It's darkest before dawn

Summary- Harry finds himself in an all new world, after suffering through a deep betrayal, a betrayal that actually gets him sent away from what had been his home world. But what awaits Harry in this new world? Will he really get a new start, or will he find his history repeating itself? What if things seem even worse for him, is that necessary true? This is a Harry Potter/Walking dead.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or walking dead.

An-Hello, Okay Smileadaykeepmeaway is my sister and she has given up all her stories so, I am going to be trying to take them up. As she asked me too. If anyone else wants to try as well go for it as with as well. I will not be making many changes in the chapters she already has but will be adding more soon. Also she wanted this to be slash so that is what this story will be.

CHAPTER ONE

Harry wasn't afraid to admit that he was utterly terrified about where he was, and what was happening to him; how could he not be. But at the same time Harry wasn't going to let any of that fear show on his face; least of all to that monster that was currently in front of him. That had been holding him prisoner and attempting to break him, for what seemed like ages to Harry.

He… no It was a monster that had for so long had masqueraded as someone Harry had thought he could trust. That he had belived had honestly cared for him as not the boy who lived like the majority of the wizarding world did but as Harry Potter. Now he knew better now; even if it had been a painfilled hard lesson to learn.

And because of that, as well as, the deep seeded betrayal he felt from it, Harry had become more determined than ever that he wouldn't show that thing anything to those who were keeping him prisoner. Not show any emotions, or any reaction, no he would be doing his absolute best to not anything; no matter how badly he was punished because of this decision.

Harry had already lasted the last five months in that manipulative creatures hold, putting up with everything that the man put him through, and had managing to still stay sane during it all. No matter what, throughout all the worst tortures, the bastard had put him through, as well as all the betrayals he had to face; Harry had done his best to keep his mind from breaking under it all.

Something that had actually been helped from the hell he had as his childhood, as that had granted Harry an incredibly high pain tolerance. Making Harry have rather mixed thoughts about said childhood, grateful it had granted him something that was now helping him survive better, but still utterly loathing the fact that he never really had a childhood to begin with.

But again, it was because of said childhood that, no matter how agonizing things had gotten, nor how heartbreaking, Harry had been determined to not bended, to not to break, and he swore he never would. After all, after everything he had already been put through, how much worse could it seriously get?

It was with this in mind, and an all new confidence inspired by said thoughts that Harry looked straight into the face of his capture, and then as he actually spat in his captive's face, as he snarled out.

"Do your worst! Because I'm not going to be the perfect little weapon you want me to be. I am not going to follow you around giving into your every order; not now and not ever again!" After saying this Harry knew without a shadow of doubt in his mind that he would regret saying it.

The look he had received from the man in front of him told him that much; at the very least. But at the same time, Harry knew even if he was ever given a chance to redo it Harry would still say the same thing; though he might hesitate a little in spitting in the man's face. Maybe. Most likely…okay probably not.

Harry felt the earlier terror that he had been feeling, not even minutes before, quickly return and replace the false bravo that he had just been filled with. When the Headmaster, who had brought him to his headquarters and began to hold him prisoner all those months ago, raised his wand in Harry's direction once again.

Seeing this wand pointed at him Harry began to curse his big mouth once again and despite how hard he tried he couldn't repress the small finch that his body gave at the sight of said wand.

Then before Harry could even put to thought about voicing said curses, or perhaps saying something that may have cooled the headmaster's temper down. He found himself under a powerful curse trying his hardest to choke back the screams that desperately wanted to leave his lips. It seemed Dumbledore had decided to take Harry's little advice and decided to do his worst; just as Harry had screamed at him to do.

As he was doing this Harry felt himself slip into his own mind so as to avoid the pain he was currently feeling. Which was something he had become really good at over the last couple of months, and as he did this Harry couldn't help but think back to how all of this hell had first started.

MEMORY

Harry was sitting on his bed reading a book that the goblins had sent him, one that his own mother had paid them to send him, just before his inheritance, and had done so right before her death. Making sure to have a note sent with it, telling him that it was vital for him to read it because he would need the information inside the book really soon.

Harry already knowing that he had nothing else and getting the feeling that it would be best if he did read the book, began to read it. Partially because of how he had felt he should, but mostly because his mother had asked him to.

Harry after deciding this noticed that the book in question had been bookmarked to a certain page. Noticing this and figuring that his mother must have done that for a reason, opened the book to the page his mother had booked marked for him.

Guessing correctly that that is what she wanted him to read and began to read from there. Eyes getting wider and wider as he took in everything he was reading. All the while as he did this Harry couldn't help but began to wonder just why his mother wanted him to read any of this in the first place.

What he was reading was about Shadow Nymphs and it read:

Shadow Nymphs

Shadow Nymphs, or as they are more known as by the few that do know them, the Nymphs of death. They are one of the least known type of nymphs out there. In fact, no muggle has seen and lived after seeing a Shadow nymph; so, these creatures are only known by those that have magic.

It is said that a shadow nymph duty is to see upon death's wishes and because of this they are guilds to the dead to their final destination. They are said to be the ones that are, or were, supposed to lead the soul to where they belong.

It has also been said that Shadow nymph are the more powerful cousins of the Banshee and can actually control these creatures if they ever needed to. Rather that is true or not has never been proven and the answers lie, and most likely died with, the Shadow nymphs.

Seeing as because of how dangerous Shadow nymphs are, and because they are seen as a representation of death, these creatures have been hunted down to what most believe to be extinction, and any known shadow nymph that is found is told to be handed over to the Ministry for proper disposal. So not much it known about these creatures.

That is not to say that nothing is known about them, seeing as my family has made it their mission to uncover all the information they can about these most mysterious of all Nymphs. And this book here holds all the information that my family has found throughout the centuries they have searched.

It is the most information that has ever been written on Shadow nymphs and now I am sharing it with all of you; as a way to honor my family and then ending of it. Because surely after this book is out the Ministry will come after me; either to question or silence me in some way. But they will not be able to silence the books, as I have made sure that there will always be at least one copy of it out there; goddess bless magic.

Shadow Nymphs, or any type of nymph for that matter, are not purely female creatures; they wouldn't have lasted as long as they did if they were. But like the Veela, whom most also assume are a purely female creature, they are a race of both male and females; with the female of this race highly outnumber that of the males. Which is why the majority of the population believing that Nymphs are only female; again, a tale very similar to that of the Veela.

But because of the fact that there are a large number of female Nymphs, and only a very few number of males, this leads to a lot of half human and half nymphs being born. Which lead to the death of a lot of them due to the prejudices against the Nymph half of their blood. Which unlike fully blooded Nymphs they have more difficulty hiding it as they do not have as much control when they are younger as full-blooded nymphs do at birth.

However, at the same time some of them where skilled enough to hide that side of their family, and those very few, had children of their own children, with normal humans, or even normal witches and wizards, which thins back the Nymph bloodline until there are no Nymph like characteristics left in said line.

