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Independence of the Dark	By : Callisto Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
WARNING: There is slight M/M and F/F interaction at the end of the chapter. If you are averse to it, please skip that part. I have indicated the starting and ending of the paragraph with [slash scene] and [end slash scene]..
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A large thank you to my beta lovingsiri for beta reading this chapter for me.

Chapter 4
Harry stepped into the en-suite bathroom and smirked in appreciation. Really, the Goblins loved to decorate anything and everything with jewels. The bathroom was mostly done in black marble and held an ivory bathtub large enough to accommodate at least six to eight people. Right above it though, there were at least a dozen golden taps; all of which had a different coloured gem atop it serving as the knob.
After filling the tub with hot water, he swiftly twisted the blue crystal knob allowing the water to mix with a particular fragrance that had caught his fancy. He breathed deeply savouring the sweet smelling liquid which had a slightly woodsy blend to it. Slipping off the green robe, he slowly immersed himself fully in the water and closed his eyes, allowing the warm water to soothe him.
Merlin, what a day it had been.
As if everything had not been enough, Fireclaw had given him another bit of startling news. Apparently, the Dark Ones had a castle where they had lived and ruled in, hidden away somewhere. They had done so, knowing that Aeron would never rest until he had purged every last evidence of their existence. So, they had sealed it off using some branch of obscure magic so that no living being could ever enter until the true heir stepped foot inside the dwelling.
Unfortunately, this had meant that neither could young Cailean enter the castle. Though the Dark Ones had been saddened by the fact; they had no choice, since the place had possessed nearly centuries worth of their experiments, tomes, dark artifacts amongst other things and they simply couldn't let them be destroyed. So, instead they had set up a large manor and an immense fortune for Cailean, leaving the goblins to look after their son.
Harry really had to appreciate the goblins' cleverness. Following the Dark Ones' orders, it seemed that the goblins had slyly offered their help to the wizards to look after their finances by opening a wizarding bank. Fortunately, since the wizards knew nothing about managing finances, they had no choice other than to accept the Goblins' help. They had indeed kept a tight rein over the goblins at first, always suspicious of them; but over the years, they had forgotten their past grievances and had become used to it.
Foolish of them, Harry thought sneeringly, or perhaps rather human of them. Had anyone noticed, they would have noticed that goblins were the only magical creatures involved in the day-to-day lives with the wizards. Now, they held almost eighty percent of the Wizarding economy within their control. Unfortunately, the remaining twenty percent was held by some other independent managements. Although the goblins believed that with some careful planning, it would be no chore to gain control of them as well.
Really, the goblins had accomplished their task beautifully up to the mark. And the wizards have no idea, Harry thought gleefully.
So, that was what he was going to do today. He was going to visit the castle to ascertain if anything his ancestors had left him could be used in the war or at the least for his training. Besides, he was slightly in a dilemma as to where he should stay for the summer. The castle or the Labyrinthine Alley?
Just as he'd guessed, the Wizarding Britain did offer a lot more places to visit than just the Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley; Labyrinthine Alley being one amongst others. Labyrinthine Alley was mostly inhabited with hotels and resorts but all of them were on the rather expensive scale. Usually, the tourists and the ministry officials visiting the country stayed there. Well, they certainly wouldn't be able to stay at the Leaky Cauldron.
So, before he'd come to know about his inheritance, he had planned on staying at the Labyrinthine for the summer, since nobody would have thought to search for him there. If anything, the Order would search for him at the Leaky Cauldron. Staying there would have caused a dent in his savings for sure, but he had figured it would have been worth it.
After all, it had an alley branching from it known as the Risqué Avenue which was basically a red-light district that catered to the tastes of everyone. Well, he was sixteen and curious. Taking a look around wouldn't hurt, would it? But, now that the option of staying at the castle was available, the latter certainly appealed to him. Seriously. He owned a bloody castle.
Well. He'd decide after taking a look at it. For all he knew, the castle could be swarming with ghosts. After all, ghosts certainly didn't classify as living beings, did they?
In addition to that, he would also be visiting his vault to collect some money and to also evaluate its contents. He had to buy a few things; especially clothes. Since he'd always been on a budget, he'd never spent any money on himself. Maybe it was time to change that now, Harry mused.
Sighing reluctantly, he stepped out of the water before he could end up as a prune. He had already flushed a light pink. Merlin. He really wanted his tan back. However, he had a sneaking suspicion that even if he spent a whole month under the sun, he wouldn't tan; he'd only end up burnt.
