True Dark Lord Chapter 2 Preview

Not much had changed at Pivet Drive in the past four years. On the surface at least. While the Dursley family had maintained their reputation as being 'normal', they were now known as 'that' family: The Unlucky Family. Those people that were prone to accidents and misfortune. The looks they recieved were more of mixed sympathy and amusement than the scandelous looks they worried that their nephew would curse upon their home. 

Beyond their severe string of bad luck, and a few steep medical bills, there was only one thing different around the household: Harry. 

Petunia and Vernon weren't sure how, but they were convinced that the boy was somehow the cause of this. While Vernon's initial reaction was to punish him for his freakishness, an accident always happened that prevented such actions, and some of them had been very......ominously close to becoming fatal incidents. Slipping on the kitchen floor and knives just missing his head, or his privates, when he tried to strike Harry. The oven food catching fire and nearly exploding in Petunia's face after she locked him in the cupboard for the day. A rabid dog chasing after Dudley like a very meaty meal when he was about to go Harry Hunting. It was like a Guardian Demon or something. Not that they would ever voice such absurd notions outloud.

Still, as a test of whatever was happening to them, they left the boy alone. The accidents still happened, but they were less frequent, more petty and inconvient than outright menacing. The only one still getting the bulk of the punishment was Dudley as he kept trying to bully Harry around when his parents weren't looking. Needless to say, the chubby boy now had a healthy phobia of dark places and and was prone to bed wetting.

Morgoth, on his end, wasn't letting up on the mortals just because they were behaving. No, truth was that he had other things he'd rather focus on. Like his boundaries. At first, he hadn't been able to leave the area of the Blood Wards, unless Harry did. He could sense things well beyond that though, but he couldn't bring his influence beyond that area. And that influence didn't even allow the boy to see him at first. That, however, was four years ago. A lot can change in four years. 

It took him over a full year before Harry could see and hear him outside of dreams. No one else could, which was Morgoth's desire anyway. Hence why the young boy could often be found talking to an 'imaginary friend'. And despite the opinions of the Dursleys, that was a completely normal thing for children. This was also why an eight year old Harry could now be found sitting on the back lawn, talking to seemingly nothing.

But where others saw nothing, Harry saw a large, humanoid mass of darkness sitting on the grass in front of him. Where others heard nothing, Harry heard that ancient voice of power and knowledge, of one that had been at the dawn of creation and helped sung it into being. Of course, Harry didn't know that just yet, but he still thought his friend was, in a word, awesome. He was a smart boy, contrary to what his family thought, and knew that imaginary friends couldn't do or know stuff like Morgoth Bauglir could. Besides, he wasn't choosy with his friends. Even if this one came from the hellish places he loved to dream of.

"Ud a duosaakk krad rekrk, Morgoth?" Harry asked curiously up to his, well, only friend in this world.

"Close, young Lomear," Morgoth instructed patiently, "The correct way is "Ud a duoaakk krad rakrk?" Ra-kr-k. No E. And duoaakk does not possess an 'S' in it," He corrected.

"I will never understand how people can learn more than one language," Harry said with a sigh.

"The same way you learn the first: practice, exposure, and context," Morgoth countered with a somewhat amused tone, "I take it your Atani studies are going well?"

"Mostly. Dudley still finds a way to ruin or swap my homework at times," Harry answered nonchalantly, not really caring as his grades could afford take a few hits. Unlike Dudley's.

"Is there something genuinely ill with that child's mind? I have never heard of a young one with such an inability to learn," Morgoth asked in annoyance.

Harry shrugged, not really having an answer for that, "So, why am I learning this language anyway?" He asked curiously.

"I may not have the power to locate and speak to the dark races yet, but I can still sense them, and see them in the minds of the Firimar-Istari. And my old student put great power into this language when he crafted it. When they hear you speak it, they will be unable to ignore you, Lomear," Morgoth explained.

"I've been meaning to ask about that," Harry muttered in thought.

"Speak your mind, but do not mutter when you do. It conveys too many signals of weakness," Morgoth advised sternly.