Chapter 1
Darkness. An endless puddle of water that is a struggle to free yourself from. Freezing and compressive. Unseeing and deafening.
Light. Unending sky's. Warmth and bright rays of sun. Anything good.
Demons and Angels
Evil and good
Balance, a gray area. A mixing pot of Darkness and light.
Reapers
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
The cries of a child go unheard into the night as death surrounds them. Warm yet cold. Light yet dark. A shield to keep out the worst of the biting weather.
Petunia gave an aggravated sigh as she braced her palms against the counter. Her nephew stared up at her through to large glasses. Eyes wide and body trembling. She takes a deep breath and smiles at the frail boy.
“Come on Harry. Let's get you something to eat before that spell comes back.” Petunia gives the, too small for his age, child a smile. It was tight. Harry nods quickly. Hoping not to catch the ire of her anger that wasn't directed at him. Ever since he was placed on her doorstep several years ago, she had been compelled to treat him like the scum of the earth. It broke her heart every time she got a hold of herself. The meager amount of magic Petunia possessed wasn't enough to shake the charm off completely. She had about two hours to feed and bathe the boy before the charm took effect again. The small child nods and lets his Aunt herd him upstairs. Petunia got out some chicken noodle soup and a pot to quickly make the canned soup while Harry bathed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she walked backwards into the panty door. She holds a hand to her mouth as a sob threatens to break from her throat. Petunia had to get this child out of here or he might end up dead before his letter came. Lilly is never going to forgive her.
In a split second decision she rushes to the attic. Vernon wasn't allowed up here. It was her space. She browsed the shelves quickly and pulled an ancient looking book from the shelf.
“May god forgive me for what I'm about to do.” Petunia mutters under her breath as she starts flipping through the tome. She was a hedge witch. A weak magic user who couldn't do spells. Brewing was the only thing her kind could do well. Not enough magic to wield a wand. Petunia stops on a magic circle. It was passed down from the “mortal” side of her family and a smirk graced her face. Petunia may not be able to get rid of her charm by herself, but the family's dog could. She nibbles at her lip for a moment and takes the book with her as she heads down stairs. A plan forming in her mind for after Harry eats.
Petunia gives Harry a soft smile while the boy eats the soup she had made him. The tome open on the table before them.
“I have an idea, but you will need to trust me on this.” She says softly. Harry flinches and ducks his head. Petunia's heart squeezes painfully. Harry nods and looks back up at her with wide eyes. “Our family for generations has had magic. As long back as we can track we've been saturated in magic. It's manifested in different forms. Your mother and now you, hold the strongest type of magic our family has ever had the pleasure of using since Merlin's reign. You have a fully functioning core.” Harry stares up at her in wonder. Petunia places a hand on the tome. She takes a deep breath and smiles reassuringly at her nephew. “Our family is powerful. Commanding man forces of nature and spirits. Our blood has a demonic and angelic tint.” She pushes the tome towards Harry. “This is yours now. I want you to summon this spirit when you have read over everything about this summon. It is powerful and will not always listen to you, but it will protect you when commanded.” Petunia stands up and takes the bowl from the small boy. “Go to your room and read over it. I'll call you to make dinner later tonight.” She turns to see Harry had already left with the book. The swift locking of the cupboard made Petunia breath out angrily. She's never going to be forgiven for her sins.
Harry stares at the cover of the book. A crest was guilded to the front in gold. Power and Rule were written in latin at the bottom of the shield. Harry opens the book to the first page and starts reading. He got through three fourths of the book before Aunt Petunia was banging on his cupboard. Harry winces at the anger and disgust that rolled off the woman.
“Get out freak and start on Dinner. You can go back to the dusty old thing once I deem the dinner perfect.” Harry scrambled to mark his place and leave the small space. Ideas about dinner running through his mind. Despite his situation, making food was one of the things he loved doing.
Petunia sneered at the food but nodded her head.
“Get going. Tuck yourself away.” She growls. Harry nods quickly and goes back to his cupboard. Petunia swiftly locks the door behind him and Harry picks the book back up. He's able to finish the book and thinks. The summon his Aunt wanted him to summon was a Raven. A wise being. The circle was simple enough along with the sacrifice. Harry thumbed at the edge of the page for the raven summon. He'll have to sneak out tonight.