The Darkness

Sorry it's been so long since I last updated this story. But rest asured that, unless I have stated in an A/N, none of my stories have been abandoned.

Chapter 5: Revealed

Harry appeared outside of number 12 Grimmauld Place and slowly made his way to the door. As he walked he thought about his sire and his the less then sane grand-sire. Spike was obsessed with finding a way to restore Dru to health, well as healthy as a dead body could get anyway. Harry was bored, he never was one for research, he was more one for action. However he was patient, he could wait for her to be strong again then maybe they could have a threesome. Harry was smiling when he rung the bell. He froze when he saw who answered the door, it was Moody. He held his unneeded breath ready to bolt if Mad eye saw he wasn't human. But instead Moody grabbed him.

"Get inside Potter!" he said. Harry sighed in relief as he was dragged over the threshold. Apparently his eye didn't detect the undead. Harry followed him down the hallway, grinning. "Where have you been, Potter? No, wait 'till Albus gets here," He said gruffly. As they passed the portrait of Mrs Black, she woke up.

"Half-bloods, blood-traitors! Mud-blood loving scum, get out of my house! Get out!" Harry turned to her and as he did he slid into his demonic face. The portraits eyes went wide and she went quiet. Harry grinned showing off his fangs and pressed a finger to his lips. Mrs Black smirked as Harry turned away again slipping back to his human face again as he did. Moody had already entered the kitchen and had missed the by-play between him and Mrs Black. Harry stalked down the rest of the hallway and entered the kitchen, he quietly closed the door behind him, pulling out Tonk's wand as he did.

"Not very vigilant of you, old man, inviting someone in, after dark like that," Harry said. Moody swung round wand drawn. "Expelliarmus," Harry said lazily. He didn't even move to catch Moody's wand when it flew across the room crashing into the wall and snapping. Moody stood shocked at being disarmed so easily and the destruction of his wand.

"What have you done to Potter?" he demanded as Harry sauntered towards him, he grinned.

"Harry Potter's dead," he said and shifted, Moody's eye widened when he saw the demon, his hand clutched for something in his robes. "You can call me Letum."1 He'd been thinking since he'd called himself mort it really wasn't a very scary name. But during one of Dru's tirades she'd called him her little letum, letum was Latin for death he decided that it was much cooler than mort. Not only that but 'little death' was a euphemism for an orgasm, which was just perfect for what he planned, even though Spike was not very happy about it. When he got closer to Moody, Moody whipped out his hand from his robe and pressed a small crucifix onto Letum's check, Letum jerked back, growled in pain and then knocked Moody out with a left hook. Letum stared down at the crumbled body of Moody and growled again. He traced the cross shaped burn that marred his left cheek with a finger. He hoped it didn't scar, he really didn't need any more scars. He picked up the unconscious body, part of him just want to feed and kill the bastard, but where would the fun be in that? He shoved Moody into a chair and used Tonk's wand to bind him. Then frowned that was harder then the reducto or the expelliarmus, was the magic he'd gained from Tonks running out? Both spells had been far more powerful then anything he'd experienced before. He didn't understand it, but Hermione would she's very smart, yeah she'd understand.

Harry waited for Moody to wake up, but after five minutes with no sign of him waking, Letum got bored. He took a caving knife from one of the draws and, after making sure his human face was showing, he plunged it deep into Moody's left shoulder. Letum watched in satisfaction when Moody's eye shot open and he let out a strangled shout of pain. Letum smiled at Moody and retrieved another knife. Moody struggled to got out of the binds, but with the knife in his shoulder he wasn't doing so well.

"What do you think you're doing, Potter?" Letum turned back holding a much smaller knife.

"Did you know, I never got the chance to have much fun in my life?" he asked. "No, of course you didn't. It was all you're a wizard Harry. You're the boy-who-lived Harry. Kill that dark wizard Harry. Fulfil that prophecy Harry." Letum was standing right in front of Moody again. "Well, guess what. I don't give a shit anymore, you can all go to hell and I'll send you there. But first, seeing as that eye didn't help you much I'd say you don't need it any more." As the knife got closer to Moody's magical eye, Letum shivered in pleasure at the look of fear, horror and panic that crossed Moody face. Suddenly Moody's magical eye shifted towards the living room. Letum then heard the floo activate, he growled in annoyance. He quickly draw a cross on Moody cheek with the knife and licked the blood off the wound, savouring the odd mix of pain and pleasure that created.

"Later," He promised Moody then bolted out the kitchen door into the night just as Molly Weasley entered the kitchen and screamed at what she found.

Well that ended up being darker than I planned when I started writing, but that happens a lot the muse just takes over.

1: This name was suggested by The Iza. Mort came from Voldemort, but Letum just sounds better. Thanks. :)

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