A/N: HELLO!! Anyhoo, this is the first chapter of the rewrite. It's quite different but I like it like this. I was thinking about not putting this up until I got back to where I left off but I figured since this is a lot different from the original, why not? I'll leave the other version up though, at least until I get this to chapter 3 or 4. Now, on to the show!
Heaven and Hell: Battle for the Jewel of Earth.
Chapter One: My Savior, The Demon Prince.
He sat in his cupboard, curled up in the corner of the small, suffocating space, shivering. The Dursley's had completely cleaned out the cupboard of everything. His school things were in the basement; the little cot that use to be in there was gone, everything. All he had was the wooden floor, the plastered walls and a little spider to keep him company.
It hurt just for him to move. After what he did to Aunt Marge last summer, they had been furious for being embarrassed and for him having the audacity to do such a thing. Even to this day he never regretted it and even told that to Uncle Vernon, earning him a particularly nasty beating. These beatings became frequent until breathing was an incredible feat to accomplish. He was sure several of his ribs were broken and he knew that his right arm was broken. His back was on fire from the gashes of a butcher knife, uncle Vernon pulled on him and moving his legs caused extreme pain. His throat burned and ached something horrible. It was raw from all the screaming he had done at one point and several others. Now, whenever Vernon did something that caused for him to scream, he was silent. He had screamed his voice away.
He jumped slightly, wincing at the movement, at the sound of heavy boots walking down the hall. They weren't from Uncle Vernon or Dudley because heavy breathing would accompany them and who ever it was, was being frighteningly silent, aside from the boots. His glasses-less eyes were wide in the dark of his cupboard as the person stopped at the door to the cupboard.
" . . .Harry?" Came a voice. Harry's heart sped up. He knew he recognized that voice but he hadn't heard it in so long. Harry tried to say something but all that came out was a wheeze and a wet cough. Then the Cupboard door was yanked open and a pair of familiar, glowing reddish, yellow-orange eyes that reminded him of flames, appeared. " Fucking hell." The man cursed angrily. " Don't worry, Harry. I'm getting you outta here." The man said in a gentler voice.
Harry smiled gratefully before submitting to blissful darkness.
~HaH~
Harry woke up with the sun gleaming in his eyes and the breeze tickling his skin, cooling him off from the hot of the sun. He yawned and opened his eyes and blinked in surprise. He stared up through the tall trees of some forest, at the fluffy clouds that went by before sitting up, gasping when he noticed the absence of a familiar pain. His ribs had been completely healed, much to his surprise. He lifted up the clean white shirt he was wearing to see nothing but a couple of dark bruises around his ribs. He was skinny enough that his ribs could be seen and they didn't look grotesquely out of place like before. They were normal.
He moved his right arm around; noticing no pains, only stiffness, and the bone wasn't even jutting out of his skin like before. The gashes in his back didn't seem to be there either, nor the ones on his thighs and legs, though, he could see faint scars on his legs since he was wearing a pair of shorts. He smiled, the first one since summer began.
' Maybe my voice works . . .' He thought. He tried to speak but still, all he got was a series of wheezes. He slumped his shoulders in disappointment. ' Will I ever get my voice back?'
" Hey, what's with the long face?" A deep voice asked. Harry's head snapped up and his eyes widened in recognition of the person who had just come from out of the forests. He stood around 6'3 at least, an inch taller than Snape. He had slightly tanned skin and chin length white/silver hair. The narrow, fire-like eyes were now an ice blue color but glittered with friendliness, something Harry hadn't seen since school let out. He had a rather pointed nose and thin lips that made him look dangerous and sexy, definitely not cute. The man wore a long, heavy, dark red trench coat, which buttoned to the waist and the rest of it left flapping open in the wind. The man's legs were clad in black leather with two gun holsters on either hip. He had knee high boots the same color as his gloves, which were black. On his back was a giant sword with what looked like devil wings as a hilt.
Harry grinned, wishing he could have screamed out his joy for the man he hadn't seen in what seemed like forever.
' Dante.' He thought happily.
