Dark

Chapter 1: The Dursleys

IF YOU KNOW ME IN REAL LIFE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Summary:
NEXT CHAPTERS ARE MUCH BETTER!!
Pretends to be canon (skip if you want)

The world, the Wizarding World especially, was jam-packed with mysterious things, even for those well-acquainted with the power that was Magic. There are always new charms, potions and spells being discovered everyday. It's basic. Muggles had a curiosity for basically everything and in some ways, that was even better. The less you know, the more there is to discover.

There were two different types of Magic, however, separated by a very thin line, one drawn by those supposedly of the 'good side', those who could draw upon their 'morals', and claim nobility. Most 'dark ' magic had been outlawed so there wasn't much of that being discovered, or at least broadcasted. They would get into trouble and that never meant anything good for a magical being.

Trouble always seemed to have a penchant for one Harry Potter.

Harry looked around at the dilapidated shack. It had been years since the last time he was here, and though his stay here was didn't last more than a day, it was a place he would never forget, for reasons we all know far too well.

Prior to this fantastical occurrence, Harry had resided at the Shell, Bill and Fleur's cottage by the sea, a cosy hut with shaky wards at best, but it was the only site the Death Eaters at the Ministry had yet to discover.

The world at the time was a disaster. The 'Light', the overly moral side mentioned earlier in this monologue, had given up and focused on saving themselves, (or preserving life, as they would say) killing anyone who happened to stand in their way.

Enough about his sorrows, however.

His neck hurt, as he looked around, his glasses, crooked as he'd remembered them hanging loosely on the bridge of his nose. The remnants of the birthday cake he had drawn in the sand scattered across the floorboards.

And then, he felt a presence, a subtle yet commanding sensation, one teeming with a sort of warmth. Magic, he thought, and a magic so familiar.

BANG, came the sound of the door as it fell
open.

"Sorry 'bout tha' " his thick Scottish brogue clearly accentuated, even through his mess of a beard, "Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could ye? Hasn't been an easy journey." 

He had to blink several times before he could process what to do.

It was all too familiar, like a case of Déja Vu, except he knew the cause. Well not exactly...

"Is that you, 'Arry?" he said looking at Dudley. The Dursleys', he now realised, were cowering by the stairs, and by the purplish hue that Vernon's face had taken up, they weren't happy. He rushed to his feet.

He was tired, he realised, and weaker than he used to be, physically, at least, but most of all...

He was offended. How could Hagrid think that that fat lump of flesh was him? He stepped out of the shadows and looked up at Hagrid, unable to stop himself from smiling, just a touch, much to the Dursleys' confusion. Hagrid, however, was oblivious and Vernon and Petunia were too frightened to react.

"Las' time I saw yeh, yeh were only a wee baby." Hagrid chuckled. Harry had to think to himself. Who on Earth breaks down a door, apologises, tells a kid that they're a wizard then leave expecting them to come with you? Nevertheless, it worked.

However real it felt, it was difficult for Harry to understand exactly what he was doing here, and what these tendrils of 'magic' were.

There was a weird sensation in his body, the sort of sensation one could not dream to explain, one that came from the very core of his being. There was an energy that he didn't know he had. There was no way to explain it except that it was unfamiliar, and not 'pure' - at least, not pure in the way that a Patronus felt leaving his wand.

It was cold, and the sea breeze that seemed to come from every corner seemed to be the source. He breathed, a deep breath, and felt the same tendrils of magic leave his body, just a bit, enveloping him, and only him.

It was warmer.

Whatever this was, whether it was a dream or not, he was going to make the most of it.

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE MUCH LONGER! SORRY, I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO START A STORY YET!

Thank you for reading. I gets better, I think. This chapter was super cheesy.

BTW In this story, Harry was EXTREMELY talented in Dark Magic.

Like super powerful. I know, cheesy.