Title: The Serpent's Calling

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowlings died and left me Harry Potter to write?...No?...Oh, false alarm then. Nothing is mine.

Summary: AU. Placed after third year. Similar storyline to 'Goblet of Fire'. Harry is secretly a dark wizard. He finally gets his chance during the Quiddich Cup when he meets Victor Krum. He enrolls in Dumstang as Smaragdus Fulgur Krum, Victor Krum's brother. Victor and Igor Kararoff stay at Dumstrung to teach Harry. Harry graduates the same year as Victor. Harry travels the world for two years. He goes to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. What happens then? Even I don't know...

Warnings: Dark!Harry, slash, spoilers books 1-4, slight ones for 5, Harry Potter AU, Horribly OCC characters.

Tom pushed his hair back with his wand. He stood stock still, in shock. Emotions ran through him. Who...what...why?

Tom smirked. He moved back, then showed him who he really was. He felt himself tear up. Oh, god. OH, GOD! He backed up, refusing to allow himself to cry. Then, Tom attacked with the Basilik. At the end, he sat there, the fang beside him, grasping his wound. Tom looked down at him sympethtically. "You could have joined me.." He heard Tom mutter.

He looked up at him, he opened the diary. He looked at it sadly, then back at Tom. He grabbed the fang and looked at Tom, saying with his eyes how sorry he truely was. The fang was driven into the diary. Tom fell back, as if hit. A bolt of light shone through him. He drove the fang down again. Tom grasped at his body, more light shining though.The fang went down once more. Tom exploded, shattering to pieces. He allowed a single tear to fall.

He would never forget the boy so much like him. The boy who was his equal, his other half, his parent's murderer, the man who he was to kill or be killed by, Tom Marvello Riddle, Lord Voldemort, him...

Harry bolted up from the bed, breathing heavily. He felt the tears come, like always. He had been put through so much...Harry stifled the tears vicously. He scrambled from the bed and leaned against his window frame. That had been a little over a year ago. Harry was now thirteen years old.

He was spending the summer at his 'relatives' house. Last year had been...interesting, to say the least. Remus, Sirius, Peter...he needed to talk to Tom about his choice in servants. Harry burst out laughing. Oh, yes. Like he would listen to The Boy Who Lived. The Boy Who Wouldn't Die, more like it...Harry shook his head. No need to think about that.

The Weasley's were coming to pick him up in a few hours. He would soon see the wizarding world again. The thought drove all thoughts of Tom to the back of his head. Harry hurriedly packed. He was ready in a few minutes. He waited and the Weasly's showed up a little late, the twins pranking Dudley before they left.

Harry got settled and learned that they were going to see the Quiddich Cup.

The days until the day of the Cup passed quickly, not much happened. The day came upon Harry rather quickly. They portkeyed to the area, settling in in tents a bit away from the Pitch. The accual game was impressive. After it, when Krum came to give the snich to the Minister, Harry had met him. They had talked for a minute. Krum had asked Harry to talk to later, after the tide of people had died down. Harry was to meet him and his headmaster to the right of the Pitch.

Harry went alone, rather disgusted by Ron's fan adoration to Krum. He met Krum where he asked. Harry smiled when he saw Krum. When he saw the man beside Krum, he hesitated. The man was familiar. He was one of Tom's, he realized with a sigh. Maybe he wouldn't be so lucky, after all.

Krum and Karkaroff noticed Harry's expression drop when seeing Igor. Karkaroff stiffened. Krum walked over to Harry, looking at him, concerned. "Are you alright, Harry?"

Harry nodded. Then, paused and shook his head. "No, I'm not." he looked at Karkaroff. "I know who you used to accociate with." Kararoff's eyes turned horrified. Harry contined. "I dont care." Both Krum and Kararoff looked at him, confused.

Kararoff spoke quietly, "Why?"

Harry smiled sadly. "I just don't." He looked around. "Can we continue this elsewhere?" Both men nodded and took Harry to Kararoff's tent. They listened intently as Harry spoke of his childhood, his first, second and third year and the difficulties he had had. He also spoke of his wavering faith in the light, of his sadness in killing the diary, of wanting to learn...to learn about the darker arts.

