Allied With Darkness

The new home.

Light. Everywhere. It surrounded him like a shroud of serenity. Peace filled the deepest edges of his soul, momentarily wiping his thoughts of all woes. The warm embrace of a mothers love.
But a moment only lasts so long.

All too soon reality reached out and pulled him down, down back to life. The world reformed around him creating a mystical picture,gone all too soon as he connected with the ground. In a daze, he lifted his head from the unforgiving stone, his eyes stubbonly refusing to focus. Then everything snapped together with a silent click.
Harry knew this place, a hall upon many a time he and his enterage had leisurely strolled, (one certain redhead still yet to come to the relisation that they were dastardly late for their next lesson) yet there was something that did not sit right within his mind; an oddity. The knight stood resolute on the other side of the door: the wrong side. A glance to his right; certainly a picture frame had hung off of that wall.
What?!
Unease gripped his mind and his movements became that of an atelope sensing the eyes of the predator on its back. He swiftly came to his feet, emeralds sweeping across his surroundings assesing all within sight. This was not the walls the gryffindor knew; not the castle the hopefull orphan had come to call home.
Footsteps echoed through the air: Light, yet purposeful. Slytherins.

Pale hands dusted down casual muggle attire reserved for weekends. As the pedator began to come into view the atalope prepared its defence; its griffindor mas-

Emerald met steel.
Tom...