Grimacing slightly, he wrapped the blue towel around his slender hips and strode into the bedroom, immediately noticing a fresh pair of clothes lying on the bed. Flinging the towel onto a nearby armchair, he advanced to the bed with a sinuous grace to examine the clothes the goblins had left him.
Nice, Harry decided. They appealed to his tastes. Hell. When had he started being so picky about clothes? Harry immediately blamed it on his ancestors.
He quickly pulled on the fitted black slacks and slipped on the silver silk shirt. After brushing his hair, so that it lay in slightly disarrayed waves, he turned his attention to the beautiful cloak lying on the bed. It was a black silk cloak lined with burgundy velvet on the inside and a golden fibula rested on top of it along with a note.
"The fibula belonged to your ancestor Javed. He greatly treasured it and gave it to us as a parting token sometime before he passed away. I thought you would like to have it."
- C.
The fibula was a perfect work of art. A masterpiece. It was crafted in great detail of a sword being removed from its sheath. The hilt was carved in beautiful leaf-like patterns intertwined with silvery vines; and the scabbard was decorated with glittering white stones.
After admiring it for a few seconds, Harry wrapped the cloak around his shoulders and pinned both of the ends together with the fibula at the hollow of his throat; and pulled the deep wide hood of the cloak around his face.
Harry moved to stand in front of the mirror and noted that his entire face was shrouded in darkness except for his eyes which shone almost eerily out of his hood. He did not want to apply a glamour over his eyes until he was sure he was allowed to use magic outside of school. He knew he was now considered an adult, thanks to his Lord status; but he still wanted to confirm it with the goblins.
Satisfied, Harry exited the guest room he had been occupying since the previous evening and entered the Chief Goblins' office. Harry was pleased to see the goblin at his desk.
"Good morning, Gornunuk Fireclaw", Harry said leaning against the wall near the door. Fireclaw nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise, causing Harry to smirk. He certainly loved surprising people. He simply couldn't wait for the time he could rub it on Dumbledore's face.
"Ah. Good Morning, Lord Potter. You took me by surprise", Fireclaw chuckled, "I hope you are ready to leave. We've got a lot of work to do today"
Harry considered asking Fireclaw to address him as 'Harry' instead of 'Lord Potter', but quickly dismissed the thought. He rather liked the powerful feeling the word 'Lord' had to it.
"Yes. However, I'd like to know something. Since I'm magically considered an adult now, does that mean I'm allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts?", Harry inquired.
"Yes, of course. The trace would have been nullified. The ministry would not be notified of your usage of magic"
"I'm really glad to hear that. It solves some rather unnecessary problems" Harry quickly cast a glamour charm on his eyes. They now resembled a normal pair of deep sapphire blue eyes.
Fireclaw nodded. " I had the map of the castle retrieved from the safe last night. It is located somewhere near the magical community of the Glengarriff village and the village itself is located in the Beara Peninsula of County Cork, Ireland. We shall use the floo. The place is called 'Stinky's Inn'"
Harry acquiesced with a nod of his head. After Fireclaw flooed out, Harry grabbed a pinch of the glittering Floo powder, stepped up to the fire and threw the powder into the flames. The flames made a whooshing sound and turned an emerald green; Harry quickly stepped into the warm green fire and stated "Stinky's Inn".
After passing through a numerous number of grates, Harry quickly came to a stop and gracefully stepped out of the fireplace. Feeling very pleased with himself for not embarrassingly landing on his arse, Harry grinned smugly and cast a cleaning charm on himself. His new abilities were definitely a blessing.
Unlike its namesake, the inn was a clean little place decorated with wooden furnishing. He could see a gentle looking gray-haired old woman puttering busily at the counter. The breakfast table was empty except for a middle aged couple bantering in mild tones. The smell of freshly baked bread and countryside permeated the entire room. Harry glanced around and found Fireclaw waiting for him at the door. Nodding, Harry moved to stand beside the elder goblin.
Together, they exited the inn and found their selves standing smack in the middle of a country lane. He could see a few houses dotting here and there on both sides of the road. Fireclaw glanced at the map he was clutching tightly in his hand. With a nod of his head to Harry, he began striding forward.

After walking around for nearly three hours under the bright and hot sun, Harry had to admit that if it had not been for his creature strength, he'd have been a puddle by now. He noted from the corner of his eyes that Fireclaw showed no discomfort other than a slight change in his breathing. So, goblins were indeed stronger than wizards, despite their shorter stature.
