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,.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸-Sympathy for the Devil-,.-~*´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸

"I said no BLOOD on my FRONT PORCH! Is that too HARD to UNDERSTAND? Like, Seriously!"

Harry gaped at the sudden shout. His very core shook as the vibrations seemed to rattle in within him. The teen struggled to push himself up but his arms didn't seem to want to cooperate with him. They shook from under him, refusing to lift his body more than a few inches off the ground. A ragged cough escaped his mouth. Harry could feel the sticky wetness cling to the walls of his throat. He swallowed painfully as he unwillingly let himself fall to the floor.

"Did I actually KILL the little turd?" Harry heard the intruder mutter. The blood in his veins turned cold from the sound of the man's voice. So dismissive and uncaring about another life. Sure Wang was a psycho that tried to maim him but something about the voice made Harry uncomfortable with him being so close to the other teen. Harry turned his body towards the other two, his nails clawing into the cement as he finally managed to push himself up onto his hands and knees. The world seemed to tilt for a moment but Harry stubbornly stayed upright.

"Oh look, he's breathing," the man murmured almost disappointingly. The blurry figure stood in stark contrast in the dark alley. Harry couldn't say for certain if the man was wearing literal drapes or if his eyesight had actually gotten worse since he lost his glasses. He couldn't make out the exact features of the man's face, only the sharp edges of his protruding nose and chin. The figure, no more than a mere blob now, reminded him of Malfoy, with a little Snape thrown in as well. He, judging by the pitch of voice, walked with the grace of a dancer; Proud and confident with the dramatics to boot. His voice was condescending, steady yet almost melodic with dynamics that rose and faltered to its own tune. Harry watched, unable to move much more than a few random twitches of his muscles. He wasn't going to say anything less the man's ire turn to him. That strategy was immediately forgotten as Harry watched the nonchalant man actually nudged Wang's side with his foot. "How unfortunate."

"G-get away from him," Harry snarled. The figure actually jumped as though he had forgotten Harry was ever there. The air grew tense as the man froze for a moment before kicking Wang's body out of his way and striding over to Harry.

"Get away from him?" the man parroted. Harry bared his teeth, his shoulders tense as the man seemingly danced around him, mocking him. A sudden kick to his left arm caused him to crash to the ground once more. The sudden movement causing Harry to let out a soundless shout before his jaw smacked painfully onto the hard floor. He groaned, shaky arms unsteady as he tried to push himself up once more. Harry hadn't needed to, however, as a strong hand grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt and pulled. Harry yelped as the ground disappeared from under him. His hands unconsciously shot up to grab the offenders wrist but he had no strength to pry the sharp fingers off of him.

"'Get AWAY from him,' he says to a god. How... Heroic." The man spat as he effortlessly brought Harry up to his face until they were nose-to-nose. Harry's eyes widened at the enraged gold irises that bore into his own green. Now closer, Harry could see the startling facade of the intruder's enraged face. From sharp lines and even sharper cheekbones to the wide grin with no humor and pointed teeth lined in two straight rows. The grey pallor of his skin contrasting starkly with his sunken eyes that seemed to stare into Harry's soul. Long, cold fingers with nails sharpened like claws tore tiny holes into Harry's shirt as the man lifted him even higher off the ground as though he were examining the teen as one would to a dog. "And everyone knows how much I. Hate. Heroes."

"Not— Not everyone," Harry wheezed.

"Not every— Not everyone?" The man laughed. "You mean to tell ME that you actually don't RECOGNIZE me?"

"L-lucky me." The man laughed again. it was a fake one, Harry could tell. The high pitched giggle echoed and bounced off the walls which effectively made Harry's very skin crawl. Harry knew from that moment that the man was mad; Sanity having left him long before he stumbled into him. From prior experience, Harry knew this was the type of man to avoid. Who knew what the loon was capable of.

"You sure got a mouth on you, I'll give you that," the man said once his laughter died down. For a moment the man merely stared at Harry, his arm never exhibiting the stress of holding up the teenager three feet off the ground.

