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Dark Lord Rising	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16554 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter List
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“I wonder why the forest near the school is forbidden.” Harry randomly said aloud one Sunday afternoon.
He, Draco, and their small group of friends were in the common room, sitting in chairs near the fire. After the ‘mistletoe incident’, as people began to call it, the other dorm members took to avoiding Harry as much as possible after witnessing what happened to Blaise in retaliation for kissing Harry. It was so horrible and embarrassing that no one took the risk to utter it, hence why it was all referred to as the mistletoe incident. They did not want to evoke Harry’s wrath, and took the best choice by simply avoiding him as much as possible.
End result: Harry and the rest tended to have the advantage of getting whatever seat in the commons they wanted, such as the closets chairs to the fireplace.
They also had a slight bit of power too: if they wanted silence, everyone didn’t even remember why they were talking in the first place; if they wanted to be alone, everyone suddenly had something to do that required them to be in another room.
Blaise was, of course, perfectly fine. After a trip to the hospital wing, anyway. Harry never aimed for permanent damage.
Draco, who was pillowed on Daphne’s lap, sat up to give Harry a look. “Because it is dangerous, obviously.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Then why would the school be here? And if the school came first, why would someone allow such dangerous creatures inside what could have been a perfectly safe forest? And if both possibilities were in fact impossible, why not set up wards to prevent students from going inside?”
“How do you know there are not any wards?” Blaise pointed out from his seat beside Harry.
“Because then Dumbledore either would not have given that warning, or he would have informed us that there was a ward.” Harry retaliated.
“Why does it matter Harry?” Daphne groaned. She, along with the rest of their ragtag group, knew that if they let Harry get an idea in his head, he would pursue it until all his question were answered, or there was an acceptable reason to why his question couldn’t be answered.
“Because if this is supposed to be a safe environment, then how could they allow something like that to be in our proximity?” Harry huffed. “The third corridor had been warned to give you a ‘horrible, most painful death’ and a troll got into the school. Just how safe is Hogwarts?”
“Well, what do you want to do, Harry? Go into the Forbidden Forest?” Pansy snapped.
Everyone groaned and glared at Pansy, who suddenly looked contrite as she realized exactly what she did. A smirk came over Harry’s face as his eyes lit up.
“Yes, I will in fact. Tonight.”
Blaise sat up and gave him a look. “I am going with you, Harry.”
“So am I.” Draco drawled, already knowing where this is all going.
“Well, if Draco is going, then I am too.” Daphne and Pansy chorused.
“Great.” Harry stood. “I am going to go prepare.”
When he left, they all shared a look.
“Why do I feel as if he planned all of that?” Blaise said.
Draco snorted. “Because he did.”
The rest in the room outside their group stayed silent and kept to themselves. They knew that if they even thought of ratting the group out, they would have to face the consequence. Of which would more than likely be decided by Harry. That was a little too scary for them.
~oOo~
Night fell quickly, and Harry was practically thrumming with excitement. His face was blank as ever, however, as he faced his friends. They were once again in the commons, but unlike before, the air was now tense.
“Harry, do we really have to do this with you?” Blaise complained, straightening his heavy black coat.
The raven arched a brow. “You are the one who said you are going with me, Blaise.”
Blaise huffed. “I know what I said.”
“Then there should be no problem.”
“Oh, be quiet.”
Daphne snorted. “There is something wrong with the two of you.”
“Why, Daphne, I didn’t think you were capable of giving compliments.” Harry smirked, smoothing down his own cloak. “Shall we?”
He turned and strutted towards the door. The others had no choice but to follow. Draco in particular frowned and increased his pace so that he was walking side by side with his twin.
“Harry, what exactly is the purpose of us doing this?”
“To find out why it is so ‘forbidden’, of course.” Harry replied immediately.
Draco could not respond, as by that point, they had left their dorms and were in the halls of the school. Professors patrolled the halls throughout the night, and it would put their House to shame should they be caught. It was a grueling process as Filch and his cat being their main worries made them more cautious, and causing them to move slower.