Kararoff nodded, eyes brighter than before. "I believe I can transfer you, if you are willing. You can even say you don't feel safe at Hogwarts because of all the times you have been attacked."

Harry nodded."I want to. It would be a great opportunity. Besides, I doubt Tom will try to attack me in a Dark Arts school." Both Kararoff and Krum nodded. Then, Krum stiffened. "What about the Tournement?" He exclaimed.

Kararoff speculated for a moment. "He can stay at the school. He will need to use a time-freezer to catch up, however."

Harry looked confused. "Isn't Hogwarts the best school in Europe?"

Kararoff simply laughed. "No, It is Dumstrang. Our students do not show off like the Hogwarts ones, however. We have two different Owl and Newt classes. One includes our extra cirrculiam and the highest score for the Owls has been three Newts. For the Newts, it has been two Masters. It is not released to the public. The teachers grade them. The second testings are what we show the Ministry and public as our skills."

Harry nodded. It made sense. "How does your school system work?"

"I'm glad you asked. We have five houses. Demast, Astris, Kirik, Lioe, and Elif. We go by raw power. It changes, that is why there are two sortings. One when you are eleven and one at age16. The grades are usually 1st and sixth. Elif is the first house. It's colors are blue and gray. It is the lowest power-wise. The animal is a crow.

The next is Lioe. It is the second highest powerwise. It's colors are red and pink. It's animal is the jackel. Next is Kirik. It is the middle house. It's colors are yellow and orange. It's animal is the wolf. Next is Astris. It is the second most powerful house. It's colors are gold and green. Its animal is the Egyptian Asp. Demast is the most powerful. Its colors are silver, white and black. It has three animals, a silver Dragon, a white werewolf and a black unicorn. There hasn't been anyone in Demast for over one thousand years. No one has been powerful enough.

A Demast is royalty at Dumstang. They are the most powerful, the most skilled, they are destined to do things never before seen. The last Demast was Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Before them was Morgana. Before her, was Demast himself."

Harry's eyes widened. "They has only been four? In the entire schools history?" Kararoff and Krum nodded.

"A Demast would control the school. Thier choices override the Headmaster and Govenors'. Rules are null and void for them. They are respected, feared and awed by all who know what they are." Harry nodded.

Harry stopped nodding. "When can I go?"

Krum laughed. Kararoff nodded. "I will summon your belongings. We will go to Dumstang to get this all sorted out. You will be sorted and you will have to start your learning. You will use a time-freezer. It is different from a time-turner. It freezes time. You and your teachers will be able to cover a decade worth of training in one month. You will stay there, with chosen teachers, for a year. That is, to you, it will be one thousand two hundred years. Niether you nor the teachers will age. You will graduate then. It will, however, not be official. You may do whatever you wish after that. We will change your name. For obvious reasons."

Krum's eyes lit up. "He will graduate at the same time as me?"

Kararoff nodded to his student. Krum grinned. "Harry, how would you like to become my brother? Adopted, of course."

Harry grinned, his first real smile in quite awile. "Yes, I would love that."

Krum gave a brief nod. "Now, what to call you exactly..."

Harry answered automatically, "Emerald Lightning, or Smaragdus Fulgur."

Krum and Kararoff burst out laughing. "Oh, that fits you" Kararoff said, still laughing.

Harry smiled at him. His brows furrowed together. "I want you to come with me. I have a bad feeling about the Tournement, whatever it is..." Krum and Kararoff exchanged glances. They turned back to Harry. "If you want, both of us can go with you." Harry's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorlessly.

Harry left them and headed to the Weasley's tent. That night, a group of Death Eaters attacked. Kararoff came to find Harry within the first few minutes of screaming. He burst into the Weasly tent, cursing up a storm. He bypassed the startled redheads to the boy he was after. He picked Harry up gently. Harry murmered softly, waking up. He looked up at Kararoff, blinked and snuggled into the man.

Kararoff left the tent with Harry in tow, leaving behind a clan of shocked redheads. Kararoff quickly located Krum and both of them went to Kararoff's tent. Krum had already packed his tent in a matter of moments. Kararoff packed his with a wave of his wand. He had already summoned Harry's belongings. The two men stood side by side and appearated with one Boy Who Lived.