Which is one of the reasons that the Nymph bloodline has been believed to be nearly, or in some cases, be completely extinct. The other being the hunting down and destruction of all known lines by the Ministry of magic; and this is in most countries.

However, and only known to a very rare few my family included, and now you due to this book, for reasons unknown to anyone but magic itself. The further down the Nymph blood line is in, the Nymph blood the easier it can be reawakening once more.

Leading to a full-blooded nymph being born during the inheritance of a magical being. This usually this takes place during the seventeenth year of a magical being; though it can, and has been known, to happen earlier or later than this.

This is the time when any family that the Ministry believe may even have a hint of Shadow Nymph blood them are watched the most carefully. Though this has died out in the last couple of years seeing as most believe that all lines of Shadow Nymph family have been successfully ended.

Out of the very little that is known about the Shadow Nymphs, the most common fact that is known, is the fact that they are closely related to the Banshee in some way. Which is a much more commonly known creature and is known to be a deadly beast that's very scream is known to kill anything hears it.

Not only that but it is said that Banshees go on hunts just to kill like this, and the steal the souls of those that hear their screams. Because the fact the Shadow Nymphs are so closely related to Banshees, and as some believe they can control these creatures, the ministry has used this as an excuse to have them both labeled with the same brush; as deadly creatures that need to be destroyed.

But this isn't true, at least not all of it. The main reasons that Shadow Nymph have been labeled like this is because how little is known about them, as well as the fear others have over the powers that the Shadow Nymph has. And of course, the fact the Ministry cannot control these creatures add to that fear.

Which because of this fear they want to destroy these mysterious beautiful creatures. Just as they want to either control or if not, that destroy everything else they are afraid of.

Yes, Like the Banshees, Shadow nymphs are not controllable and known for their fierce free spirit; like the very shadow they are said to have been made from. You cannot grasp shadows, you can't literally pick them up and move them where you want, you cannot truly control them. No normal human can.

Though unlike Banshees, Shadow Nymphs are not the bane, or the fear, of anyone who ventures out into darker places, or goes exploring unknown or undiscovered destinations. In fact, shadow nymphs are treasured among the very few who actual understand or know what they do; who know just what their purpose is on this world is.

Sadly, despite this fact, and the fact that no Shadow Nymph has been known to attack for no reason like their cousin the Banshee have been known to, the Ministry refuses to move Nymphs off of the dark listing with a kill on sight under their names.

Something which I think should be known is that even though vampires and werewolves have been known to kill more people in a year than a Shadow Nymph ever has been known to do. They are only on the avoid if possible part of the dark creature list; not on the kill on sight like Nymphs.

And worst yet the Shadow Nymph was one of the very first to be put on the kill on sight, right next to Dragoons; which are a form of humanoid dragons. Another creature who has believed to have gone extinct.

This writer believes that this fact is not because the Ministry actually believes that shadow Nymphs are deadly, but because of something similar to jealousy; as well as a good bit of fear.

Fear and jealousy of the Nymphs pure magical strength, their powers, their beauty and the fact that there is no known way to control a nymph. That is unless the shadow Nymph in question want to be controlled, willingly gives into being controlled; something that isn't likely to happen.

Back to the point of this book, the Characteristics of a Shadow Nymph be they male or female may vary depending on the person and their location they live in. Just like it does with many other creatures; such as Veela for instance.

But, like the other creatures out there, there are some characteristics that stay the same no matter what; characteristics that all shadow Nymphs have no matter the location or the person.

One of those characteristics would be that Nymphs are always beautiful, be they male or female; most almost delicately so.

Another characteristic would be all nymphs have or had in some cases, is the lean build they all sport. Not one of them would have an overly muscular build, even the males of these species. All nymphs are built with pure speed in mind, be it running through a forest, running on flat plans, in a dessert, or even swim through the water, they were all built to do this as fast as possible. You could say they all have built remarkably similar to that of an Olympic runner.

One thing that is unique or shows up only in the female is the fact that they have hair that it seems to change color depending in which direction it is being looked at. The female's hair color is usually something close to a shadow color; but seems to shift from shades of black or blue.

Males on the other hand usually have dual hair color one of them always being a more shadow like color than anything else. Unless the male is from the royal line, a line which has shown to be the only Shadow Nymph line where the male Nymphs have bone straight pure white hair which changes on the night of their inheritance and they considered an adult; no matter what color hair they had beforehand.

This has caused a lot of trouble among those that naturally have really pale or white hair as they have to prove to the ministry, they do not have Shadow nymph blood in their family line. Though since it has been over a good four hundred years since anyone one with the white hair of the royal blood has been seen. It is believed that the royal family has truly been wiped out; something my family sees as a devastating loss considering just what they did for the world.

One of the last features among the Nymphs that always shows up is the bright eye colors they have usually ranging from gem like purple to a shining green, to a rather bone chilling blood red and everything in between the three.

Any other characteristics the Nymph would have would depend on the family it came from; all of which is closely guarded secrets and only known among said family. That is besides the white hair of the royal which had only been leaked out by a traitor to the family who had hoped to take over from said family; at least from what my family had been able to find out that is what happened.

The powers and magical strengths of a shadow Nymph very depending on just what family the Nymph is from as well as the personal strength that said nymph has. But something all Shadow Nymph have when it comes to powers, no matter the strength they have in it, are control over Shadows, high healing abilities, high magical core for wizarding magic, beast speak, most times starting with either snakes or weirdly enough feline like creature, floating, allure magic, ghost like ability, the ability to sense the dead or when someone is going to die, advance speed, advance strength, and then there are the abilities that are only available to those in the royal bloodline; the strongest of the royal bloodline.

To better understand this, I will explain each power on its own, starting with the Nymphs strongest of powers, the one that the Nymphs were mainly named after; the shadows.

What this ability does is that the person, or creature, that has this ability can create, shape and manipulate shadows, as well as darkness to their very will. When it comes to darkness it can be used to cloud everything into total darkness that very few can see though.

While when it comes to shadows it can be manipulated into creating things like a spear of darkness rising from a shadow, a chains rising from the shadows to wrap it way around someone.

It can also be used to do things like making shields or transporting the user through massive distances via shadow. This ability gives the user a high skill in stealth as the shadows naturally wraps itself around the one who controls it.

However, like most powers it does have its limitations and weaknesses. These would be that things like distance, mass, precision as well as a few other things would depend upon the knowledge, the skill and the strength of the user.

The power would be limited to the natural limits of the user. Not only that but if there are a lot of lights and no shadows nearby it would be hard, if not outright impossible in some cases, to be able to use any shadow, or darkness manipulation.

The next listed ability, or power, would be the nymphs high healing abilities. This power is another reason that those who live in the night, or in dark places both respect and like the Nymphs.

