Story: Moira
Chapter One: Just Harry

The slow breeze rustled his jet-black messy hair as he laid on the lush green grass of his godfather's manor.

It was the day before the term would start. It would be the final first time he would go to his school. A sigh escaped his lips. The silence around him made him ponder about the incident which took place nearly three years ago.

That incident was bittersweet for him. He had overthrown the only mentor he had had in his life besides his school teachers. He had defeated the darkest wizard known to have walked the earth.

The dark techniques and curses he learned since his childhood were trying to burst through his system. The feeling of temptation was overriding his senses and he struggled to contain them. No matter how hard he tried to meditate or calm himself down, that temptation to use Dark magic never subsided. In fact, it only increased.

His master's voice echoed soothing words to let the magic out of his system. His pseudo-brother and godfather were totally worried about him, but on the other hand, his best mate found it quite amusing. He disliked both emotions, particularly when his closest ones were the ones feeling them for him.

"Never let your emotions override you. It will allow the enemy to know you are weak. Emotions and feelings are for the weak, Harry."

The night was wearing out and Harry was locked in a fierce duel with his mentor. Although his foe assumed it to be friendly, he did not. He wanted to overthrow his opponent. He wanted to defeat him and kill him to help the world. It would be hard, very, very hard given the fact that he had been partially raised by the man he was going to kill.

When he received a letter from a Light supporter, he was shocked. According to the Britain Wizarding World's newspaper, Lord Voldemort was a widely feared Dark wizard who left the country for some reason. The Dark Lord has committed hundreds of murders and crimes, enough to be given a death sentence in a prison. Harry did not believe this information until he brought it up with his godfather, who confirmed the newspaper to be right. Voldemort had intimidated Sirius to let him mentor Harry, resulting in Harry learning several dark magic since he knew how to hold a wand.

"Is that all, Harry? I thought you knew better. Imperio!" his mentor's snake-like voice hissed, resonating in the empty hall. Harry tilted his neck and dodged the blue curse smartly. The man grinned as Harry shot a purple hex at him. A thick shield absorbed the hex and Harry was forced to cast one himself to protect himself from a new curse casted by the man.

Distracted due to the new curse, he never saw the blue unforgivable hit him. His eyes glazed over and a small voice in the back of his head commanded him to drop his wand. Harry concentrated harder and gathered all his magic to push the little voice away. When the curse was off of him, his eyes turned back to the normal dark emerald.

"That was impressive although dodging unforgivables is better than facing them," the man praised.

"Crucio!" Harry bellowed and a red beam shot out of his holly wand. His foe conjured a rock and the spell broke it into a million pieces which were impossible to mend in a lifetime.

"Using the Unforgivables, are we, Harry?" he hissed competitively.

"I'm sorry, Master, but I must do this. I am not a play toy anymore and I will not be used as one by you. I express my gratitude for training me and that's the end of it. Goodbye, Master," saying so he shot several non-verbal stunners in succession. Voldemort was caught off guard and Harry took this moment to end the fight as well as the man once and for all. "Avada Kedavra!"

The sickly green light which shot out of his wand was not witnessed by anyone other than himself and his master, Voldemort. A clearly betrayed face and widened eyes adorned the facial expression of Voldemort as he passed to the realm of the evil dead.

Another sigh escaped Harry's lips. He had to do it for the good of the world. He had to become a traitor to become a savior. What kind of a pupil was he?

And now, he was all alone with no one to help him with his temptations. No one understood his pain and his mind as best as his Master. Not even Sirius, his godfather, or Ronald, his pseudo-brother. He had felt isolated and alone since that incident. He even wished thousands of times that he had not killed his Master.

People were quiet about Voldemort's death and it comforted him to an extent. He did not want anyone mentioning his mentor ever again.

There was this nabbing fear among those around him which increasingly irritated him. He spoke less and people feared him. He withdrew his wand and people cowered under things out of fear.

The world feared Harry but he wanted at least someone to see him as Harry. Just Harry with no surname. He did not have parents. They died. He did not want his godfather's surname. He made a life-changing mistake which was the reason why he became what he is now. He did not want his mentor's surname. He was a vile murderer who wanted to train him and use him. In all, he was just Harry and that was how he wanted the world to perceive him.