"I don't know you," the man finally said. Harry gasped as he was let free. The suddenness preventing him from catching himself before his body met the ground. The teen groaned, his back hot from pain. The man, once again a mere blob, stood still, studying him with a sharp hand under his chin. "I don't know you. I know EVERYONE. It's a small island, not too hard. You... I would remember a BRAT like you. You're what? Twelve, maybe? I mean sure there's nothing better to do on this DAMN FORSAKEN PILE OF TRASH than the old horizontal tango but I would have figured the idiots I share my air with would learn to use protection by now. I mean just LOOK at all the annoying little SHITS here. We have a bit of population crisis here, kid. Anyways, who's your mommy or daddy, hmm?"

Harry stared. He mouth set in a firm sneer as he refused to answer the man's question. But from the looks of it, the man never even expected the teen to answer. He just continued talking, attempting to answer his own question.

"Funny accent there. Could be another one of Hook's gaggle of fish breaths but the— um the jaw, no, that's all wrong. Queen of warts? No that doesn't seem right. You still seem to have your head. I can scratch out the reject genie for— obvious reasons. Hey kid, is your daddy by chance some creepy old guy with a gypsy fetish? Aw man now isn't THAT a nasty thought. Gross."

"What are you talking about?" Harry finally rasped.

"Your parent, duh! I need to know if I'm stepping on anyone's toes before I fry you," the man said as though it were obvious. "I also need to know who to send the remains to. It's been so long since I've had any sort of ENTERTAINMENT!"

" Who even are you?"

"Oh? I forgot about that. How RUDE of me," the strange man laughed. Harry jumped a little as music suddenly started to play. His head turned in every direction, attempting to find the source. The teen frowned before turning his attention back to the insane man. He noticed that the grey man seemed a bit distracted so he took the opportunity to shakily stand, though unsteadily and leaning against the wall for support.

"Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man soul to waste."

Harry watched in disbelief as the man started to sing. The oddness of the situation did not escape him. It would have actually been a good idea to grab Wang and run but for some reason, Harry found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the man as he seemingly glided through practiced motions. And although this could very well be one of the strangest situations Harry had ever found himself in, he couldn't help but think the man's singing voice was pretty good.

"Pleased to meet you!

Hope you guess my name!

But what's puzzling you,

is the nature of my game!"

One would think after all the time Harry had spent practicing magic he would become accustomed to weird happenings. He flew on brooms and dragons, fought evil wizards, saved magical creatures, and escaped death more times than most grown men and women had in their whole lifetimes. Harry had thought he'd seen it all. Watching a man who, admittedly, looked a bit like a slightly blue Voldemort parade around in an alleyway with two teenage boys, one who had worryingly not gotten up yet, was mind-boggling. Especially as the strange man had now taken to using Wang's unconscious body as a puppet for a series of dances. The sight alone managed to knock Harry out of his stupor long enough to ignore the pain and rush over.

"Don't touch him!" Harry shouted.

"I stuck around St. Petersburg

When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain."

Harry was not surprised when the man ignored him and merely tossed Wang to the side. The teen barely managed to catch the other boy under his arms before the Asian teen could hit the ground. The sudden weight nearly threw Harry off balance but by some miracle, he remained upright. It took a moment to figure out but Harry managed to carry Wang's full weight on his back. It would have made for a comical sight seeing how Wang was much larger the green-eyed boy but Harry didn't dwell too long on it.

"I rode a tank

Held a general's rank

When the blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank,"

"For the love of Merlin! Stop singing!" For a moment, Harry thought the strange man was going to listen. He paused. The music kept going but Harry ignored that detail in favor of keeping his eyes on the deranged man. Just when the teen thought the insanity would end, the man smirked and continued on to another verse.

"Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby,

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's confusing you

Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah,"

Harry wanted to hex the man but the very thought of tapping into his magic did not sit well with him. It wasn't difficult to realize that his core was at a dangerous level. Even the simple spell he had used on Wang's gang earlier had greatly depleted what little magic stores he had left. Using anymore would not only knock him out but could very well kill him. It would be an incredibly moronic way to die. Both Hermione and Madame Pomfrey would have his head. That and he would never hear the end of it if Ron or, worse yet, Malfoy ever found out. He would never hear the end of it in the afterlife.

With a groan, the teen settled to listen until the conclusion of the song. He couldn't escape without leaving behind Wang which, quite frankly, was not an option. The other boy may have been a prat but Harry wasn't going to leave some kid alone with the absolutely mad stranger currently singing a jaunty rock song in their presence. Using magic was impossible and with the way the insane man danced near the mouth of the alley made it impossible for Harry to just make a run for it.

So he listened. There was not much else to do, after all. It was as Harry finally let the words register in his mind that Harry realized what was going on. Yes, the man was singing but he had not put together exactly why at that moment. The song, it's lyrics, was an introduction. The man was singing to Harry about who he was. The realization brought forth several impressions. Most were that the man was not only insane but incredibly dramatic. There was no need for a song when all he had to do was give a damn name. Nevertheless, Harry listened raptly for a clue as to who exactly the lunatic was.

"Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails

Just call me Lucifer

Cause I'm in need of some restraint"

And there it was. In that verse, a single word, or name rather, caused the metaphorical gears in Harry's head to turn. Lucifer. Harry was by no means a religious person. How could he have been? His whole life was one damnation after the other. The teen remembered how his Aunt would lock him in the cupboard as a child every Sunday as she, Dudley, and Uncle Vernon left for church. She grumbled all the while, mentioning under her breath that no amount of prayers from the neighbors could sap away the evil that wedged itself in Harry's heart. It had hurt Harry immensely hearing that as a child but as he grew older, he learned to take whatever his relatives said about him with a grain of salt.

That and the Dursley's were kicked out of their church after one of Dudley's tantrums set the minister's pew on fire. Harry was blamed for that somehow as well.

So while Harry was not entirely confident of his knowledge of the bible and its contents, he was more or less familiar with some of the more famous names and ideas. One of which was the name Lucifer, the ruler of hell. Harry did not know why that specific piece of the song called out to him. He did not understand why the name itself stood out from the rest of the song. He thought maybe it was because it was the only time in the song where it mentioned a title. A name.

'Just call me Lucifer'

It was the only point in the song that gave the strange man an actual name. However, Harry doubted that was the man's actual name. It... didn't seem right. Harry had long learned to trust his instincts and although the situation was a bit of a stretch, the teen couldn't find it himself to brush aside his doubts. There was something there that Harry was not getting. A key piece that linked the strange man and the name Lucifer.

And then, it hit him. Literally. A sharp jab in his lower back cause Harry to flinch and hiss out in displeasure. The teen turned his head to look, mindful of keeping a distracted on eye on the dancing loon. With arms held tight against his shoulders stood a wide-eyed Wang. The taller boy's eyes were filled with fear as he blearily watched, frozen, the man dance to his song. Harry could feel the other boy shake against his back. Short puffs of panic filled breaths grazed his cheek as Harry tried to nudge the other boy into awareness.

"Ha-Ha-Hades," Harry heard the boy whisper fearfully. The man didn't hear him under the loud song currently playing and continued to sing but Harry paused. The name suddenly brought back images of both Hermione and Ron laughing in front of the girl's telly. The afternoon they managed to sneak off to Hermione's home to watch her 'silly' fairy tales. They had gotten into a lot of trouble when the three of them managed to stagger back to Grimmauld Place late into the evening. Mrs. Weasly had nearly sent the whole Order to go look for them but they had just managed to return before they went out the door.

Hermione had been thoroughly chastised and so had Ron after his mother rounded up at him for an extra lecture. For Harry, however? He had considered that day as one of the best days of his life. A day where he was a normal boy without magic or responsibilities to weigh down on him. A day wasted doing nothing but eating sweets and watching cartoon characters sing and dance on a screen. The punishment handed out by Ron's mum was well worth the series of happy tunes stuck in his head for weeks to follow.

