Demon Contract

9foxgrl

Summary: After a near death blow by the Dursley's on his fifth birthday Harry is offered the deal of a lifetime. Any wish he wants granted on his eighteenth birthday. In exchange he agrees to be the Dark Demon Prince's vessel and help him fulfill his tasks to be named King.

Re-edited 31 March 2012

Prolouge

A shadow seeped into the suburban home on Privet Drive. It felt something calling it. Soon it found the caller. A five year old child who was just skin and bones huddled up in the cupboard under the stairwell. The shadow shifted and formed into a figure who was hidden in the darkness of the night. He could tell this child was near death now. The bruises, the cuts and scars.

"Hello there, what your name?"

"Harry..." the boy muttered.

"Harry...do you want to make a deal?"

"Breaking News, a former principal from the primary school in Surrey was found today dead in his home. Scotland Yard had discovered during their autopsy of the body markings similar to that of a past investigation. Looking into the teacher's background they found that the man was a serial rapist that was unregistered in the community."

"Good heavens." Petunia gasped as she watched the news, unaware of her six year old was looking at the news as well with hungry eyes.

"Not bad for your first collection." crooned a dark voice in the boy's head.

Harry smiled.

"Can you tell me about my parents?" Harry asked as he waited on a rooftop for a person to come out of a warehouse.

"All I know about your Dad was that he was a somewhat prejudice idiot who liked to prank people. Good at Transfiguration."

"What...Transfiguration?" the six year old asked.

"Using magic to change one thing to another."

"Oh...and Mum?"

"Nice lady, adopted illegally when she was a baby. A mistress in Charms and Potions."

"You said adopted illegally...so the Dursleys aren't really my family?"

"Guess not. Makes me wonder why you live with them. Ah! Here comes our target now. "

The boy nodded as his eyes turned yellow.

Year One

A young boy was sitting all alone in the last compartment of the Hogwarts Express as it pulled out of London. He was rather short and skinny for an eleven year old. His hair was pitch black with long bangs that covered his forehead and partially obscured his solemn emerald eyes. He wore a long sleeve faded black shirt and black denim jeans with worn trainers. Black was by far his favorite color. It made it easier to hide in the shadows.

"Harry, we need to talk. Face to Face." a cold voice sang out.

He stared out the window for a few minutes then took out a small circular mirror made entirely of obsidian.

"Hail quod narro valde procer of obscurum." he muttered.

His reflection appeared in the mirror only the figure had yellow eyes with white pupils and black sclera. A sadistic grin complemented his face. The Dark Demon Prince; Rynder.

"Hello Rynder."

"Hi Harry. So nice that Father sent you a soul reflector. Now we can talk face to face instead of in your head."

"Cut the cheek Rynder. I'm going to Hogwarts like you wanted."

"Oh? How I wanted? So you would rather be at the Dursleys working to the bone for those petting zoo rejects instead of learning magic?"

"I didn't say that. Getting away from the Durselys is a plus. Learning magic is the extra bonus. That's beside the point. What is our first priority on this mission?"

"We need to get you into the Slytherin House. That's our first priority."

"You want me to be in what House?"

"Slytherin."

"Why? Hagrid said that was the worst."

"Not the worst Harry. It's like with us Demons. Most people think we are evil, but we are really just sly and sneaking. And besides, the most dangerous demon artifact is in the heart of the dungeons where their dorm is. It will be easier to access if you are in their house."

"Okay." Harry said. The compartment door opened and he quickly slid the obsidian mirror into his jacket.

He looked up to see a blonde boy come in and slid the door close. He ducked down as two boys walked past.

"Let me guess. They won't leave you alone?" Harry asked.

"How did you guess?" the boy panted.

"That's why I'm back here. I'm Harry."

"Draco Malfoy." the boy looked at him up and down. "What's your last name?"

"Potter."

Draco's jaw dropped.

"Please don't fuss over it. I got hassled enough at Diagon Alley." Harry said quickly. He shuddered as he remembered all the people who were eager to meet him when he and Hagrid entered the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily all his training in stealth help him escape the mob.

"Not the one for fame?" Draco asked as he sat down. His godfather Snape told him he would probably be ecstatic about it, especially if he was anything like his father.

