Title: Ab Insidiis Diaboli

Rating: M

Warning: Slash m/m

Chapter: One

Author: WWSE

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Supernatural Or Charmed

This is a Harry Potter only fic, Charmed characters will definitely not be in this, The brothers might make an appearance but it is unlikely I will warn you if this happens. But because there are only elements of Supernatural and charmed and no characters is why I decided to not make this a crossover. You will not need any information on these characters or the series. Thank you.

Harry walked along Privet Drive his eyes downcast keeping his ears keen so as not to be caught unawares by Dudley's gang and to not get killed by the murderer running around killing teenage boys. So far two of Dudley's friends have been brutally killed - beaten to death with minor cuts all over the body - and six others all from different groups of boys running from London to Little Whinging, Surrey. Dudley was currently out with his gang, probably at the park terrorizing a few kids instead of at Pier's house like he was supposed to be. That was the stipulation Petunia made to even let her son out of the house. She didn't blink an eye though as Harry left the house,

her eyes glued to the television watching the news.

Harry looked up as he noticed the sun beginning to set the clear blue sky taking on the purple and pink hues of dusk. He grimaced, not liking the idea of heading home like he was supposed to when he had just escaped after the grueling list of chores being completed. "I think I'll stay out tonight, not like they care if I'm home or not anyway," Harry mumbled to himself as he covered his eyes from the fading light. Hefting the bag on his shoulder that held his invisibility cloak, and a notebook and pen, his wand in his pocket. "Besides its Dung whats-his-name shift tonight and he will just leave early again like his every shift." His voice came out almost silent, with the non-use since Cedric's death. He knew that Dumbledore had people watching him, but he was almost positive it wasn't for his own safety but rather to keep tabs on him to make sure he won't stray, or leave his abusive relatives and taking Hedwig away telling him that he didn't want deatheaters to abduct her.

He walked on toward the park that Dudley rarely visits anymore since Frank and Sheldon's death there. He walked for twenty more minutes before hearing the commotion and picking up speed. Arriving on scene he couldn't believe his eyes his hand immediately reaching for his wand.

A boy no older then ten was holding Piers to the ground his face grotesque, eyes void, and Dudley and his gang held onto different playground equipment as if magically. The sky was getting vaguely darker playing out a horrifying scene of violence almost as if straight from a monster movie.

"Dudley," Harry screamed drawing both Dudley's and the monster of a boys attention to him. Dudley held his gaze for a moment his eyes pleading for help.

"He is your cousin." The boy stated. "He is also one of your tormentors."

"Let them go," Harry demanded.

"Why? They tormented me just as they do you. Beating you, chasing you, making your life hell. One day they will go to far, one day they will kill you."

"Yes but let them go. You don't have to become them, and that is exactly what your doing." Harry held the creatures gaze.

The boy ripped his hands away taking Piers' throat with him in a bloody mess. "No!" Harry screamed.

They boy looked upon Harry, "Fine if you won't help me you will die as well." The monster screeched his mouth wider then humanly possible showing sharp teeth and covered in blood. He was in front of Harry before he could even blink, moving fast and hard as he knocked away the wand and slashing at Harry clawed gauges into Harry's chest. Harry screamed and then a gunshot, hitting the creature in the head from Harry's left. Harry crumpled onto hard unforgiving earth just as the boy burst into flames his features contorted in agony. There were several thumps as bodies fell to the ground.

Harry grimaced in pain as he sat up his shirt shredded and his clawed chest bleeding. A man with a gun hurried over to give him a shoulder.

"You all right there laddy?"

"Bloody brilliant," He supplied as he leaned over to grab his wand momentarily losing balance when the man caught him.

"Your a wizard then."

Harry looked up at the man, not answering.

"We should talk, my names Darcy, Darcy Delaine. Why don't we go get you patched up and get out of this joint, let these boys pick up whats left of their mess."

Harry nodded looking over to Dudley who was on his mobile hands shaking. They caught each others eyes a silent truce for now, Harry looked up at the man finally seeing him. He was tall and had only slight bulk to his muscles, most likely a trained fighter. His hair shaved leaving only black fuzz. He had a square face and stern grey eyes, and scars everywhere, his upper lip, his eyebrow and cheek, and all along his arms. Harry gave his permission for the man to hull him away with a nod.

Harry was stuffed into a 1987 rolls royce roughly before Darcy moved to the drivers side and got in. "We're meeting up with my partner at the Inn a little outside of London can you hold on till then?" Harry again nodded, his brain a little foggy and not focusing on the present as his magic began to painfully heal the wounds. He blacked out.

"- can't just bring home strays from the hunts!" Yelled an unfamiliar voice jolting Harry to wakefulness.

"Listen Ainsley its not like that, he had a wand he's a wizard and the look on his face when he say the ghost was - It was bloody unbelievable that he knew nothing like that existed. He's obviously a Hogwarts student, cause every other wizarding school knows of the evil ghosts and demons. I figured he would like to know how to fight 'em in future."

"Darcy," Ainsley sighed.