This doesn't give the Shadow nymph the ability to heal others, unlike that of a sea nymph, but it does give the Nymph in question an extremely fast regeneration rate. One that the Shadow nymph uses to keep others safe at the cost on injuring itself instead of others if it has to.

Most of the time this is mockingly called a Nymph saving people flaw. But, in my mind, a person or creature who puts itself on the line to safe another, and has been known to do so multiple time doesn't deserve to be put on a kill on sight dark creature listing; know does it?

The third ability I had mention earlier would be the High magical core. I am sure most know just what this means but I will explain it none the less. What this means is that all Nymphs have a large magical core that can be used for magical spells; magical core have been found in most humanoid magical creature with the most common being witches and wizards.

It has been shown that even the weakest of Nymphs has a core that is at least twice as powerful as the average wizard. Whereas the more powerful has a magical core that is at least twice as strong as the most powerful pure wizarding humans. Which again give the ministry another reason to hunt down Shadow nymphs; in this case pure jealousy being the leading cause.

Though because of this much large magical core it has been shown that most Nymph have a lot less control over their magic and generally overpower their spells; unless they train otherwise. Because of this the Majority of the Nymph prefers to use their other powers then do what most call wizarding magic; mainly because it is less draining to them.

It should be noted that having an unusually larger core is more often than not a sign that the witch or wizard who has will have a creature inheritance of some sort during their inheritance; though this is not always the case. And most families will hide the truth if this does happen for fear of what would happen to them otherwise.

Beast speaking is another ability that Nymphs have been known to show and like stated earlier this ability first shows up with the ability to understand and speak to either snakes or feline like creature; such as cats, panthers or other large cats. This is one of the abilities that have been known to show before a magical inheritance and again is a sign that the witch or wizard that has it will have a creature inheritance of some sort when the do come to their inheritance.

Though just like having a large magical core, having this ability is not a guarantee that a creature inheritance will accrue during the seventeen birthday of the person; it just heightens the chances. Though some family who are purely human have this bloodline, or a part of this bloodline, in their lines.

An example of this would be the Slytherin family and their ability to speak to snakes. Though even that ability has some doubt to it seeing as it has been hinted at the fact that, that family had at some point through its line had breed with a Lamia; a dark creature that is right up there with the deadliness of Sirens, Banshees and Nymphs though association.

This though this fact has never been proven and completely off topic. The ability of Beast speaking is the ability to understand and to speak to animals. It has been said that the higher the intelligence of the animal the easier it is to both talk and understand them.

On the opposite side of this the lower the intelligence of the animal the less likely the animal is able to understand and speak to you. In fact, it has been proven that a lower intelligence animal is more likely to attack a best speaker for trying to speak to them than anything else.

Nymphs have been shown to be able to understand all creatures that live in its domain; be it only partially or not. Oddly enough this includes, all cats be they big or small, snakes, some dragons, and most magical creatures. There have also been the rare few that can understand all animal, but this usually appears in the same family and not with others.

Startlingly this ability is actually weaker in the royal family, usually leading to them to be able to understand and communicate with only one type of creature compared to the many others might be able to; usually either snakes or felines. This is one of the few abilities available where power doesn't matter, and it is all in the draw of the luck that real makes just how much talent a person will have in it.

The ability of floating, this is an extremely odd ability and one that not many would think would be very useful when they hear about it; not to begin with at least. What this power is, is an ability that allows the person who has it to float oneself, or different objects into the air, unassisted by anything else but their own power.

Be this over ground, water, pits, or other dangerous things such as fire. The more skilled and powerful the users of this ability in the more they can do. Some can actually walk while they are levitating; giving a whole new meaning to walking on air.

There is a limit to just how high a person can float, and this ability isn't flying so there is also a limit to just how long they can stay in the air; a limit that depends on the skills and power level of the user of this ability.

Allure magic is an ability that shows up equally in both males and females of the Nymph race be it forest, sea, wind or even Shadow, though in different ways that really depends on what type of Nymph it is in. This ability is similar to the Veela allure but not nearly as powerful nor as wild as it normally shows up in full blooded Veela.

In Shadow Nymphs this ability shows with how it attracts people to them, to their oddly dark yet mysterious beauty; though at the same time when angered this ability swiftly transfers to making them terrified of the Nymph in question.

This ability cannot be turned off and is always on giving the Nymph a sort of glow that makes them more noticeable by the people around them. Though because of how very few people know that nymphs still exist they are often mistaken for half breed of creatures like veela; again, because the strength of the allure isn't as strong as a full blooded veela is.

The next mentioned ability would have to be the Ghost abilities. Which are skills in this such as intangibility, where the user can become ghost like and move through things like a ghost can.

In some cases, this can also include invisibly or even minor abilities in telekinesis. Though that is not always the case, and like all abilities training is a must when it comes to learning to control this ability. Because this ability tends to act out on emotions; usually the wanting to disappear or embarrassment to begin with.

The ability to sense when the dead are near, or when someone is about to die. Is a lot like what it sounds but at the same time more. What this ability does is make it so the user is capable of sensing the oncoming death of someone one or they can sense when the dead are near them; be it ghost or zombie.

To make this easier to understand what this ability is, is the ability to determine when someone is dead or dying or is going to die soon. And in some case if others have died in specific locations; as long as they were or are close to the person with the power in question.

There are limitations to this ability. Like distance, which depending on how strong the ability is there is a limited range that it can be used on. In the worst-case scenario this ability is always on and can't be turned off; which doesn't happen often.

Advance speed this is an ability that sounds just like it's named and give the Nymph speed that is faster than any human can get without training. In the beginning and naturally a nymph is a good five times faster than any normal human can get.

With training, like with anyone else, the Nymph speed can become fast. The fastest known Nymph was a good twenty times faster than any human was and that was both on land and under water. This is one of the reasons that the belief of nymph running from gods had gotten started as it was believed that only a god could catch a Nymph when it was serious about running.

When it comes to speed though it should be known, without the shadows, Shadow nymphs are the second slowest when it comes to running, coming in faster than Fire nymphs; who are known for their pure destructive skills as well as known for fighting instead of fleeing.

Though with the help of the Shadows, the shadow nymphs are the fasted ability to teleport through the shadows if they need to any other place that holds shadows in it; so nearly any place in the world.

Advance strength is another ability that sounds like just what it is and gives the Nymph strength that no normal human can reach; not without the help of magic or serious training. This time it is only twice the strength of a normal human to begin with. Which put the nymph below pure strength to that of the strength of a vampire and werewolf, who are normally a good four times stronger than a normal human can be; or at least to the newer werewolves and vampires seeing as their power only grows as they age.

But at the same time the Nymph is stronger than a Veela; who has about the same power strength wise as a normal human would have; though the veela in question would find it easier to gain more strength then a normal human would due to their healing abilities.