But alas, they made it to the front doors without a hitch. There was a brief pause when they had to hide, as Quirrell walked through the hall they were trying to enter. Harry was sure the man knew they were there, quite certain he saw a smirk, but they had not been caught; therefore he hadn’t dwelled on it too long.
There was another pause, right before the hall leading to the front doors, when Filch passed. Thankfully, he had been too busy cackling about something to notice them. They sighed in relief; any time Filch was in a good mood that meant that someone got a harsh detention, and it also meant that he would leave all the other students alone for at least a good week.
And then they were outside. Everyone, save Harry, shuddered and pulled their cloaks closer to their bodies as the brisk winter wind blew fiercely. The forest was just to their left, as was Hagrid’s hut. They saw no lights coming from the hut, nor did they saw smoke rising from the chimney, and assumed that Hagrid either wasn’t there or was asleep.
Smirking, Harry quickly made his way across the slightly wet grass. When he passed by Hagrid’s hut, he stopped and paused for a moment. Eyes narrowing, he turned to face the depleted building.
“Fang is not there.”
“Fang?” Blaise came up beside him. “You mean Hagrid’s mutt dog?”
“Yes.” Harry eye’s scanned the area. “He is not here.”
“Then that mean Hagrid’s not here.” Draco said, frowning. “Then where is the half-giant?”
Harry’s eyes widened and he turned to the dark forest in front of them. “In the forest, with students. That is why Filch was so happy. There are students serving detention by going into the forest.”
Pansy gasped. “Who would allow such a thing?”
“Obviously Dumbledore.” Harry snorted. “Come on, let us continue.”
Blaise stopped him before he could move forward by grabbing his arm. “Harry, you cannot be serious. We definitely cannot go in there with a professor in there.”
“The forest is large; it is unlikely he will find us so easily, Blaise.”
“But—.”
The dark skinned boy was cut off as Harry yanked his arm away. “Fine, stay. Go back to the castle, to the dorm.” He turned away with a flick of his cape. “Coward.”
Indigo eyes widened as Harry strutted off, towards the forest. The others looked at Blaise, at his pale expression. It was obvious he was fighting with himself on whether or not to follow Harry anyway. His gut instinct told him to go back to the castle, but his mind told him to stay with Harry, protect him.
Just as the others turned away to leave Blaise and follow Harry—who was practically in the forest by this point—the dark skinned youth’s face hardened with determination and he took sure, long strides as he hastened to catch up with Harry. The others followed after him, naturally. Harry didn’t look up when Blaise stopped beside him, but a small smile curled his lips upward.
As was expected of such a Slytherin, everything went as he planned so far.
Five minutes passed before they were truly inside the forest. The trees grew so thick and heavy that not one beam of moonlight shone through the leaves. Both Harry and Draco pulled out their wands and casted a Lumos—a spell Lucius taught them both a few days after Harry’s arrival, when he realized the raven had nightmares and tended to shirk away from things in the dark. The others pulled closer to them as the foreboding darkness of the forest itself seemed to close on them.
Harry was fascinated with the place. When the Lumos trick hadn’t worked as well as Lucius had hoped it would, he took a pause in his original lessons with Harry in order to teach the raven to embrace the darkness. To take it and use it as a comfort. That seemed to work with Harry; the trick had evolved and now he found more comfort in the cover of darkness than before, in the light. Or maybe he just had a naturally inclination to shadows.
Hence, he was not bothered by the darkness of the forest. In fact, he welcomed it. Unlike the others, who were too busy focusing on the light, he saw past the dark and saw the eyes peering curiously at them from the shadows. The beautiful flowers that apparently only bloomed in the night. The intricate way the trees and branches curved and twisted around each other.
Then a blood-curdling scream broke the mysterious silence of the forest.
~oOo~
“Harry, can you please listen to me next time?” An ashen faced Blaise said.
