Melted By a Child

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Disclaimer: This fic was started by Drackner Clawrus but he had agreed to let me take it over as with all the changes to FFNET he can't seem to upload anymore. This story idea was David's but I have modified it with some of the better ideas from his unwritten fics, who knows I might take them over as well if he likes what I've done with them.

Parings: Demona/Andrea, Harry/ Deliah, Elisa/ Goliath, David/ Fox

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Prologue:

The day had been strange enough for Mr Dursley of No.4 Private Drive. Flocks of Owls soaring in broad daylight, shooting stars, men and women in funny cloaks, and a name, a name he hoped never to hear again; Potter. The Potters; Mr Dursley had always aspired to a simple life, he didn't like unnatural change. Things should stay the way they were, technology could move forward, but the laws that had kept Britain strong should remain. Women getting the vote, he could tolerate it, though thank god his darling Petunia knew her place in the home. Men landing on the moon, good proving it could be done but they'd had the sense not to return in the good twenty odd years since the accomplishment.

He had regretted mentioning his suspicions to his wife, hearing the name Harry Potter had left him feeling like something was coming. Something terrible, something that would change the world, his unfounded fears were not all that consumed him. He looked at the Letter he had received requesting his aid in the construction of a project that would take nearly five years to build. They needed his answer by the end of the week. It was a job that would cause him to work through Grunnings and there was a hint of his promotion to head of his fathers company, a chance to reclaim his families position and win back his families honour in the business world.

As he watched a through the window he saw a street light fade and die, he turned in annoyance but then saw a flicker from the corner of his eye as another light joined the first in absolution. It almost seemed as if the light had left the street lamp and flown down the street. But that was impossible…. wasn't it? How impossible compared to shooting stars or the Potters? He continued to watch in cautious silence, he watched and saw an old man, dressed in the same robes of the people he had seen in the streets during the day. The man turned and appeared to converse with the cat on the wall, the cat he'd caught reading the map. It couldn't really have been reading the map could it? But how had it gotten the map in the first place?

He gasped in horror.

The Cat had jumped and shifted mid jump into the form of an older woman. What in the name of God was going on? Who were these monsters? Suddenly they both turned away from his house and looked into the sky a sudden roaring was heard. A black shape appeared in the sky, thundering towards them. He wondered how no one else could hear the noise. Gazing to his side and the crack of the half opened bedroom door he saw his wife. Calm and asleep, but that was also impossible. Petunia was the lightest sleeper he'd ever known, it was why she was always annoyed if he climbed into bed late.

A full moon hung in the sky as the dark shape passed in front of it, a bike? Rode by a giant of a man descended upon the ground. The man upon it heaved himself off within his warms was a small package. The strangers talked for a while before the huge one let out a monsters cry. The woman let out a startled cry "You'll wake the Muggles!" before swatting the man on one of his huge arms.

Muggles? What an earth did they… no they couldn't mean them. Humans? Could these people be beyond human? So many questions and yet, no way to receive any answers. The older man placed a slip of paper in the bundle and placed the bundle upon what looked like Mr Dursley' doorstep, Vernon couldn't quite see from the angle. After a few more loud sobs the giant climbed back upon the technological marvel and gunned the engine before flying off back into the night. Mr Dursley's logical mind began processing at super speed. These people must have access to some of the most advanced technology in the world to be able to perform these acts. The lights began to reappear in the street lamps, and as the woman became a cat once more the old man wandered to the edge of the street before turning on his heel and vanishing into the night.

The street lamps had returned to life and all was normal in the streets of Private Drive once more. Sighing in relief Vernon made preparations to see what had been placed upon his door step. What is it had been a bomb, after all the only thing he could think right now was that the Potters had been spies and Petunia as a link to their past had to be removed. Vernon Dursley was a hard man, he knew that but he was loyal to his family and Country. He was about to go when he saw a group of what looked like homeless men, slouching out of the shadows at the end of the street. Cautiously he tuned his gaze back to the strange scene before him, as the group approached his house something strange began to happen to them. They slouched over and simultaneously seemed to stand taller as the moons gaze descended upon them. Their shoulders arched and bones realigned, their faces shifted into mockeries of form. Vernon Dursley's eyes were wide in terror, not a single human looking man was left among them.

Then as one they fell forward onto clawed paws and sprung forward towards the house. A blue swathe cut through the night air the flash of red following it. The deformed creatures seemed to have spotted it as well for they paused in their prepared attack upon his home and aimed their talents towards it instead. The first creature to rush at the new arrival was torn in two by its sharp talons, the second had its face kicked in without a second thought the others that rushed towards their comrades' killer continued into deaths waiting maw as soon as the beast had finished with them. Wings flared violently on the blue beings back before casually draping themselves over its shoulders.

