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Dark Gods In The Blood	By : Hayseed Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This story is complete,
not a work-in-progress. Chapters
will be posted daily. There are thirty
chapters in total, not counting prologue and epilogue.

The only thing I will say here is that this work is a bit of
a departure from my previous stuff and while the R rating is quite deserved,
it�s probably not the the reason you�re hoping (sorry...). Oh, and I guess I ought to mention that
there�s character death (it�s mentioned in the first line--literally--so you
can stop without getting sucked into the story, if you want).

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Summary: A wandering
student comes home, a broken man pays his penance, and a gruesome murder is
both more and less than it seems. Some
paths to self-discovery have more twists and turns than others.

Rating: R, for
intermittent dark themes, violence, and language

Disclaimer: Nothing
you read here (save the plot and bits of the text itself) belongs to me. Harry Potter and his cronies are the
property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. (and someone else, probably, but not
me). All chapter headings are properly
credited to their sources.

Dark Gods in the Blood

by: Hayseed (hayseed_42@hotmail.com)

A Prologue of Sorts

They
love nature in so far as, for them, she calls to �the dark

gods in the blood�; not although, but
because, sex and

hunger and
sheer power there operate without pity and

shame.

-- CS Lewis, The Four Loves

Harry Potter was dead.

It was unthinkable. Two
days before he was to pass his thirty-second birthday, one of the greatest
heroes of our century breathed his last.

So young, people said as they read his obituary. So young and so brave.

He had survived so much.
Survived and triumphed in the end.

A mere child of seventeen -- not even due to take his NEWTs
for another three weeks -- had returned to the school from which he�d been
abducted not quite twenty-four hours before.
Bruised and battered -- on the brink of death himself -- Harry Potter had
dragged the cold, solemn corpse of his greatest foe through the doors of the
Great Hall and deposited the body unceremoniously at Albus Dumbledore�s feet
before collapsing himself.

Not only had he escaped his nemesis, as he had so many times
before, the exhausted young Harry Potter had finally managed the impossible --
the utter, wrenching victory over one of the most evil men that had ever lived.

At seventeen.

There was weeping in the streets and a celebration in every
house. And their hero just having
presented them with freedom from at least one of the monsters haunting their
nightmares, the wizarding community finally granted him his fondest wish.

They left him to his own devices.

Well, more or less.

There were always the few who would recognize the young
wizard as he lived his small life.
Recognize him and approach him, more often than not. Some would thank him and might even shed a
couple tears as they wrapped their arms impulsively around his shoulders. A few daring souls would present him with
their children, christened Harry in the aftermath of the wonderful Harry
Potter�s triumph. Mostly boys, of
course, but several girls as well.

He never complained, though, tolerating these few meetings
with equanimity. In reply, the public permitted
his relative privacy.

His wedding, to a pretty, unassuming Beauxbatons witch he�d
met through a mutual acquaintance, was quiet and only attended by those
invited. Even the birth of his son Nicholas
went unmolested by the public eye, as did the birth of his second child -- a
daughter called Alice.

By all accou Har Harry Potter had exactly the life he wanted
to live.

And now, inexplicably dead.

The funeral details were kept as classified as the most
damning of state secrets. His widow and
half-orphans, immediately whisked to Hogwarts under the care of Albus
Dumbledore himself, were kept cloistered and as comforted as the circumstances
could allow.

There, with the assistance of Harry Potter�s stolid best
friend, Ron Weasley, the funeral was quietly planned, the arrangements for both
a service and a burial were made. A
baffling request from Harry Potter�s Muggle aunt was made for a genuine Muggle
funeral service and not denied. Dumbledore
and Harry Potter�s widow found themselves quite unable to refuse Petunia
Dursley�s obviously tearstained letter, although they did wonder to themselves
why she felt such a thing necessary.

The great Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts and mentor
to the now-late Harry Potter, announced to the Daily Prophet in front of the
Minister of Magic himself that he was intending to give Harry Potter�s
eulogy. A shaky Ron Weasley, pale and
uncharacteristically quiet as he sat at Dumbledore�s side in the same meeting,
indic tha that he had turned down the offer himself. Dumbledore also added that he would allow the eulto bto be
printed in the newspapers, but that the Potter funeral was to be otherwise
completely private.

This last, announced in a tone that brooked absolutely no
argument, was an attempt to save Harry Potter in death from the martyrdom he�d
tried so desperately to avoid in his life.
Public orations of grief usually only serve to resurrect saints, after
all.

That did not, of course, keep the requests for details from
trickling hesitantly in. A few owls
from officials at the Ministry, tentatively arguing that Harry Potter�s funeral
was a matter of public interest and thus the public shoul rep represented. These owls were, naturally, coldly ignored
and went largely unanswered, although Ron Weasley shot off a fiery letter to
the Minister of Magic�s own pompous request.
A copy of said request was later printed, side-by-side, with Weasley�s
rebuttal on the front page of the Quibbler, although many people believed that
those couldn�t possibly be the actual documents.

And so it came to pass that no one knew where the funeral
was to take place, save the closest of family and friends. No one even knew where Harry Potter�s grave
was to be.

Out of respect for their hero, the public allowed this
silence to be maintained. As the day of
the funeral drew ever closer -- a week after Harry Potter�s startling death, a
mere five days after he would have celebrated his thirty-second year of life --
several people were spotted in the streets with suspiciously glistening eyes,
in bars sullenly nursing their drinks.

Murmurs rose in the streets, in the bars full of people
drinking to forget.

The courageous, glorious Harry Potter, Boy Hero and Kind Savior
didn�t simply die all of a sudden at such a young age. Especially not, as the Daily Prophet had
phrased it, �at home.� And certainly
not now -- a young man with a budding family and a promising future. He hadn�t been in the public eye for more
than a decade. Frankly, it made no
sense.

The whispers intensified.

Murder.

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