' Hey, kid.' Harry jumped in surprise at hearing his voice in his head. Dante chuckled a little, kneeling next to Harry. ' Forgot our little telepathic connection existed, eh?' Harry nodded sheepishly. ' Well . . .looks like we're gonna have to use it until you get your voice back.' Dante said, a spark of anger appearing in his eyes. ' Remind me to kill those sorry excuses for humans later, alright?' Dante said, gently brushing some hair from Harry's still bruised face.
' Whatever.' Harry said, rolling his eyes. ' Where have you been?' Harry asked sadly. ' You were gone forever!'
' In Vedli Haven, one of many demon realms. Time there is so damn slow, it only seemed like a month or two had passed since I left not . . .' Dante said, he looked over Harry. ' Five years, you're what, 13?' Harry nodded. ' I'm sorry, kid. I shouldn't have left without at least finding some way to check on you. I might have been able to prevent this.'
' Don't blame yourself because I don't.' Harry smiled sadly at him and Dante nodded, sitting down across from the boy. ' But thanks for getting me out of there when you did. One more day and I'd have been dead.'
' No problem.' Dante smirked. ' After all, it is your birthday.' Harry's eyes widened.
' Really? I completely forgot.' Dante laughed a bit, before pulling out all of the presents he had put in Harry's trunk (that he rescued from the Dursley's.) ' So I see you go to Hogwarts now.' Dante said, handing Harry one of the presents.
' Yeah. I just finished my third year.' Harry told him proudly, tearing at the snitch wrapping paper.
' You doin' good?' Harry nodded. ' I thought so. You're parents were the same way.'
' Um . . .I do well in pretty much everything but History of Magic, Divination and Potions. History is terribly boring, Professor Trelawney is a fraud and Professor Snape hates me.' He said grimly. Harry opened the box and looked at all the joke paraphernalia with curiosity. He knew it was from the twins. In their letter, they told him to use them wisely, in other words, hit unsuspecting people at random opportune times.
' Snape eh? I remember him. Greasy guy who looks like he got smacked with one too many bludgers?' Dante grinned. Harry laughed but no sound came out, making him annoyed.
' Yeah, that's him.' Harry said, taking the next gift Dante handed him. ' He's got a grudge against my dad or something. I think it had to do with that dumb prank Sirius pulled on him one time.' Dante raised a thin white eyebrow.
' Who's Sirius?' He asked. Harry didn't answer straight away because he was opening his present from Sirius and Remus. They had given him several journals of his mothers and a little wooden box with, Lilies; feathers and a sun that looked like it had horns growing out of it, on the box. Harry opened it and gaped at the bracelet inside. It must have belonged to his mother because it was too feminine for his father, he was sure. It was made of pure crystal that glowed slightly and hummed with a faint melody that he couldn't quite catch because it was so low. The crystal wasn't just a plain band bracelet either. The crystal was woven like a braid.
' It's beautiful.' Harry thought.
' Yeah, and strangely familiar.' Dante added with a frown. He couldn't quite place where he had seen the bracelet before. Harry looked at him with a hint of worry.
' It's not dangerous is it?'
' No, it's perfectly fine. Put it on.' Harry pouted.
' But it's for a girl.' Harry said with a pointed look. Dante smirked.
' And you could pass as a girl if you wanted.' Harry lightly smacked him on the shoulder, earning a broad grin with pointed canines showing through. Harry slipped it over his thin wrist anyway and jumped slightly when it shrank a bit to fit his wrist snuggly. Harry saddened, knowing that he must have been dreadfully thin if it had to shrink, from his mother's size to his own. Dante noticed this and sneered slightly, feeling the urge to go and kill those Dursley's now.
' Here, open the rest of these and then we can talk a bit.' Dante said. Harry nodded.
His present from the other Weasley's was a great birthday cake, completely chocolate with flashing green icing spelling out his name and saying Happy Birthday. From Ron he received a self-updating Defense against the Dark Arts book. Last year he had started showing a complete and total interest in defending himself. He felt as if he'd need it. From Hermione he received an emerald green t-shirt with find the Snitch on the front, a picture of a magically animated Snitch in place of the word. He also received a pair of jeans. Both articles of clothing would have fit perfectly had he not have lost so much weight.
' We'll have to build that weight right back up.' Dante said thoughtfully. ' I can't have my favorite little person being scrawny.'
