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The Devil At Hogwarts
Chapter One: It's a Deal
Order meeting room/ kitchen
" So what's do you want me to do this time, God?" asked a boy whose hair made him look like a stray mutt. He turned to eye the boy opposite him warily. The other was dressed very formally in comparison to his black t- shirt and cargo pants. His accent branded him as an American. The other boy smirked.
" So you're an American this time, fitting. Anyway, Satan, I need your help." God said.
Satan laughed like a madman before catching the look on the other's face.
" You're serious. Well then, what can I do for you 'brother' of mine?"
" You are coming with me to Hogwarts. We're be attending there as guests of the head master. We will be participating in classes, however we will not be sorted in to houses. What do you want in exchange for helping me?" God was no fool. He knew his 'brother' would want something in exchange, that's how his mind worked. In exchange for services something had to be given that was of equal value; it was simple logic.(1) His 'brother's' mid worked on logic while his worked more on feelings. His ' brother's response brought him out of his thoughts.
" Stephenie Meyer , I want her soul."
Somehow he wasn't surprised, his brother really despised the Meyer woman; he wasn't a fan of her work either. Not that it had been written yet, it wouldn't for another 9 years. He smiled, he always like working with his 'twin'.(2)
"Deal."
" Excellent", Satan pushed away from the table and walk towards the door. " I'm going to go shut up the Potter kid."
God's eye twitched, that Potter kid would doubtingly say something to set his 'brother' off.
"Oh, shit!"
Upstairs
To say Harry James Potter was angry was an understatement. He was furious. His friends hadn't told him anything all summer, so he decided to let out his frustration on his friends.
" SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEY'S FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT-WHO SAVED THE SORCERER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM DEMENTORS?"
" Who needs to shut the hell up?" asked a voice from the doorway. All three turned to stare at the stranger in the doorway.
Said stranger was wearing a black slacks and a black t shirt with a strange insignia on it.(3) His hair was dishevel and made him look demented. One of his eyes was hidden by an eye patch and his visible one mad them shiver in fear. It was as a crimson red that seemed to glow. It shown with pure madness. Harry immediately turned his anger onto the strange man.
" What the hell do you know! I bet you've never seen anyone die before your eyes!" The second he spoke these words Harry wished he could take them back. The smile that had been on the stranger's face disappeared, and his eyes shown with utter furry. In a split second, the stranger was looming over him, looking angry enough to kill. Until someone grabbed the boy from behind and pulled him back.
" Now, now 'brother'. We just made a deal, we can't have you breaking it already."
Harry's eyes widened at the sight of this new person. They had the exact same face! Well, not exactly, he realized. This new person had white hair instead of black, and his eyes were silver. He was also dressed much neater and he radiated kindness. The black haired one went limp for a second before turning back to his brother with a grin.
" Heh, sorry brother."
His 'brother' sighed before patting him on the head.
"Jeez, what am I going to do with you, brat?"
The black haired one turned to his 'brother' and pouted. Harry might have laughed at the face the boy was making if he hadn't looked ready to kill him only a few minutes ago.
" Oi, don't call me brat, I'm older than you, dammit!"(4)
White(5) just laughed and patted his head again.
" Whatever you say. Now go down stairs so we can leave."
Black threw his hands in the air as if he was asking the heavens for assistance.
" God please help my brother see that I'm the older one, dammit!" His 'brother' smacked him upside the head.
" You know damn well, God doesn't like swearing!"
Black's head came back up with a smirk on his face.
" Says the one who just swore."
White sputtered for a moment before taking a deep breath.
" Just go downstairs so we can leave already!"
" Fine, just hurry up."
" I'll be right behind you."
Without sparing another glance, Black left the room muttering about disrespecting younger siblings. As soon as his 'brother' left White turned back to the golden trio. His eyes had lost any mirth they had had when his 'brother' was in the room.
" Now listen to me very closely, child. If you ever say anything like that to my 'brother' again, I will do things to you beyond your worst nightmares, and worst than anything this ' Lord Moldy-shorts could ever do to you. Understand?"
If that was anyone else, Harry would have laughed in their faces and told them that they could never do anything worse than what Voldemort could do, but all he could do was nod. Harry knew he wasn't joking and that he could indeed keep his threat.
" Good, I'm glad we understand each other."
And with that he left the room. Harry knew he wasn't kidding. Voldemort was a child having a temper tantrum compared to those two. This was going to be a long year.
Just outside the room
God sighed as he left the room. He put his head in his hands and groaned. The Potter boy was going to be trouble. He was reckless, rude, stubborn, but most of all he was nosey. And they'd just given him a mystery on a silver platter. He heard a snicker and looked up to see his 'brother' leaning on the stairs. He'd obviously heard everything.
" I think you made them wet themselves." he snickered again.
" Let's just go."
" One last question."
" What is it?"
" You said we'd be attending Hogwarts as guests, right?"
" Yes..."
Where was this going?
" That means we don't have to wear those ridiculous robes, right?"
Ah, now it made sense. His brother always like clothing that he could move around in, he practically had A.D.H.D, and the robes would restrict his movement.
" Yep, we get to wear regular clothes."
" Oh, thank God."
He smiled, his brother always knew how to make his stress go away instantly. That's why he loved him. He put his hand around his 'brother's' waist.
" You're welcome."
End of chapter one
Author's notes:
This is a simple translation of the law of equivalent exchange (Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first Law of Equivalent Exchange. ~ Alphonse Elric, Full Metal Alchemist )
As to why there's '…' every time brother or twin is mentioned is b/cthey're not really brothers/twins as much as they are opposites of each other( like yin and yang). Which means they're not really related, so it's not incest/twincest but it shounenai! HA!
* thinking: what was three again? Oh yeah!* The insignia is an upside down pentacle b/c he's Satan...so yeah.
He's not really older ( that he can prove anyway) but he likes to act like he is, mainly to mess with people.
These aren't their actual names but as their names aren't mention harry gave them obvious substitute names.
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