Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, because J.K Rowling does.
A/N: This is uses the idea of Harry being a demon lord, except he knows of it, and tries to hide it from everybody, and many thanks and a dedication to DumbleDore123. If you know any good "Harry becomes a werewolf" fics, please send them to him! …And me.
The boy who lived twice.
The door slammed shut behind Uncle Vernon, as Harry soundlessly dragged his trunk upstairs. After putting the trunk underneath his bed, he opened Hedwig's cage and then fell back onto his bed. Two more months until returning to Hogwarts. Hogwarts usually made him feel that he was truly at home. Although he wasn't to sure that he wanted to go back right now… Not after what happened to Cedric… There were just too many memories… And nightmares. As he stared at the ceiling, his eyelids slowly shut.
He was holding onto the hedge; near the cup, but his leg was injured, and Cedric was there.
"Stop being noble. Just take it, then we can get out of here."
"No. Go on"
"Both of us,"
"What?"
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
"You – you sure?"
"Yeah. Yeah…we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."
"You're on. Come here."
"On three, right? One – two – three –"
"Kill the spare."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Cedric lay dead.
The scenery changed, and he was in some pitch-black place.
"It's all your fault that I died." Said voice behind him.
Harry turned to see Cedric staring at him.
"You wanted Cho. Admit it Harry, you wished me dead so you could have her." Cedric said melancholically.
"I – I…" Harry faltered.
He did wish Cedric dead, but he didn't really want it to happen…
"You would have lived anyway, but you had to make me take the cup with you. And I died." Cedric said, watching him.
"I… I didn't know." Harry said, eyes looking down, lump forming in his throat.
"How could you not know? You-know-who was after you. You knew that. You were told to be careful. But you had to drag me with you." Cedric said un- accusatorily.
"I didn't know that you would die. I never meant for you to die. I'm sorry," Harry broke off miserably, voice tightened.
"Sorry isn't going to bring back. But I know who will." Cedric said casually.
"Who?" Harry asked, not expecting this.
"Persiphi, ruler of the deceased. She only does favors for other rulers." Cedric said.
"What does that have to do with me?" Harry asked curiously.
"Plenty. You're the Demon Lord the demons are looking for, since You-Know- Who cast Avada Kedavra on you." Cedric said knowingly.
"And how would you know all this?" Harry asked, pinching himself.
"I asked her. After all, I don't want to remain dead, although it's not so bad." Cedric said defensively.
"I'll do it. After all they can't do worse then Voldemort. What do I need to do?" Harry asked.
"You summon a demon with a pentagram. Make a pentagram with anything, even ink would do, and sit in the center, and the pentagram will do the rest." Cedric said, fading away.
Harry found himself awake. He was probably dreaming too much… Although it wouldn't hurt to try… And if it did work… Cedric'll be back.
"BOY! DINNER!" Aunt Petunia yelled.
But Harry was already drawing a pentagram with ink.
A/N Unfortunately, this was very short, but it'll get longer. My parents are pretty pissed, but oh well, I don't care. Good Night.
Please Review!
Mione
A/N: This is uses the idea of Harry being a demon lord, except he knows of it, and tries to hide it from everybody, and many thanks and a dedication to DumbleDore123. If you know any good "Harry becomes a werewolf" fics, please send them to him! …And me.
The boy who lived twice.
The door slammed shut behind Uncle Vernon, as Harry soundlessly dragged his trunk upstairs. After putting the trunk underneath his bed, he opened Hedwig's cage and then fell back onto his bed. Two more months until returning to Hogwarts. Hogwarts usually made him feel that he was truly at home. Although he wasn't to sure that he wanted to go back right now… Not after what happened to Cedric… There were just too many memories… And nightmares. As he stared at the ceiling, his eyelids slowly shut.
He was holding onto the hedge; near the cup, but his leg was injured, and Cedric was there.
"Stop being noble. Just take it, then we can get out of here."
"No. Go on"
"Both of us,"
"What?"
"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."
"You – you sure?"
"Yeah. Yeah…we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together."
"You're on. Come here."
"On three, right? One – two – three –"
"Kill the spare."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Cedric lay dead.
The scenery changed, and he was in some pitch-black place.
"It's all your fault that I died." Said voice behind him.
Harry turned to see Cedric staring at him.
"You wanted Cho. Admit it Harry, you wished me dead so you could have her." Cedric said melancholically.
"I – I…" Harry faltered.
He did wish Cedric dead, but he didn't really want it to happen…
"You would have lived anyway, but you had to make me take the cup with you. And I died." Cedric said, watching him.
"I… I didn't know." Harry said, eyes looking down, lump forming in his throat.
"How could you not know? You-know-who was after you. You knew that. You were told to be careful. But you had to drag me with you." Cedric said un- accusatorily.
"I didn't know that you would die. I never meant for you to die. I'm sorry," Harry broke off miserably, voice tightened.
"Sorry isn't going to bring back. But I know who will." Cedric said casually.
"Who?" Harry asked, not expecting this.
"Persiphi, ruler of the deceased. She only does favors for other rulers." Cedric said.
"What does that have to do with me?" Harry asked curiously.
"Plenty. You're the Demon Lord the demons are looking for, since You-Know- Who cast Avada Kedavra on you." Cedric said knowingly.
"And how would you know all this?" Harry asked, pinching himself.
"I asked her. After all, I don't want to remain dead, although it's not so bad." Cedric said defensively.
"I'll do it. After all they can't do worse then Voldemort. What do I need to do?" Harry asked.
"You summon a demon with a pentagram. Make a pentagram with anything, even ink would do, and sit in the center, and the pentagram will do the rest." Cedric said, fading away.
Harry found himself awake. He was probably dreaming too much… Although it wouldn't hurt to try… And if it did work… Cedric'll be back.
"BOY! DINNER!" Aunt Petunia yelled.
But Harry was already drawing a pentagram with ink.
A/N Unfortunately, this was very short, but it'll get longer. My parents are pretty pissed, but oh well, I don't care. Good Night.
Please Review!
Mione