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Watching Sorrow	By : shatteredstar21 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Prologue:

“Finally,” whispered the young man. “I will fix it all; I will be released from the torment of my own stupidity.” The man in question was a beautiful sight to behold, he had glowing green eyes, with slit silver pupils, his hair was long, it stopped just above his hips. His skin was a wondrous pale honey color, though it hadn’t seen the sun in over 50 years, and his lips were of a delicate peony hue. Though he was beautiful however this was not the most spectacular thing about the young man, nor was the fact that he was still young after 2,000 years of life…No, the most spectacular thing about this boy was that he was a chaos beast.

COV

I remember when we found out that Dumbledore was alive, how we smiled when we learned that he had faked his death with Severus so that he could hunt horcrux’s. I remember how we threw a party for the old man we all loved… and I wish now that I had known the truth then. ‘It has been more than two thousand years since I was tricked into destroying my mates, I was the chosen one. Beloved of all magic. But when I was born, I was bound, my magic was put into a non-functioning state, and I was sent to an abusive home. My relatives did everything imaginable to me, and when I was eleven I was “rescued” by a gentle giant. Oh, I’m sure that if you know your history you know who I am, I was ‘The Boy Who Lived, Defeater of the Great Dark Lord Voldemort.” And for all of that at first I could not understand why after I finally killed the monster who slaughtered my parents, wiped out the hordes of his death eater’s (not even one survived) why, after all of this did I feel empty?’

‘I didn’t find out until 6 months later what was wrong, not until I overheard Dumbledore and Snape wondering why I wasn’t dead yet. Snape was being all sorts of ruffled, talking about how ‘this shouldn’t be possible, he should have died after he killed his second mate, no chaos beast should be able to survive the loss of his mates, his very magic should have destroyed him!’ at first I didn’t know what he was talking about; I didn’t realize that they were talking about me… so I just kept on listening. Dumbledore started trying to soothe him, discussing what could be done, because I was dangerous… suddenly he stopped and said ‘Severus, that is it!’ he hasn’t died because his magic is still bound! If we release his magic, it will seek his mate and when it discovers that he himself has destroyed them, it will destroy him!’ I could actually hear Snape thinking at this point, and was desperately trying to figure out who was a chaos beast (they never actually mentioned my name)… at that point I had to pause… what was a chaos beast?’

‘Finally after several moments, Severus said “we should release the other boy’s magic at the same time, then we will have a halfway decent use for the excess power, and he will finally be at full power for our plans.” Dumbledore agreed and they started discussing plans for the rituals, it was then that I discovered who they were talking about…sort of. I heard them mention me and Blaise Zabini, but I didn’t understand which of us was to take what role, and I thought that surely, my beloved professor would be setting my power free for this and perhaps Blaise was the one that had to die… I couldn’t have been more wrong.’

‘I finally left, seeking the library, my curiosity driving me. What was a chaos beast? It took me 5 hours to find out what a chaos beast was, and what I found surprised me, it was just a short article, but it told me that I needed to help Blaise. This was not right at all. Here is what I found in our rather severely depleted library:

Chaos Beast: a being that is created by magic to protect the world, each has between 2 and 6 mates, in theory there could be more, but 6 is the largest quantity recorded. Known to have many traits of magical creatures, voice of the siren, hunger of the incubus/succubus, blood hunger of the vampire, shape-shifting, and dream walking. There are believed to be other powers that are individual to each being.

Their eyes are generally of strongly unusual colors. Hair can be any color, but generally will not grow until maturity. These creatures have extraordinarily long lives, in fact one has never died of natural causes; their body has a peculiar healing mechanism, in general they will heal in a way similar to humans until they are severely wounded, in which case their body tends to go into a coma and heal everything at an amazingly rapid pace. These are rare and amazingly powerful creatures, and the only time of real weakness is in infancy, or when rejected by a mate while unbonded; beware readers… should you cross a chaos beast, there is no place in any realm that will grant you sanctuary, for these are truly magic’s most beloved children.

I had always loved magic, and she had always tried to grant me what I needed, she gave me a place in Hogwarts, and even when she could not protect me she at least never left me alone. I felt that if I could help one of her beloved, perhaps it would be a step towards repaying her for her kindness. Now, at this point you might be wondering why I did not realize that Iwas the chaos beast, what with my glaringly green eyes and honey colored flesh. However, to me, my eyes didn’t seem that amazing, however Blaise, with his lustrous ebony skin and glowing ice-blue eyes seemed more likely to me than myself. In a week’s time both of us were called forth for the ritual, and I had a plan to disrupt it. It was very simple really, and I didn’t understand the price involved. You see, my understanding of the ritual was flawed, while researching I came upon a text that partially explained the ritual, it would suck the magic and life force out of one of the two in the circles and feed it into the second, awakening all of their latent abilities, and all it took to reverse this process was for one of the two beings to carry a piece of amber against their skin.

Since we were told only that this was a ritual to awaken abilities that were dormant within us, and that we were going to be allowed only the simple white cotton robes over us, I took a small piece of amber and snuggled it into my belly-button. You see, I thought that by reversing this ritual I would die, but at this point in my life that seemed acceptable to me, I was tired. All my life I had been abused, I had won a war, fought ff a psychopath, been betrayed by my friend’s and had no one to miss me. Blaise still had his mother to love him and his little sister adored him… to me, this was only fair; that I who had nothing should fall in place of the boy who had love. So I didn’t fight, I walked into that circle smiling softly, ready to move on to the next adventure, and allow magic’s most beloved child a chance to escape.

