Author's Note: Sorry for fans of Harii Kaiba, but I sort of lost my notes for that story. Well I'm back, working on stories, fully healed from my bike accident. I ended up losing my job because of the accident, so I had to move back in with my parents who have no internet until I got a new job and got the internet back up and running. I'll try and get back to everything back up and running as soon as possible.
This is my take on the 'Power He Knows Not' genre of stories. As well as Demon! Harry stories. Going to throw the whole Buffyverse on its head, so let's have some fun! ^_^
Deep beneath UC Sunnydale all sorts of things were taking place. Soldiers marched through the halls of the government's secret station while demons and monsters threw themselves against the electrical glass doors of their cells hoping to escape. Everything was overseen by Professor Walsh, teacher at the college over head and in charge of the facility around them. Her short cut blond hair and aged wrinkles were set as she marched toward one of the experiments was currently being worked on.
"What seems to be the problem," she demanded looking around at the various scientists who were shifting uneasily near the restrained boy of fifteen years of age on the bed. His green eyes glared at her with such fire and hate she felt the need to step back but crushed it. She was in charge after all and nothing could deter her from her job. "Well, how is he?"
"The Hostile is good, Professor, Sir," one of the scientists said, using her distraction to sink an IV into the boy and causing him to growl loudly. Red fluid began to drip into the boy's body, causing him to moan in pain. "It will be interesting to see how different demon blood samples react within a powerful human body. You should thank the English for sending him too us after he was expelled."
"Whose blood are you giving him now," she asked looking at the blood bag with the identification of HST17 printed across it. "William the Bloody's? I didn't think he would part with his blood so easily," she said giving her assistant a hard look that caused him to sweat.
"Blood of a vampire must be willingly given for a true change from human to vampire, that is true, however," he paused to gulp at her angered look. "However, we believe that using blood forcefully taken will create some sort of human vampire hybrid. We think we can create a human with all the strengths of a vampire or all of a vampire's weaknesses." The brown haired man turned to look at the boy on the gurney who was growling and swearing a mile a minute as his incisors began to lengthen like fangs. "You see its working."
"What other demons have you infused his blood with," Walsh asked as the fangs began to recede back into the boy's mouth. He was the most unusual specimen they had collected, and freely from another country as well. That Umbridge woman had seemed far too keen on getting a kid out of the country and into government hands. Not that the aging woman minded, the boy and his scar were simply fascinating.
"Vampire, blood samples from Olvikan the Old One the Mayor became last year before he was blown up, Grappler Demon, we even managed to get a hold of some Vengeance Demon blood," the man said excitedly as he watched the boy groan in pain. With his back to Maggie Walsh he produced a syringe filled with blue liquid and pushed it into the boy's right arm without anyone noticing. After all, if Walsh was going to be playing around in 314 he could play with 220 all he wanted. "Everything seems to be going according to plan," the man said scribbling on his clipboard.
When the woman walked out the man's smile slid off his face. "Everyone get out, now," he said snarling and watched the other doctor's leave. "Mr. Potter, such sad news," the man said before grinning darkly and raising his left sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a skull with a snake crawling from its mouth. "You will not survive these tests and experiments. You will die, just as everyone you ever cared about will die."
Green eyes flickered to the man, his pupils flashing between their normal round and slitted as his bones seemed to boil and change inside his skin. "Rabastan Lestrange, still juggling Voldemort's cock, are you? Thought you were still locked away in Azkaban, I suppose there wasn't enough soul for Demontors to feed on." The boy growled before he was grabbed by the throat and choked by the older man.
"Little brat, when I kill you, I'll be the greatest wizard alive, rewarded above all others by the Dark Lord," he said reaching into his lab coat and producing another syringe filled with liquid. "You see this," he asked the struggling boy. "It's a bonding compound, meaning everything I've pumped you full of for the last few months will bind to your body, and all that demon sludge will burn you out and kill you."
Harry roared as the man shoved the needle into his jugular and pumped him full of the strange glowing liquid. "It's something the Dark Lord gave me for such a moment, Potter. He wanted to be here in person, but I suppose a Penseive memory will do." He stepped back as the boy began to convulse and shake, blood dripping from his nose, eyes and mouth as the machines on the walls began to beep faster and more irate.