"Far from it." Harry said wearily. He hesitated as someone's shadow drew across the compartment window. He quickly grabbed a magazine out of no where and shielded his face with it.

"They're gone now!" Rynder's voice sang out.

"It was just those lackeys of mine trying to track me down again. My father probably put them up to it. So do you really have- the scar?"

Harry smiled meekly and pushed his long bangs away to reveal the mark. He quickly brushed them back. Rydner had enchanted them to grow longer so he would not be gawked at for the scar. It would have been hard to accomplish this if he had still worn glasses, something Rynder had quickly taking care of saying quote: "I do not need glasses. It is better to fix your eyes then to waste them away."

"Merlin. Why do you hide it?"

"Like I said. I don't like to get attention to myself. I'm happier in the shadows." Harry said.

Malfoy blinked. That was true enough. With the somber clothes that the boy wore, he could easily blend in the background with out anyone noticing.

"A kid after my heart. When you die, I'm claiming your soul as my loyal subject." Rynder commented.

'No thanks, I would rather be dead then spend eternity as your loyal underling.'

"You wound me Harry!"

"So what house do you want to be in?"

"Slytherin." said Harry without hesitation.

Draco's jaw dropped. for the second time.

"What?"

"That Savior. Of-"

"Don't say that! I didn't ask for those damned nicknames and titles." Harry spat. Draco jumped as his eyes flash yellow. The temperature in the compartment dropped.

"Easy. You might used what little shadow magic you have! I can't get into Hogwarts if the wards sense my presence right away!"

'Sorry Rynder.'

"Okay…so you want to be in Slytherin? Well that's great. My family has been in there for generations."

"We have guests coming. Do not chase them out."

The door slid open revealing a plump shy boy and a girl with frazzled brown hair.

"Hi, is it alright if we sit in here? Everywhere else is full." the girl asked.

"Go ahead." Harry said. 'Friends Rynder?'

"Not mine. But they could be for you."

Draco stared at the girl. "Who are you?"

"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said as she and the Malfoy scion continued their starring match.

"I never heard of a wizarding family with the name of Granger."

"I'm muggleborn."

"Oh." Draco said, sounding slightly disappointed. "Not that, that's bad or anything but…my parents are pureblood. They think all mud- I mean muggle borns are beneath knowing. So…around other people that they are friends with…I might have to ignore you."

"Sorry to hear that."

Harry and the other boy exchanged a look then shuddered.

"Preteen romance." Rynder sighed. "Can you just smell the pheromones in the air?"

'Shut up Rynder!'

"I'm Harry. And that love sick git over there is Draco Malfoy."

"Hi." Draco said not looking away. He paused and turned to Harry. "Oi! I am not a git!"

"But you are love sick?"

"Ha! He walked into that one!"

"I am not!"

"I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom."

"So…we were talking about what Houses we wanted to be in. Neville?"

"I'll probably be in Hufflepuff. I'm not that good at magic."

"The kid has buckets of it. He just needs confidence."

"It might just be confidence issues." Harry said relaying Rynder's message.

"Maybe?"

"Hermione? Any preference?"

"I thought Ravenclaw or Gryffindor."

The door opened again revealing the two twin redheads and a boy with dreads.

"See Jordan. I told you Harry Potter was here."

"Blimey. Nice to meet you Harry. I'm Jordan. You've already met Fred and George."

"He's not Fred! I am!"

"The one on the left is Fred. He has more freckles on his cheeks and a faint scar on his left thumb. The one on the right is George. He has no scar on his thumb, but one on his middle digit. Probably for throwing the one finger salute at someone." Harry said rolled his eyes.

The twins gawked at Harry then at each other before dragging their friend out.

"Someone can tell us apart Forge!"

"Our plans are foil Gred. We may need to recruit him!"

Harry hit his head on the window. "These next seven years are going to be Hell."

To Be Continued…

Next Time:

"Where to put you?"

'Slytherin'

"You are brave, yet not as rash as many Gryffindors. Intelligent and love to read, a strong Ravenclaw side there."

'Just say Slytherin already!'

"Slytherin? But you are not-"

"If you don't say Slytherin you godforsaken hat I will turn you to ash." Rynder cursed.

Translations:

- Hail quod narro valde procer of obscurum : Hail and speak great prince of Darkness.