Because with training this strength, and the strength of any being be they creature or not, can be increased. The strongest known Nymph was eight time stronger than a normal human and twice as strong as a normal vampire, or werewolf; though the nymph in question was killed when it challenged an ancient vampire in terms of strength. A lessen in knowing your own strength and not getting arrogant about it if anything else.

The abilities of the royal family of the Shadow Nymphs are some of the most powerful abilities that the Shadow nymphs have as a whole; and are the biggest reasons that the Ministry feared the Shadow Nymphs to begin with.

These abilities are: life force absorption, the ability to transfer life force and with the strongest of the royal blood line the ability to control the dead to a certain degree. These are the main reason that Shadow nymphs have also been the Nymphs of death.

One of the deadliest, and most feared powers among the royal bloodline of the Shadow nymphs is the power to absorb the life force of others. As the name of this power suggest this power lets the user absorb the life force, the energy, the vitality and the health of someone else.

This energy goes into the user's body and can be used in various was, either by enhancing themselves, gaining the drained power or using the power drained as a power source; wither temporarily or in some cases permanently. The real danger of this power is that extended draining of someone, or something, may result in extended or permeant effect, such as death of the person it is being used against.

There are limitation to this power with the main one being the fact that this power is one that requires actual physical touch to work, and if the physical touch is broken then so is the ability; which if it happens in a starling enough way can leave the user open for an attack as they try to recover from the sudden separation. That is the main weakness in this power, that as long as someone isn't touching the person when the power is activated then it will not work.

The next ability ties in with the ability of life absorption, and it is the ability to transfer life force. What this is, is the ability to take the energy they gained to give to another. Most often this is used while touching two people at the same time, transferring the health of one person to another.

To either heal or restore one person at the cost of whoever is being drained; more often this is used on someone who had wronged the Shadow nymph to heal someone, or something, the shadow Nymph in question cares about.

Though this isn't always the case seeing as stored energy or energy from the user can be transferred if the user of the ability wants to; leaving the Shadow nymph just drained as they give the energy in themselves to another.

Like in the case of the life absorption this requires physical contact to work and in the case of a two-person transfer could lead to the death of the person the energy is being transferred from; which most of the time is usually the goal. So yes, the Shadow nymph can have dark tendencies, just like any other being in the world can.

The royal blood line ability to control the dead, however minor it may be, isn't Necromancy no matter what the Ministry may say. For one, a shadow Nymph cannot raise the dead from their rest, nor do they have absolute control over them in anyway.

What this ability is, and this is where the true job of the Shadow nymph shines through, is the fact that if there is undead, or dead that cannot be put to rest, the Shadow nymph can control them enough that they can get them to stop attacking and be put to rest.

Though in the case where there are simply too many of the undead for a single shadow Nymph to work with, such as case of Necromancy armies, then the Shadow nymph can use its power to stop them all from attacking and instead ignore the Nymph, and whoever else the Nymph wants, even if it cannot put it to rest.

The few known weaknesses of a Shadow Nymph would be that they burn easily, because they were made to be in the shadows and not in the sun; which grants them really pale skin. Though most Shadow nymph use a magic to protect them from this, so as to not burn as badly.

Because they regularly see through shadows, they have sensitive eyes and having bright light flashed in the can hurt them badly; sometimes leaving them blind for certain amount of time. Basically, because they are Shadow nymph, they have a weakness to bright lights; though again they have over time learned magic to protect themselves from the worst of it.

Another weakness can be that Nymphs are often rather playful and trusting. though this is less true when it comes to Shadow Nymphs due to their history. But one of the biggest weakness a Shadow Nymph has is that while it is very trusting, it holds a grudge. Much more so then that if the grudge is born off of a betrayal of trust. A grudge that a shadow nymph has difficultly letting go of, even if for their own safety.

One of the last few known weakness is the fact that Nymphs are highly emotional, and because they are connected deeply to their emotions, they cannot shield against them. Which in turn makes it so that a Nymph cannot shield his or her mind fully, something that leaves them vulnerable to those that can read minds.

At the same time very, few people have managed to come out of a Nymphs mind completely sane because of how wild both they and their emotions are. There are other weaknesses of a Nymph, but they haven't been fully proven to be a weakness for all Shadow Nymphs, so they are unknown at the moment. Something that isn't further helped by the fact that these weaknesses can very depending on just who the Nymph in question is. After all some Nymph trains themselves against their weaknesses so they cannot be used against them.

Harry, after reading this, got a really bad feeling in his gut. He had a very good idea just why his mother had decided to send him this book. Seeing as out of all the things that she could have sent him she had sent him this book, bookmarked and that page, and he really didn't like that feeling. Even if he knew the feeling was most likely right.

At the same time, he knew he would be grateful for the book if his feeling was going to be right. A feel which Harry knew he was going to find out if he was right, or not, really soon seeing as it was almost midnight; the time his Inheritance was supposed to start at. In fact, it was only two minutes until Midnight right now.

Seeing this Harry took a deep breath as he counted down the remaining seconds until midnight stroke and then let a loose his deep breath when it his clock stoke midnight, and nothing happened to him.

It seemed that, for once, his gut feeling was wrong, and he had gotten all hyped up for nothing. Which was a relief to Harry as he really didn't need another thing on top of everything else, he already had to deal with. That is what Harry was thinking until an agonizing pain brought him to the floor as he began to suck up all the breath he could. It was 12:03 and it seemed his inheritance decided to hit him a little later than it normal would have.

Groaning Harry began to wake up and once he did, he began to wonder just why he was on the floor, and why his body hurt as much as it did for that matter. That's when everything that had happened, everything that he had read and all the fears that he had had, came slamming back into his head.

Cause Harry to groan once again and slam his head back down on the ground, ignoring the shot of agony said action caused, before slowly getting back up. Hoping, with everything that he was, that somehow his gut feeling was still wrong, and he didn't just go through a Nymph inheritance. That he could be normal for once. However even as he got up to check this Harry got the feeling that, that was a fool's hope.

As soon as he got to the mirror all Harry could think was that he honestly should have known better. Because there standing in the mirror wasn't his normal reflection and was instead something that looked remarkably similar to the picture the book on Shadow Nymphs had in it, Harry now looked like a Shadow Nymph; a royal one at that.

Seeing this, Harry groaned once again, and then knowing throwing a fit wouldn't help him with anything, began to instead take in the changes he had undergone instead; even as he mentally grumbled about how of course it would happen to him.

One of the first changes Harry noticed was the fact that he had changed from the skinny and unhealthy teen he had looked like before. Where he had literally been nothing but skin and bones, with perhaps a little bit of muscle from the time he spent on his broom. Now, he looked healthier than that, a lot healthier than Harry could ever recall actually being.

In fact, he was a lot taller than he had been before, going from a five foot two to a five foot eleven; almost six feet tall. Not only that but Harry noticed he had also filled out more than he had been before; having the tone runner's build that the book said all Shadow Nymph's were said to have. Harry found himself loving those changes.