A monstrous roar ripped from the boy's throat as he jerked his arms up, sending the metallic bands holding him down flying across the room. His left hand surged forward and slammed into and through the youngest Lestrange brother's ribcage, mutilating his lungs and heart. Tearing his hand out, he stared at in horror for the briefest of moments before ripping the wires off his chest. Beyond the room to his door he could see flashing red lights and hear a ringing alarm begin to go off.
Jerking his feet out of their bindings he slid out of the uncomfortable metal bed and stumbled as he tried to get control of his legs. Grabbing the door handle he ripped the door open and off its hinges sending it flying back behind him. Stepping into the hall he could hear feet running down the corridor he was in and immediately ran in the other direction. His pupils, slits like those of a snake, jerked back and forth before he crashed through another door, his papery hospital gown flapping behind him as he ran like the hounds of hell were on his heels.
He slid to a stop though as he came into a massive two story tall chamber filled with cages housing demons and monsters. A control box nearby flashed multiple colors and he raced toward it, glancing over it. Certain buttons were numbered to match the cells in front of him and he swore loudly. He had to get away and he didn't have time to push every damn button to cause a big enough diversion. "Alohamora," he said quickly as he held onto the box.
Magic pumped through his veins and into the machine causing it to sputter and die and all the cell doors flew open releasing their various captives. Seeing his diversion stepping out of their cubicle like holdings he didn't have time to grin and merely ran toward a nearby ladder and ascended up to the next floor. "Halt," a demanding voice roared, and Harry glanced behind him to see a very tall man wearing army fatigues pointing a weapon at him.
He stood for a moment in silence before a Greplar demon pounced on the guy and tackled him to the floor. Harry quickly took up running again and slipped around corners through the labyrinth like construct before finding an elevator. Jabbing the button he was surprised when a green light popped out of a small hole he hadn't noticed and scanned him. "Access Denied," a woman's voice said far too cheerfully.
Growling the fifteen year old punched the elevator door causing it to bend deeply. Staring at his closed fist he for a moment he allowed instinct to take over and began beating on the elevator door before it finally gave way and fell inward. Running inside he found the emergency hatch above his head and shoved it open before climbing up on top of the box. Grabbing onto the thick steel wires that held the cart in place he began to climb upward, he didn't know why but he knew freedom was up, as though the sky was calling him.
Reaching a door high above, he kicked it open and heard the sound of breaking glass as he toppled into a bedroom. Glancing around, he spotted a nearby window and ran toward it. Gazing down the two flights to the ground he shrugged and slid the window open before leaping out of what appeared to be a frat house and crashing to the ground. Shaking off the shock of impact, he struggled to his feet and ran off into the night, not really certain where he was going.
"Don't I get a cookie," Spike asked looking at the red headed witch who had recently made him get engaged to the blond haired slayer. "I've still got Buffy taste in my mouth," he nearly growled before a cookie was shoved into his mouth to shut him up. Happily, the paler than normal vampire chewed away despite his arms and legs being tied to a chair.
"I just don't understand," the elderly watcher said looking at his books again with a newspaper on his desk. "Everything points to a vampire, super strength, speed, breaking the law," the graying man muttered looking closer. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation, "but it's all happening during the day, and so far only clothes and food have been stolen. I'm not sure what's going on, Buffy."
"Maybe he's flaccid like Spike is," Xander Harris said with a smirk toward the irritated bleached vampire. "I mean, all the signs point to a vampire, other than the whole day time thing, but he hasn't hurt anyone. Maybe they've found a way to make vampires lose their sun allergy?"
"Or they made one," the vampire hostage said wiggling his chair around to look at the group better. "They were taking blood samples, remember, what's to stop them from pumping some lucky Happy Meal back up with good old type V blood." Seeing everyone was staring at him he shrugged. "No one really knows what would happened if a human were to get a blood transfusion from a vampire. Heard they were dragging warlocks and witches down there as well. Anything considered 'less than human'."
"Oh, oh," Anya the former vengeance demon said pointing at the screen, her blond hair bouncing along with the rest of her. Grabbing the remote she turned it up so that everyone could hear it.
"… the Sunnydale thief has struck again," the reporter was saying and everyone turned to look at the television. "A young teen dressed in clothes stolen earlier this week from the Goodwill was spotted cleaning out the Sunnydale Blood Bank, and not of cash." A grainy video suddenly appeared showing a young person dressed in over sized clothes, and sunglasses grabbing bags of blood and running back out into the sun filled street. "If you have any information on the Blood Bank Robber, please alert local authorities immediately."
