Cat: Welcome to the first fanfic I wrote in a very long time. I just couldn't get this idea out of my head.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I only own the OCs and Demon based Universe that will appear in this story.

WARNING: Yaoi(eventually), eventually incest, mentions of abuse and some blood and gore. Also OOCness. A Harry has a twin who's the BWL fic.

Summery: Meet Harry Potter, your average teenager in New York...not! He's no Wizard, nor is he any normal human being. Adopted at the age of seven by a conman half demon he is part of a hidden world not even the Wizarding World is aware of. Welcome to the Underground, a word of Demons, Vampires, Angels, and Werewolves. Now meet the Demoni, an organization built off the kidnapping and killing of humans, run by a feared demon only known as Leader. Join Harry as he faces his destiny, faces demons and deatheaters, and officially comes back from the "dead" to correct a mistake made long ago.

PAIRINGS: OMC(Henry S. Potter)xHarry, multiple OcxOc, RonxHermione, JamesxLily. (might add more)

Flashback

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Prologue

As the sunset on Godric's Hollow a feeling of dread filled her soul. Strange things were known to happen on All Hallows Eve, and this one would be not exception. This was their fifth Halloween in hiding from a narcissistic psychopath hell bent on killing her five year old sons. Why was faith so cruel? One son burdened with a predetermined destiny and the other shunned from wizard kind for being different; for being a squib. Sometimes she blamed herself, really. She was the muggleborn, the mudblood. A witch born of two muggles with not magic naturally in her linage; a witch with dirty blood. Yet despite all her short comings in breeding Lily Marie Potter, formally Evens, was the brightest witch of her year. She was smart, and beautiful woman with an adoring husband, a Mastery in Charms, and two lovely children. Lily had a bright, and happy future a head of her but that all came crashing down nearly five years ago.

Voldamort, the mad man after her family, was at his high. James Potter, he husband, was overworked caching Deatheaters for both the Ministry and The Order, and their boys were only a measly 3 months. Dumbledore, the famed Light Lord, and her old professor as well as a family friend, called James and herself aside after an Order meeting. The jovial, grandfatherly man, who normaly has a twinkle in his eye, looked unusually grave.

"Lily, James," he had said, tone somber, "I am afraid I came about the most troubling news. It concerns your sons."

Lily shared a look with James, both wore worried expressions. Lily held the twins tighter to her chest, almost suffocating the sleeping infants in her robes. She should have known! She should of known the happiness would end! James rested a comforting hand on her shoulder and looked Dumbledore in the eye, his Gryffindor nature shining threw. He was brave, and ready to fight what ever threatened their children head on.

"Out with it Albus," James said, voice hard.

"It's a prophesy, given to me while I was interviewing Miss Sybill Trelawney for the Divination position. She had said 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'. We believe the ether one of your twins or the Longbottom child may be the savior the prophesy spoke of." Albus said, leaving the couple dumbstruck and horrified.

Lily closed the curtains with a soft sigh. As she turned to head back the oven some of her long, firey hair came free from it's bind and fell across her emerald eyes. After hearing the prophesy Albus had them go into hiding under the Fidelius Charm, along with the Longbottoms. Since then they have live a completely cut off life, only leaving the boundaries of the cottage once a week to get food, and even then they were under heavy glamour. The twins were home schooled and had never met an other child but each other. Sometimes she thought they were depriving them of a childhood. She pulled out of her thoughts by a small tug on her apron. Green met green, and Lily smiled.

"Yes Harry?"

Harry looked up at her with unruly black hair obscuring his cherubic face, and bright green eyes. Eyes so full of love, life, and childhood innocents. The boy may have looked liked his father, but he was every inch a muma's boy. It saddened her to think about how curious smart, little Harry would never know the joys of Magic. The day she found out he was a squib was the second worst day of her life, just after that thrice cursed prophesy. She had brought the twins to a check up at 9 months. The check up showed that Harry wasn't reaching any of his magical milestones. No accidental magic, and his core was dead. Harry wasn't a wizard, he would never perform his first spell, ride his first broom, or go to Hogwarts along side Henry.

Somehow, though, that day had hit her James even harder. James was not an only child. He once had a baby sister, Maybell Dorea Potter, a squib. James adored his little sister, and took his role as older brother very seriously He didn't care if she could never use magic, May was his sister and that was all that mattered. Then she died, tortured to death by pureblood surpremacuis at the tender age of six. That left a mark on James, a very big mark, that no one would ever think was there.

"Muma, I have a funny feeling," Harry frowned, "And not funny ha, ha. Something bad is coming Muma, Hen'y feels it too."

Lily frowned, deepening her worry lines, "Come on Harry," She said, taking her little boy's small hand in her own. She squeezed lightly.

"Are we goin' to the hiddin' room Muma," He asked. She nodded stiffly, and lead Harry up the stairs and to the twin's playroom to fetch Henry.

"Henry! Come on, hiding time!" Lily called.

" 'Kay Mummy," Henry replied, latching onto Lily's unoccupied hand. Henry and Harry may be twins but they were different as they could be. Henry had inharited her firey red hair, and gained Hazel green eyes, a mixture of her own and James'. He was also bigger and tanner than Harry, with more of a joker attitude, like his father. While Harry was more clam, and tamed, compared to Henry's eternal excitement, and wild nature.