But he got the feeling he wasn't going to be so enthusiastic about the other changes that occurred, still that didn't stop him from continuing observing his reflection for all the other changes that had occurred.

Which brought Harry's eyes to the next change that he noticed, and really, he should have seen it first. Which was the fact that his skin tone had changed as well. Going from a nice almost golden tan to an almost moon light pale; and yes, Harry could just about see a slight glow coming from it.

Harry seeing just how pale he had gone could really see just why the sun would bother a Shadow Nymph badly, anyone with skin that pale would burn really easily. Fortunately, due to Harry friendship with the Weasley's he had learned some very strong protection spells from the sun. Most of which he had learned from Bill Weasley, who spent a lot of time in the Egyptian sun; so, Harry knew he had some form of protection in that way.

Another change and honestly it was the first thing he really noticed after he looked in the mirror, but had done his best to ignore, was one of the more stunning physically changes that had occurred, and it was the one he knew marked him as someone from the royal Shadow nymph blood line.

And that was the changes his hair had undergone. Hair that Harry was currently running his fingers through slowly as he took in just how much it had changed. Like the book had said, royal Shadow nymph had straight bone white hair, and Harry himself had this hair. Said hair fell like pure silk through Harry's fingers, was even paler shade of white then Malfoy's hair was and fell like a waterfall down to Harry's elbows. Harry wasn't sure if he hated the hair or actually liked it; and he got the feeling either way it was there to stay.

The next thing Harry noticed, and this was because that he had decided to sleep shirtless the night before, was the fact that he somehow had gained what looked to be a tattoo of some sort on his chest.

One that Harry thought looked oddly familiar for some reason and one that was a bright green triangle with a circle in it, being cut in half by what looked like a straight line of some sort.

Looking at this tattoo that rested near his collar bone Harry couldn't help but shutter slightly as his gut feeling all but sang that this mark was really important, and that it was going to cause him a lot of trouble in the future. Something which Harry knew he could do without, but at the same time couldn't seem to avoid.

After noticing this, Harry took note of the fact that his eyes, while being the same stunning emerald green they had been, were now a lot brighter than they ever had been. Not only that but now he could see better than ever through them; better than he could even with his glasses.

Which Harry happily noted that he now no longer needed; something that almost had Harry doing a small jig of happiness. You know if it weren't for all the other changes, and just why he no longer needed his glasses in the first place.

After that it was the fact his ears had gained a slight and delicate point to them; one you really wouldn't notice unless you were staring right at them. Once realizing that his ears had a slight point to them Harry started to notice a lot of smaller changes that he had missed at first; having overlooked them for the more dramatic changes that just stood out the most.

These were changes like the fact his nails were now pitch black in color and the fact that Harry could now literally feel the shadows around him; feeling almost like what he would imagine a hug from a mother would feel like.

Seeing all of this and seeing that the only thing that was the same about him was the fact that he had the same color eyes that he had before, and the same now much hated, lightning bolt scar on his head. Well that and he was still both magical and male.

Harry swallowed once more before going away from the mirror and throwing himself on the bed; wondering just how he was going to cope with what had just happened. Just what was going to happen to him now that he was some royal shadow Nymph; which were or are supposedly hunted down by the Ministry.

As soon as he hit the bed Harry began to wonder just what he was going to do next, he began to wonder just how he was going to hide the fact he was a Nymph from everyone.

Because he certainly wasn't going to let the Ministry kill him like they had with the other nymphs they had found. Nor was he going to allow anyone to treat him the way Remus was treated in the wizarding world; if not even worse.

It had been bad enough being treated like that from his so-called family but he sure as hell wasn't going to put up with it from the so-called light side as well; or anyone else for that matter. Not anymore and not every again

This in mind and fueled with an all new determination. Harry got back up off his bed and began to gather all of his things together. Feeling grateful once more that his, oh so loving, family had decided to lock all of his things in his room with him this summer; so that his freakiness wouldn't contaminate their house any further than it already had.

Once Harry had everything back in his trunk and anything that could even remotely be called his all packed up, he grabbed his wand; the only thing of his that he hadn't packed up.

Once he had this, and once he had used the rune on his trunk to shrink it down, so he could carry it easier, Harry headed out the door of his room. Before heading toward the nearest bathroom; he needed to make sure no one could tell he wasn't human anymore.

He needed to make sure no one could find out he was a Shadow Nymph and then after he did that it would be time for him got out of this hell hole. After all, the way he looked right now was certainly eye catching, and certainly would be noticed if he decided to go out of the house.

Which meant that if Harry didn't do something to hide himself, he most certainly would be noticed by the rather poorly hidden guards that had been watching him all summer. Or if not that he would be remembered by anyone who saw him leaving; something that would just as bad as being seen.

Once he was in the bathroom, Harry quickly went to work on hiding his nonhuman features and doing his best to make the ones he couldn't hide as easily, like the elbow length white hair, he could very easily make it look like some form of teenage rebellion. Which with the help of skull themed beanie hat that he stuffed most of his hair in until only the very tips showed, was a lot more convincing.

After all, with the reputation his Aunt and given him around this neighborhood no one would raise an eyebrow at something like having white tips in his hair or at least that is what they would assume because in all honestly it was something that was expected of a delinquent like him.

It took Harry a good thirty minute to have everything looking good enough that Harry was sure that his 'family's' nosy neighbor wouldn't spot the differences he now sported; besides the tips of white Harry showing under his beanie hat that is.

He even made sure to walk and hunch down is such a way they wouldn't be able to really tell he had gotten taller and more muscular; at least not at the distance they would be looking at him from.

Harry taking another look in the mirror to make sure of this, and with a quick hope that the paleness of his skin would just be taken as him spending too much time inside, then anything else, gave a quick nod of satisfaction before making sure his shrunken trunk was hidden in his black jeans before spinning around and quickly making his exit out the bathroom; it was time he really got going.

Harry had just walked out the front door of the Dursley's house when he heard what sounded like a gunshot going off not that far from him. Knowing instantly what that sound actually meant Harry had his wand out and was ready to both defend himself if need be, or if he had to make a distraction so that he run for his life in an instant.

Only too slowly lower his wand when he noticed just who had apparated in. It was Dumbledore who was now staring down at Harry a grandfatherly smile on his face and his blue eyes twinkling merrily; having no care to the weapon that had just been pointed directly between his eyes. Harry seeing those eyes knew the man in front of him was actually the headmaster, no one could successful copy that twinkle in the man's eye.

Feeling slightly embarrassed at his jumpiness, and the fact that he had just pointed his wand at the headmaster, Harry began to rub the back of head. Then just as he was about to explain everything that was going on to the man in front of him; including his inheritance and the book his mother had sent him. He froze as a sudden feeling of dread in his gut told him that he shouldn't tell the headmaster everything; shouldn't tell him much of anything in fact.