"So it is a vampire," Buffy said in shock watching the video. "But I gave Angel the gem of Amara, so how could he be running around in daylight?" The slayer looked positively baffled by such an act. The only vampire she knew to drink bagged blood was Angel, and his soul kept him from robbing places.
The vampire in the room though turned his attention to the windows and smirked. "Don't have to look far for answers luv," the annoying bleached blond said with a nod of his head toward the door. "I can feel it, like a Childe, he's got my blood in his veins, and he's out in the courtyard, probably sucking away on some type O as we speak."
Eyes wide Buffy ran to the door and threw it open, sure enough on the small bench facing away from the door, bathed in sunlight as the messy hair she'd seen on the television. His shoulders were shaking so either he was laughing or crying, she wasn't sure which. Sliding around to the side of the bench so she could see him better, she realized why he came here to hide. Four walls, and one way in unless you came from the apartment, no way for someone outside to be able to see you, it was perfect.
A few empty bags of blood littered the ground and she noticed the boy was in fact crying. Fearful she reached out to touch his shoulder, and the boy jerked roughly and turned to face her. His grubby face was tear-streaked as he stared at her with wide snake like eyes. "I… I don't know… what they did to me," he said quietly as more tears worked their way down his face. "They… made me a monster…" he sobbed.
A few minutes later he found himself inside the apartment of Rupert Giles, a fellow Englishman, and surrounded by American teens and one British vampire. "Bloody Hell," the vampire was saying shaking his head. "You mean to tell me the Americans got their hands on the Boy-Who-Lived and nobody started a war over it?"
Harry blinked at the vampire in confusion. "How do you know who I am? I didn't think," he trailed off in wonder.
"Oh please, every sodding demon knows about you and to keep the hell away from you," the vampire said from his chair. "The boy who survived the Killing Curse, do you expect anything wants to fight with that sort of power? No thank you, we quite like not being vaporized like that Volde-bloke."
"Only his body was vaporized," Harry said sadly and shaking his head. "His spirit lived on somehow, he got his body back last summer," the now demonic wizard said shaking his head. "Someone sent dementors after me, and when I used magic to protect myself they expelled me from Hogwarts and snapped my wand. The ministry took custody of me and gave me to those scientists. I suppose that makes me American property."
"What… um… what exactly did they do to you," the Weasley looking girl Harry learned was named Willow asked in a quiet voice. "I take it you weren't always feeding off blood." She said trying to sound peppy though he could see the pain in her eyes from something.
"Pumped me with demon blood as far as I could tell," he answered looking at the bags in his lap. "A Death Eater named Rabastan was working with them, keeping me sedated as he pumped all sorts of things into me. Some guy called William the Bloody, a Mayor, a Grappler and a Vengeance Demon's blood were all pumped into me before that bastard put a bonding potion in me… made sure it all stuck."
"Dear lord," Giles said taking off his glasses and wiping them on his shirt. "They basically made you a childe of Spike here," he said motioning toward the vampire tied up in the chair. "Spike is William the Bloody, another recent escapee of the Initiative. The only blood they could have gotten from Mayor Wilkins would be from the school when he was an Old One, one of the first demons. Grappler Demons are extraordinarily strong and Vengeance Demons have access to magic…"
"'Ello sport," Spike said with a grin toward the obviously shy British kid. "I suppose you can call me Da' if you want," he said with a chuckle. "I only ever sired one vampire before, staked her though before she could feed. We'll play catch or something whenever these people untie me," he said sarcastically.
"So you're a human with demonic strength and power," Buffy said looking Harry closely. He didn't really like the feeling he got from her, like she was a hunter and he was the prey. "Hey, no worries, I don't kill people, just vampires and demons and…" she saw the look on his face and trailed off, "and generally everything they put inside you… sorry," she finished lamely.
"So how did you get out," Xander asked looking at the boy in uncertainty. He had always been a fan of Demons are Evil and Humans were Good, but here was a boy who humans made into a demon. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"I, uh…" the boy started to tear up again. "I killed Rabastan and let the demons loose," he said sniffling and wiping his nose. "I didn't mean to kill him, I just wanted to push him away," he cried burying his face into his hands. "My hand went through him though. I've never killed anyone before," he said miserably.