The Hidden Room was a small room with enough food and water for about three days, hidden behind a painting of two Rooks and a Knight. Lily ushered her babies inside, and told them not to make a single peep, not matter what they hear beyond the door. With a chorused "Yes Muma/Mummy," she shut the door, placing a timed locking spell and a strong silencing spell over it. Lily stood on one side unprotected as the wards suddenly crumbled.

Lily silently cured the Ministry for keeping James busy, but hopefully she could hold them off just long enough for The Order of the Phoenix to arrive The woman pulled out her wand as she practicably sprinted down the hallway, a streak of fire down the cream halls. The front door burst open just as she made it to the bottom of the stairs. She was face to face with Voldamort himself!

"Well, well..." The snake-like man sneered, "Potter's little Mudblood wife, was a weak deference."

Lily scowled at Voldamort, raising her wand, "At least I'm not afraid to face death, coward!" She hissed, her green eyes alight with an internal fire. She was a Gryffindor, she faced fear and death with bravery and valor. Lily Potter was no coward!

"You chose your fate, woman," Voldamort said, raising his wand, "Avada-."

"Reducto!"

Voldamort's eyes widened slightly, quickly throwing up a shield charm.

As soon as the sheild broke Lily quickly fallowed with a Sectumsempra, which surprised the Dark Lord yet again. Sectumsempra was considered a mostly dark spell, he wouldn't expect a Gryffindor mudblood to use it. He quickly dodged, the spell skimming his shoulder, drawing blood. Yet another surprise the mudblood manged to hit him.

"Hm...you truly are a Gryffindor, brash and foolish," He mocked before shouting "CRUCIO!"

Before she could dodge the spell she was hit, and the pain hit in an instant. A thousand white hot knives stabbing her in the chest. Voldamort laughed, a high pitched mocking laugh, as he left her there, unable to protect her children. 'Henry, Harry, James, I'm sorry...' she thought before blacking out.

Meanwhile in the Hidden Room the twins were silently worrying for their mother. Henry hugged his little brother close, sometime during noise Harry started crying. His hold only tightened when he heard screams, and not just any screams, his Mummy's screams. He blinked away his own tears, he couldn't cry now! He was the big brother and big brothers don't cry in front of little brothers; even if he's only ten minutes older. Henry was going to protect Harry, and beat up who ever was hurting his Mummy. Unknown to ether twin the magic in the room spiked, ready to protect it's master.

The door was blown up, sending debris everywhere, and when the smoke cleared it revealed a man with white, scaly skin, a snake-like face and blood red eyes. His black robes billowed around him, like pitch black smoke, and he strode into the tiny room.

"We finally meet," He sneered, at the two cowering children.

"What did you do to our Mummy Snake-Face!" Henry shouted, shooting up and taking a protective stance in front of Harry.

"You're about to find out," The vial man cackled evilly, pointing his wand at the twins, and said the most taboo spell, "Avada Kedavra!"

As soon as the green light shot from the the bone white wand Henry's magic took action; fueled by his love for his twin and family. A golden shield erected around them, reflecting but a small fraction of the curse back at a shell shocked Voldamort. When the curse hit Voldamort's body started to crack, blood oosing, and suddenly exploded, splattering blood, and innards bathing the walls red. Shock waves of dark magic rocked not only the room, but the cottage; causing chunks of ceiling to rain on Henry and Harry. One of which struck Harry as the shield collapsed. When Harry went down Henry feel into unconsciousness as well, forehead bleeding and magical core drained.

Albus Dumbledore appeared with a sharp crack in the crumbling house faced with the motionless body of Lily Potter. Albus feared the worse, but was greatly relived when he felt a pulse. With the knowledge that Lily lived the famed wizard hurried up the stairs where he was faced with a sight that would haunt his darkest nightmares. The walls, the floor, the renments of the ceiling were coated with the Dark Lord's body parts, organs and blood. Everything except the twins and the floor around them. Both where motionless. Albus sucked in a breath and checked Henrick Potter's pulse, and was relieved to find him alive. Then he turned to Hadrian Potter's unmoving body, even more worry flooding his old heart. The boy was a squib, and thus was more vulnerable then his twin. He swiftly check his pulse...alive. He sighed in relief and ran a diagnostic spell on the twin's. Henry had exhosted his core, and had an all ready scaring cut on his forehead, and Harry had a minor concussion.

The Light Lord looked between the two brothers, he was faced with a powerful choice Henry was the boy who lived, the savior, and the defeater of Voldamort. He would get fame and fortune along with his parents There was possibility the Harry will be neglected, or even worse, abused. He loved the Potters as his own family, he didn't want to see Harry hurt and ignored. Fame had a way of changing people. So, Albus Dumbledore picked up Harry, frowning deeply, eyes not twinkling. He made a choice not knowing that as soon he stepped onto the neatly manicured grass of Number Four, Privet Drive with a tiny, limp boy in his arms, that the choice he made was a the wrong one.

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