pants”

“At least, my father’s not in Azkaban!”

A deadly silence descended over them and before any spells could be shouted, Neville dragged his friends onto another carriage.

Dean shrugged Neville’s arm off.

“Why did you do that?” He shrieked.

“We could’ve just-”

“What!?” Neville challenged, “Fight them before we had even stepped on school grounds? We don’t need that and frankly, neither does Malfoy; he’s going through a lot”

Dean struggled for words and Seamus put his hand on his shoulder.

“He’s right, ya’know”

Dean seemed to bristle for a few minutes but then he slumped a little in defeat.

“Yeah, sorry guys”

Seamus and Neville just shrugged.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to find another cabin, then”

They nodded solemnly and walked down a few carriages before they came before a seemingly empty cabin.

Neville grasped both the metal handles and pushed them aside. Dean and Seamus followed behind and closed the glass doors.

Neville settled down on a seat and removed a chocolate frog from his robes.

“Want it?” He asked, waving it under his friends’ noses.

“No thanks, I just had a whole packet of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans” Seamus explained.

Dean just shook his head and took a seat, settling down near the window.

Seamus held his robes in one hand and sat down carefully, as to not rumple his ironed robes, these, unlike his other robes had to last. His mother had been adamant about not getting him and new robes if he got them ripped (or even burnt) again, especially since it was to be his last year at Hogwarts.

Seamus frowned,

What The?

His friends looked at him in shock.

“Seamus!”

“Dude! You’re sitting in mid-air!”

Seamus peered under his legs, he was sitting on something, but, he was hovering over the seat by at least a foot! Baffled, he prodded the space behind him with his fingers.

A shrill scream erupted from the space that he had prodded and he and his friends clapped their hands over their ears simultaneously.

Bloody hell that would’ve made anyone deaf!

With morbid fascination, Dean, Neville and Seamus (especially him) watched as the space beneath Seamus began to melt away until it revealed a very red-faced Hermione Granger.

“Granger! Wha-” Seamus shouted.

He leapt off immediately; mortified that he had been sitting on her lap.

Hermione huffed and the hair on her forehead flew up. She was very, very cross. Tugging at the cloak, she revealed Ron and Harry to the other occupants of the cabin.

“There!” she shouted.

“-It’s just them anyway!” Dean, Neville and Seamus watched as she yelled at a very tall and tanned boy who was sitting next to her.

Ron patted her shoulder comfortingly, “Don’t worry, we weren’t going to make you sit there the whole trip with Seamus sitting on your lap”

The black haired stranger (who seemed familiar to Neville) shrugged and said, “It was expected”

Seamus walked over to where his friends were sitting and sat next to Neville, trying not blush furiously. Dean leaned forward and studied the stranger on the seat opposite to him.

So very, very familiar...but...it wasn’t possible right?

The boy had black and slightly matted hair and bright green eyes. He was tall, and was very tan.

“Hi”

The stranger said, and Neville frowned. It was a bit deeper, but, it had sounded like, for a sec... Nah. It couldn’t be, no way could someone change that much over summer break.

“Who are you!?” Seamus blurted out.

The green eyes widened and the boy sat up straight, ‘Who, me?”

Neville shivered, the voice has come out deep, rich and commanding. It flowed into his ears like honey and he struggled to keep his attention on the conversation.

All three nodded their heads and the boy looked hurt, slumping back down onto his seat.

Hermione jumped in her seat and opened her lips, about to speak.

“No, it’s fine ‘Mione”

Slowly, and with dawning clarity the three put two and two together.

The bushy haired witch scowled at the boy and just said “This is Harry, guys!”

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Harry could not help but feel slightly hurt when they didn’t recognise him. He had changed a lot, he admitted to himself, but still...

He flinched a bit when he discovered that all three were studying him intensely, it seemed that they may have recognised him a little. Could they have? They did if he translated the way Neville was looking at him, his eyes glimmering with recognition.

Hermione shifted in her seat and was about to speak when Harry interjected, “No, it’s fine ‘Mione”.

She just glared at him and seemed to say with her eyes, you’ve got to tell them! And NO it’s NOT fine.

He sighed and Hermione declared, “This is Harry, guys!”

Harry shifted a bit in his seat, feeling uncomfortable under the pressure of the stares. He sneaked a look up from under his bangs and saw Neville, Seamus and Dan gaping at him with a mixture of recognition, shock and disbelief.

“Wha-“

“Merlin!”

“Steroids!?” Dean said, a little disbelieving.

“That’s what I had thought too, at first” Ron chuckled, “-but, this is a hundred percent our Harry”

Hermione nodded supportively.

“Well, you look well, Harry” Neville offered tentatively and all the tension in the room seemed to melt out of them, exiting through the windows and doors.

“Yeah, you could say that Neville” Harry laughed darkly.

“So how did you guys end up in here anyways? I saw you guys in a cabin behind us”

Dean just scowled. “Malfoy”

Everyone in the room scowled.

“So he came back this year?”

“From what I’ve seen so far, no one hasn’t come back for their eighth year”

“Really? I would’ve thought that no one would come back after...you know”

The cabin drifted off into a comfortable silence and Harry ran his fingers through his hair. The grassy hills rolled by and the sun dripped like honey onto the green and the sky was a calm blue.

Neville sank back into his seat and relaxed, chewing on his chocolate frog slowly. Seamus shifted in the seat next to him and spoke, breaking the silence.

“Snape’s still alive”

Harry snapped from his reverie and trained his eyes on Seamus, No, it couldn’t be...

“Really!?”

Seamus was confused by the sound of urgency in Harry’s voice.

“Yeah”

“But-” Harry’s voice broke in the middle, “-how?”

“I guess the medics just found him in time”

Hermione and Ron cast meaningful glances at each other, knowing that Snape had been a touchy subject with the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry sank into his seat, drawing his knees into his chest (Don’t be fooled! It’s really hard, especially if you have long legs like Harry!)

His thoughts were roiling in his mind. Snape was really, really alive. Harry had still been filled with guilt, knowing that he had been there as the man died and not gone for help, especially since he now knew that Snape had been a good guy all along (but that didn’t mean he was pleasant).

Snape was alive.

Neville watched the jumble of emotions that let slip from Harry’s face. Relief, sadness and...Hope. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of the last one.

Harry rested his head on the window ledge.

Snape was alive. Thank god.

He was not responsible for an innocent death.

Harry opened the window slightly and let it ruffle his hair.

This year would prove...interesting.

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P.S Although Draco sounds like a downright prat right now, I promise you he won’t stay that way for long! At least, I think...

Sometimes, the character’s personalities just take over the story and I end up writing what is most likely to happen in that situation.

Which ends up either in more plot or stuffing it up, when that happens I delete the whole scene and start writing it again.

-cya

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