When the ritual began, there was beauteous warmth that felt of love and acceptance against my skin. I smiled; magic accepted my sacrifice for her own. I stood there waiting for the end to come… suddenly Blaise started screaming, and a cord connected between the two of us… at the navel. I felt the stone start to heat within my skin, and I joined in the screams. The pain was far worse than any mere cruciatus, and through the pain I realized in horror that the power was not flowing from me but to me. It was at that moment that I realized how truly complete this betrayal was on the part of my mentor.

When the pain finally stopped, both of us hit the floor, until that point I had not realized that somewhere during the pain we began to float. When I landed all that I could think was that I needed to get away, any where safe, where I could get supplies and escape HIS insanity… and I felt my body dissolve. Mere seconds later I was solid again, and I was next to my trunk, which was thankfully packed (I hadn’t wanted to force someone to have to clean up after me after my death). I grabbed my wand from the top of the trunk, shrunk it down and swiftly went off to Diagon Alley. It was truly fortunate that this summer I was staying at the leaky cauldron.

Somehow in mere seconds I already had a plan ready, to aid in my escape, my first stop was to Chester’s Trunks. Several months ago before this started, I had considered leaving England; escaping all of the fame and going somewhere to simply learn more about magic. At that time I had ordered a most unusual trunk. It held 6 compartments, each of which held a small dimensional fold to vastly increase holding capacity. I was suddenly glad that I had told no one about this plan of mine; and that I had already paid for the great creation… it was now just awaiting my retrieval. So I went and gathered it up, placed my hand on the circle that caused it to shrink to the size of a wallet and put it into my pocket.

I knew that Dumbledore had great influence, stronger than mine, and that once he figured out what had happened he would try to freeze my assets, as such, I knew I had better get to them first. With that decided I swiftly strode to Gringotts. Once I was there I walked to the podium of the head floor goblin and spoke swiftly and quietly. “I need to speak to Account Manager Griphook, immediately. The goblin sneered at the page he was looking at and then glanced at me with an expression of disdain, until he saw my face. Letting out a gasp, he swiftly rang a bell beside himself, and a goblin who was even better dressed than the one in front of me actually RAN to where we were and looked with concern at him. After seeing the way he wouldn’t look away from me, the new goblin turned his glance upon me; his reaction was less obvious but I could still see he was unsettled by my presence by the way his eyes widened. He looked away from me, giving the floor a swift, and assessing glance, seeing that we had very few people’s attention; he quickly relaxed a bit, it was only then that I realized he had fallen into a combat ready stance.

He looked at my face again critically then quietly stated “please, follow me, we have things that we should discuss in privacy.” At this point, I was exhausted, confused, and very scared, so without any argument I simply followed him. He led me to his office where he did what I would have LEAST expected from any of the proud goblin clan, he knelt before me. When he did so, I felt a strange instinct, and so I followed it, “rise child of gold, your services are needed, please step forward and assist me.” With these words, he rose from his kneeling position, and ushered me to a chair. I swiftly sat in it, feeling my knees getting weak; it wasn’t until I had sat down that I realized my hair had grown, as I felt it slide against my hips. The goblin sat before me and looked me over with a strangely searching look. After a few moments, he appeared to get a hold of himself and looked me in the eye. “You said that you needed our assistance, what can we help you with?”

I got straight to the point; I told him everything that had happened, Dumbledore’s betrayal and my expectation of dying, over hearing the conversation between Snape and the old coot. I explained that I had nearly no information about myself, and that I needed to get all of my liquid assets into my trunk and escape before I lost the opportunity… and I told him that I had been tricked into destroying my mates.

When I was done, the goblin looked up at me, and I had never seen an expression like that in any face. The undiluted rage, and the wrath ready to pour forth evident in every line of his face…strangely, it warmed the void in my chest. He spoke and then suddenly I understood why... for some reason, he truly cared. “We will aid you, young one. Please hand me the trunk that you wish your belongings to go into.” Without as much as a second thought I handed over the trunk. The goblin accepted the trunk, but did not get up yet; he glanced at me again, and then stared at the wall to his left. Without looking at me he asked a simple question “what do you intend to do about all of this?”

Until the moment he asked me that question, I had no solid plans beyond run, flee, to escape. However as the words left his mouth I could not help my mouth from responding “I will leave this country, learn of myself, gain control of all of my powers, gain enough knowledge to be able to make a difference… and then I am going to get my mother’s assistance to go back and prevent it from happening.” The goblin looked at me inscrutably for a moment longer and then broke out in a toothy smile. “When you are ready for that step, come back to me here, I know a ritual that will get you back to where you need to be. Just ask for Ashsalt.”

After that he finally left the room where I was sitting. And not twenty minutes later he reappeared before me, the trunk once again the size of a wallet. He handed it to me, I stood and put it into my pocket as I attempted to give my thanks. He quickly interrupted me “the Aurors are here already, and have just now put a freeze on your accounts.” He paused to smirk at me, as if to say ‘isn’t it a shame they’re already too late?’ then he continued “we know of a place to send you to start your training, will you accept our offer of a recommendation and a portkey?” I looked at Ashsalt slowly and then nodded. “With my thanks.” He smirked again, and handed me a ring that I swiftly recognized as the Potter head of house ring; just before a hook caught just behind my navel and I appeared… elsewhere.
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