It was the next morning after the incident in the forest, and everyone looked worse for wear. None of them had gotten any sleep last night. Not after what they heard. But contrary to what they all would think, Harry looked rather pleased. Not that they should have expected anything different from the strange thinking raven.
“Nope.” Harry popped the ‘p’ at the end, taking a bite out of an apple—his breakfast for the morning, accompanied by a scone after being glared at by Draco.
“Harry!” Blaise exclaimed in exasperation. “Those centaurs were serious! How can you just ignore what they said?”
“I am not ignoring them.” Harry snapped. “I heard loud and clear what they said. I spent all night turning it over in my head. I can recognize a warning when I hear one Blaise, but that is all it is. A warning. They did not doing anything.”
Daphne looked up. “But they can. And they will. How is this not affecting you, Harry?”
Harry gritted his teeth and stood. “It is affecting me. Just because I’m not wallowing over it like you idiots are does not mean I am untouched by Firenze’s words. And I am sorely disappointed to realize that you guys do not see this. Excuse me, I must leave. Do not approach me.”
Draco stood, but stopped when Harry held up a hand and quickly strode from the Great Hall. A hurt look flashed across the blonde’s face as he slumped back into his chair. The others all looked down, the prickling of the eyes of their fellow Slytherin’s making them uncomfortable.
“He is angry at us.” Pansy whispered.
Blaise snorted. “You think, Pansy?”
“Guys, please. Do not fight.” Daphne sighed. “It was all of our faults for thinking of him as insensitive when we all know it’s the complete opposite.”
“What are we going to do to fix it?” Pansy asked.
Draco snorted. “Nothing, really. He is more hurt than angry. Harry’s almost like an animal; when hurt and backed into a corner, he will lash out. We will all end up in the hospital wing and he then will be angry. First, we must wait until he calms down.”
All the way across Hogwarts, a grumbling Harry stomped into the library. Oh, the audacity of those idiots. And they dare call themselves his friends? Who needs friends anyway? All they do is take up space, and waste your time and energy.
Inside the library, Harry hunted for a quiet place to sit and think. Classes began during his search, but he felt no urge to go. If he did, he would have to see their faces, and at the moment that was something he did not want. He sat down on the floor, and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Firenze’s words haunted his mind.
“Beware, young one who is engulfed by shadows, for your actions can take you down two paths. It is up to you, and your choices, to decide which path that may be. One will grant what you want the most, and the other, what you fear. You must figure out your true wants and fears, and soon, lest time passes and then it will be too late. Heed my words, young of the darkness, for next time you enter the land of centaurs, it will be my arrow in your head, not words. It seems the stars are constantly crossing for you, dark one, and we will have no involvement in it.”
Since then, Harry had been worrying over the words in his head. Of course, he would not dare tread into the centaur’s land again without permission. He would still go back to the Forbidden Forest, however, as not all of it was the centaurs’.
He knew what Firenze was saying, but what did it all mean? He was only eleven; there was no possible way he could know what he truly wanted. Or what he truly feared. How long did he have until it was ‘too late’, like Firenze said. Was it in an actual quantity of time, or was it meant to be metaphorical, such as if his personality or psyche goes through a change? It was all too much for Harry to handle.
Time passed quickly for Harry, as he stayed deeply immersed in his thoughts. No one found him, as he did not want to be found, and therefore there was nothing to alert him to the changing of the time. He had actually planned to go to class once he’d calmed down, but than he began to think about things, and before he knew it, it was lunch time.
“—Arry..Harry! Mr. Malfoy!”
Harry’s head snapped up and he came face-to-face with an amused Quirrell. The man was crouching in front of him, sitting on his haunches with his arms dangling between his legs and an eyebrow arched almost lazily.
“Professor…”
“Care to explain to me why you missed my class?” The man drawled.
“Ah!” Harry blinked as the smell of lunch wafted up to him coming from the Great Hall. He cleared his throat and looked away. “I apologize, professor. I…had a lot on my mind and time completely flew by.”