How much longer, Harry wanted to ask but refrained. He felt it was rather undignified. He mentally scoffed as a snide thought entered his head. When had he started worrying over dignity? Last time he checked, he'd been rolling around in the mud on the Quidditch pitch fighting with Malfoy like some sort of a street urchin.
Harry grimaced. Well, that was before everything happened. He had turned over a new leaf this past week. So, only the present mattered and counted. Scowling, Harry automatically went over the mental list he had on the ones whom he wanted to hurt the most.
Really. He could even give excuses to both Voldemort and Bellatrix for their doings. They both were off their rocker a.k.a. blissful insanity.
But what bugged him the most was the fact that Dumbledore was completely sane and so manipulative. A puppeteer. He took away the free will of everyone around him. He uses people and discards them after their usefulness expired. And he hides everything behind his thrice-damned twinkling blue eyes and that benevolent smile. Harry felt that Dumbledore was the worst of all. The old man had had way too much of time in his hands to plot. He would make sure that wouldn't be the case in the future.
"Lord Potter, we've reached the wards", Fireclaw interrupted him from his musing.
Harry blinked. Cancelling the glamour on his eyes, Harry scanned the surrounding area and all he could see was the beach on one side and a vast stretch of trees on the other.
"What are we supposed to do now?"
"How would I know, my Lord?"
After receiving a dark glare from Harry, Fireclaw amended his previous statement, "What I meant was that the instructions we had been given ended here. It is up to you now to know how to enter the castle"
Hn. The castle was obviously warded. So, it must either want his magic or blood to verify it was him.
Oh well. Harry slowly reached out within himself and felt for those little energy waves that always seemed to co-exist with his blood running through his body.
He had never known before that a magical core was actually sort of sentient; he had always expected it to be just some abstract concept that people always referred to. He had only learned that he was wrong in his thinking during one of his recent forays into the Restricted Section. The concept was simple actually.
Muggles had a heart and it generated blood. It was purely physical. However, magical beings were different. They too had a heart but it was almost intertwined or maybe it rather coexisted with another entity which is to some extent, sentient. This was the core. And the researchers have no idea where it comes from. They say it's like magic. Ah, the irony. Anyway, magical beings rely on both their core and their heart for survival. If either one was snuffed out, the being would immediately die. Period.
Harry simply latched onto those little waves of magical energy pulsing just under his skin, trusting that it would lead him to his core.
However, the second he felt his magical core, he suddenly recoiled as if bitten. What the ... His own core had felt alien to him. Almost volatile. Sure, he could feel traces of his former magic somewhere mixed within it. But, on the whole, his magic felt unfamiliar to him.
Fireclaw had warned him that his magic would rebel against him unless he controlled it. Apparently, it was due to the sudden influx of the Dark Ones' wild magic into his core. It was like a power play; all about who controlled whom. Either he had to submit to the magic or the magic must. He knew this, but he'd never expected it to be so literal.
He could almost taste the mutinous feeling in his magic. He did not like it one bit. It felt as if he would be devoured by it. Damn, Fireclaw was right. His core was definitely not cooperating.
He somehow felt betrayed that his own magic was fighting against him. Stupid, he knew. But still ... it was his. He was its master. He felt irrationally angry but also slightly irritated with himself for his churlishness. He would just have to make it obey then.
But not now. Now was not the time. After making sure that FIreclaw had warded himself with a few shields, he imagined the waves of magic rushing inside him to lash out against the wards, hearing a large crack on impact.

Slowly opening his eyes, Harry blinked. The first thought that crossed his mind was 'there goes the fairyland castle'.
Then, Harry started grinning quickly followed by full-blown delighted laughter. It was nothing like he had ever imagined. This was just amazing. The castle was an awe-inspiring sight.
He wasn't even sure it could be labelled as a castle really. It was more like a fortress or a citadel.
And it was his. His birthright.
Harry felt almost giddy from the realization and the dark magic that saturated the very air that he was breathing. His own magic rejoicing at the feel of the ancient magic they were surrounded in. The magic was so old. After all, it had been almost five thousand years since the magic was cast and anyone had stepped inside its mighty wards. Harry felt almost blessed to be the Chosen One. Almost.