' Hey, I am not little.' Harry glared. Dante raised an eyebrow as if to say ' oh really?' Harry had barely grown since Dante last saw him. He was only 5'5 1/2, below average for a boy his age.
' So . . .now that the presents are out of the way, why don't you tell me who this Sirius person is.' Dante said.
' Well, It turns out that he's my Godfather.' Harry said. He went into the whole story of how Sirius was wrongfully convicted and set up and how he escaped the wizarding prison to kill the real perpetrator and finally see his Godson. He told him how he and his best friend Hermione used a time turner to help save Sirius and the Hippogriff.
' Well that's interesting.' Dante said. ' Care to tell me about your first two years?'
' You're in for a long and bumpy ride then.' Harry smirked.
' I live for the bumpy.'
' You are so corny.'
~HaH~ 2 weeks later.
They were still in the little clearing of the forests just relaxing and catching up. Dante gave Harry a late birthday present, some time ago, which consisted of a lot of new clothing and a package he told him not to open until October 31st.
The two weeks after Dante rescued Harry, were spent trying to get his weight back up and strengthening his weak body. He was now well enough to walk; having been rather weak kneed the first time he tried, on his Birthday. He still couldn't speak. Dante figured his voice was damaged from the strangling and all the screaming but it wasn't permanent. He just had to rest his voice for a while.
At the moment, Harry was relaxing by a river; his khaki pants were rolled up to the knees while he stuck his feet into the cool water. He slightly kicked his feet and sighed, running a hand through his longish black hair that practically covered his eyes.
Dante had run off somewhere, for some reason or other. He understood that the man was busy but he really didn't want to be left alone. It was probably the only thing he feared, being alone.
' Dante will never leave me.' Harry thought. ' He'll always be there and he'll always come back.' He smiled. He stood up and yawned, stretching like a cat. He heard a few bones in his back crack and he grinned in contentment.
" Gotcha!" Harry made a noise of surprise when he was suddenly pushed into the cool river. When he surface, Dante let out a loud laugh at the drowned cat look Harry was sporting.
' That was not funny.' Harry sent angrily.
" Of course it was, love." Dante said. He extended a hand for Harry, which the boy gratefully took. Harry would have tried to pull Dante in but the man was not only too strong for him but constantly on his guard, even if it didn't seem like it. Dante pulled Harry out, effortlessly, and grabbed the towel he brought from off the ground. " Sorry about that, really. I just wanted to see your face." Dante said, wrapping the shivering boy up in the big downy towel.
' Yeah, you sadistic--'
" Hey, watch your mouth." Dante said gently. He knew from experiences that accosting Harry with even fake anger gave him flashbacks of that bastard uncle of his.
' So, where'd you go?' Harry asked as they headed back to their campsite.
' Went to visit a family in Surrey.' He said, switching to telepathy. Harry gave him a sharp, suspicious look.
' What did you do.' Harry demanded.
' Nothing they didn't deserve.' Dante's smirk turned into a wicked grin, one that brought the demon out in him.
~HaH~ #4 Privet Drive, August 16th
Remus, Severus and Albus, were all, shocked beyond words upon reaching Privet Drive to take Harry to Hogwarts early. The simple and plain home was frighteningly quiet. There looked like there was a struggle in the hallway. The cupboard door was hanging off by a hinge and there was a trail of blood from it to the front door. There was dried, muddy boot prints leading from the front door, to upstairs, back downstairs and to the living room.
" What the hell happened here." Remus whispered. He sniffed the air a bit. " It smells like fear and pain." He said worriedly, walking towards the living room where he stopped cold.
" What is it, Remus?" Albus said, fearing the worst. He and Severus walked up beside Remus and stared in confusion at the Dursley's. They appeared to be just sitting in front of the T.V, watching it but several things were wrong with this picture. One, the T.V wasn't on, Two; they were still in their pajamas in the middle of the day. They smelled as if they hadn't changed clothes nor washed in a while. Also, there was no sign of movement from them, except for harsh breathing so they knew they weren't dead.
" What's wrong with them?" Remus asked when Severus walked up to observe them. He checked their glazed eyes and their pulses, noticing the clammy, grayish skin. Severus frowned.
" Someone's given them a poison." He told them.
