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Can you see it? The sight of red splashing on the windows doors, and sidewalks. Can you hear it? The last screams of mothers holding their children for the last time. Can you smell it? The thick heavy stench of blood and bodies that lay forgotten on the street.

I can, though I wish I couldn't. But such wishes are pointless, as I have learned from these creatures I so intently watch. Who are they? Why do they do this to themselves? They only see the outer differences never seeing what is beneath. I do not understand.

This isn't the first war I have witnessed. But it is the most gruesome. So much blood. So much pain. So many tears shed for the lives lost. I cannot forget the cries. Nor can I forget the face that caused them. Red eyes. So much like the dark liquid he loved to spill from those innocent people. Why does he do this? Is he not one of them? Does he only see what is on the surface as so many others before him?

He has contributed to many wars. He is almost as old as I. Almost but not quite. Still he has caused more damage then any other of his kind. He is one of them. Even if he denies it.

I was never going to play a part in this tale. But I see now I will have too. For he has killed far to many lives with his war. Yes this is his war, one he created with his own hand. I cannot let this continue. But I need a massager. I need someone to help carry out my will.

The two people he killed. The mother with the fiery red hair and the father of jet. The father is now dead rest his soul, but the mother has a gift and with my power I will awaken it for her. I will protect this child she so desperately clung to in her last moments. And in return he will be their savoir, he will be my massager.

Harry sat in the gym of Grimmald's Place polishing his favorite sword. He smiled to himself as he held it up to the sun letting the light catch the blade making it shine. It had been a gift from Sirius and Remus for his fourteenth birthday. It wasn't till after that terrible tragedy that had fallen at the end of the year had they felt he was worthy of wielding such a powerful sword. When he had received it he felt a strange power surge though him, filling him with a blind desire for the hunt. When he asked about the sword and where had it come from Sirius merely grinned wildly and Remus said 'just be careful'

Now sixteen he had yet to understand what Remus had meant, he looked at the sword admiring its beauty. The stainless steel blade that was now polished to perfection and the blood red rubies engraved in the grip sparkled like fire.

"I know you're lonely but I don't think it's all that healthy to fondle your sword." Called a voice floating above.

Harry didn't want to ask about the double meaning of that statement from his…his…what do you call a ghost that won't leave you the hell alone?

"Look Draco, just cause you've been frustrated for that last 400 years doesn't mean you can take it out on me." Harry replied turning towards the ghost.

"Heh, I got way more then you when I was sixteen." Draco replied smugly running a hand though his platinum hair smugly.

"You are sixteen." Harry said coolly holding up his sword again.

"No you idiotic prat I'm…"

"Older than my great, great, great, great-grandmother?"

"If she was half as ugly as you I'm glad I died young." He said with a huff. "Besides, I unlike you will stay young and good looking forever while you will grow old, wrinkled, and die. Soon I hope."

"No one's going to care how young you look in any day or age if they can't see you."

Draco and Harry turned to each other glaring with blazing intensity. Harry couldn't stand the ghosts snide snobby attitude, and Draco just couldn't stand Harry. If it wasn't for the fact that they were bound together by an amulet Draco would have left ages ago with Harry pushing him out the door.

"I didn't ask to be, Draco swallowed, bound to you." The word caused both boys to shudder.

"Well I bloody well didn't either." Harry said placing his prized sword into its sheath placing its on his sword rack.

"Its all your fault if you weren't such a moron…"

"Me? Shove the high and mighty act if it wasn't for me you'd still be in the damn amulet!"

"I'd sure as hell rather be there then with you!" Draco said pointing an accusing finger at the other boy.

Truth-be-told it really was Harry's fault Draco had been released from the jewel. If he had been more careful like Remus and Sirius asked it probably wouldn't have happened. It had been about two years since Harry had found that stupid necklace and released Draco. Two years filled with torture in the form of the pale boy in front of him.

They had been searching a house on the other side of town that had rumors pouring out like water. It started out as a simple investigation and then turned oh so bitterly sour. He argued with Remus and Sirius that he could handle investigating a room even without his usual hunting partner and went off on his own. He walked many hallways of the mansion and came upon one particular room that seemed to grab his attention and forcibly pull him in. The room looked badly burned and he was half-afraid the floor would turn to ash under his feet. That's when he found the amulet on the floor. It wasn't easy to miss for it shined through all the black ash of the room. Picking it up it and rubbing off some ash it began to glow a dark green color. Harry stared in amazement as the light grew brighter and then it began to grow hot. Jumping up at the sudden heat he dropped the amulet watching in slow motion as it hit the floor and broke.