Knowing his gut feelings were rarely wrong Harry, still acting sheepishly, began to explain just what was going on; editing it a bit of course. Knowing the headmaster was really good at finding lies so it'd be best to stick to the truth as close as possible, without giving out too much knowledge.

"Hey headmaster, umm my family has just decided to go on a vacation and they really don't want me to be at their house alone when they are gone. They were planning on simply locking me up, but I decided to volunteer to leave instead. I had been planning to go stay at the leaky cauldron for a little bit, you know get some books and do a little bit of studying while I could; maybe even a little bit of training as well. I was planning on flooing you when I got there to see if you were okay with that or if thought I should do something different than that." Okay so maybe he had done a lot of editing but still it did hold a hint a good deal of the truth in it; so perhaps Dumbledore wouldn't notice.

After all he wasn't welcome in the Dursley's and they been planning to lock him up while they went out on vacation. And Harry had volunteered to leave instead, he just hadn't told his so-called family that before he had left.

Not to mention Harry had planned to go to the Leaky cauldron, just not stay there for long. What with the fact he really wanted to get to Gringotts and see if there was any more information hidden in the family vaults on Shadow nymphs.

He had also been planning on getting books like he had mentioned, but quite a bit more than Dumbledore, or anyone else for that matter, would have thought of him getting.

Not only that, but Harry had been planning on doing a lot more than just studying and doing maybe a little training. No, he had been to do a lot of training; mostly to do with his new powers he supposedly gained as a Shadow nymph.

The headmaster though seemed to believe what Harry had said because he answered Harry without a moment's hesitation in his voice. Making Harry give a small mental sigh of relief as he did so.

"Well, My Boy, why don't we go see The Weasley family I am sure they would love to take care of you and will have a place for you to stay at until we have everything figured out." Harry as he heard this, couldn't help but think that something about the way the headmaster had worded it sounded a bit wrong.

In fact, as he mentally repeated just what had been said Harry wasn't quite sure if he liked the way that it was worded; something about it was raising the hairs on the back of his neck. But all those feelings were pushed aside as he realized just where Dumbledore had said he wanted Harry to go; he was going to the Ron's house. His first friend, his best friend in fact, and the teen he thought of as a brother's home.

Dumbledore seeing Harry's excitement gave the teen as smile before placing his hand on Harry shoulder. Taking care for some odd reason to not to touch Harry's bare skin as he did so, something Harry noticed almost absent mindedly, as the headmaster apparated the both of them; heading to were Harry was sure was the Weasley home was located at.

Harry, who had been grinning excitedly, felt his smile quickly drop when they finally reached their destination because there before him with ugly looks of hate on their faces were the people he had called family, the Weasley's, or at least Molly, Percy, Ron, and Ginny Weasley, all of which had their wands pointed directly at him; firing spell after spell at him the very moment he landed on the ground; while in the back ground Dumbledore stood smirking down at Harry.

As the spells hit him and as darkness began to claim him Harry began to curse both himself and everyone around him. Then as the last drags of his consciousness disappeared Harry could only think one last thought of, 'Fuck, somehow, they all know, I don't know how but somehow they all do know.' Before it all disappeared into the inky blackness of unconsciousness.

END MEMORY

Harry was suddenly thrown out of his memory and back into the torture he had been trying to escape from when he felt a dark freezing chill go down his spine; one that even worse than the ones that the Dementor normally invoked in Harry.

One that he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried to, and one that all but screamed at him that something bad was about to happen; something worse than anything that had happened to him yet.

This sudden chill, and the emotions invoked by said chill, caused Harry to look up at the supposed leader of the lights face. To see if he could find out just why he was suddenly feeling this way. Only to immediately wish he hadn't when he noticed the dark amused looking smile on the old man senile looking face.

Seeing this look Harry felt an all new sense of dread, and terror, settle into his stomach. Harry really hadn't had such a reaction to the looks on Dumbledore's face since the rather insane look that had graced on the headmaster's face when the man in question had gotten a good look at the strange tattoo that had appeared on Harry's chest. A tattoo Dumbledore had literally tried and failed to carve off Harry's chest the moment he had seen it.

Only in succeeding in leaving a rather bad scar cutting through the odd tattoo; instead of actually removing it like he had wanted to. Still that was the last time Harry had felt such bone deep terror from a simple look on the old man's face.

Harry suddenly got the feeling that whatever was going to happen next was going to make everything that had happened to him in the last several months look like child's play. At least compared to whatever was about to happen to him; the smile on the old goat's face screamed that much at the very least.

Harry knowing this, couldn't help but swallow deeply and before he could stop himself reflexively reached for his magic; something that had been desperately calling to him in an attempt to escape from what was about to happen. Only to be badly shocked upon barley glazing against his magical core; just like he had ever since he had first arrived in this hellhole.

All because of the collar that was around his neck. One that had been around his neck since he had first been placed in the prison that the so-called light sided order of the Phoenix was calling their home. A collar that looked to be made of pure light, and that Harry himself couldn't actually touch without being burned; apparently it was a collar made specifically with Shadow Nymphs in mind.

Harry, after panting for a bit from the sudden shock he had just gotten. Which as he had found out, wasn't much an electric shock but a more magical charged one; something he had heard Ron bragging about. He glared up at the now openly amused headmaster. Trying is best to ignore the new burns he had gained from the shock, which was more painful to him than normal because of the heritage he had just received.

Knowing the old goat knew just what Harry had attempted to do. What with the white sparks of magic still dancing around Harry's body, leaving small little burns where they landed as they did so, gave enough of a hint for anyone to figure that out what had just happened.

Sadly, this defiant glare seemed to do anything more than make the headmaster even more amused than he already was. Because it was with a nearly blinding twinkle in his eyes that he, in a mockingly loving way, began to pat the chained-up Harry on the head. Only to quickly snatch his hand away from Harry and begin to wipe his hand on his robes; as if he was disgusted he had actually touched Harry to begin with.

Seeing this, Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes, he knew that for some reason Dumbledore couldn't stand touching him and when he did, he always acted similar to what he just did.

Why Harry wasn't sure, he knew it wasn't because he was a dark creature seeing as the Headmaster had no problem touching Remus. He knew it had something to do with him being a Nymph and only that. But just why that was Harry had no idea about and, so far, the Headmaster really hadn't been in a sharing mood; at least not about that information he hadn't. Other times Harry felt the Dumbledore was in too much of a sharing mood; with information Harry really never wanted to hear at that.

Harry was once again snapped out of his thoughts, though this time it wasn't by a cold feeling of dread but by pure pain as he was put on under yet another torture spell. This one being one that slowly flayed the skin off you back layer by layer until the spell was stopped. Which Dumbledore really didn't look like in hurry to actual do. For someone who seemed to be so against the Dark, he certainly didn't hesitate in the least bit to use their spells.

