Bijuu go crazy: I wont waste much space, this is a first attempt at a Harry Potter fan fiction so please don't come down on me like a ton of bricks if I do something wrong. I hope i is enjoyed and I get reviews. Because I like this story and I'm only really going to bother if I get reviews.

By the way Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only have the books.


Krarta

Harry sat on the stone floor of an old church, it was an empty place, fitting to him now, two whole years after the fall of Voldemort. It had been a mighty victory when he'd finished the dark lord off. Killed by his own killing curse what an ironic way for the supposedly immortal wizard to go. Harry wasn't laughing anymore, that victory had been empty, false and meaningless. No more than three months afterwards, the dark lord returned for the last time, smiting all the people that were dear to Harry before being struck down by two killing curses.

Harry had been unsure of what had happened over the next few months, he didn't really find that he was able to even think straight, his mind was just a blur at the time. It was like watching the world through a mirror, it never feels real, it feels so distant and empty. He felt empty and he still did but he had nothing left to lose, everyone he'd ever cared about was gone. It all felt so pointless. So for the last year and a half he'd been living in this church sustaining himself mostly on magically produced food and nutrition potions. He'd truly begun to understand what magical endurance was. He'd sat in this spot for all this time just living on what magic could provide for him. It was just nothingness, his way of life had become this.

Harry tentatively touched the golden band that hugged his left ring finger. It was the promise of a lifetime in his mind, it was his final promise. He hadn't spoken a word since he'd said that curse. He wasn't all too sure that he still could speak, a year and nine months is a long time to go without speaking. That made the promise he made on this single band of gold even more important, to love, that was his promise.

In front of him was an old circle of chalk encircling a five pointed star. What one didn't see about this simple circle was the raw amount of energy running through it. If one were to even try to look upon its energy it'd burn their eyes out. He had been waiting for all this time, just waiting for everything to be in the right place, just for one thing…

His eyes suddenly flashed open no longer the same green as his mothers but rather a raw golden light spilt out from behind his eyelids. Wild magical energy swirled off of him in sparks and bursts carving up the old stone floor. Wind suddenly started up inside the church, flames sprouted from the ground around him as he rose into the air, spiralling rapidly with the wind. The stained glass windows at the end of the church suddenly shattered only to be carried on the wind as it grew stronger and stronger.

The whole structure of the old church was being ripped apart around him but he didn't move in the slightest. There were only two constants within the chaos, Harry and the pentacle which wasn't chalk anymore but rather just a ring of darkness. Everything else was up in the air, literally. The stone of the church was being thrown around by the insane winds and the fire had turned almost everything around the church into molten gunk. Within all of this a figure appeared before Harry, he was tall, beyond tall, his height easily exceeded the height of the tallest giants. It seemed that this creature could crush him with its little toe. It seemed to be made of pure darkness.

A voice somehow boomed over the wind and fire. "I can do that for you. Of course you understand that there is a price for what you want."

"How did you know my request already?" Harry spoke his voice rusty and rough. It hurt, a lot one could compare it to dragging sand paper through his throat. It was no surprise he hadn't spoken in a long time.

The voice's laugh boomed out. "I wasn't speaking to you mister Potter, what you came here for another shall pay for."

"I can't accept that, it's my request and I wont let anyone else suffer for it. We're the only ones here, you can't get anyone else involved and you know it. Those are your laws aren't they demon!" Harry spat with an evil glare in his eye.

"You're right, I can not involve anyone who is outside of that protective circle of yours but you should realise by now that you aren't alone. A soul sealed in solid gold, how appropriate for them. How silly, one takes gold into itself the other is taken into gold, the two of you make me laugh. Now how shall you pay? Hmm, I could always take your first born or you could give me your own soul in a few years. So what will I get out of this?"

Harry looked down suddenly at the only piece of gold on his body, his ring, his only link to reality that made sense to him. As he looked down he begun to feel something he'd never felt before. It was familiar but very different, it was just like when he'd first laid eyes upon Voldemorts horcruxses.

It was the same but different, it held none of the malice or brokenness of a horcrox, it was soothing and full of affection. He didn't know or understand how this had come to be but he just knew that it wasn't evil.

He frowned for a moment his head felt heavy as he tried to remember what the ring was, it took too long in his opinion to recall this piece of information, far too long. The band of gold around his finger was his wedding ring, tears begun slipping from his eyes as his realised just what was going on.

"You mean that this is…" he asked, his throat constricting and his eyes turning from their harsh gold to a more gentle gold.

"Yes that ring holds the spirit of the very person you have yet to say the name of, that person is making the deal for your sake, the same deal you would have made only much smarter. Now you're probably going to ask why I haven't named the person that is within that ring, a good question that is to be sure." Replied the gigantean demon.

"Yeah you wouldn't be able to read minds without thinking would you?" replied Harry in turn.

The demon let out a long bellowing laugh. It didn't really sound much like thunder, more like a tornado of fire. It took Harry a moment to realise that it wasn't the demons laughter that sounded like a flaming tornado but it was actually the flaming tornado. The demon's laughter was actually very normal which just made it even more creepy.

"Me read your mind, sorry mate, I don't need to bother with such a little nit picky methods when I already understand what people do during their first summoning, they tend to ask these sort of things, and unlike most demons I prefer to work with rather than against my summoner. The reason I will not say that persons true name is because I have not been given that name in verbal context, even if that person has told me their name it wasn't verbal. Strange law huh. Now the deal, hmm a anchor in this world, now that is something that is worthwhile investing in. Mister Potter, I will make the deal with that person soon so I think that you should try make the best of this, enjoy your new life little human, I'm going on vacation."

Harry looked curiously at the demon as it finished it's monologue. "What's your name?"

The demon seemed to smirk, although its hard to tell with a creature purely made of darkness. "My name, how human to ask for names so readily and in such good faith, if I told you my true name you'd have power over me, but there is a word that you can use in it's place. Call me Krarta."

The fires around them suddenly vanished but only for a moment before they were blazing again many time stronger then before. Krarta begun to fade and the fire begun to collapse in on him. For a moment he was gripped by fear, fear that all humans posses, fear of the unknown. But suddenly a voice pierced the fires, it wasn't Krarta's voice, it was far too feminine and kind.

"Don't be afraid, the fire is our friend, it will take us to our destination." it said sweetly, comforting him and removing the oppressive fear that sat in his heart.

One last tear made it down his cheek and one word left his lips. "…"

Only it was drowned out by the volume of the flames. Death closed in, his hand reaching out for his prey only for it to suddenly be gone. Death smirked, it looked like he was going to have to just let his prey go for now.


Bijuu go crazy: If you have read this far thank you, this is kind of obvious but I'll say it anyway. Please review.