Beaten nearly to death. The bad half of the Order of the Phoenix staring down at me with hungry and hate filled eyes. The good half of the Order of the Phoenix being restrained so they wouldn't help me. Laying on the ground in the middle of the circle that has runes drawn into it.
This was not something that Harry Potter was going to get out of.
'I can't even move a finger.' Harry thought. His eyes were still barely open looking through cracked lenses.
From the corner of his eyes he could see his friends and family. Hermione. Ron. Sirius. Remus. Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley. Fred. George. Ginny. Even Snape had to be held back.
Footsteps close to his head stop just a few feet away from him. The towering figure of Albus Dumbledore stands above him staring down at him.
"I am truly sorry that it had to come to this Harry." Dumbledore says. He almost sounds like he means it to. As if his own spells hadn't been the ones that had destroyed and constricted him and his friends. "However it is for the greater good. I am sure that you can understand that."
'You can take your greater good and shove it up your arse.' Harry thought, pressing forward that thought with all of his might towards the other man.
Dumbledore chuckles and steps to the side. Mad-Eye Moody hands him the ceremonial knife.
"Shall we begin?" Dumbledore asks his loyal side of the Order.
"No!" comes a cry his Harrys side of the Order. It is impossible to tell who had cried it.
Chanting begins and the runes that Harry was lying on started to glow. Dumbledore himself wasn't chanting however it was standing above Harry once more twirling the knife in his hands and smiling.
"This will help us bring someone much stronger." he says to Harry. "Someone who will actually be able to bring down Voldemort instead of failing us three times."
'The first time I was an infant. The second time I had no idea what I was doing. And the third time I was a bit more concentrated with the fact that I just watched someone die in front of me and seeing the ghosts of my parents.' Harry thought once more.
"Pity." Dumbledore says. "That you couldn't die in the graveyard. We would have had a nice body to show to the public."
'Cedrics wasn't enough?'
Perhaps it was the runes or perhaps it was the lack of blood running through his body however Harry was beginning to get slightly light headed.
He thought suddenly of his ancestral home. The home that Sirius had quietly shown him when they had sneaked out together. The lordship that Harry learned of that he was to inherit. The Potters were a family full of rich history and purity dating back generations upon generations. Almost a royal family.
The home that for a few months he had lived in with his parents.
The home that he, Sirius, and Remus might have lived in.
The home he would have brought his wife to and then raised their children in.
A home in general.
He would never step foot in it again.
He thought of Hermione and Ron. His best friends in the entire world. He suddenly felt guilt at how much he had never listened to Hermione when she had berated him and Ron about doing their homework. He remembered the late night conversations he had had with Ron.
The stories that Remus and Sirius told him about his parents and everything they had ever done. Tutoring Ginny in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The talks with Mr. Weasley about muggles. The hugs Mrs. Weasley gave him. Both of them doing everything in their power to make him feel as if he was part of the family.
Even Snape and his snide remarks flashed through his mind for some reason.
"You understand of course the desperate need we have to get rid of Voldemort." Dumbledore says. "Your sacrifice is one that is needed. Avoidable I believe however, this is the fastest route we have."
Barely reaching fifteen and already going to die.
'I don't want to die.' Harry thought. Dimly he could feel a small trail of tears running down from the corners of his eyes. 'I don't want to die.'
'Please. Please!'
Dumbledore was smiling and his eyes were twinkling as he raised the arm holding the knife.
'Please! Please!'
'Someone help me!'
He brought the knife down.
'I don't want to die!'
He felt the knife go through the center of his chest. Blood exploded from the wound upwards and through his open mouth which was open in a silent scream.
'Someone please help me!'
The runes shined brighter.
'It doesn't matter how! It doesn't matter who!'
'Someone! Anyone! Please help me!'
As swiftly as the runes had brightened they darkened before disappearing completely.
"Was…was that supposed to happen?" the deep voiced Kingsley asked.
Dumbledore looked around. "No. It wasn't." He waved his hand and relit the candles that had gone extinguished before looking down to where Harry was.
The green eyes that had always contained life had almost been extinguished and contained tears at the edges. His mouth was open with blood trickling down the corners. The knife in the complete center of his chest lay there deep within his body. The body itself was unmoving and stiff.
"It appears." Dumbledore called making sure his voice was heard throughout the room. "That Mr. Potter was as useless in death as he was in life."
He ignored the calls and jeers coming from the traitorous Order members as he continued to examine the body with slight indifference.
Movement caught his eyes suddenly.
The knife that had been buried deep within the body was moving ever so slightly. As if a hand had grasped its handle and began to gently and lovingly take it out. Dumbledore was sure everyone's eyes were on the knife as it slowly lifted from Harry's body and was thrown far away.
Shadows curled around Harry's body as the wound in his chest started to heal. His eyes lightened and he began to choke on the blood that had gotten caught in his throat before spitting it out. The shadows lifted him upwards until he was sitting on his knees. An invisible force tilted his head back where his eyes opened and stared at an image only he could see.
"Such a young little master." a voice called out. Slowly a figure made its form in front of Harry, its hand on the side of Harrys face and a thumb running under the green eye. "You have summoned me. That fact will not change for all of eternity. What is your name?"
Harry looked towards the man whose entire body was cloaked in the shadows. Order members were taking steps backwards in fear.
"My name…" Harry breathed. "Is Harry Potter. Heir to the Honorable House of Potter."
"Honorable House of Potter?" the being said. The smirk could be heard in the words. "Then it should only be proper for me to take the form that is suitable enough to serve a house such as that."
The shadows curled around the man as he stepped forward. His clothes changed to a suit which he fixed slightly. They were able to see a hint of a boot before it changed into proper shoes. Black nails and a circular rune was etched onto the back of his left hand.
He could hear some of the Order members call out in shock. The man that had come out of the shadows. Regardless of his combed and straight hair along with his hazel eyes and glasses bore a striking resemblance to the late James Potter.
'A demon.' a stricken Dumbledore was able to think.
The demon reached out once more. Running his fingers over Harrys left eye. It smirked.
"Here I believe." it said. Harrys eyes widened before his left one was stricken with an invisible knife. A shaking hand went to the bleeding eye. When he brought it down a circular rune similar to the one on the demons hand was born there.
He kneeled suddenly in front of Harry with his arm crossed against his chest ending at where his heart would be.
"The contract has been established. Until it is fulfilled I shall remain your most faithful and loyal servant." the demon said. "Give me an order my lord. Any order whatsoever. And I shall fulfill it."
I don't own Harry Potter and if you recognize the Kuroshitsuji detailing I'll say it here as well. I don't own Kuroshitsuji.