The rest was history here he was cursed with Draco presence for two years now and had long ago run tired of him. He remembered Draco's first words when he was released; 'Who the bloody hell are you?' Not an ounce of gratitude for being released, no nothing but sarcasm and rude remarks. Returning to the present Harry's glared intensified and said, "If I had my way Draco you'd I'd grant your wish."

"Please you know you'd get lonely without me."

"Kindly go off and die!" Harry yelled standing up.

"I am dead you idiot!"

"So die again for all I care!"

"I have a better idea why don't you go jump off a cliff that solve my problems now wouldn't it?"

"Always about you now isn't it?" Harry exclaimed throwing his hands up in frustration. Oh how he wanted to choke the pale boy at times. It was like a tennis match with these boys volleying back and forth until someone came along and broke them up.

"Well of course," Draco said simply.

"That's it! Sirius, get me the yellowpages we need to find an exorcist!" Draco snorted.

"An exorcist? Please, the only people who believe they work are complete morons. Oh wait never mind continue."

"OUT!" Harry yelled pointing towards the stairs.

"Nope. You set me free now feel my wrath." Draco said coolly obviously enjoying the torture he was putting Harry though.

Harry made a grab for one of his swords when he felt a hand on his. He whipped his hand up to see the calm face of his guardian Remus smiling at him.

"Whoa, now boys lets take a deep breath." He shot a glance at Draco who was glaring at him signaling he couldn't breath. "Um right, anyway, he let a nervous chuckle, Harry why don't you let go of the sword now." Remus gave him a pleading look. Harry turned his head and sighed loudly. He was too soft.

Harry reluctantly released the tight grip that he had on his sword and stomped over to one of his many racks, which held all his of weaponry. He picked two up throwing knives and turned back to Remus glaring slightly.

'Why do I keep getting glared at?' he thought idly.

"I wanted to slice him through you know that right?" Draco glared at Harry, wanting nothing more than to take one of those knives and shove it up Harry's ars-

"He's a ghost what would that have done?" Remus asked clearly amused with his foster son's antics along with the ghosts.

"It would have helped me on the inside." Harry said pouting slightly, taking up one of his throwing knives in his left hand, griping the red leather tightly. Remus let out a low chuckle as Harry threw the knife at Draco's head. Draco glared opening his mouth to scream when Harry shrugged his shoulders and said,

"You were in the way." Pointing the wall behind Draco where a battered dartboard hung filled with numerous holes and scratches serving as proof of the many hours spent training.

"Did that make you feel better?" Remus asked bemused.

"Yup". Harry took the another throwing knife in his right hand-one with a shorter grip then the last one also having a long curve in the blade- this was one of Harry's favorites. This one was deadly without all the glamour of some of his other knives. Because of its long blade it would go though one's head lodging in deep, along with its curve edge it would make it tens times harder to get out.

Harry was very picky about his collection of weapons he didn't like things with jewels or fancy designs, no give him something that felt good in his hand and that could slice though even the toughest demons skin. Something easy, flexible, and light yes that was the perfect type of weapon. Though guns were always good too. He didn't like the noise they made but for far range missions in woods or something they were always the best things to have. Nothing to big though, machine guns were too much of a hassle and rifles didn't work for him either. He liked handguns with a nice black leather grip. In fact most of his knives and guns had leather grips.

Harry thought idly while twirling another knife in his hand, 'Funny I didn't notice that before…'

Harry took a quick look around the room only to find the gym completely empty and completely silent. 'They must have left. Not that I mind.' Harry thought. The others must have left while he was consumed in his thoughts. He liked it better that way anyway, training alone in quiet solitude was much better then training with Draco's constant complaints and remarks ringing in his ear. He looked back at the dartboard only to find it filled with at least twenty different knives.

He laughed inwardly; he always lost track of time when he was training. If left alone he would train for hours on end. He walked over to pick up a towel that he always kept hanging by his sword-rack and began cleaning some of the sweat that was sticking on his skin and clothes uncomfortably. Walking over to a nearby bench he sat down, leaned back against the wall behind him and took a deep breath listening to the quiet sounds though the window above his head.