Quirrell shifted. “Would you like to talk about it? I hear sometimes it is best to let out things that require all your focus.”
Harry hesitated, but only for a brief moment. “Professor…if someone told you something that was very important, but you were unsure what to make of it or what to do about it, but you knew you absolutely had to…what would you do?”
“Quite a heavy question for one so young, is it not?” Quirrell’s eyes flashed red briefly.
“Please, if you could answer it?”
“Alright then, answer me this first: what does your heart tell you?”
“My heart?” Harry’s brow furrowed.
“Yes.” Quirrell nodded empathetically. “Your heart. Not your gut, or your head, as those sometimes lead you to rash decisions that could result in something not of your favor. I would know.”
The last was a mutter, and Quirrell’s eyes flashed deep red as he said it. Harry took a deep breath, nodding.
“For now, I will do as I did before. I feel…as if it is not yet the time for me to be worrying about such things.”
“Good.” Quirrell stood. “Next time you have a problem that requires you to miss my class, come talk to me about it before you do. Oh, and that will be ten points from Slytherin, young man.”
Harry scowled, but accepted the punishment. He did something against the rules, and therefore had to face the consequence. That was the way things had to be.
After lunch, he attended his other periods. No reason to lose anymore House points, or catch a detention. Draco and the others tried to talk to him, but he avoided them. While he wasn’t still mad, he was hurt that they put so little belief in him. Especially Draco; his twin was supposed to know him best. He did well not to show how hurt he was—this was possibly the best mask of his yet—and the others still thought he was angry. He was perfectly okay with that, as he wanted more time to think about things.
The rest of the day was rather bland. Only one blimp occurred, when he ran into Weasley, which proved to be entertaining. Who knew that Weasley was scared of spiders? Or that he could scream like a girl? It was funny making Weasley flush in embarrassment and shame when they locked eyes. Harry could remember when he and the others ran towards the scream, thinking someone was being attacked.
A blood curdling scream pierced the air. Harry shared a look with the others before turning and running towards the direction of the scream. He stopped in surprise when he saw a large spider—probably about the size of his head—scuttling away. Then he looked up and saw one of the Weasley’s, pale and shivering as he pointed a shaking finger in the direction of the spider. The others caught up just in time to see the spider disappear into the foliage, and Weasley falling to his knees as his legs gave out.
“S-s-spider! B-big s-spider!” The red headed stuttered out.
Blaise began snickering, joined a moment later by Pansy and Daphne. Harry, mostly out of shock, stayed silent, and Draco’s face was red from the blonde trying not to laugh. It was then that Weasley noticed them standing there, and his face turned a hideous shade of red that contrasted horribly with his hair and freckles. The eleven year old scrambled off of the ground and ran away in the opposite direction of the spider.
At that moment, the centaurs came thundering into the area.
Harry shook the memory from his head and looked back down at his work. After classes were done for the day, he went to all the professors who classes he missed and got the homework and classwork he missed. They wouldn’t give him the notes, however, which was something he resigned himself to have to get from Draco.
He frowned and bit the end of his quill, which he had yet to dip in the inkpot. Draco had been the first to notice Harry’s avoidance, and the blonde seemed really hurt about it. Harry could also sense his regret. Maybe he needed to have a talk with his twin.
Honestly, if anyone, then it was Draco who should have realized just how fascinating Harry found the Forbidden Forest, and just how hard it would be for him to take heed of the centaurs’ words and avoid the place. He just absolutely had to go back. The place was just too bloody interesting.
Draco walked into the room at that moment, causing Harry to look up. They locked eyes for a moment, before Draco gave in first and looked away. Harry scowled and stood, and Draco took a step back.
“Dra—.”
“I apologize, Harry.” The blonde rushed. “I should not have jumped to conclusions so easily like how I did. I know it hurt you, and I really regret it.”