" What does it do, Severus?" Albus asked, the twinkle in his eye was gone.
" It causes you to live through a traumatic experience, not necessarily your own, and the pain that was felt before is now felt 20 times worse than originally." He said grimly. Remus paled. " They've been under for at least two or three days. I don't think there's any chance of them coming out of this sane."
" Could Deatheaters . . ." Remus trailed off at the prospect of Harry having gone through this and then taken away. Severus shook his head and walked back over to them.
" No, this isn't a human made potion." Severus said. " The only reason why I even know what potion was used is because I know the man who modified it to be as worse as it is." He sneered.
" Who?" Albus asked.
" Dante."
" Do you mean that man, James and Lily use to hang around with all the time?" Remus asked. Severus nodded. " Don't tell me he kidnapped, Harry. I remember he use to be so gentle with him when he was born. Lily even told me it was impossible for him to harm Harry in any way!" The Marauders had met Dante sometime in their third year but Lily had known the man since she was a small child. He looked to be somewhere in his early thirties but his hair was strangely white. From that time to the time Harry had been born the man had never changed or aged, bringing them to the conclusion that could be a vampire. Dante had always been a cold and distant man, except with Lily and Harry when he was born but with everyone else, it was like he didn't trust them. When Lily and James were killed, he disappeared and none of them had ever seen him since.
" I didn't say he did anything to Potter, I know he can't." He added quietly. Remus still heard him and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. " I'm just saying that he poisoned the Dursley's for what ever reasons, I don't know."
" Well then," Albus said quietly. " We should split up and check the house for any signs of Harry." Just then a small pop sounded from the middle of the living room. Each wizard had his wands extended at the small devil like creature.
" What is that?" Remus asked cautiously.
" I've never seen it before, don't think I know all the answers." Snape scowled. Albus extended his hand for the creature. " Albus, what are you doing?" Severus sputtered. " It could be dangerous!"
" Lighten up, my dear boy. It's but a harmless messenger." Albus said. The small creature made a noise of appreciation and rested on his hand, being no bigger than two of his fingers. The creature dropped a note in his hand before saluting and popping away. The old man un-scrolled the letter, which looked to have been too much for the poor little messenger to carry.
" What does it say?" Remus asked. Albus began to read aloud.
Sorry if I've made you wizards run amuck looking for Harry. I had only been gone for 5 years when I return to find him practically dead in a cupboard of all places. If you idiots weren't going to do anything then I sure as hell wasn't going to wait for you to do something. He was in a terrible shape when I found him and I fixed him up as best as I could. I'll bring him to Hogwarts on August 30th but don't expect me to leave him there. I'm staying whether you like it or not.
Oh and don't worry about those Dursley's. They deserve every bit of what they're getting. No one will miss them anyway.
Dante.
" What a cruel man." Albus said thoughtfully.
" And you're just going to allow, Potter to stay with him until the 30th?" Severus snapped. " Who knows how much he's changed since we last saw him." He knew Dante as well, though not as well as Lily and the Marauders. He and Dante had a sort of potions feud going on where they'd try to out do each other with their potions skills. Some of the potions used today, like the de-petrification (is that what it's called?) potion was created by Dante and Snape created the potion used to relieve the effects of the Cruciatus himself.
" Not much, I assure you." Dumbledore said. " I met with a friend of his just last week. She's known him for quite some time and has told me that he's still the same old Dante we remember, if a little soft-hearted." Severus snorted.
" That man has a heart of black diamonds, Albus. Him going soft is like saying Fudge will finally admit he's a complete waste of space."
" Hm, you never know." Albus smiled.
" What I'm worried about is why Harry was in such a terrible condition." Remus said, causing Dumbledore's smile to drop. " Now that I think about it, Harry told me that the Dursley's use to make him sleep in the cupboard under the stairs." Remus said grimly, looking back at that cupboard. " Ron even told me that he and his brothers had to break him out of the room the Dursley's finally gave him. The windows had bars on them."
" What kind of people . . ." Snape muttered under his breath.
" Not the kind of people you've fooled yourself into believing they were." Remus snapped, eyes glowing in his wolfish anger. Snape didn't even have the decency to look apologetic. Instead, he sneered.
" Well at least I can see where Potter gets his arrogance and disregard for other people from." He smirked.