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"Harry, c'mon mate. Just one match?" Ron whined. Harry groaned for not the first time in an hour.

"Go play with Draco."

"He's very bad at chess and you know it!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" this time it was Draco Malfoy whining. Harry groaned again. On Merlin and the Four Founders, how on earth did he get these kids as friends?

"Shut it guys. I'm trying to meditate here," Harry retorted, earning more whines of protest from his friends.

"Y'know it doesn't help, so why even bother to try?" Draco asked. Since Draco's mother, Narcissa, was a Black, Ron and himself were quite good friends with Draco. Ron was practically his relation.

Harry frowned in response. His face suddenly lit up and his previous frown was replaced with a smirk. He slowly twisted his wrist and his wand shot up to his hand from its holster. Twirling it around gracefully, he raised his eyebrows at Ron and Draco.

"Oi! Don't you dare!" Ron warned.

"What if I dare?" Harry asked calmly. The other two boys exchanged looks, then sighed in defeat.

"You are no fun, Harry!" Ron mumbled.

"I'm not a what?" Harry asked, putting his free hand to his ear. Draco hit Ron's shoulder and immediately got up, pulling the shocked redhead along with him to the castle.

This castle was Harry's school – Durmstrang Institute for Magic. It was quite a big, stony castle and its towers stood magnificently, casting a huge shadow on the leeward side of the hill it stood on.

Concentrating on the castle did not help him meditate successfully. He had nothing to concentrate on. Everything that was around him held some or the other important memory which he could never forget, no matter how hard he tried.

He saw a small bird land on the rock in front of him. This tempted him to cast the statue curse just because the bird was on the rock. He covered his eyes with his hands as a desperate measure to not turn the innocent bird into a statue.

His goal to control his temptations was failing miserably.

The Dark Arts were extremely hard to forget. That temptation of feeling the thrill of using a Dark curse could never be replaced by anything and Harry knew that very well. No wonder his Master could never stop using dark curses and hexes. They were supposed to tempt people to use them. Why on earth was he even taught them?!

"Harry? Mate?" a concerned voice rang in Harry's ears. He looked up at the owner of the voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Harry waved Draco's worries away.

"You don't look so."

"Why are you here? I thought you were playing with Ronald?" Harry changed the topic easily as he fixed his round glasses.

"Nah, Black's a coward. Thinks he can defeat me," Draco joked.

"Don't let him hear that," Harry retorted in kind.

"And what would he do? Turn me into a chicken?"

"A ferret would be my lucky guess."

"You wish."

"Do you want to be turned into a pretty, little white ferret then, Malfoy?" Harry asked, twirling his holly wand in between his fingers again. Draco snorted.

"C'mon. Karkaroff says there's some very-" Draco did an air quotation for the last word, "-important announcement. Reckon it's about chickens?"

"Who are you and what have you done to my best friend? Has Ronald's spirit gotten into you? I should instantly do a counter curse with ancient rituals and runes!" Harry faked an exclamation as they started on their way back to the castle.

"No, thanks. I'm fine being an alive-"

"-ferret."

"Hey! I'm not a ferret!"

"You want me to turn you into one?"

"No, thanks again for your offer, my Lord."

The rest of their journey was filled with laughter and more jokes. Ron joined his two best friends at the Entrance Hall and they continued their way into the Main Hall. Harry was thankful to have friends who would joke with him instead of cowering under him although they did cower at times.

They took a seat at their table and Harry's eyes met Theodore Nott's for a split second before the latter turned away with a scowl etched on his face. Harry could not help but turn back to the table in betrayal. Not every friend of his would joke with him.

If it wasn't for Fate's game, Harry knew that he would have been much happier than he was now, but it was never in his power to change Moira and her curious ways of playing with life. He just aspired that someone would understand him like the back of their hand. It was Harry's only wish. . .

This is an AU so don't blame me for Harry being dark and using unforgivables! It's my fanfiction and I want it that way.

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Miyoko x