Harry knew that the name Hades went beyond an animated film. There were stories, actual history behind the name but all Harry knew was the sarcastic, dramatic, and flamboyant character Hermione introduced to him that one summer afternoon. The movie, Hercules, was one of his favorites. The story resonated with Harry for obvious reasons and the music that came along with it was a nice touch.

Nothing, not even Wang's fearful admission to the man's name, would be enough to consider the thought and yet, Harry couldn't let it go. It fit. The man certainly acted like the character in the movie. His voice was uncanny. Harry couldn't very well make out the details of the man's appearance, not without his glasses, but from what little he could make out of the tall blob was enough to cement the idea into his head. By Merlin, the man even had the pointy features on his face! Harry could admit to that for certain as he thought back to the vivid memory of the man holding the teen up to his face. It was impossible but no less damning. Somehow, this man was—

"Hades."

"Tell me baby, what's my name

Tell me honey, can ya guess my name

Tell me baby, what's my name

I tell you one time, you're to blame!"

Harry jumped when the man, Hades he presumed, suddenly clapped and swept an arm towards him with a chilling laugh before finishing the verse of his song. Harry felt as Wang impossibly held on tighter to his shoulders in fear. He hissed at the other teen to let go but Wang either refused or couldn't hear him over his own fear. The strange man let out another haunting laugh as he finally finished his impromptu performance. His chest heaved as he stood, arms stretched out wide, as he sent a sharp grin down at the two frozen teens.

"How was THAT for an introduction?" he said haughtily. Hades then paused as he seemed to consider them for a long moment. Harry felt chills run down his spine as he felt more than saw his glowing eyes focus on him intently. The moment seemed to last forever but had actually only been a few seconds at the most. As though he had figured something out, Hades nodded his head before snapping a sharp finger and pointing at a thumb behind him. "Hey, yeah, you kid? You're the Hun brat? Beat it, will 'ya. I've got no use for you. Just be glad I decided to let you leave with all your limbs intact."

Harry involuntarily sighed as the taller teen didn't hesitate as he pushed him out of the way as he ran out of the alley. The wizard hardly knew the other boy but it honestly didn't surprise him that Wang would leave him without a second thought.

"And you," Hades continued as though there wasn't anything wrong with essentially holding a teenaged boy hostage. He rubbed his hand to his chin as though in thought before nodding. "I think you can be useful. You remind me of someone. Ugh, you practically REEK of her and her chosen ones. It's gross, honestly but hey, I can't afford to be picky these days."

"What are you talking about?" Harry questioned but unsurprisingly remained ignored.

"Yeah. This could work," Hades thought out loud before he shot an impossibly fast arm out to grasp Harry by his jumper. "You're too clean and, uh, nice to have been raised in this stink hole. How did you get in, huh? No. That doesn't matter. What matters now is how are you getting out? Obviously some sort of magic. I know magic when I smell it, kid. Don't even try to lie. I can— I can work with this."

"Let—"

"Shh, Shh. An adult is speaking," the man chided him. "Yeah, your definitely not one of those imbeciles spawns. Your eyes are too— are too, blah what's the word? Green, nice shade by the way. Bright. Still have that Disgusting sparkle to them. How no one noticed you slip through the cracks is a mystery, I tell ya. Let's make a deal."

"What—"

"Let me Finish. Jeeze, do they not teach manners from wherever you come from? Look, kid. It's obvious you're not from around here so let me give you a little history lesson. This place, notice the rank of fear and lack of deodorant? Yeah, of course you did. Soak it up now. It does wonders for your skin. They call it the 'Isle of the Lost.' Pretty, right? Me? I think it's a bit redundant but eh who's askin'? You got the meanest, most vile villains in history down here. Common crooks, murderers, thieves, the whole works. Been stuck here for about twenty years. Twenty. Years. It's gotten a bit crowded if you can imagine and there is no doubt in my mind that some of the more unsavory folks are more than willing to empty up some space if they catch eye of some wide-eyed toddler such as yourself. So I propose a deal."