" Why you--" Remus pointed his wand at the ex-Deatheater, intent on wiping that smirk off his face. Snape raised his own wand.
" Gentlemen!" Dumbledore said sternly, eyes disappointed and cold. " You are not children anymore and as adults I expect you to act like them." The two men, lowered their wands, glaring daggers at each other all the while. Remus sighed and looked away from Snape. He gave an apologetic smile towards the old headmaster.
" I'm sorry Albus, I just can't stand it when people assume Harry's something he's obviously not. He told me how the Dursley's use to treat him and I almost had half a mind to come here and do in with them myself." He said quietly. Albus nodded in understanding.
" Apology accepted, Remus. Now, I believe we should clean up this little mess and see if we can do something about those Dursley's. It wouldn't do well for the muggle police to find them like this."
~HaH~
It was sometime in the middle of the night when Harry awoke because of another nightmare. They always left him particularly shaken up only this time, he felt strangely comforted and calm. He soon realized that this was because he was curled up in Dante's arms. He had always felt safe with Dante. He never was really able to spend time with Dante when he was younger but the man had a way of being there even though he wasn't physically present and because of that, all his scary childhood nightmares had become non-existent.
Harry looked up into Dante's sleeping face. He smiled a little, noticing how even in his sleep, Dante was on guard. He could tell by the tenseness in the mans face and the semi loose hold he had on him. He sighed softly so as not to alert the man. He sometimes wished Dante would just relax once in his life. Surely sleep was a time to relax?
" Why are you staring at me?" The man mumbled, opening one eye. Harry smiled sleepily.
' Just wondering why you're always so tense.' Harry said. Dante opened the other eye.
' You know that answer already, Har. Demon Hunters get no rest. Not while their still out there, murdering, plotting and the likes.'
' Yeah . . .I guess.' Harry sighed again, snuggling up to the man.
' I am not you're teddy bear.' Dante said half-heartily. In truth, he kind of enjoyed the attention.
' Well, now you are.' Harry yawned, drifting off again. ' Thanks for saving me from my dreams.' He whispered in Dante's head before finally nodding off again.
' No problem kid.'
~HaH~
'So I'm leaving tomorrow?' Harry said disappointedly. He really didn't want to leave so soon. This passed month had probably been the best thing since finding out he was a wizard.
" I'm going with you, you know." Dante said, packing all of the stuff they had left lying around. Harry perked up.
' Really?' Dante nodded.
" I sent a letter to your headmaster about why you weren't with the Dursley's and that I'd be coming back with you, to stay."
' That's a relief.' Harry smiled. ' I thought you were going to leave me again.'
' You know, I'd never leave you if I had a choice in it.' Dante told him. ' You're to precious to me.' He thought to himself. He turned to Harry when he didn't receive a comment. ' What?' He asked, noticing the bright blush on the boy's cheeks as he packed up his trunk. ' Oh . . .I didn't close the link did I?' Harry shook his head. ' Damn.'
' It's okay. At least I know you care.' He said, putting the books he received in the trunk. ' Say, are you going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher then?' Harry asked.
' Like hell I am.' He snorted. ' Me and a bunch of kids don't go well, Har. You should know, you're the only one I can stand. Well, you and your parents back when they were in school.' He said.
' What were they like in school?' Harry asked curiously.
" Completely in love, that's what." He said, stopping the packing to sit next to Harry. Harry stopped as well. " At first, they hated each other. Your father was an arrogant, big-headed idiot when he was younger." Harry frowned.
' That's what Snape said.'
" The only thing that idiot ever got right." He told Harry. " You're mother was the most soft-hearted woman I've ever met, which isn't many but you get what I mean." He said. " She had a violent temper though. It completely put James in his place a few times. She was brilliant as well. She not only knew almost everything about magic but she knew all kinds of languages from Chinese Mandarin to Elfish. She was also a fighter. She studied every style of martial arts possible and was more than skilled with the sword and the bow. You could never call her helpless. She was perfectly capable of defending herself, something that James loved in your mother."
" Lily was the one who tamed James into a kinder person and taught him how to fight. It was useful while he was an Auror, after they married. He was the best damn Auror the ministry had ever seen." Dante said, feeling a bit of pride. He'd never tell Harry but he had taught Lily everything she knew and she had passed on her skill. He didn't want to tell the boy because he was much older than he looked, so much older . . .