It approached their house ignoring the bodies strewn around it and reached his porch. He held out an arm and a yellow beam sprung forth, startled at the apparently concealed laser weapon Vernon waited tentatively for the explosion he knew would come. But nothing. And now the beast was reaching for something, the bundle that he had seen the strange trio deposit. Stroking it with a talon he heard more than saw the green flash of explosive power and heard and echoing through his mind "Reborn, Rebirth Resurrection, Bleed, Coming, Reunion, Safety, Power, Realignment, Comfort, Mother, Mistake." The random swathe of screamed words ran threw his head. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Vernon Dursley watched the figure fall to the ground the bundle bounced a few moments of torturous silence and inaction past, before the bundle moved and a small blue creature moved out. In nudged the larger blue creature and snuggled for warmth. Eventually the larger blue monstrosity moved and picked the smaller up, shooting a hesitant glance at the house it finally turned and with a running jump through itself into the sky, flaring its wings once before shooting up into the heavens above.

For several painful minutes Vernon Dursley was sure he could not move, but finally he gathered the courage to go down the stairs and cautiously open the door to gaze around. The Bodies of the creatures had begun to fade into stillness, though a few twitches from some were still noticeable. Pausing slightly Vernon picked up the crumbled letter on his door step, a red seal was printed across the back try as he might he couldn't pry the seal off, nor could he open the letter. Turning it over he found it was addressed to his wife rather than him. Closing the door he heard the sudden sounds of pops and cracks on the street. Rather than risk opening the door he peered through the letter box instead and saw the sight of men and women in robes pointing strange silver sticks at the bodies and throwing flames at them. It must be some new gun a kind of fire stick he considered.

Finally the bodies were reduced to ash, each cloaked figure turned on their heel and with a loud 'crack' disappeared.

Vernon Dursley walked back to his study, they had been planning on making it into a second bedroom for his son. But now Mr Dursley had another use for it. He reached for the printed letter with the job offer on it and considered once more before making his decision. No one and I mean no one was ever going to harm his family! As he picked up the phone and dialled the number he looked at the coloured pentagon that seemed like the flat top to a badge. "Hello, you have reached the Umbrella Cooperation's main office Employment Centre how may we direct your call…"

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Vernon Dursley was not the only person's day who had been disrupted by the defeat of the most feared Dark Wizard in decades. Demona had been meeting a third party client would had agreed to sell her experimental laser weaponry through a new company. But suddenly the deal had fallen through and she found herself in Britain with nothing to do. She had gone for a quite glide in the early hours of the morning, the amulet of Osiris let her body perceive that it was still night and remain in her active gargoyle form throughout the day instead of being encased in stone. The amulet was dangerous to use for to long as its side effects could include insomnia but that wasn't something that had ever bothered the immortal gargoyle yet and was thus ignored. Her first shock was being hammered by a flock of owls, one she'd though they only came out at night and two why were they flying in flocks when they were mostly solitary creatures. Taking a change of direction Demona had flown off to a different part of the county to avoid the owl ridden areas and had enjoyed the distinct displeasure of being hit by a series of shooting stars. They had been made of gold energy, thankfully not hot space rock. Demona had only died once before by having a meteorite slam into her and she was not in any hurry to suffer a repeat of the even in question.

She had finally headed to what looked like a boring neighbourhood to settle down quietly for the night in her stone form and avoid being knocked to pieces by a bunch of kids. She'd find a flight back to America the next night and have herself shipped in a cargo crate as a stone statue; it made getting past security so much easier. She'd perched herself on a roof when suddenly she'd noticed that the streetlights were being called from their containers to a figure on the streets corner. Watching cautiously encase of a trap she observed what must be a fey woman shift from the disguised form of a cat into a more feminine shape.

While the two conversed for a while they both then turned towards her. Ducking out of sight quickly and cursing how she could have been spotted Demona readjusted her position and looked out in time to hear a monstrous noise of engines descending from the sky. A giant looking man, so obviously a fey sat across the back of an enormous motor bike. As the bike stopped and the engine simmered into silence, the giant figure climbed from the massive cluster of metal and, carefully hefting the package in his arms before making his way triumphantly towards the two others waiting by the house.