“No, Draco.” Harry strode forward until he was directly in front of his twin. “It is my fault. I should have made my intentions clearer, and for that I am sorry. I know I also hurt you by avoiding you like that.”
The blonde shook his head. “Harry, if we had not pushed you so far in the first place—.”
“Then I would not have had the time to think about things the way I did. I needed that time to think about what Firenze said to me.”
“Then…” Draco bit his lip. “You are not angry?”
Harry smirked. “No, my Dragon.”
Draco sighed in relief. “Good.”
After that, the rest of the year passed by with relative ease. Harry passed all of his classes as the top student, with Draco right after him in second, and the bushy-haired Mudblood as third. Harry admitted that the girl was smart for a Mudblood; had he not had such a love for reading that he was pre-advanced in all his classes, and that he forced Draco to be the same way, he was certain she would most definitely be the top student.
He never outwardly ‘forgave’ Blaise, which made the Italian youth rather paranoid and itching to please Harry. He had told Daphne and Pansy, but he never told Blaise that the dark skinned eleven year old was forgiven. Blaise spent nearly the rest of the school year trying to forgive Harry, before the raven finally let him off a week before the last day of school.
The Great Feast was nothing different from the one they received at the beginning of the school year. The only different thing was Dumbledore announcing the House cup, which Slytherin had won. Truth was, overall Slytherin was always the House to receive the less amount of points throughout, but unlike the other Houses, they rarely lost any points. Harry was certain that in total Slytherin had lost only around thirty points—ten of which were attributed by Harry—which was more of a weekly basis lost for the other Houses. Gryffindor came in at a close second, as they had won majority of the Quidditch games—something Harry planned to remedy soon as second year began—and therefore gained bulks of points, most of which were lost by the twin Weasleys on a daily basis, which was a key factor in their loss. Ravenclaw came in third; their high intellect and eagerness to show it off gained them points in the class room. Hufflepuff was last, only second to Slytherin in the point gaining-wise.
Harry kept his eye on Quirrell throughout the meal. Something seemed different about the man, though he couldn’t place what it was exactly. Quirrell seemed…almost impatient. He was fidgeting, tapping his foot and moving around the food on his plate. Maybe he was eager to leave the students for the summer, as was how Harry also felt. Many times their eyes had locked, and every time, Quirrell’s eyes flashed red. Something was up with the man, and Harry was determined to find out what. Hopefully the man would be returning for his second year. Just like everyone else, Harry knew of the reputation of the DADA professoring position. No one ever lasted more than a year. Harry hoped that this was not the case with Quirrell.
The ride back to Platform 9 ¾ was much like it was when they were returning home for Winter break. Only had only Blaise to lay on, as the girls had taken Draco from him for their own comfort. He did not mind much, as long as he could sleep comfortably. And he didn’t even bat away Blaise’s hand when the Italian began to brush it through his hair.
Overall, the school year had not been so bad. Harry was actually looking forward to next year. But first, it was time to relax.
~oOo~
“My sons will be returning home from Hogwarts shortly, my lord.” Lucius glanced upwards demurely.
Bright red eyes looked down at him. “Sons? I was under the belief that you had only one child, Lucius.”
“I blood adopted one who came from an abusive Muggle family, my lord.”
“Abusive?” It came out as a hiss. “What is the name of this child you adopted, Lucius?”
Lucius hesitated. “My lord…”
“Tell me!”
“Harry Potter, my lord.”
Silence. Lucius dared to look up. Wide, red eyes stared at him in shock and disbelief.
“Harry…Malfoy…” He whispered, eyes growing unfocused as he thought. “Of course…I wondered how…but…he is nothing like…”
“M-my lord?” Lucius called tentatively.
“Lucius…I believe Dumbledore will be in for a surprise.” Red eyes grew bright with mirth and laughter. “His little ‘weapon’ came out nothing how he thought it would. I want to meet your children this summer, Lucius. As soon as the ritual is complete.”
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