Authors Note: This is my first harry potter and DH fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Warnings: Sexual content, Language, Violence

Summery: He was the boy who lived, but he just wanted to die. To find peace. He was under the boys spell. His body ached for him and he was drowning in those green eyes. He didnt understand it. Neither of them did. But soon Savitar will realize that even a Chthonian can find love.

" Okay, what did you guys do this time?" said Thorn crossing his arms, a look of irritation on his face.

" What does that mean?" asked Acheron.

" I mean, that you gods manage to somehow manage to fuck shit up even more than usual and bring about an apocalypse every six months. So what did you guys do this time?"

" Well, I've done nothing to fuck up the world yet. Actually i just helped his sorry ass in preventing the Time Untime," said Nick pointing at Acheron. The atlantean rolled his eyes under his sunglasses.

" Then why are you here Malachai?" asked Jericho suspiciously.

" Same reason he's probably here-" he looked at Thorn, " - Something is going down in the ether. I can feel it."

" Last time i felt something like this, our little Cajun over there came into his powers." Said thorn.

That wasn't good. If something like Nick has just been unleashed, that would mean chaos and destruction. And it would be a bad day to be human.

Just when they thought doomsday was over…

" I say we find what ever it is and kill it," declared Jericho. As the son of Warcraft, his idea of solving problems was killing and sometime maiming.

" Agreed," said Sin.

Acheron looked over to Madoc who was taking glances at Nick. The look in the dream gods eyes, it was one of recognition and something else. As if he knew Nick for a long time. But that couldn't be right. They never met before, so how would Madoc know him?

" Wheres your god-slaying boyfriend, Parthenopaeus?"

Ash ignored Nicks insult. Speaking of which, where was Savitar? Normally in situations like this, he would be here. Sav, get off you surf board and get over here. The Chthonian appeared in the room in a bright flash of light. He looked very pissed and his shirt had a big hole in it that showed his stomach. Everyone looked at him.

" What?" he snarled.

" What happened to you?"

" Not in the mood Atlantean. Why did you call?"

" Oh no reason, we were all planning a guys night out and wondering if you would come to the mall with us to by some jeans," Thorn said sarcastically. Savitar's eyes turned red and he took one step towards the Hellchaser. Ash had to hold him back, and Thorn was not helping with that i-dare-you look.

" We are not here to fight," said Ash. Honestly, he felt like he was dealing with little kids, and not beings of ultimate power.

" Yet," interjected Nick. He looked at the godslayer. " Did you feel that tear in the universe a while ago?" That grabbed his attention. The Chthonian eyes became green as he focused. He listened to the heartbeat of the universe, and it was skipping a beat. Something was wrong with the natural order.

" Okay, who fucked up this time?"

" Thats what we are trying to figure out," answered Jericho.

" The Source... there was a disturbance in it as well," said Sin. Jericho and Acheron had felt it as well. Thorn couldn't because he wasn't a Source god, nor did he need to draw his powers from it. Nick couldn't either because, since his people were made to destroy the Source, he had no ties to it.

" You've been real quiet," Nick said to Madoc. He just shrugged. Thorn looked at the dream god suspiciously.

" Why are you even here? And how do you know of this rupture that happened? You are no source god." the others were curious as to hear this to. But Acheron found that this was not the time or the place. No, seriously, he did not want this happening in his realm. If things broke out into a battle royal, then they might destroy Katoteros.

" Thats not important right now. Now, we need a plan."

" We need Jared," said Jericho. Acheron nodded in agreement.

" The Sephirii? Why?" asked Sin.

" Out of all of us Jared has more of a connection to the source then any of us do. Hes more in tune with it and he might be able to have an answer to our questions," answered Savitar.

The looks on Nick and Madoc's faces said they did not like that Idea one bit. " And now, i make my leave." Nick vanished out of the room. Acheron cursed and tried to call Nick back, but the Cajun didnt respond.

"Aren't you just glad you didnt kill him." Jericho said sarcastically.

" It warms my heart right before i go to sleep." replied the atlantean.

" Well while you guys deal with this..." Thorn vanished out the room.

" So... Where is Jared?"

Before Jared could drive Takara straight into Harry's heart, he was hit by a god bolt that sent him flying. In mid air he composed himself and landed gracefully on his feet.

Harry found that he could now move and looked to were the blast came from. Harry saw possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was a beautiful, tiny woman. Her café au lait skin glowed and accentuated the greenness of her almond-shaped eyes. Her dark brown sisterlocks were pulled back from her face and held with a leopard-print scarf that matched her long skirt.

Jared narrowed his eyes dangerously at her." Menyara! You dare interfere again!"

" In what? You killing a defenseless child? Shame on you Jared. I will not be letting you do this."

" I let one live before, I will not let another live."

Menyara was confused by what he said. But she wasn't going to stick around and ask questions.

" Maahes!" She called out to her nephew who appeared right beside hair. Tall and extremely muscular, the man appeared by her side. His short hair was dark brown with blond highlights, and there was something about it that reminded Harry of a lion's mane. His eyes were the same color of green as the woman's. He wore jeans and a black shirt, and looked ready to kill.

The power that came from this man put Voldemort to shame. But what Harry felt from this Jared person...

" Yes auntie?"

" Hold him off."

He nodded and brought forth a lighting bolt into his hand and went for Jared. The two began battling like titans. Moving and striking with such grace that Harry was enticed to watch this fight to the end. What were those two? They couldn't be wizards, but what kind of magic were they using? Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a soft delicate hand touch his shoulder and looked to see it was the little women, Menyara.

