A/N: Yes. I know. I haven't finished my other stories. Oh bloody wel
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Identity: the sense of self, providing sameness and continuity in personality over time and sometimes disturbed in mental illnesses, as schizophrenia.
""He who defines duty for himself is his own master."" Dick Cheatman
"Do you know why we have these rules in place?"
A nod.
"Then you also know why we can't let this go unpunished."
"But I had nothing to do with th-"
"…you did have something to do with it, you had everything to do with it. Now we have two versions of you, running around Hogwarts."
There was silence in the dim room; barely anything was recognizable besides shadows.
"Mister Potter, we have come to know that as you were divided, you became two entities and it seems that the one we see before is the darkness in your former self. You cannot continue to exist in a divided state."
"But I have no idea how this happened!!" Harry lied. The shadows shook their heads.
"We are above the Ministry, we are above your Headmaster and we are above the Founders. We know everything." Harry was shuddering in fear as the dimness around him became darkness and he faded from existence.
Outside of London , July 31 1997
Harry groaned as he curled onto his side. They hadn't been lying when they said he would cease to exist. If the pain continued on like this, he swore he would die.
They had cursed him, and beaten him; at one point he had thought they would have him Kissed, or sent him to Azkaban.
His very bones hurt. He could swear he hurt in places he hadn't known existed until he felt the pain. It seemed as if his very soul had been bruised, not just his body.
Apparation was his best friend at the moment. He would have to thank the twins later for their little gift of teaching him in case he was in a tight spot. He gripped his wand tightly as it lay in his hand and tried to think of a healing spell.
Just when his pain began to fade, he screamed loudly as he felt one of his bones pop itself back into place.
His bleeding lip was starting to close and his nose didn't sting as much. He held his leg as the throbbing pain became a dull ache. He used the sleeve of his tattered robe to wipe the blood off his face and he stood, smirking enigmatically.
They would die.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. There were two of them now . . . He could chose to join his other self or Voldemort. He grimaced in pain before Apparating away.
Underground, London July 31 1997
Voldemort resisted the urge to jump when someone Apparated into his dwelling, directly before him. None of his followers were capable of such a feat. Those he had set to protect this place had been unable to prevent this invasion as well.
He looked into emerald eyes and almost did a double take.
"Giving yourself over so easily Potter?" he taunted as the young man looked at him in boredom.
"Harry Potter is half way across Europe at Hogwarts."
Voldemort sat up and twined his fingers in front of himself, his curiosity captured.
"Really, and who would that make you?"
"Lucifer," the intruder answered smugly.
"Ah, the devil then?"
"I will be when I get my hands on my enemies."
"Them, you mean the Death Eaters."
"No, I mean the gods; and anyone at Hogwarts that stands in my way."
"Such a change of heart…Lucifer."
"Well, you could say, that my priorities have been split."
"Then you would be a Potter."
"I was. They demanded I chose a side in this War and banished me when my magic made the decision for me. I am the dark remnants of The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Gather-Everyone's-Pity." Lucifer said as his eyes became a darker forest green than even the Slytherin's emblematic colour.
"Then I think we are in agreement."
Lucifer nodded as the two shared a sinister smile that seemed to scare the Death Eaters standing guard as one of them dropped their wand with a clatter.
Voldemort's Dwelling, Underground, London July 31 1997
Lucifer sighed as he fell against his bed. Voldemort had given him a room, and a lavish room it was. The bedding was made of the finest silks, and the size of the bed itself astounded him. It was bigger than the cupboard below the stairs that had been his bedroom growing up, even larger than one of the rooms at the Dursley's.
That was more people he had to add to his Hit List – the Dursleys.
He closed his eyes and turned onto his side, getting comfortable on the bed. His heart skipped a beat, though, when pain laced his body and a scream jammed itself in his throat. His skin glowed as his eyes dilated before contracting; leaving his pupils gold with a black out line where there should have been white.
He held his head in his hands and felt his skull burning. His arms ached and his legs began to burn, before he could even scream it was over and something outside of his vision exploded as things began rattling. His breathing ceased ephemerally and then he was out cold. His breath escaped his parted lips softly.
