Disclaimer: I own nothing but Dave, Zorach, and Riax everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling

AN: Eeps! Another story! Bad, bad, bad! ... Ahem. You're all probably wondering what the hell I'm doing to this poor story, so allow me to explain.

This is sort of a rewrite, but it is also a separate story. I will write both Demon Engagements, and I will do my best to update both at the same time.

Key Differences: 1. This story focuses on Harry and Hermione.

2. Ron's dead, semi-explained.

3. Harry isn't Snape's or James' son. Explained.

4. Snape does have a son who will be introduced later.

5. My demon Aphael does not exist in this one. He belongs only to the first Demon Engagement. Instead, his place is taken by a different demon that I have created, who shall be introduced in the tenth chapter.

6. Dave is alive, but he doesn't have a major role. He's already graduated from a magic school by the time Harry attends Hogwarts. However, Dave will be mentioned quite often. In the other Demon Engagement I actually plan to have Dave take ontheprotective brother role eventually. In this one Dave is there to provide entertainment.

7. Harry begins Hogwarts in his 7th year.

8. Draco doesn't have a big role either.

9. Tom doesn't exist and nor does Voldemort. Instead playing his role will be another demon. Who won't be introduced until about Christmas time. (I'm still working on this one's character.)

I think that's enough of the plot given away.

Pairings: HG/? HP/? many other pairings on the side.

End pairings: I'm not telling. Nope. Notta. Zilch. Never. ... Not until we get there anyways.

That's it for my AN. Thanks for reading if you did. If you didn't, oh well. Feel free to ask questions, but no answers shall be guaranteed.

Demon Engagement

version 2

The Twist

Prologue

Part 1:

James growled. Hurt, anger, and betrayal reflected in his hazel eyes. "How could you...," not finding the proper words he made a gesture at a pregnant Lily, "this?"

Lily scowled. Her brilliant green eyes narrowing. "Well, if we hadn't argued several months ago, it wouldn't have happened! Either way, I am keeping the baby. MY baby."

James anger deflated some, and understanding took it's place. Sighing, he ran a hand through his messy hair. "How do we explain this to the child?"

Sirius, who had been quiet with an ashamed aura, finally spoke up. "We could raise the child together. The child would have three parents instead of two."

"What about Dave?" James asked.

Lily sighed. "We will raise both children. They will know the truth as they grow up. We will not lie to, or hide this from, them. Also, they WILL be raised as siblings."

The two men nodded their heads in agreement, not daring to argue with Lily.

Remus, who had been the one to urge Lily to tell James the truth, smiled knowing thateverything would be fine. A second later he voiced an idea he had been pondering on. "Why don't we travel after the baby is born. Allow Dave and his sibling to learn different cultures."

Lily grinned. "That would be wonderful. I always wanted to travel."

Part 2:

Hermione Granger watched curiously as her Aunt's new neighbors moved into the house next door.

Her mother had insisted that she spend the summer holidays in America with her Aunt Charlene. Hermione didn't mind much really. She loved her Aunt, although Charlene was a bit eccentric.

Hermione had bushy brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, healthy pale skin, and a slight overbite. She currently wore a light blue blouse, dark blue jeans that flared slightly at the knees, and tan sandals. A thick book was spread open on the kitchen table before her.

Watching from the window, Hermione saw two men who almost looked like brothers. One had dark brown messy hair, hazel eyes hidden behind thin-wired framed glasses, and tanned skin. He wore a plain red t-shirt, black slacks, and black boots.

The other had ebony black ruggedly handsome shoulder-length hair, pale blue eyes, and light tan skin. He wore a dark green shirt, dark blue jeans, and black boots.

The two men went into the house carrying a huge box between them.

A woman with fiery red hair, emerald eyes, and pale skin came out, followed by a different man. She wore a light green blouse over a white spaghetti-strapped shirt, light jeans, and dark tanned sandals.

The man had light amber hair, which matched his dark amber eyes, and pale skin. He seemed to have some sort of illness, but at the same time he also seemed healthy. He wore a silver-blue t-shirt, black slacks, and black tennis shoes (don't know what they are called else where? Anyone want to provide clothing terms for me? That way I know what to call certain things.)