"Excuse me, but what?" Asked Harry pulling their attention back onto himself.

Beside Darcy was another man who was taller, if that was even possible, then Darcy himself. Harry thought he may be half giant, if only from his height, but he was much slimmer. His form lanky rather then the bulk muscle of the other man. His hair was medium length and a dirty blonde in color. His eyes were a sharp black like a never ending abyss and he had fewer scars then Darcy.

"Young wizard this is my partner Ainsley Sinclair. We have some information about your world, our world that we thought you should know since your education at that school is lacking."

Harry looked from Darcy to Ainsley his mind still muddled a bit from blood lose.

"We patched you up a bit before you came to, now would you like to tell us your name?" Said Ainsley his voice surprisingly gentle.

Harry looked down at his chest to see himself shirtless and covered in bandages. He looked up at the men. "My name is Harry." He said slowly trying to get his heavy tongue to wrap around the words. "Tell me what has been kept from me, I won't interrupt."

Ainsley started. "First off their are three types of witches, first the kind that gather their magic from the earth, anyone can become this kind of witch if one chooses to follow the grand path of no personal gain. These witches help innocents from demons and the like helping the world basically. They are more aptly called wiccans. Then there are the witches like yourself where the magic runs through bloodlines, the muggleborns coming from old squib lines. They had originally gained magic from all, the earth, the heavens, the air, and all living things. Your kind have the most pronounced community in magic, where as wiccan's only hold to small groups or covens. Then there are the witches or warlocks that gain magic by selling their soul to demons or evil spirits. They also have covens but rarely, most soul selling witches chose to stand alone."

Darcy then continued. "Then there are demons, they have ranks and all ultimately answer to the devil Lucifer. Then Angel who rarely interfere in our world but rather letting the world fall to hell as more demons come up from hell to take over and possess innocents. There are also ghosts, the nice kind no doubt you know of, the ones that only leave an imprint of oneself on the earth, then the evil spirits that have died a horrific death like the boy you saw tonight. His name was Brian Andrews he lived not far from that park and was bullied by many kids. He was found beaten to death during the Christmas hols in that park and had enough juice to move from park to park killing off bullies, he wanted that dead kid on the ground the most, that was the boy who killed him."

Harry nodded as Ainsley took over once more. "Okay well whats next. There are creature that were once human like a werewolf, vampires, windigos an the like. The humanoid creatures like elves and veela and the not so human creatures like hippographs. And last is the hunters, people like me and Darcy here who hunt the evil creatures like the soul selling witches, the vindictive spirits, the demons, and the creatures that have taken human life."

He stopped and let the information he gave sink in as the boy let his head sag. Harry lifted his eyes to meet the men, his mind clearer then ever, his decision made. "Teach me, train me. I want, no I need to be able to hunt, and to know how to survive. My world will have me killed otherwise." His green eyes glowed in the harsh light of the bedside lamp.

"No! We only brought you here to tell you some of the darker information, your what only thirteen, we can take a thirteen year old on hunts," Darcy objected.

"I am Harry Potter, I will be fifteen in a month and a half, my parents were murdered my a mad man, the same mad man that has tried to kill me every year since I was ten, and killed a good friend of mine just a few weeks ago, and I have a headmaster that would rather I not be trained to fend for myself leading me like a lamb to slaughter. Train me dammit!" Harry was furious as he rose to his feet and began to pace.

"Okay."

"Ainsley!" Darcy yelled at the man.

"It will just be a crash course and who else is doing justice by this boy. This is the reason we became hunter's to avenge our lost family and to help others Darce."

Darcy consented. The two hunters now had a new charge.

888

A month and a half later had seen a huge change in the wonder boy. He had a new look a new attitude and a new way of life. His teachers had given him a crash course in hunting and bought him his first gun and knife. They had left London only an hour ago letting him find his own way home as they left in a hurry. Harry had plans though to continue his education without his teachers, he had already contacted a gym back in Little Whinging to sign up for different fighting classes to learn how to better defend himself and he was now headed toward the leaky cauldron to pick up his school things along with the self-sizing clothes, boots and accessories he ordered a couple of days ago.

He entered Diagon Alley keeping to the shadows as he headed for the bank to gather funds both wizarding and muggle. That done he went to Madame Malkin's and picked up his new wardrobe, he thanked her and put on a cloak with a hood that hid most of his face in shadow. Letting her shrink the rest so he may carry it in his pocket. His next stop was to be Knockturn Alley.

Once in the dark alley he purchased so many book on creatures, spirits and demons that he had to buy a featherlight shrinking trunk that expanded on the inside with four separate compartments, it came with a chain to always hang around his neck. Next was weapons, buying enough to arm an army. Knives, crossbows, magically enchanted guns that had never ending ammo and more. Afterwards he headed to an apothecary to get a potion to fix his eyes and malnourished physique, along with first aid potion for when he hurt himself. Once that was out of the way he left for muggle London to buy a few new muggle outfits so as to fit in, stock up on crosses, buy pounds upon pounds of salt and as much holy water that all the churches of London would give him.

It was time to head home. He had work to do.