Harry, who had gotten good at judging just how long he was under torture spells over the last six months, knew he had only been under it for five minutes before it was lifted. Making it so a good layer of his back had been peeled away, but not enough that serious medical help would be needed.

This worried Harry for a bit because he knew that he was usually held under spell like the one that had just been lifted for at least ten minutes. Until he was just on the verge of needing a medical emergency, and that if he was under it any less than that they had something big, and usually painful, was in story for him. Something bad enough that Dumbledore didn't want to risk the fact he may actually die from it if he was in to critical of a condition.

That is when the earlier sense of dread he had been feeling came back. Mainly because when he was finally able to stop panting and look back up at the man who had curse him. Doing this caused Harry to see that it was no longer just him and Dumbledore in the cellar; that was making up his prison cell.

Instead there were five other people in the room with Dumbledore, and each person, even after so long of knowing that they had betray him, still brought a stab of pain to Harry's heart; at the same time Harry felt himself slowly to become numb to it all.

Something that was starting to scare Harry slightly with just how much he was starting to not to care; about anything really. These people in question were Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Ganger, and Severus Snape.

Even if the last made him feel nothing but a rather bitter feeling of knowing he was right then the betrayal all the others did. At the same time, it made him feel oddly sad; wondering just what he had done to the man in question to make him hate him so much.

Seeing these people Harry pushed back the small amount of pain he was feeling, both physical and mental, before sneering at them. Doing his best to show nothing but the hatred he now felt for all of them on his face as he did so.

Again, this didn't get Harry the reaction he was hoping for. Mainly because the three older members of the group, were stopping the three younger, and much more hotheaded, members from reacting.

Much to Harry's disappointment seeing as he was hoping that he would be able to invoke a reaction that would have hopeful done something bad enough to him that it would have to stop whatever Dumbledore was planning for him. At least for a short period of time where Harry could make further plans to stop whatever the Headmaster wanted done.

Instead Harry felt the heavily reinforced chains that were holding him back, and the even more powerful binding holding his Nymph powers back tighten even further than they already were. Literally making Harry choke for a good couple of minutes as he was forced to adapt to them once more.

Once Harry was finally able to breathe and stop feeling the bone deep ache of his magic being forced even further away from him. He couldn't stop himself from snarling out in rage and those that had just reinforces the chains holding him back.

Both because he was infuriated by what they were doing to him. Which was something his very instincts screamed at him to tear all their throats out for. Especially after everything they had made him suffer through. But, at the same time, Harry snarled in an attempt to try to hide the pure terror he was currently feeling; as his mind began to go wild with ideas of just what they were planning on doing to him next.

After all, it had to be a pretty big thing if they were making absolutely sure he couldn't escape from it. Because they had never made his bonds this tight before, having previously taunted Harry about them being impossible from him to escape from as they had been.

Right now, Harry couldn't even feel any of his magic at all, unlike the small warmth he had been able to feel before. Not to mention because of how tight the chain where he was starting to lose feeling in both his finger and toes. That and he had briefly seen black spots in his eyes telling him he really wasn't getting enough air into his body because of how tight said chains were around his chest and throat.

Harry didn't have to wait long to find out what they were planning on to do with him, because as soon as they tested just how tight the bonds were on him, they right out taunted Harry on just what they were planning on doing do him. Well were going to do to him after tormenting him a bit more it seems.

Starting with Ron Weasley, one of the very few people Harry had actually thought of as family; as a brother at that. Though what he had to say to Harry was anything but kind or brotherly.

"Listen you freak, we have gotten tired of you always refusing to obey us like you should. In fact, a creature like you should be honored, grateful even, at having us thinking you're important enough to even lick the bottom of our shoes; let alone fight for us! But instead you keep spitting at our kindness and refuse to do what you are bloody told! So, the headmaster has come up with a way to fix that. You Malfoy wannabe, girly freak of nature!" Ron was red in the face and panting as he finished this rant and Harry was staring at him slightly stunned at what Ron was saying.

Though he did have a slight chill down his spine as he took in all what Ron had said. A chill that only grew worse when the next person started in on him, this time being Hermione Ganger. Whose betray hurt worse than Ron's did seeing as he was always a little closer to her then he was to Ron since his betrayal in his fourth year. After all, before this Harry had never known her to betray him before.

"Potter, if only you could understand your place in all of this. If only you could understand the greater good, and not be a greedy little prat and refuse to do your duties, then we wouldn't have to do this…" Here Hermione paused and got a disgusted look on her face before going into what Harry had long since dubbed lecture mode. A mode Harry usually tuned out but found himself listening into with growing horror as he found out the true plans this group had for him.

"I can't believe at one point that I called you a friend, but then you had to go become a dark creature; one that is related to BANSHEE'S even. To make matters even worse is that fact that when the Headmaster gave you an opportunity to pay back for that disastrous mistake, to make up for even daring to become a DEATH Nymph of all things, you refused him! Even when he, out of the goodness of his heart, ignored the laws that said he had to turn you in to the Ministry to be rightfully put down. All he asked in return for doing that was for you to simply obey him. But then you had to go and dare spit in his face instead of doing what you should have. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! HE IS THE HEADMASTER! No Potter, you deserve all that is coming to you and when this is all over and done with, you should use you last dying breath to thank us for making sure you followed the greater good." This said Hermione nodded before sticking her nose in the air; seemingly ignoring Harry and the raised eyebrow he was currently giving her; something he wished he could turn into a certain raised finger instead.

Harry honestly couldn't believe that Hermione believed even half of what she was sprouting out. Let only the fact that she believed that he could actually control the fact he had become a Nymph during his inheritance.

Then again, she always did take what books said as a word of law, as if they could never be wrong, so he really shouldn't be surprised about that; not when you consider just who had most likely given her those books. This disbelieve grew and combined with a good deal of growing alarm as the Headmaster started to speak up.

"My boy, wherever did I go wrong, that I allowed you to go down such a dark path? Was there perhaps something I could have done to prevent such a thing? Alas it seems that all that I have done to help you has been for not, and you have decided to go down the same path the Dark lord has. But at least this time I can stop you before it gets to out of hand. My dear boy, I know you don't understand the greater good and all that comes with it, being a Shadow Nymph of all things, stops you from doing so. But if you could understand it, you would understand that the ritual we are about to do is for you own good."

Here Harry managed to interrupt the long-winded speech that Dumbledore was giving him an cut out all the flower bullshit the headmaster usually spouted. Once he did this Harry let the others now just how terrified he was about everything that was going on, when he all but squeaked out.

"RITUAL!? WHAT RITUAL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" As he asked this Harry began to struggle in the chains holding him down taking no care as said chain began to cut through his skin as they keep getting tighter with each movement he made. Nor as blood once more began to pour out of his body as his injuries reopened, not even caring when the chains tighten even more a crossed his throat; choking him even further than it had been before. Only caring that he needed to escape because he knew he wanted nothing to do with whatever ritual they had in mind for him.