The room was silent, as was its occupant, but outside the door banging could be heard through the hall as almost a dozen house elves pounded on the doors trying to get in when magic wouldn't allow them to.
August 1 1997
Lucifer awoke and rushed to the bathroom, hoping the door he chose was indeed the bathroom. It was a moment of brilliance when he realized that he'd chosen correctly and he dashed over to the toilet with a fit of dry heaves. He hoped that he wasn't actually sick and that the waves of pain would cease soon. He was rewarded when they did. He moved to the sink, splashing cold water onto his face; after grabbing a towel and drying his face and hair off he left the room, making his way to the dining hall.
After the initial tour that Voldemort had given him, the layout seemed to stick to his mind. In actuality there were only a few bedrooms, a library, a sitting room and a dining hall.
When he entered the dining hall, almost thirty wands were drawn on him, including Voldemort's.
"Who are you?" one of the Death Eaters demanded.
"Fucking Merlin, we just went over this," Lucifer cursed at the hall.
Voldemort looked him over and lowered his wand. "Lucifer,"
"Really now? When'd you figure that out?"
Voldemort hissed. :Crucio! You will show me respect before my followers, if not when we are alone!.:
Lucifer hissed as he walked to an open seat at the table, the Cruciatus curse feeling merely odd compared to the pain he had felt in the past few days.
:I did not come here to bow at your feet: the Cruciatus was broken as Lucifer looked Voldemort directly in the eyes.:I am no more your enemy than I am your ally. Do not assume that I came to you for help. If anything, you need me. I am no tool, and I will not act like one. If you want some one to fawn over you, call that bitch Bellatrix.: The angry hisses of Parseltongue that came from him scared the Death Eaters sitting by him and Voldemort looked even more pissed off than he had been at the beginning of the conversation, which left no arguments as to why he was angry. The Death Eaters ingeniously stayed quiet.
"Get out...NOW!" Voldemort roared. The Death Eaters were scrambling out of their chairs heading for the doors as Lucifer sat calmly and ate. Voldemort stared at him with furious red eyes that seemed to bleed.
"Even you are not permitted to speak to me with such blatant disrespect!"
"In case you haven't noticed; I already have."
Voldemort was across the room in seconds with his hand landing on the young man's throat as he scrambled to stand up, the chair tumbling over behind them both. Voldemort's force pushing Lucifer over as they both stumbled onto the chair, Lucifer lying against it as Voldemort straddled his waist.
Lucifer's eyes dilated and his breathing hitched. Voldemort could see and feel the changes respectively, and instead of his hand tightening to the point of death; he gave the young man just enough room to breathe as he nuzzled just behind Lucifer's ear.
"How curious? You seem to be enjoying this." Lucifer could feel the blood on his throat as the nails of the man above him dug into his skin harshly.
"As do you." he whispered hoarsely, a cocky undertone to the words.
"Ah, but Lucifer, that's just the thing. I do enjoy seeing you in pain." The young man moaned beneath Voldemort's gaze. His own bloody eyes dilated slightly as he looked at the beautiful body beneath him.
Long, messy black hair, bright emerald eyes that had been black and gold moments before. A lithe body that was hard, telling him that Lucifer's body was muscled.
"All the signs of magical blood, yet you love this threat of danger…." Voldemort muttered as he pushed his weight on to the boy who moaned.
"Help me kill them… please…" he begged as Voldemort sat above him, his weight pushing against Lucifer's hardness.
"What do I get in return?" was the hissed question.
Lucifer whimpered in the back of his throat softly, "Me. You get me." he replied and Lord Voldemort smiled, a horrific smile that put Lucifer on edge as the Dark Lord started to rock against him harshly; the rough rhythm pushing Lucifer over the brink. "Fuck," he uttered as his head thumped back against the chair; his body falling out of its arch.
Hogwarts September 1, 1997
"Harry, Harry! Are you ready to go?" Hermione asked as she stood beside him with her backpack slung over her shoulder.
The boy literally shook himself out of his daze, then smiled reassuringly at his friend and nodded.
"Sure, is Ron meeting us down there?" Hermione smiled and tightened her hold on her pack.
"Yeah, he is, come on." She said before walking away with Harry behind her.