Return of Darkness

A black haired, blue eyed teen walked into the Leaky Cauldron, his black leather vest catching the dim light. An air of a well travled person rolled off him like the London fog rolls through the streets. His lebray was peireced along with his left ear's cartlidge. Both with matching snake fang earings. Each with a crooked Sowilo rune etched into them. As he walked every one turned to see him. The few he smiled to smiled back, surprising themselves and there friends. Even with his hair dyed black, the boy could still use what little Veala charm he had in him. He wasn't realy expecting anyone to recognize him. He no longer looked like the Godric that had once been known around London. He had grown up in the last few months. After dying his hair, the only thing that could tell anyone who exactly this shadow was, would be the wand that was tucked away in the folds of his treanch coat.

As the young man walked to a corner of the bar, the only one that was well lit, he took a seat by himself. As if on command, a waitress walked over and asked him if he wanted any thing.

Just some milk. His accent was slightly Germanic, but not too noticble. The waitress gave him a questioning look, but went to the bar and got his order. As she brought it to him, he focused a smile on her, a smile oozing charisma and charm. She blushed and stumbled, but righted herself before she spilled his milk on him. Laughing silently to himself, he thanked her. As he sipped his milk, he waited. Something was bound to happen here, it always did.

Ne'Os entered the leaky cauldron two people in the corner glanced up at him and back down quickly clearly afraid Last time they Saw Ne'Os here he had tried to kill Sophia. He wore large dramatic black robes a hood covered his head. He saw Godric and hissed slightly "How does it feel to know you lost yourl ittle war against Half breeds to me?" he asked.

Godric had no intention of showing anything toward this bloodsucker. His dark smile still set upon his lips. He sipped his milk and just stared at the vampire. After a few moments he smiled as if he had seen an old friend.

Ne'os, how are you? The boy had been gone only three months but the air around him had changed so much it was hard for even him to belive. I realy couldn't care less about that stupid fued anymore. I've seen just what is realy out there. As for now, I'm just wondering why you killed my uncle. Don't worry, i don't blame you. He was, after all, just another pawn for the true power of the magical world. Godric's eyes said that he belived every word of what he was saying.

"I assure you i didnt kill the minister i did not care about what happened in Germany" he said "But i supose your right it was a stupid feud" he said taking a seat next to him "you look diffrent but I can tell you Godric still sadly Blood dosent change."

Godric smiled impishly at Ne'os. His smile quick and filled with his little bit of Veela power.

Oh come now Ne'os. You've never even had a sip. Godric had been known to be a bit out of his mind, but who would taunt a vampire about drinking blood? Godric wouldn't have back then.

Actualy Ne'os, I know you didn't kill him. I already know who did. Godric's expression had changed so suddenly that any one watching would have sworn that they had never even seen the playfull side of the dark teenager. However, the person who killed him is already dead. He died two nights after the Minister was killed. If I knew a way to clear your name, I would do it. But the only name I can give you would be that of a dead werewolf that I knew before coming to Hogwarts.

His features changed once more to the playfull nature. He sipped his milk, without even touching the glass. I want to make a truce between us Ne'os. I know how to clear your name. I know how to get the ministry off your back. Godric knew he was making a dangerous play at this, but that was his nature.

"I wouldnt worry to much about clearing my name they are afraid to come for me. When one can escape azkaban attack hogwarts and kill a prisioner many miles away they wouldnt dare come for me" he said smileing "But i would like to make a truce and maybe give you a rare offer that not many get" he said.

Godric's eyebrows quircked upward. Now were getting somewhere. A new life, a new way of opereating Godric couldn't belive what he had heard. But at the same time, he coudln't just turn away. This truce was to fragile at best.

And what, my old house-mate, would that be? Godric's voice was emotionless, dead.

"I am building a group of Agents as i seem to enjoy calling them" he said "My agents follow my orders generaly killing or gathering information...But I do need someone to help me The death eater i have now works more for the New head than me besides you are more powerful than him" he said the Bartender brought him a firewhisky and backed away slowly like trying to make sure he didnt make a mistake that could get him killed.

Godric chuckled. His laugh still musical but no longer as pure as when he had first come to London. So, I go from following Nick and my cousin to following there sworn enemy? Sounds like fun, but only under one condition. I get status equal to what I had in the CoL. Once Nick dissappeared, I was second in command. If thats a no go, then I will do free-lance for you. Glancing around Godric took in every one around them. No one was close enough to hear them with human hearing, but he still casted a quick silencing charm around the two of them.

Lets put it this way Ne'os, once I left, I became quite the experianced magical assassin. I've been from Austraila, to Japan, to North and South America. And in every place, I've left my mark. Godric's eyes said it all. His words were truth.

"I will need a new second in command if i have to go near Faelans Staff one more time it may be the death of me" he said he felt the spell godirc casted "intresting lots of money can be made as a assassin not to mention power" he said.