A/N: Thanks for all the favs and alerts! Knowing that so many people actually read and enjoy this really makes my day :P

Special thanks go to Aerisiera, joniskpelare, The Undiscovered (ff doesn't like your name - sorry!) and JezelbelSadiablo for the reviews! In answer to your question - I've never come across another dark-hunter/harry potter fic that isn't on this site, so I have no clue if there are any other slash stories out there. But I have got like...six more already planned out!

And yes – demon Ash :P Though I do want to point out that I haven't read further than Kiss of the Night so I have no clue of the specifics. If anything doesn't match up then...fanfiction... ¬_¬

CREDIT GOES TO AERISIERA FOR THE SIMI-TALK

Theme: #26. Colour

Harry groaned as he came awake slowly.

Every part of his body hurt and he was cold. Squinting into the darkness he reached down and dragged the cover up and over his shoulders until he was cocooned in silky warmth.

Hold on.

Savitar would never let him have silk sheets.

He opened his eyes slowly.

And why was he on a bed?

The faint stirrings of panic had him rolling over onto his back and sitting up sharply.

Then clutching his head in pain and falling back onto the pillows.

Ok, that had been a bad idea.

After a few moments, and the headache stabilising, he opened his eyes again and slowly raised himself up on his elbows. The room was pitch black. The only way he could tell he was on a bed was that he was comfortable and it wasn't moving.

Definitely not like the time he woke up thinking he was on a bed and was, in fact, just sleeping on a bear. A bear that became very grumpy when woken by screaming.

He was completely alone as well. This was a good thing. Savitar often thought it was amusing to lock random angry mythological creatures in the same room as you to test you.

He called it 'training the survival reflex'.

Harry called him a bastard.

The only good thing that Harry'd gotten out of it was that he could now tell when something wanted to kill him in his sleep. And oftentimes could actually escape. Still asleep.

After deeming himself safe-ish, Harry held out his cupped palm.

"Lumos." He whispered, pushing a thin thread of magic through his hand until a dim glow lit up the room.

It was then his memory decided to kick in. Savitar had brought him here after a particularly gruelling training session.

He frowned, trying to remember just what Savitar had imparted whilst throwing water over him to clean him. Something about a new...guardian. Someone who'd be more willing to take him in than Savitar was.

Harry's only hope was that the man...Ash, he thought it was...was less sadistic than Savitar.

He sighed and looked down. Then blinked as a flash of colour caught his eye.

He blinked. Then blinked again.

He had a tattoo. A red dragon curled on his stomach.

What. The. Hell.

Feeding more magic into his hand to brighten the light didn't make the tattoo disappear either. In fact, it just made it gain more detail.

He poked it.

It wiggled.

A childlike giggle echoed in his head.

Harry thought this was a perfect time to panic.

Akra-Harry?

Harry swallowed hard, his eyes wide. Was he being possessed? It didn't feel like it – though the only other comparison he had was that time with Voldemort.

His brain wasn't working properly, in the end he just shrugged. In for a penny in for a pound.

Hello?

Naaaaah...Akra? Are you gonna stay in bed all day? The Simi's got needs you know and is awful hungry for some sparklies.

Um...?

Aaaaaakraaaaa!

Was the weird voice in his head whining at him?

The Simi is not a voice. Simi is a Charonte! Silly Akra.

Holy shit! Harry scrambled out of bed and span in a circle before realising that the voice was in his head and not behind him.

Simi is a good demon though! Simi likes the sparklies and barbeque! But Akri doesn't let me eats the peoples no more, only those moo moo cows and daimons.

Harry had the strangest suspicion that it was pouting. Then the rest of what it said caught up with him.

Who's Akri? He asked. Maybe it was someone who could control it.

But Akra-Harry, Akri is Akri! He has the neat plastic that buys the Simi all kinds of sparklies and never says no to Simi! Akri is the best Akri the Simi could have!

Harry blinked. Maybe he should just find his new guardian and see what he thought about it.

His mamma is the nice queen goddess who gave the Simi her hornay warmers and lets her eat all kinds of stuff but Akri can't go visit her so Simi gets to go.

The voice was still babbling away inside his head.

Well...at least this possession didn't hurt.

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