"Shh, it's ok," Willow said wrapping her arm around the boy's shoulder. "Here have a cookie," she said holding one out to him. Sniffing the fifteen year old took it and munched on it quietly. "So what exactly is a Death Eater or a Dementor, I've never heard of those before," she said looking up at the Watcher.
"A Death Eater is a follower of Lord Voldemort," the watcher said having been silent since Harry mentioned Voldemort's return. "They're dark wizards or witches who kill people who can't do magic for sport, rather like a hunter going after quail." He grew quiet for a long moment and shuddered, even Spike and Harry shuddered as they knew what was coming. "A Dementor is one of the foulest creatures on the planet, they make you remember every horrible thing that you've ever done or had happen to you and when you're at your weakest… they feed on your soul."
"So keep them away from Peaches," Spike said with a snort. Giles looked absolutely horrified at the idea of Angel ever coming into contact with a dementor. Seeing Harry's confusion Spike snorted, "Peaches if my name for Angelus, a vampire with a soul, who is you're great, great Grandsire. He turned Drusilla, who turned me, and my blood is in you. Welcome to the Line of Aurelius, mate, we're all crazy."
"Angel is not crazy," Buffy said looking positively lived at what the vampire was saying. "He's just… broody."
"Um," Harry started looking nervous. "Should I go," he asked looking toward the door and freedom from the crazy people. He had had quite enough of that for the last few months thank you.
"We need to find a place for you to stay," Buffy said commandingly causing the boy to turn his head in her direction. "Me and Willow live the girls dorm at college, so we can't take you with us. Giles apartment is a bit crowded right now with Spike, and Xander… well…"
"Xander lives in his parents' basement," Anya said to Harry before glaring at Buffy. "And he can't stay with us anyway. How am I supposed to have orgasms with a little kid staring at me while I'm naked?" Harry's snake like eyes went wide at the woman's question and he blushed madly at the thought of one of these older girls being naked.
"What about your mom, Buff," Xander asked looking at the blond haired slayer. "I'm sure she's lonely without you around, and a super strong teenager just might make her feel like she's back in the loop," he said before turning to Anya. "Hun, please don't mention orgasms and you being naked in front of impressionable teenage boys. I know from experience just what that can do to a person."
"I'll have to ask her," Buffy said biting her lower lip as her hazel eyes looked at the thin and frail looking boy. 'Maybe they'll be good for one another,' she said thoughtfully looking at the young boy with calculating eyes.
"Thanks for letting me stay, Mrs. Summers," Harry said happily to the older blond woman who smiled down at him kindly. Her house was huge, much bigger than the Dursley house and a lot less cluttered than the Weasleys'. In his arms were a lot of clothes that the nice people who called themselves Scoobies had helped him get still in bags. The giant clothes from the Goodwill had been left behind so he was wearing more form fitting items that weren't falling off him.
"It's no problem at all," Joyce said as she ushered him through the entry way and to the stairs. "There's a spare bedroom on the left of the stairs, you can stay there for as long as you like." The hazel eyed woman smiled at the all too thin boy trying to make his way up the stairs loaded down with bags. She turned her eyes on her daughter who was smiling brightly at her mom. "So what's the plan with Harry going to be? Staying here won't really hide him from those army guys."
Buffy suddenly blushed and looked away from her mom and started for the kitchen. "Buffy," her mother called after her and followed her into the kitchen.
"Well, we need a way to hide him right, and Giles called the council and they convinced his family to give up all rights to him," she said licking her lips and looking anywhere but at her mother. "So, we were sort of wondering if you wouldn't mind having another kid, you know, alittlebrotherforme," she said quickly and looking up at her mother pleadingly.
Joyce sighed and sat at the counter rubbing her temple another headache quickly forming. "We'll see," she finally said shaking her head. "We need to see how well Harry and I get along, and he'll need to agree to it," she said before grabbing two asprin and swallowing them. "I really would appreciate a heads up before you throw something like that at me Buffy."
"Wow," Harry's voice sounded before his feet could be heard thundering down the steps and he raced into the kitchen. "That room is huge! So much bigger than my last room," he said happily. "And I mean before the whole experiment thing. My Aunt and Uncle gave me this really tiny room that used to be my cousin's second bedroom. They were horrible people," he said suddenly looking off into the distance. "I think I've only called them that once before."