The sun was setting and he could hear the sounds of night creeping in. The light calls of owls or of mothers calling their children in for dinner. Crickets chirping beginning their nightly song, the fireflies would be out soon glowing like floating Christmas lights, along with the occasional raccoon looking for a few scraps of food here and there. But something else would be out also, something much more sinister and it came in the form of demons.

Though most people denied the existence of demons they quickly changed there minds when one was attacking them. It happened more often then most people realized, a little to often for Harry's liking.

Harry sighed heavily trying to force the thoughts of another hunt out of his mind. When he began hunting it wasn't what you could have called a desired job. But as time went on and he learned more he began to truly enjoy it. Maybe it was because he had a purpose in life. After learning about the truth of his parents' deaths and then losing someone very important in his life to the same demon, his desire for revenge fueled his blood lust and thus his reason for going on. He went every night to dig up any kind scrap of information on the demon he was personally hunting. It was because of this demon that Harry trained seven straight hours a day, that he had no real friends, that he was an orphan, and why he was stuck with that damn Draco too.

This demon, no his demon, Voldlemort, was at the height of the demon higharcy. Harry clenched his fist subconsciously. His eyes grew dark at the thought of the snake-like demon with the dark red slits for eyes that clashed with his own bright emerald green. He had only seen him that once but the memory of that day could never be erased from his mind. Countless nights after he the incident he had experienced gruesome nightmares of the horrid snake-demon and what he had done to his partner. Those burning red eyes staring into his own green with fearsome hatred and intensity. Harry allowed his thoughts to wander pass that night, to what he remember of his parents.

'Green eyes', that was something he remembered. Green eyes so like his own only filled with joy and warmth that only came from a mother. Lily Evans, he had learned, was her name. He was only a baby when the demon killed her and his father, James Potter, but some things could never be forgotten. Like her bright red hair, her warm green eyes, or the sound of her soft voice that sang him to sleep at night. His father as he had seen in pictures looked just like him, raven colored hair that refused to stay down forever messy, strong lean form, he even had his glasses. He didn't remember much of his father at least not as much as he would have wanted to, but he did remember his hands how strong they were when he lifted Harry up in the air as a child or his warm smile filled with mischief. But those were only memories, nothing more then pictures he replayed over and over in his head like a slideshow. He wished more then anything that he could bring them back but he knew that wasn't possible. Those soft warm lullabies, strong hands, and laughter, they had been so much laughter. Nothing in this world could bring that back to him. What made him even angrier was that fact that he had not been the first or last of such ruthless carnage.

He learned much of the bloodshed Voldemort had caused. There were many mentions of him in books of the occult that Remus owned. Harry wouldn't let it continue any longer. Even if the rest of the world trembled in fear he could stand he had to. He was taken off guard last time but his fighting skills had greatly improved in the last two years. He would have his revenge for him and all the others that were put through the pain of losing a loved one. The pain so great it caused nightmares and delusions. Harry had seen what some of the after effects were on people who had been put through Voldemorts' wrath. As long as he stayed out of the spotlight he could go on getting revenge for him and all those people.

Whether it was morally right or not he found he didn't care. All he wanted was to see the snake demon die. He didn't mind killing demons at all. After all they killed humans why not even the score. Sure his lifestyle was a little extreme and it cost him real friends, and being extremely cautious about his emotions, but getting revenge for those people and for himself was worth it all. His resolve was rock solid after what happened two years ago. He wouldn't let something like that happen ever again.

Screams, blood, pain, death…

He shook his head wildly, 'no', he thought, 'I won't go back to that time. I won't let that happen again to anyone I care about ever again.'

He could keep his promise to himself and his partner. His skills were good enough after all they had gotten much better over time. He could take out a level 6 demon, maybe not by himself but he could hold his own. He trained with the knowledge that someday Voldemort would pay for what he had done. And Harry would be more then glad to make that blow. He was good enough, he was sure of it. Taking a deep breath he got up and turned to look out the window.

Soon the sun would leave the world to be cloaked in a heavy blanket of darkness bear to all the evil wonders it would bring with it. Soon screams would be heard, soon the blood would fall, and soon Harry would have to save those he could while trying to gather any information possible on Voldemort. There was something in the air tonight he could feel it. Something was waiting out in the darkness calling for him. Soon he would find it, that small piece that would cause a domino effect on his life and many others. Soon the search would be over.

'Soon'

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