A sharp slap to the face knocked Harry out of the panicked state his mind had entered and instead caused his head to snap up to fiercely glared at the person who had slapped him. As he did this Harry found himself glare at the woman he had once called a mother figure; Molly Weasley. Who looked to be puffing herself up for a full fledge rant. Seeing this Harry groaned and began to desperately wish that he had a pair of ear plugs as Molly 'the Harpy' Weasley began to shriek at him.

"WELL I NEVER. YOU WOULD THINK THAT WE WERE TORTURUING YOU THE WAY YOU ARE ACTING. THAT IS NO WAY FOR A YOUNG MAN TO BEHAVE!?" Here Molly took a deep breath and glared at the now wincing Harry, who she believed was wincing from pure guilt not the agony her voice was causing his ears, before continuing on; puffing up in pride as she did so.

"Why look at my children, do you see them freaking out about having to take place in a ritual? No that because they are properly behaved children who understand the greater good. Even Hermione is standing there behaving like a proper little lady and not freaking out. While you are thrashing about like the dark creature, the animal, you are. Finally showing your true colors. You should be ashamed of yourself. I know I am for ever having dared call you a son of mine. Going and consorting with dark creatures like you are…oh the shame of it."

Once she said this Harry felt his eyes twitch slightly, sure her words would have stung a lot more in the beginning of his capture. But now it was getting more than slightly annoying with what the repetition of it all. It was perhaps because of that annoyance that Harry opened up his mouth and sarcastically spat out.

"Oh, as if I give a damn what you think of me, you old harpy. I just want to know what the bloody hell the ritual you are talking about is going to do to me. Not is some, much used up, obvious bullshit, that you keep sprouting on about." This earned Harry another slap and Harry knew it would have earned him a lot more, like a punch from Ron or a Curse from Ginny, if one Severus Snape hadn't decided to speak up at that moment.

Though with the amount of sadistic amusement that his tone held you could clearly tell he wasn't speaking up for Harry benefit and was more likely speaking up to rub in what was about to happen in Harry's face; once again.

Harry had long since learned to dread what was going to be said when the bat like professor decided to speak up. It was never any good news for him, when this happened, as his old potions professor loved to be the deliverer of bad news; at least when Harry was concerned, he did.

"Well, Potter you see, as it has been said before and if you knew how to listen, you'd know this. But the Headmaster has gotten tired of you refusing to take your place, however worthless it may be, in this war. He has gotten tired of you refusing to do what must to be done, and he has gotten tired of you throwing a fit like the useless spoiled brat that you are. So, he has decided to take matters into his own hands. I had suggested that we take you and use you for potion ingredients; to get some use out of your useless hid. Because there are a lot of things that Nymph parts can be used for, such as some very powerful potions. Most of which have to be harvested while the Nymph in question is alive, so it would be excruciating for the Nymph in question…" Here Snape trailed off and gave a smile that had Harry nearly shuttering as he knew Snape was picturing taking those 'ingredients' from him personally. A need to shutter that got worse as Snape stopped dreaming and continued on.

"But he had a much better idea than that. Though he did promise me I could take a few choice ingredients after he was done with you; after all you wouldn't have any real need for them once the ritual was done anyway. But what's going on is that Dumbledore has decided that your free will is too much to handle at the moment. That your Nymph blood has made you too wild for him to safely control as it is, and he had decided that for the greater good it would be better if you no longer had such a strong will. To put it in terms that I am sure you can understand, even if it may strain that little thing you call a mind to do so. The Headmaster plans to use a ritual that will strip you of your freewill and turn you into the weapon you were always supposed to be." Harry at hearing this went completely bone white, and then went even whiter, if that was possible, when he heard Ginny Weasley pipe up from behind Snape.

"And the Headmaster promised that as soon as he is done using you to get rid of Voldemort that I can have you, along with anyone else who wants to play with you. That's going to be the best. I am going to have you wait on me hand and foot just as you always should have. Just like you would have if you had been a good boy and remained human."

Harry after this was said couldn't stop himself from gagging nor could he stop himself for once again reaching for his magic. Despite knowing he would never be able to reach and would only be harshly punished for it; he just couldn't give up his freedom, his everything, without some sort of fight.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be exactly what the Headmaster was waiting for because the very second that the white lights from the collar began to dance around Harry's body, causing Harry to collapse slightly as they hit him, the manipulative old goat shot a bright sinister purple looking spell at Harry; one that struck him right in the middle of his chest.

Once this spell hit to Harry's utter terror, he felt all of his sense slowly shut down starting with his sight, moving to his hearing, then his sense of smell and then finally his sense of taste. Leaving only his sense of touch remaining; a sense of touch that seemed to heighten to beyond superhuman levels.

Harry unable to see, hear, smell or even taste anything around him was left with only his sense of touch. And that was used more against him than anything else as he felt the hands of his captures grab a hold of him; dragging his protesting form off somewhere unknown.

Being only able to feel all of this and nothing else but the touch of those that had tormented him for so long touching him sacred Harry more than he had ever been before. Especially since he now knew just what they were planning for him and what they were planning do with him afterwards.

It was probably this fear, and because of the fact that Harry, hadn't as of yet, stopped trying to get to his magic; despite all the collar on him was doing to stop him from doing so. What happened next actually happened.

Because as Harry repeatedly banging on the blocks, not to mention fought and pull against binds, holding back his magic back, more so then he had ever had before. More so then he actually thought he was capable of, Harry felt something he hadn't felt since he had first been captured. A small, almost unnoticeable feel of the shadows, one that Harry knew was traceable to his Nymph powers; he had finally managed to crack the binds that had been placed on his more Nymph like powers.

Yet, even with this crack Harry got the feeling that it may be too late to do anything with said powers, because he could feel the magic building around him signifying that the traitors around him had just started the ritual to strip him of his free will.

At the same time even as he thought that he may have been too late Harry refused to take lose everything that made him …well him, laying down. He refused to go back to being the old goat's puppet or even worse the orders obedient play toy.

So, with that in mind Harry reached for the small amount of shadow magic he could get before pulling with all his might and adding said magic to the air around him. Hoping that he could somehow activate the transporting ability of the shadows as he did so or if not that then all the untamed shadow magic in the way would somehow be enough to stop the ritual that was going on around him; or at least alter it in some way.

After doing this Harry felt himself drifting off in pure exhaustion, but before he passed out, he saw a bright white light explode around him. And with said slash of bright light he heard a large booming sound echoing all over. Then he smelt the smell of burning flesh; a smell he knew he'd never forget.

After that he strangely enough tasted something that tasted remarkably like peaches for some reason. Then he felt the warm embrace of what Harry knew to be of the Shadows erasing the skin crawling feeling that the traitors touch had left on him.

It seemed he had at least gained back his other senses. What else had happened would have to wait for when he woke up because Harry found himself unable to fight against the unconsciousness that was claiming him.