Looking sideways, Harry stifled a chuckle. If he had been awed, the Chief Goblin was about a hundred times worse. He was still on his knees from where he had fallen when Harry's magic had lashed out against the wards. The goblin's jaw had practically dropped down. Truthfully, not an enticing sight; but it still looked funny. Fireclaw's reaction wasn't surprising, considering the fact that the goblins almost worshipped his ancestors.
Turning his attention back to the majestic structure looming before him, he would truthfully admit that not even in his most vivid imagination would he have imagined that such an imposing structure was even impossible to construct. It simply boggled his mind to imagine the type of magicks employed to construct it from the scratch. Oh and it was indeed constructed entirely with magic. Each and every stone was imbued with magic. It was almost like the stones itself were magic. He could feel it. Not even Hogwarts was built like this.
From what he could see, a large main gate stood behind him and a series of buildings were spread out over a large area in front of him; the entire area was compounded with nearly fifty foot gray-stoned walls branching out from the main gate on both sides topped with spears and torches.
Some buildings were connected to each other with bridges built of some light-coloured stone. Towers and turrets rose from every other corner; unlike the smooth rounded towers at Hogwarts, these were spirally jagged with a primeval look to it.
However, everything paled in comparison to the main edifice that rose from the centre among the buildings; terrifying in all its glory. It stood separately from the others and loomed, casting shadows on everything in its path.
Harry assumed that that was the main framework; the building where the Dark Ones dwelled. Harry chuckled. The Dark Ones sure kept appearances directly in line with their reputation. The main structure was completely built of polished black stones. It sure felt intimidating to him. Then, for the enemies? They would probably piss themselves. For a fleeting moment, Harry wondered what Ron would think before shaking off that undesirable thought. It did not matter.
The defences were marvellous. From what Fireclaw told him before, it appeared that the small protruding areas were actually hiding places from where one could shoot spells at an opponent in the battlefield, unseen. It was deceitful and dirty. But everything was fair in war, he'd learnt that the hard way.
"Shall we go in?", Harry gently prodded the still slightly stunned goblin. Without waiting for an answer, Harry strode in, looking for all the world as if he had been roaming these grounds forever. Fireclaw quickly scrambled after him.
After going through a series of large double doors, Harry finally stood in front of the polished metal doors that led into the 'black tower' as Harry dubbed it.
Since there were no visible handhold, Harry shrugged and simply placed his palm on the door and pushed. Instead of immediately opening, he felt a sudden intense burning on his back for a whole second before it stopped. Then, the doors slowly moved inwards with nary a creaking sound.
Ignoring the gasping sound from his companion, Harry quickly took in everything from the high vaulted ceiling to the dark carpets spread out across the room. It actually resembled a sitting room with several plush sofas and cushions littered elegantly around the room.
Harry tried not to dwell too much over a few pieces of furniture whose material suspiciously reminded him of animal and human skins; which truthfully, they most probably they were. Harry absently noted that there was not even an iota of dust visible anywhere.
But the most predominant thing in the living room were the four life-size portraits lining the wall of the Dark Ones. Harry moved in to take a closer look. It looked like they were coming out of a trance. Harry guessed that the portraits must have been under a sleeping charm.
As each of them regained themselves, Harry couldn't help but marvel at their beauty, oblivious to the fact that he himself was in par with their exquisiteness. Shaking his head, Harry gave them a deep bow and said respectfully, "I am honoured to meet you, My Dark Ones"
"Pleased to meet you as well, young one. Who are you? I have never seen your portrait before", the silver eyed one-Javed-pointed out.
Harry blinked.
The dark haired woman-Seshafi-rolled her eyes exasperated. "What an idiot. It's not him, but us who are in the portraits, Javed. Don't mind him, little one. He's always been a little weak in the head since 'The accident'"
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly at the 'young one' and the 'little one' titles, but kept his mouth firmly shut, not wanting to offend them. Harry sniffed. He knew he wasn't 'little' anything. He was still a little sensitive about height issues, what with him being slightly vertically challenged before he came into his inheritance.
"Might I remind you that it was 'an accident' caused by you Seshafi", Javed growled out, scowling at her.
"Don't mind them both dear. What is your name?", Galena asked.
"Harry Potter."
"Are you the Chosen One?", Agron asked in a deep voice.
"Yes Sir."
"Do you know what happened to Cailean? How many years has it been? What changes have happened since then?" Javed enquired eagerly.
"Gornunuk Fireclaw knows more about this than me, Sir. I only came into my inheritance yesterday. So I believe he will be able to explain it better than me."