Harry frowned at the thought of making some type of deal with the man. The tall male hadn't approved or denied his guess on his name but even then, Harry knew to make deals, especially if the man knew about magic, was not the brightest course of action. He couldn't very well run, however. Harry had tried to retch himself free the moment Hades mentioned magic but the grip on his sweatshirt, and now shoulder, was too strong. A brief flash of Hagrid's sheer strength came to mind but the teen roughly shoved that into the back of his mind. He really didn't want to make a deal but if Harry understood what the man was insinuating, there was not much left for him to do.

"...What kind of deal?"

"I offer you protection. I'm sure you're aware that I'm a pretty big deal around here and no one would dare to touch something of mine. I give you my protection and you can wander free around the Ilse without fear of being maimed."

"And what do you get in return?"

"Simple. I want you to find a way off this Island and take me with you. I don't care how you do it. Just find a way out and give me a free ride. After that, you won't have to deal with me again."

"Can't get out?"

"Ugh, do I have to really spell it out for you?" Hades groaned. "There's a damn magical barrier surrounding the island. No one can get in and no one can get out."

"Not even you? Aren't you, like, the ruler of the underworld?" Harry asked condescendingly. The teen knew he was being rather transparent in his attempt at getting a concrete identity out of him but the man either didn't notice or didn't care.

"My powers are WORTHLESS under this BUBBLE. I can't even summon a simple small spirit in these conditions. But you, you reek of magic. I haven't smelt it in YEARS. Somehow you are exempt from the barriers spell. I don't know why and frankly I couldn't care less. You got power and I want it. However, you're basically also a nobody here and will get ripped apart in no time. I mean, that brat and his gang almost got to you. If it hadn't been for Moi, you would have been fish food, no doubt. So you're welcome for that."

"I don't need your protection."

"Pfft, kid don't embarrass yourself."

"You said it yourself, I still have magic. I don't need your protection when I can obviously look after myself."

"Yeah, so where was that magic earlier, huh? Don't be an idiot, kid. Just take the deal. Get me out and I'll make sure you stay alive."Harry remained silent. He really didn't want to make the deal. Hades seemed to realize this and sighed as he ran a hand across his face with a sigh. "Alright, alright. You drive a hard bargain. How about this? What if I can offer you a soul? Any soul, I don't care. Miss mommy or daddy? I can get them for you. Get me out and I'll give you protection AND a single soul of you're choosing?"

Harry froze. He saw the movie. He knew how this would go but he couldn't just let the offer pass. Harry was accustomed to death. He had seen countless people die right in front of him. Both his parents, Cedric, Dobby, and— Sirius. Sirius was dead and it was his fault. If Harry did what Hades asked him to do then he could very well bring Sirius back. Hades was offering him a way to reunite with his godfather for a single favor. It was almost too good to be true. But Harry hesitated.

"...A soul? Just one and I'll I have to do is find you a way off this Island?"

"Yes. That's all."

"... Alright. I'll find you a way off in return for protection and a soul. Deal?" Hades stared at him for a long moment before a slow grin overtook his blurry features. Slowly, the man let go the teen go and struck out a hand for the teen to shake. Harry didn't hesitate to grasp the mans cold, grey hand in his own.

"Deal," Hades agreed with a laugh. The man let go after a second and wiped his hand on his robe before beckoning Harry to follow after him. "This is how things are going to work..."

I started this story last year with all the intentions to finish it. This past year has been... something to say the least. I won't go into too many details and just say it was really rocky at times. I wrote this because Descendants at the time made me happy. It was a cute movie and I really enjoyed it but I lost interest in it along with this story. I honestly forgot I was even writing this but found this chapter in my docs and decided just to upload it even though I don't have plans to continue it. I'm sorry if that upsets people. I really am but I can't keep writing something when I have no desire to do so. I had originally planned just to delete it but I decided not to in the end. Again, I'm really sorry about leaving you all hanging like this.