' It's good to finally hear something about them.' Harry said contentedly. ' It's a shame I didn't ask sooner.'
" You know, you look a lot like your mother." Dante said. Harry looked surprised.
' Most people say I look like my father.'
" Maybe you did but there's a lot of your mother coming out in you, besides your eyes." He said. It was true too. Lily had been a petite girl, probably the same height as Harry was. She was very curvy and slightly more muscled than a regular woman because of her martial arts was. Harry would probably have that build if he trained, though he'd be taller eventually and not as curvy since he was male. He was still a bit curvier than a regular male, adding a cat-like elegance to his body that especially showed when he stretched. He had his mothers facial structure as well, where James had a square-like jaw; Lily's had been more rounded. She had also been pale; much like Harry was while James was tanned and broad.
' I'm glad.' Harry said. ' I don't hear enough about her.'
" I could tell you more if you want?" Dante offered. Harry grinned broadly and nodded enthusiastically.
' Yes! Wo--' He was cut off by a loud roaring sound, not far from where they were. Dante quickly stood, pulling the Giant sword from off his back. It began to crackle with a bluish purple light. ' What is it?' Harry asked worriedly.
' Blood lions.' Was the answer he got. Harry stood slowly behind the man as crashes sounded from in front of them. Harry jumped in terror at the three, giant beasts that crashed into the clearing. They were at least 8 or 9 feet in height. They reminded him of the Hulk only dark blue with a lion's head and mane that went down it's muscled back and to it's thick tail that had spikes protruding from it. Its claws, both on its feet and hands, were black and wicked sharp. Their eyes were wild and held only one emotion.
Bloodlust.
' What are we going to do?' Harry said desperately.
' I'm going to deal with these idiots while you run. There should be a cave off to the right. Do you think you could make it there?' Dante asked.
' I--I think so.' He hadn't tried running and wasn't sure if his legs were up to it.
' Harry, when I say go, run like hell.' Dante said, eyeing the beasts with hatred. For a few minutes there was complete silence, expect for the heaving breathing and snarling of the Blood Lions. When the beasts, which were too stupid to realize they were there in the first place, started sniffing the air, finally catching their scent, Dante got into a stance, holding his giant sword with ease. ' GO!'
Harry quickly ran off to the right, too afraid to even look back. He seemed to be running faster than he ever had in his life. After two minutes of non-stop running he finally slowed down to catch his breath. He wasn't used to such exertion. He was bent over, gulping in air and clutching at the stitch in his side. Unfortunately, his rest wasn't a long one because soon after, angry roaring and giant stomping came his way, shaking the ground.
' Oh no.' He whined. He began running again; desperately hoping he could hide in that cave that was supposed to be around. He knew the Blood Lion was gaining on him, those things could probably run a mile in 10 bounds. Harry's sides were starting to cramp and he could feel himself slowing down, as he grew tired. He didn't dare turn around; he didn't need to do that to know how close they were.
' You'd think someone was out to get me.' He thought to himself. ' Voldemort, Uncle Vernon . . .now these things.' He let out a strangled yell when he felt something painfully scrape against his back and side. He hadn't realized those things were that close! His pain filled eyes just barely spotted the cave on the other side of a cliff. He then saw the flimsy looking wooden bridge with worn rope and termite bitten wooden planks. ' Oh Great.' Harry thought sarcastically.
He hesitated for the barest second at the start of the bridge. He wasn't sure what was worse, being eaten alive by a giant lion-thing or falling to his death because of a rickety ol' bridge that couldn't even hold his meager weight. He looked behind him to see the beast breaking down trees in its haste to reach him and decided to chance it with the bridge. It was terribly shaking and creaked like an old man's joints as he hurried across it. He made the mistake of looking back somewhere in the middle of the bridge when he heard the monsters angry cry. The Blood Lion threw it's head back, something dark gathering in its mouth, before its head flew back forward and a giant ball of dark matter flew towards him. Harry slowly turned towards it, knowing that there was no way he could avoid that thing on the bridge.
