1 Chapter 1 ~Demonology~

Hadrian Vivian Potter looked at the poem before him, it was carved into a door in the Library.

HEED OUR WARNING BLOOD OF OURS,

BEYOND HERE LIES KNOWLEDGE OF OLD,

HEED OUR CALLING BLOOD OF OURS,

BEYOND HERE SLEEPS POWER OF OLD,

HEED OUR WARNING BLOOD OF OURS,

BEYOND HERE LIES SECRETS DARK,

HEED OUR CALLING BLOOD OF OURS,

BEYOND HERE SLEEPS ANSWERS LIGHT,

You might ask what the hell a 5 year old child was doing in the Library and in front of a door in said library, when he should be playing with his friends and family, not looking at the poem, or letter, in front of him. Hadrian Vivian Potter, the boy who is looking at the poem was special you see, he had powers over Ice. He could summon it and mould it to his Will.

Little Hadrian has a loving family, well, a loving family to his brother. Before he was 4 years old, everything was fine, his parents loved and cared for him, but after that Halloween in 1981, where Voldemort (He had looked up the name since everybody only called him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.) came into their house and killed their nanny and then shot the Killing Curse at the children, but no, the children didn't die, they both lived and yet, only one of them was proclaimed the Chosen One, The Boy-Who-Lived and the other was forgotten, abandoned and ignored. Even his 5th birthday, that was conviniently on the same day as Chris's, his brother's, was forgotten, his own bloody Godparents forgot to bring him a present and his parents even forgot to put his name on the decorations and the cake, that day was spent crying to himself and was also the day he made a vow to become strong, to become better then his brother at everything, and so here he was in the Library, reading a book on magical theory, when he cuts himself with the paper edge and a drop of blood falls onto the pedestal that he was reading the book on and suddenly a door comes into exictance and here he now was, looking at the poem, or letter, whitchever one you like to call it.

I placed my little hand onto the door and I felt a prick on my finger and then a bit of blood was extracted form my palm, the door opened after it. Inside of the room, was a library, but not just any library, the books and the bookshelves were made out of Ice and the books were written in a another language that I didn't know. Not that I knew any other language besides English anyway. I then looked around and found a pedestal with a book on it, a book not made out of Ice, but Crystal, green jade like crystal. I touched it and it started to glow brighter, when suddenly a flood of information started to come inside of my mind, it was a language. The name of the language? Demon. It was Demon language and Aincent Demon language. Now, when I looked at the Ice Books I could understand it all. Most of the titles in the library were related to Demons and Demonology, but there was also a ton of other Dark, Black and Light magic and I even found a few that was on White magic. Each type of book had a mark on it and each book was marked with their respective mark so that anybody could find which book was on which magic. I was at first baffeled, but I made up my resolve and started learning, at first taking things slow and slowly going deeper into the arts. I then, about a month after finding the Ice Library, went to Knockturn Alley and bought a wand, Yew, 14 and a half inches, the core was a Therestial's tail-hair. I then started to practice and finally, on my 6th Halloween, or All-Hallow's Eve as it was known in the old times, I made my first Demon Contract. The ritual was really taxing and I had to overpower the Will of the Demon so that it would give me it's name and then we would enter a Demon Contract. The Contract was something that I copied off from the one my ancestors had done and I got really cheap conditions. The Demon that I summoned was a Nightmare, a spirit like creature that lived in the mind of the host, the more magic I feed it, the stronger it becomes and so I started to feed it every night before going to bed. Nightmares had the ability to guard one's thoughts from mind readers and to also read other's mind. It could also be used as a mode of transportation, since they could teleport to anywhere they have been and only Aincent Wards that were especially made for Demons would hold it away and the Nightmare told me that it couldn't sense any wards of that kind in this whole country, but it wasn't sure. Then came my 10th birthday, the day my parents gave Chris the Potter Heir ring, the ring that signified that he was Heir Potter, and I was not. The day was again spent crying in my room and my determination went even further up, I wanted to beat my brother at everything. I started to work out and started to learn all kinds of costoms and manners, I even did a few rituals that would boost my Magic and give it strength, but I did only as the books told so that I wouldn't mess it up. On my 10th All-Hallow's Eve, I did the Apprentntice Ritual and got the Mark of Apprentice, a mark that would tell one the level of mastery one had over a branch of magic. I was rank 3 in Dark and Black magic, Rank 6 in Demonology and rank 2 in Light and Dark magic, rank 2 in Potions, Herbology, Runes, Arithmancy and the rest of my abililities were rank 1. When one became Rank 5, he or she became an novince, Rank 10, one became a Master, at rank 15 one became a Grand Master and at Rank 20, one became a Aincent in that type of magic or skill. My Apprentice Mark was on my right hand and could become invisible if I wanted it to. Then the day came, my 11th birthday and Chris's 8th, I got my Hogwarts letter.