Harry watched as Fireclaw knelt before the Dark Ones and started his narration only after they asked him to rise. Harry mostly tuned out what he was saying, only registering the utter reverence and obedience in his tone as he spoke to his ancestors. He would gain that level of respect from the others, Harry vowed. Harry only stopped him once at the end to fill them in about the prophecy.
"So, you have one very powerful enemy", Seshafi mused.
"Two", Harry muttered under his breath, though they still heard him.
"This Albus Dumbledore, I presume", Agron noted.
Harry nodded.
"And the reason? I agree it was wrong of him to meddle in your financial affairs but I don't think you consider him your enemy just because of that. I believe you have some other reasons to hate him. Either way, you will eventually overthrow him to make yourself the Ruler of the Magical World."
Harry blanched slightly at the last statement but ignored it - for now. Scowling, Harry spat, "Because he betrayed my trust. He manipulated me and used me as a stupid pawn in his game which I will never forgive. He is also one of the reasons I lost my godfather, why my childhood was a rotten hell, why my life was a whole fucking game. I blame him. Is that not enough?" Before he reached the end, his eyes were glowing like verdant whirlpools swirling with hate; with slight golden flickers in them.
His aura which he usually had great control over, he let loose. Harry noted gleefully that his aura which had been slightly black and forest green from afore was completely gone to be replaced with pitch black interspersed with thin tendrils of green, red, silver, blue and amber woven through them. Harry knew that those threads were indicators of himself and his magic mixed with his ancestors.
Harry watched as the Dark Ones' eyes lit with pride and approval.
"You do realize that it will be a tough feat to fight both Voldemort and Dumbledore at the same time, don't you?"
Harry glared, then sighed. "Yes, which is why I've decided to cozy up to Dumbledore - for now"
"We have to plan... ", Javed started with a definitely cunning glint in his eyes.
"...carefully. Especially with this Dumbledore. You have to play it right. Not too aggressive yet you should stay out of his hands", Seshafi noted.
"I know", Harry murmured, his mind going through all the things he had to plan. Harry felt a happy feeling grow in his chest when he realized he had four other people who could advise him.
"When are you going to move in here, little one?"
"Day after tomorrow" Harry hesitated before continuing," I have to train but I have only three months."
Harry hoped they had some solution to that. The four of them grinned mischievously which made hope blossom within him. Maybe there was a way after all without involving blasted time turners.
"We have an idea."
Harry looked up expectantly.
"We'll tell you later."
Harry scowled, which made all four of them chuckle.
"Fireclaw, I believe you will be able to arrange for the tutors that he will need. They will teach Harry here at the fortress. However, they will have their memory wiped at the end of their stay. "
Fireclaw nodded his head indicating that he understood.
"Now, little one. We shall decide on the subjects that is necessary for your survival and victory", Seshafi said kindly.
"Warding is very important. I believe it will be easy for you however. It is one of our traits to see magic; so you only have to learn how to cast it as well as dismantle it. So, Runes is a must."
"Defence, transfiguration, charms. They will not take long for you to master, since I believe you should have already studied them in your school from what you told me earlier", Galena commented. Harry nodded.
"Sword fighting and knife play. Weapons always give you an edge over your enemy", Seshafi drawled, her eyes slightly unfocused as if reminiscing about some long ago battle.
Harry shivered, a jolt of anticipation going through him as he imagined himself in a battlefield surrounded by jets of spells and the cries of pain as life and death hinged on one single moment.
"Potions" , Javed piped in. Harry grimaced.
"Latin, French and German tutors. You would need it, little one, when you need to travel to other countries. You can never be at a disadvantage. Ever."
"Fireclaw, you say the wizarding world is ruled by a ministry now?", Agron sneered; the same expression mirrored on the others' faces as well.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Then, you must study Politics as well. Not only wizarding politics. You should also know about some of the internal and familial politics of some magical beings. Especially Vampires. They were finicky even back then. Fireclaw, you must find someone very clever and adept at manoeuvring these political waters. Use any means you possibly can to bring in only the best."
Fireclaw who was writing all of this down, nodded.
"I believe that will be all as far as the instructors are concerned. Other than that, I will teach you the Dark Arts, Javed - the Blood Magicks, Galena - the Elemental Magicks, Seshafi - the Mind Magicks", Agron concluded.
"If you want, I can also teach you Animagus Transformation", Javed winked.
"I would love that", Harry grinned.
