I do not own Harry Potter or the Dark Hunter series...well at least not in the way I want to...
Chapter 1
Nine Years later, Savitar's island
Neville and Harry looked at one another with huge grins on their faces. Over the last nine years, the two boys had been adopted not just by Archeron and Tory. But by Simi, who was their sister to them despite her considerable older years and childlike nature.
When they had started releasing accidental bursts of magic when they were 8-9 years old, both found themselves being taught in the Dark Hunter ways by Savitar. Whom Tory had somehow drafted against his will into helping the children control their gifts. It seems that according to Archeron's stories, Savitar was one of the ones who had taught him what he knows...
Savitar was also one of the few people who truly knew about Archeron's past. A past, that till this day still haunts the Atlantean, but is slowly healed by his Dark Hunters whom have become friends. And also by those whom he considers family, Simi, Tory...and now Harry and Neville
Right now though, while Archeron and Tory both were dealing with an errant Daemon problem outside of Seattle. The two boys were in a pseudo lesson from a blonde man wearing a wetsuit. Both wearing ones similar, they were set out on what Savitar called an exercise lesson. But what Harry and Neville really knew meant... I don't feel like teaching anything today, I'm surfing you two are coming.
So here both were, grinning at one another alongside Savitar, as they paddled out into the ocean. Their wetsuits gleaming against their slim muscular bodies, both teenagers, gave a whoop of excitement as a wave starts coming...
"I got this one!" Neville shouts out as he turns and prepares to take it. Savitar grinning a little bit as Harry watches in amusement, the brown haired youth, paddles to catch the wave and then as he hits where he wants to. The youth starts to stand and ride it with practiced ease...
Savitar smiling indulgently all the while whirls as he turns to Harry. His senses tingling as something dark that has been prodding for years seems to be breaking through.
I halfway expected him to find Harry sooner... The man replied with a knowing and yet reluctant gaze about his features. For it is as he is about to shout encouragement at his brother, Harry winces in pain as agony shoots through his skull. Savitar catching this, as it is influx of dark power, paddles over to him as quickly as possible. Studying the black haired youth, with an intensity he does not often use, Savitar sighs...
"So I guess it is time then..." The blonde mused quietly. Very rarely is he known to be serious about anything other then his passion at the moment. Watching as the youth struggles, fighting what he is seeing in his head, the blonde waves his hand and both find themselves on the shore line. Even though he could banish the pain and the one doing this to the boy with ease. Even he can not interfere in what is determined.
His people have their set rules to...
Neville realizing something is wrong paddles forward and is shortly beside them. His brown eyes reflecting his fear, grasps his brother's hand within his own. Savitar watching this nods his head in approval as Neville begins to chant a familiar spell. Creating a small time barrier shield around the young black haired man lying down in the sand, the youth was buying time for his brother to gather his strength and fight back whatever is attacking him.
After about twenty minutes, Harry nods his head to both Savitar and Neville, and as the shield comes down...
Harry lashes out strong and hard...
England...at the same time...
Voldemort screams in agony as an intense pain hits him hard and fast. Thus allowing his enemy, to scramble and get away as he had been losing in this fight... Still despite having to wait as the ritual completed itself... He had fun torturing Potter with information...
He took pleasure in telling him that he had found his son that day nine years ago along with the Longbottom boy. Out of spite as the man protested, he had taken zealous pride in hunting through many orphanages to find, the only two boys who may or may not have the ability to stop him.
It had taken him five years, but when Lucius Malfoy had spotted a five year old child, who looked near identical to James except for a pair of vibrant green eyes. He knew he found one of the children. And if he knew Potter sr., then that meant somewhere in that orphanage the Longbottom boy was there as well.
Because thanks to their wives, the two had become best friends...
He had taken delight in telling James Potter, that he had indeed attacked the orphanage and everyone in it. All the children and the adults looking after them were dead and by his hand...
This had caused Potter to scream in a sad rage...
The duel had gotten interesting after that, because he further told him, how two specific boys were not even there.
It seems Potter didn't know that...