He smiled brightly before hugging the still sitting Joyce tightly, "You're the best Mrs. Summers." Leaving a thoroughly hugged woman behind, he moved to the backdoor and stared out the window before slipping out the door. Buffy and Joyce both moved to the kitchen sink and watched as he seemed to simply run around acting more like a ten year old than a fifteen year old.
"Giles thinks he was abused," Buffy said quietly watching the strange boy play. "He doesn't like to be touched, and he always looks suspicious when someone's nice to him," she told her mother. "I don't get it, I'm supposed to fight the demons, the evil creatures that prey on the innocent, and now this kid is throwing me off balance. Humans have been far crueler to him than any demon I've ever met. Even Spike is nice to him."
Joyce sighed sadly and put her hand comfortingly on her daughter's shoulder. "Buffy, I tried so hard to protect you from things when you were younger that you really didn't have to question anything," she said tiredly. Leading her into the living room the two sat on the couch and Joyce took her daughter's hand between hers. "If there's one thing I've learned it's that everyone has the ability for good or evil in them, even vampires like Spike. The world isn't black and white, it's not about a soul or no soul, it's about the choices everyone makes."
"It's not our abilities that make us good or evil," a quiet voice said from the kitchen doorway, causing both girls to look up and see the raven haired boy looking at them seriously. "A wise man or at least I thought he was, once told me, it's not our abilities but how we choose to use them that make us good or evil. A lot of people thought I was evil because I could talk to snakes, and now, I'm some sort of demon cocktail, but I don't feel evil. I can feel it though, a great permeating darkness just out of reach. It's sort of like that feeling when an old lady is taking too long to write a check at the checkout counter and you want to beat her with a loaf of bread, but stronger. It's always there; it's just whether or not you decide to give into it."
"But Giles and Angel said you have to have a soul to be good," Buffy said sticking to her beliefs that she'd been taught by her Watcher and great love.
"Pfft," Harry said waving his hand at that. "Tell that to Tom Riddle, the nice little boy who decided to become Voldemort and murder my parents and half the wizards in the world. A soul doesn't give a damn if it's in a good body or an evil body. You might feel guilty later, but a soul doesn't stop you. That's your conscience, something taught to you while you're young. The problem with that is it can be overthrown by any human emotion pushed to the extreme like Fear, Jealousy, Hatred or even Love."
"That doesn't make any sense though," Buffy said shaking her head. "Angel loved me when he had a soul, he was a good person, helping me keep the Hellmouth under control. When he lost it he became Angelus, a monster bent on killing everyone I've ever cared about."
"I don't know anything about Angel or Angelus to say one way or another," Harry said with a shrug. "But it sounds like his soul and conscience were a leash, a tether, and once he was off it the real him came out. It seriously begs the question of if Angel was being truthful or not." The boy crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.
"It reminds me of Ginny and Riddle's diary really," Harry said ignoring the tears threatening to spill over from Buffy's eyes. "Riddle put a fragment of his soul in a magic diary that wrote back to Ginny whenever she wrote in it. He started off friendly and nice, working his way in until she got friendly enough with him, then he used her to unleash his evil onto the whole school, releasing a basilisk that petrified a bunch of students while sucking the life out of her. Angelus sounds like he was doing the same thing."
"SHUT UP," Buffy screamed standing, her whole body was shaking in rage. "You don't know anything! You're just some… some… THING created from a boy's body and demon blood," she yelled now ignoring Harry's flinches. "I can't believe we helped you! You're as evil as the demons running through your veins!"
"Buffy," Joyce shouted as the girl leaped toward a shocked Harry and grabbed him. The mother could only watch as her daughter lifted the fifteen year old by the throat and throw him out the door and into the yard. "Buffy calm down," she tried to placate her daughter who wasn't bothering to listen.
"Get out of here! No one wants you around," a crying Buffy shouted as she glared down at the boy in her yard. "You're Aunt and Uncle already gave you up! You're just a thing that nobody wants around them!" She would have kept yelling but the boy had lifted himself up and ran down the street. Turning around feeling slightly vindicated Buffy saw her mother glaring daggers at her.
Author's Note: Yay for scene breaking lines!
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