"If you want to learn anything else, we will certainly teach you. After all, we do have centuries of knowledge with us", Seshafi commented dryly.
"I can do parsel magic", Harry told them. He had completely forgotten about that.
"Parsel... Morgana, you are a parselmouth. We knew a few nagas during our time. But it was something you simply couldn't learn. Though we certainly tried. It was one gift we enviously tried to obtain."
Harry grinned smugly.
"Dumbledore says Voldemort transferred his powers to me that Halloween night, which is actually a load of bull. Apparently, I am an indirect descendent of Salazar Slytherin which is why I can speak parseltongue."
"This is simply wonderful", Javed laughed delightedly. "I hope you have a pet snake"
"I don't but I do have three snake eggs that are yet to hatch. Um... all this is good and well. But how am I supposed to learn all this? It will take months if not years to learn all that."
"Don't worry, little one. Leave it to us."
Harry shook his head. "Okay. I am leaving, but before that I'd like to take a look at the library."
"Sure, dearie. But try not to get lost", Galena smirked.

After trekking through what seemed like countless corridors, Harry finally found the door through which he entered. Merlin, so many books. Galena had not been joking when she had advised him not to get lost.
Finally, Fireclaw grumbled. The goblin had simply occupied the chair by the door deciding to take a little nap.
Smirking, Harry glided downstairs to the main room, trying hard not to think about that little paragraph he had read in Seshafi's journal...
[slash scene]
"...pulling Galena in front of me, we both settled comfortably on one side of our enormous bed and proceeded to watch Agron and Javed. Though we never shared our mates, we all enjoyed voyeurism to some extent just as long as it was us four. Agron's dark eyes filled with lust and love as he watched Javed needily moan underneath him. He was quick to tie Javed's wrists to the headboard with a black silk rope just as Javed spread his legs wantonly urging Agron to take him.
From our position, we had a nice view of Javed's cute little arse and Morgana, did that turn me on. Clutching Galena closer to me, I tilted her chin so that I could kiss fully on her lips and nibbled at her lower lip making her giggle. I could tell from the wetness coating my fingers that Galena was indeed enjoying herself watching our male duo go at each other. Smiling tenderly at her, we quickly focused our attention on them, just in time to watch Agron spear two fingers into Javed's twitching pink hole. After fingering him for a few minutes (during which, I have to admit Javed spewed forth some quite the impressive dirty things...I have to say, it even topped mine), Agron poised himself and began thrusting inside the smaller man. Hard. I actually winced. That should have definitely hurt. But, Javed just like everything else does the contrary, yelled, 'Harder'. I simply chuckled. Javed will always be Javed.
I very much wanted to make love to Galena that I could hardly wait, but knew that should I start without those two , they would surely bite my head off. I can't blame them after all.
I did promise them that I would wait until they finished so they could watch. Besides, we are going to test that new crop today. They would surely want to see its effects for themselves.
Anyway, life is definitely good. Nearly Eight Hundred years yet our sex life is still great...perversions and all..."
[end slash scene]
Hell. He had not wanted that tidbit of information. He would have been perfectly happy to go on thinking that his ancestors were saints and nuns. Now, it seemed like that the words had been seared into his brain. And to top it all off, he had started feeling slight stirrings of arousal. Merlin, he needed a lay. Or a wank.
He reached the sitting room and tried to slip out without the four portraits noticing. Just as his luck would have it, a deceptive voice called out, "Going without telling us, little one? I wonder why..."
Harry turned to face Javed and blushed fiercely, "Oh n-nothing...I-I just...It slipped my mind"
"Really? Are you sure? Or maybe you saw something you shouldn't have, eh?", Javed teased with a knowing look in his eyes.
Harry vigorously shook his head. He was not going to take the bait. Though it made him wonder if the portraits were able to read his mind. Was that even possible? He wouldn't be surprised if they had charmed their portraits to do that exactly. They were mad geniuses after all; that much he knew now, given that nearly half the library held books which they themselves had written. Or, maybe he was just that obvious to read.
Not wanting to ponder on that thought, Harry quickly bowed his head and said, "See you all. I have to go now. Bye." and made his escape, leaving a trail of amused laughter behind him.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please leave a review. Just so I know what you think. Suggestions and constructive criticism are also welcome, But no flames please (My heart will break :P ) If you have any ideas regarding the story, I would also love to know that. If it is feasible, I'll try to include them in the story. And another thing, do you like the Dark Ones?
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