To further twist it into the elder Potter's skull, he had delightfully told him the reason for the ritual that his so called friend Peter betrayed him for. The woman in charge of the orphanage, before she was killed, had told Voldemort that the boys had taken an interest in a couple.
The man and young woman had agreed to take the two boys with them... when they went about town...
And Voldemort had found them...
He let Potter know, that is was his son and not the Longbottom boy that he had marked. It was his son, who put him out of commission these last nine years! That it was his son, who by disappearing had forced him to come after him. Despite having escaped his grasp, he was still pleased. He made Potter realize that his son was still alive. Making the man feel guilty for abandoning his search for the boy was fun, especially considering the Longbottoms never did...
Still though that pain which had come from out of nowhere puzzled him...
Where did it come from?
For in fighting it off, and forcing him to use his Occulmency shields, to their fullest potential, had almost drained him of his newly awakened powers once more.
Three days later, Savitar's island...
Getting fussed over by a teenage version of a Charonte demon as well as a handmaiden to Artemis, plus his adopted parents was definitely not Harry's idea of a good time. Both Simi and Katra had a tendency to over react when either he or Neville was hurt. And his mother?
She tended to go on a destruction trip... And Tory right now was not a happy camper.
"Simi says we find whoever did this to Harry, and Akri lets Simi eat him!" The petite Charonte demon demanded as her red eyes flashed in anger. Neville sparing a look of pity upon Harry, despite his amusement as they knew their adoptive father was going to have a fit calming their demon sister down. Their mother ranting similiar issues. The man whom both adored looked pleadingly to Savitar for aide.
The blonde just shook his head finding everything all to amusing.
Having recently returned from visiting Artemis whom he had a working relationship with now more then anything. As Tory was still extremely angry at the Grecian goddess over her treatment of himself. Which he admiteddly founds endearing, Archeron and Simi were still not pleased at the events that had happened a few days before.
Each one of the trio did not like Artemis, whom was called the Bitch Goddess, for what she was doing to Archeron. Because of his bond with her, Simi was often stuck going as well. But thanks to the presence fo Tory who would not let Archeron out of her sight when it came to dealing with Artemis, things had been gettng better for the child demon. Still as they discussed what to do, they did not see the fuming anger of said demoness, qwich made Simi mad...
"Simi wants to eat whoever hurt Harry!" The Charonte girl repeated again but more firmly and with anger and loudly.
"Now, Simi darling, that wouldn't be right. It is Harry's fate now to take on whoever did this."
Startled as Savitar walks into the room, the demoness growls in irritation... "Simi says Harry no need to. Simi wants to protect Harry and Neville!"
"Unfortunately, Simi you can't. This was not meant for you or Archeron or even Tory to face. You were simply meant to protect and help them grow as well as bring them to me to teach." Savitar said calmly. His words being heard, Tory looks at the blonde and then her husband quizzically. About to say something, she refrains from it as even he seems almost clueless.
Archeron lwho had been istening to Savitar speak, frowns greatly at this. Over these last nine years, he has admittedly grown attached to these two young teenagers and looked upon them as his sons. And not only that, they helped him manage some of the Dark Hunter emergencies, as they grew with the power that Savitar was teaching them. Just recently they helped Val and Tabitha drive off a vengeful Stryker looking for Nic.
That was something else that he had upon his plate, for if not for Tabitha he might have lost not only his boys but three others as well. The woman whom despite owning a sex store was a godsend if one could pardon the puns.
For all intents and purposes, both Harry and Neville were Dark Hunters. But unlike the men and women in his service, they were not drained if they got to close to one another...and they had souls. Souls made all the difference, for because of that. Both Harry and Neville, much to his delight had the ability to annoy Artemis beyond belief and while they were doing so, it often kept Simi and his wife happily entertained as well as keeping the woman from constantly seducing him as she has been the last thousands years or so.
Which made Tory infinitely pleased as she swears constantly if it wasn't for the fact Artemis was literally the soul reason the moon shined. She would personally take a dagger to that woman's heart. Because if it wasn't for her little games, some of his people who were dead, could have been saved if she had allowed him to go in the past.