" We have to go."

One moment they were in the alley. the next, they were in a bed room. A very luxurious looking one.

" How did you do that?" He didnt see her with a portkey.

Menyara manifested a shirt in her hands. " Here you go child." Harry was suspicious of the woman, but it was hard to be when she had this kind nature to her. And the aura of a loving mother. Also not to mention she saved his life. Not wanting to be rude, he took the shirt and put it on. It fit perfectly.

" Thank you. Now can you please tell me who you are. Where are we? Who was that guy trying to kill me? What was-"

" Easy child," Menyara said cutting him off. " I will answer your questions, but first..."

The goddess vanished out of the room leaving Harry alone.

Harry felt his hands burning again, but this time when he looked down, his hands were normal.

When Menyara appeared back in the alley, she saw Maahes hunched up against the nearest wall, trying to keep himself standing. His shirt was soaked with his blood, and his sweat dampened hair clung to his face. She was by his side instantly holding him up steady.

" That was close. The bastard almost cut my arm off."

" Hush boy, we have to get you fixed."

" Auntie, if your talking about spaying me then we are never talking again."

Menyara lightly slapped him upside the head. She teleported them back to her apartment. Maahes looked around.

" Wheres the boy?" She helped him to the couch.

" I had to take him to your island. I don't think Jared could find him there," she said.

" Damn right he wont." Ever since Verlyn invaded his Island, the Egyptian god made sure to put lots of charms and shields up.

" So what does he want with him?" She summoned off his shirt and began chanting in ancient Egyptian. He hissed at the stinging pain of his wounds closing up. When it was done he thanked her.

" I don't know," she said answering his previous question. " He wants the boy dead. I don't know why. But i don't think he deserve it."

Getting up, Maahes summoned a white shirt onto his body. " And how would you know that? Do you even know him?"

" I am a goddess of justice child, I know when people are being naughty or nice."

" And yet you helped raised the Malachai."

Menyara didnt reply to that. She knew her nephew meant nothing by it, but it hurts her inside when ever she thought about it. She had tried to keep Nick safe, it was why she bounded his powers when he was first born. So he could be hidden from the dark forces of the universe that wanted him. If he was raised with enough nurture and care then maybe, just maybe he would be different from the others of his kind. When his father Adarian died, the Egyptian goddess was relieved and scared at the same time.

Relieved because that would mean the elder Malachai wouldn't try to kill Nick. Scared because his fathers death, meant that Nick had replaced him as the last Malachai in the universe.

Since then, over the years she watched as he matured into a young man. Became a squire, made friends, and went to collage. She should have known that destiny couldn't be tampered with.

It was when Cherise died that everything started going straight to hell.

Nick Gautier died that night the daimons killed his mother.

And reborn from the ashes was Ambrosius Malachai.

The destroyer of all.

That killed Menyara on the inside. She had failed her best fiend by not being able to keep her son on the path of good. He wasn't just walking the path of evil. He was driving down it over a hundred mile per hour in a Jag XKR.

Maahes noticed the look on her face and cursed at himself. " I didnt mean it like that, I-"

She placed her hands on his cheeks and smiled sadly at him. " I know, I know. I could never be mad at you, ya hear. Now come, we have someone waiting on us."

The two teleported back to his island to the waiting wizard.

Azmodea

Asmodeus made sure to walk quietly, as to make sure he did not wake the sleeping demons that laid in the darkness. Oh, how he hated this place, and yet, here was. Back in hell. He was born in Azmodea, he was even named after it. That had gotten his ass whopped on many occasions.

He had not one good memories of this place. Well... He did have one. The look on Noir's face when Jericho invaded them. Oh, how the demon wished he could get the framed.

Moving into another hall, he let out a long breath in relief because there were no other demons around. Hopefully he wouldn't run into Azura or Noir. That would make his day suck.

He found the room he was looking for, and entered the torture chamber. Inside the room was dark and freezing cold. The walls were splattered and stained with blood, and the only other person besides the demon that was in the room was-

"Jaden?"

Nailed against the far wall, the demon broker hung naked and savagely beaten. The reason why Asmodeus had to ask if it was really him was because he could barley make out a face. The demon brokers face was so swollen that he couldn't even open his eyes.

" Hey," his voice was so weak, and low that the demon could barley hear it. How could he even speak with the way his lips were swollen? The demon didnt even knew that lips could become that color when hit enough times.

" You needed me?"

" I... Need you... get me down..." He was breathing heavily, and coughing violently. The demon wasted no time in getting him down. Jaden hissed each time the demon removed a nail. Jaden laid on he floor flat on his back. The demon gave him a moment to collect himself. When he spoke again, he somehow manage to open one eye, showing a vivid green iris.

" I... need you... find someone..." Jaden conjured a black box that floated in mid air right in front of the demon. " Give... this to... him..."

Asmodeus grabbed the box. It was light and made of wood. The demon saw the strange markings that looked carved into it, and wondered if it was some sort of demon writing. He certainly never seen it before.

" You... have...to... g-g-go..." said Jaden. It was then the demon heard the sound of approaching foot steps.

" But, who do i bring this to?" who ever it was, was getting closer.

" Harry... Potter." Jaden closed his one opened eye, " Go." Even weak and completely drained of energy, only Jaden could still sound that commanding.

Asmodeus vanished out the room when the door opened.

Jaden didnt even have to open his eyes to know that it was lord asshole who just entered the room.

And just when he had just gotten down from that wall.

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