He closed his eyes, hoping for a miracle or Dante, something. He opened his eyes, however, when he didn't feel any pain or impact. He gasped at the ball, which was floating in front of him, only inches, from his face. He blinked and noticed that his hand was outstretched, shaking slightly. The bracelet on his hand was glowing brightly, encasing his hand in a white glow.
' Wh--what's this?'
Snap
Harry's eyes darted to the ropes, which were burning, from the touch of the matter and his fear grew again. ' Oh shit.' He thought. He had to do something, anything. He closed his eyes again and felt himself pushing the matter away from him and back at the beast that was too slow to move out of the way. It was soon burned up, fried and dead by it's own attack.
And so was the bridge.
' Bad idea!' Harry said, turning to continue running across the bridge to safety. He did a running leap and just barely reached the other side where he teetered on the edge. He pin wheeled his arms to try and balance himself and nearly did fall if it weren't for two hands, holding him up from under his arms.
" You've got a lot of bad luck, kid." Dante said, sounding strangely different and yet the same. Dante righted him and steered him to the cave mouth.
' Thanks Dante.' Harry said in relief. He sighed a bit before turning around. ' I--er . . .' He blinked in surprise at Dante who looked nothing like the man he knew. He was an entirely black entity with sparks of blue electricity dancing around his skin. He only had shape and no real detail to his unclothed body. His hair was a dark gray color and stood on end, looking a lot like a broom. His eyes were a burning red, the only thing familiar about him besides the duel voice he was using but what also caught Harry's eyes were the currently folded demon wings on the mans back. ' I've never seen you're full demon form before.' Harry said in awe.
' And here I thought you'd be scared.' Dante said.
' Me? Scared of you? Not likely.' He smiled.
' Anyways,' He popped out of devil mode, returning to his usual, everyday self, before leading Harry into the cave. ' You need to get your wounds treated before they get infected. Afterwards, we'll head to Hogwarts, early. Those Blood Lions weren't here by accident.'
~HaH~
After Harry was treated, they indeed set out for Hogwarts. Dante had told him that it wasn't far away so they didn't need to use Dante's other form to fly.
' So were we camped at?' Harry asked, about 15 minutes after they started walking.
' In the Forbidden Forest.'
' WHAT!?' Harry stopped in his tracks.
' What? It was the forest I could take you too. I sure as hell wasn't going to take you to a demon realm. Besides, we were in the most docile part of the forest where no Acromantula's or werewolves could get us. Not to mention I put up some wards laced with my demon signature. Nothing in the Forest would want to come near us.' He smirked.
' Except those Blood Lions.' Harry said flatly.
' They have the brain capacity of a fly, Har. They only think about food and that's it. Look, we're almost there, lets keep walking.' Dante said. The rest of the journey was pretty silent. They were both tired, Harry from all the running and Dante . . .well he wasn't really tired. He was actually kind of content. He was half demon and he loved fighting. He just wished he hadn't gotten so carried away. Had he been any slower, Harry would probably be splat at the bottom of the canyon.
' Hey, do you have Hedwig and all of my stuff?' Harry asked worriedly. He was so busy trying to listen to Dante that he completely forgot all about Hedwig. She'd probably never forgive him, especially when she had to find him in the forest after Dante took him out. She didn't find him until just three days ago.
' I let Hedwig out of her cage and told her to fly ahead to Hogwarts somewhere in the beginning of the battle. Her cage is in ruins though. One of them stepped on it.'
' That's a relief.' He sighed.
' Hn. I shrank your stuff and put it in my pocket so no worries.' Harry nodded. After 10 more minutes of walking, they finally reached the edge of the forest. They came out somewhere near the Quidditch pitch.
' Home sweet home.' Harry thought. Dante looked back at him and smiled.
A/n: The first chapter is done of the rewrite! Yay! I know it's a bit different from before but that's because I'm actually thinking it out more. Everett will still be in it and everything so don't worry. This didn't end like the other chapter because, obviously, there's a lot of added stuff. That will be the next chapter with some more stuff. I hope you enjoyed it. I want to give you people something to read because I won't be here next weekend. My family and me won a trip to Virginia at some resort that would normally cost you an arm and a leg but all we gotta pay for is the food. * Cackles * anyhoo, Adios.