As the two adults went back into the house, carrying several small boxes, two kids ran out of the house laughing.

Hermione perked up some, wondering if she would be able to leave undetected by her Aunt. Maybe, the two boys would want to paly with her.

The boy who looked to be the elder one haddark red hair, hazel eyes, and light tanned skin. He wore a navy blue t-shirt, darkblue jeans, and black sneakers. (Seriosly, clothing terms are wanted.) The boy who looked to be younger hadraven black hair, maybe blue-green eyes (Hermione wasn't sure), and slightly paler skin than herself. He wore a black t-shirt, khakipants, and black sneakers with silver laces.

The two boys slowly made their way into the house, a box between them, chatting excitably from the looks of it.

Hermione sighed. Hopefully she wouldbe able to make friends with them, considering the other kids didn't like her.

Part 3:

Harry sat on the porch of the house that his family had just moved into, watching Dave play by himself. A tattered notebook by his side as he watched his brother.

A shadow leaned in front of him. Looking up, he saw a girl about his age standing there.

The girl had bushy brown hair, a slight overbite, chocolate brown eyes, and healthy pale skin. The girl hesitated, then shyly, "Hi, um, I'm Hermione Granger."

Hermione could now see clearly that the younger of the boys had emerald green eyes with sapphire blue specks laying within the emerald green. 'Why can't I have eyes like that?' She thought to herself.

Hary smiled. "I'm Harry James Orion Potter-Black, and that his my half-brother Dave Orient Potter."

An awkward silence fell between the two children. After several minutes passed, Harry picked up his camera, which had gone unnoticed by Hermione until then, as Dave ran into the street after a basketball. A sudden screech of wheels, and the next thing anyone knew, dave was laying, injured, in the street.

Hermione's Aunt Charlene hurried out of the car. "Oh my God!" She cried out.

Hermione had her hands covering her mouth in terror.

Harry, meanwhile, was writing something in the tattered notebook, earning a glare from Hermione as James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius ran passed.

Harry glanced up at her, giving her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. This type of thing happens all the time to Dave."

"How can you be so cruel?!"

"This isn't the first near-death-experience Dave has had. Why, there was a time when he almost got trampled by a horse. Dave will befine." Harry said cheerfully.

As if to prove Harry's point, Dave sat up slowly, wincing. Nothingwas broken or fractured, fortunately. Dave just got several really bad bruises.

"See." Harry stated quite cheerfully.

Part 4:

Several years passed. Eventually, Hermione was accepted to go to Hogwarts while Harry and Dave were home-schooled.

Harry and Hermione, being best friends since that day, had kept in touch, and Hermione would visit her Aunt Charlene for at least one week each summer.

Now, it was the beginning of summer just after Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts. Currently, she was in Diagon Alley with her boyfriend, Ron (Ronald) Weasley.

Ron had blue eyes, red hair which his family was known for, and he was abit tall and lanky. His family didn't have a lot of money so he wore clothes that his brothers had own before him, and some clothes they had got on sale.

Hermione had changed some what over the years. She no longer had a slight overbite, her teeth were now perfect. Her bushy brown hair had become tamed and slightly curled.

Hermione walked out of Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor (did I get this right?), looking around for Ron, who had decided to wait outside and save them a table.

Not seeing him, Hermione did a "Point Me" spell, following it to an alley. Walking into the alley, Hermione dropped the ice cream in her hands. Not a moment later, she screamed. (Seriously, I needed to kill Ron off, so he was basically murdered for no reason at all other than I needed him to be dead.)

Part 5:

Ron's funeral was small. Only close friends and the family were invited to attend.

Hermione had wrote to Harry shortly after Ron's death, her handwriting frantic and tears landing on the paper.

Harry had wrote back, stating he would transfer to Hogwarts for the seventh year, although he would need to take the sixth year tests to get into theseventh year classes.

He said that his family would be there in the last month before school started, and that he would see her soon.

Hermione took comfort in the fact that her best friend was coming to be there for her.

The End of the Prologue

So, what do you think? R&R please!