"You know who they really are don't you, Savitar?" Tory said softly.
Both boys listening now intently, Savitar smiles gently. Waving his hand, both instantly fell asleep... "Yes, I have always known. I would not have taught them or let you bring them here if I did not. Both these boys' fathers had in desperation gave their boys up, in hope that they would avoid the fate assigned to one of them."
"Both? They are not brothers?" Katra replied with a questioning look. The woman walking in, she gave a hug to her father and stepmother, whom she had come to adore. Being Artemis's daughter was something she was not proud to claim as for a long time it had not enabled her to find herself. She did eventually though and found someone who loved her, ironically one of her father's hunters. Now pregnant, she was radiant with happiness.
"Simi knew that they weren't. But Simi don't care. Harry and Neville are Simi's siblings!" The demoness said loudly. "Right Akri! They be Simi's brothers!"
The adults smiling at her demanding need to know, even Katra hides a soft giggle, as she sits down.
"Right," Proud of his little girl's exclamation, Archeron wraps his arm around the demoness's body in delight as he empathizes with her sentiments. "Still,one can't escape the fate my sisters set for them..." Archeron replies sadly as Simi sniffs in sadness. A scowl crossing her features, as his sisters the Three fates were interfering once agin. "Akri...can Simi eat them?"
Laughing now, Simi squeals in joy as her Akri and Akra bust out laughing. The giggles going on for a few moments it eventually disappears as Tory speaks again. "Which one of my boys is it?"
"Harry..." Savitar said quietly, bending down to the boy in the bed, he moves aside a long locke of black messy hair to reveal the lighting shaped scar on his head. "The one who attacked you and Simi that day was the one who did this to him. Everything the other does, Harry will feel..."
"The pain you told me about..." Archeron replied as Simi ran towards the teenagers and lay down beside them along with Tory. Their need, to protect both boys is evident on their features. The wings flapping quietly to brush cool air over their features...
"It was Harry's enemy returning to power. The bond between them was reasserting itself..." Savitar replied quietly. "Harry and Neville's time here is done Archeron. The two of them no matter how much we have grown attached to them, must go back to deal with that which your sisters have cursed them with."
Simi hearing this protests soundly, but Savitar looks to Archeron, who reluctantly commands the Charonte demon to return to another form. That of a tattoo upon his skin, and already in the back of his mind, he can hear Simi throwing a tantrum about it. Tory crooning a soft little song close to his ears, the charonte girl eventually settled down. A scowl in the back of his mind was clear and defined.
"Simi says Akri and Akra promised that Harry and Neville could stay with them forever! Simi doesn't want to go back on that promise!"
"Simi would you deny them a chance to meet their fathers?" Archeron asked silently in his head. Tory hearing his silent thoughts reluctantly agrees with his sentiments as she in a position such as that would wish to know as well.
"But you're they're father like you are mine Archeron!" Simi stated purposefully earning a small smile from the godlike leader and his wife who could not help but look at her husband who had a small tear of joy. To be loved like he is unconditionally by herself and Simi had been helping him to grow strong and become the man and not the past ever again.
"I am, but Simi there were those times when they were little remember? When they asked about whom they were and why they could do those things...would you deny them the chance to find out?"
"No..." The Charonte demon replies petulantly as she pouts in the back of his head. Simi remembers all those times, where her Harry and Neville, would ask her about their family and where they come from.
Archeron, hearing this watches as Simi goes silent to do a mixture of sulking and thinking in her own way. In the meantime, he sighs somewhat as Katra offers him a hug, to reassure him as Archeron looks at Savitar. "Where would they be going?"
"Hogwarts...a place called Hogwarts...an old friend there is the Headmaster. I plan on going to see him. Would you and the Mrs. like to come?"
Grinning, as Simi chattered excitedly, for no one was going to take her little brothers away without her and her Akri/Akra checking them out. The two link arms and then vanish without a trace.
Leaving Katra as guard and watch maiden over the two boys who slept... Her two baby brothers in her heart.