As Demona watched the people conversing she heard a cry and startled the bundle of blankets was a child which was now awake, with a muttered word the child fell asleep once more and was deposited down upon the doorstep in the chilling winter air. The fey female shifted back into a cat before running off the giant climbed back aboard his metal monstrosity before heading back into the darkened sky towards the direction of the full moon. The old man hesitated then turned on the spot and flashed something in his hand returning the lights of the street lamps, before finally turning and disappearing with a pop from the displacement of air.

Demona heard the shifting of air and from her secure perched leaned out to see a group of unkempt humans marching slowly towards the house and the child. Taking to the air once more Demona looked at the men and gasped in shock. They had begun to shift into more dangerous looking animal like forms. They were heading towards the child, Demona was curious about why could this child be so interesting unless, was it a child of the fey?

She lowed herself to the ground and landed on the far side to observe the beasts. She was now directly opposite the house. Strangely the small neighbourhood was still quite from the events that had thus passed, the humans didn't even seem to be aware of the strange happenings around them, though thinking on the pathetic species Demona mused that, that wasn't too surprising. The Bestial creatures turned from their attack and before Demona could inquire of their intent, the furtherest from her foolishly leapt upon her. His jaw was severed with a flash of her talons. Demona was surprised even as the next leapt at her and had its brains reduced to mush by her taloned foot. They were so weak? Could these pathetic beings really be fey? Maybe they were enemies just like her, but if this was their aptitude for fighting they wouldn't serve as much more than cannon fodder anyway. As the last of the pack darted at her she decisively dealt with them with apparent ease, they really were pathetic.

She walked from the corpse towards the house and surveyed the area. The energy source coming from the child was in plain view, it had been deposited on the doorstep of one of the fowl humans proceeding to cast a light detection spell Demona found that the child was not malicious in nature though elements of the chaotic fey's magic was present within the creature. What ever it truly was, it did not seem to be malice's in nature, cautiously she bent down and lifted the bundle into her talons cradling it like she would a hatchelling to examine it carefully, while not letting it be taken from her by any inopportune lack of balance her wings could still present. The pale mob of thin dark hair moved as two pools of amber green gazed up at her with wonder. Two podgy little arms struggled to reach from the depths of the blankets towards her.

Demona cursed and nearly dropped the creature in disgust; she was holding a human child, contaminating herself with their filth. It was not possible for this child to be fey, it had traces of their magic but what ever had been done to it, it was not one of their unholy spawn. The strange child continued to struggle until it grasped one of her talons, giggling brightly it released before trying to drag the talon in view of its mouth. Demona was taken completely by surprise at the sudden bright flash of light that sprang forth from the child as a ball of green energy surrounded both of them. Demona fell to her knees in pain her wings caving in over her as the bundle grew and stretched. The last thing she heard before the cold hands of death claimed her once more was the sound of ripping as mounds of flesh shot through the cloth and protruded from the younglings back.

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When Demona awoke she could sense dawn mere hours away, yet for the first time in years she awoke content, there was a warm feeling close to her chest her wings caped over a scaly bundle of black and shining blue, gasping Demona looked down to see a gargoyle hatchelling with a scar across his temple nuzzling her for warmth, for the first time in centuries Demona felt, if not happy then content. The tiny hatchelling looked up at her with those same green eyes the human like child had been gifted with, now those same eyes belonged to her blessed child.

Although she was not completely sure what had happened dawn was fast approaching and she could not afford to stay here for long, she needed to get out of the country Xanatos realised she was gone and not in an area he could track or control her actions. In her struggle to restore her clan she had made many unsavoury deals with humans but since the mistake and treachery of Macbeth Xanatos was the closest thing she had to an ally. He had agreed to begin transporting her castle stone by stone to the heart of his monetary empire.

Pulling her new hatchelling close to her, Demona used the amulet of Anubis to take power from her deaths to enhance herself to a sate that would allow herself to climb back to the sky. She wished she could use the amulets of Osiris and Anubis in conjunction but the only time she had tried uniting amulets before was the amulet of Zombi (god of the dead) and the amulet of Hephaestus she had accidentally resurrected a dead forest of apes and had made the lust after living flesh, finally to end her catastrophic magical accident she had used a time ageing spell to make the reanimated corpses older and then used an ice spell to freeze the village in a mountain.

Thinking of all that power wasted made her think of her new hatchling, he was radiant with power and… yes that was it, Radiance was a perfect name. Raiden for short, her hatchling would become strong and once her mate was awake once more she would have one more to help sway him to the truth of the humans' evil. With that thought firmly set in her twisted mind she took herself further and faster into the skies.

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