*mushuxlll*The Harry of this story has a strange relationship with everyone in cannon. Relationships with cannon characters will be developed but not until at least Chapter 5 or 6. Until then, the children will be the ones interacting the most with Deimos (Harry). As for the Potter family, here it is:

James & Lily Potter:

Harry and Daniel Potter – 40

Calla Potter – 37

Rose & Violet Potter – 36

*A. Reader * Harry will NOT EVER be light or good in this story! He is DARK and he has his own agenda which he WILL follow. I know there are many OC's but once they are all introduced, the story should become clearer.

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Chapter 3

"Ah there you are, Harry!"

Deimos resisted the urge to growl as he turned to face the twinkling old man who hurrying down the corridor. In the past five days or so, he had managed to avoid him only conversing with one of the five kids that seemed to enjoy his company.

"Dumbledore." Deimos inclined his head a little as the older man stopped a few inches in front of him.

He smiled, "Would you care to join me for a cup of tea, Harry? Perhaps I could update you on the status of the world."

Deimos rolled his eyes as he turned his back on the old man, "Thanks but no thanks."

He had barely taken a few steps before the cuffs turned red hot and he erupted in pain. Gritting his teeth, Deimos turned to face Dumbledore, "What the fuck?"

Dumbledore waved his wand and the pain stopped, "I am sorry Harry, but I must insist you come."

Deimos growled threateningly before striding alongside Dumbledore, muttering under his breath.

"That is so immoral! It shouldnt be right to treat anyone like that!" Anemone was ranting to Godric and Charles a few minutes later.

"I mean, not everyone has to listen to Dumbledore! Why would he do such a thing!"

Charles put a calming hand on her shoulder, "Maybe Dumbledore had reason. I mean the means he went about doing it is so obviously wrong but..."

Just then the door opened to their meeting spot and Holly and Lily hurried in, "They arent going to Dumbledore's office!"

"WHAT?"

Holly showed them the map, "See, they are headed to the dungeons! Come on!"

The group rolled their eyes at the overly excited girl before hurrying after her towards the dungeons eager to spy on their newest friend.

"Shhh..." Lily held a finger to her lips as the five cast disillusionment and undetectable charms on each other and headed into the open dungeon door. They found themselves instantly in front of Deimos's cell where interestingly, Dumbledore was not torturing him.

Deimos looked directly at the spot where the kids were hiding, disillusioned. He winked at them before turning to Dumbledore. They were both sitting in a table that had been erected in the cell with Dumbledore facing away from the bars and Deimos towards it.

"So are we going to sit here all day or are you planning on saying something, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore frowned before saying, "We are waiting Harry."

Deimos rolled his eyes as he moved his hands, showing off the fact that they were once again attached to the waist chain and to his ankles. Upon closer inspection, it was obvious the chains were attached to the chair he was sitting in.

"Alright... tell me why you have secured me again."

Dumbledore sighed. He could feel a headache coming on.

"Two reasons actually. The first is that your time to decide whether you will or will not help us ends today. The second is that the mind healer I summoned will not see you unless you are secured."

Deimos rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. His decision was pretty much made though he wondered if he was making a bad decision. He thought back to the many mental conversations he had had with the other witches and wizards in their immobile prisons, wondering what they would do in a situation like this.

His musings were interrupted by the bars sliding away to reveal his sister, Calla. His eyes flickered to the corner where he knew Charles and the others were hiding and he sent them a slight wink letting them know their secret was safe.

For her part, Calla walked in, a briefcase in her arms as she sat down next to Dumbledore facing away from the bars.

Deimos smirked at her. She looked identical to their mother in every way, including the emerald green eyes. He and Daniel had been the only ones to inherit their father's black hair.

"Fancy seeing you here, Calla."

She frowned at him, "Its Healer Longbottom to you."

Deimos smirked even more, "Oh really Healer Longbottom? I never thought you would marry that clumsy oaf. Does he still stumble and stutter at every word? Oh what am I saying? He probably can't even remember how to spell his own name!"

Calla grit her teeth as she withdrew a book from her briefcase and put it on the table with a thump, "Neville is a thousand times the man you are, traitor."

Deimos rolled his eyes again, "I am sure he is. Now what is this, sweetheart? A little light reading for little old me?"

Dumbledore decided to intervene before Calla, "Stop being an antagonist, Harry. We are trying to help you."

"More like help yourself, you mean. Tell me Dumbledore, would you ever have come to redeem me if you hadn't been losing the war?"

Dumbledore didn't say a word, knowing full well it was a ridiculous attempt to beat Deimos with logic. Instead, he turned to Calla who had been writing down notes.

"Calla, dear, would you testify for the record that Harry is of sound mental health?"

Calla nodded, sticking her pen behind her ear as she stood. She pulled out her wand and placed the tip at Deimos's forehead. Deimos for his part resisted the urge to attempt to disarm her as she whispered a spell.

A moment later, she stepped back a shocked look on her face. Dumbledore asked in concern, "What is it?"

"I performed a charm that would tell me his Intelligence Quotient or IQ and it is 250! The highest anyone has ever known to be 210!"

Deimos smirked at her, "What, honey? Surprised that someone might actually have an IQ greater than twn? Thats what Neville had right?"

Calla grit her teeth again and Dumbledore asked, "So his mental health is normal?"

Calla jabbed her wand into the scar on Deimos's forehead and whispered a different spell. Instantly a holographic monitor displaying a series of curves appeared.

Calla nodded, "Brain activity is above average. One more test."

She whispered a longer spell and a strange green light eluded from Deimos's skull. She looked at it thoughtfully before deciding, "His mental health... well he is a cross of a Grade A Psychopath and a Grade A Sociopath – just what you would expect from a coldblooded murderer."

Deimos smirked at her, "Why honey! Thats the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me!"

Calla rolled her eyes as she moved over to Dumbledore, "There, happy?"

Dumbledore smiled at her, "Thank you dear. Alright Harry, do you know what this is?"

Deimos looked at the clear fluid filled vial in Dumbledore's hand and nodded, "Obviously. Come on Dumbledore, what do you take me for, a complete idiot? I know veritaserum when I see it."

"Good because you are going to drink it. Open your mouth."

Deimos didn't put up any resistance and did as he was told. There was a brief silence as Dumbledore and Calla watched him, waiting for his eyes to glaze over. But it never happened.

"What is your birth name?"

Deimos smirked, "Come now, surely you already know that. In fact, you use it every time you speak with me!"

Dumbledore frowned, "How are you immune to veritaserum?"

Deimos made noises with his tongue, "Tut, tut Albus your age has gotten the better of you. You have forgotten Sasha!"

"Sasha! She bit you?"

Deimos grinned, cocking his head and showing of a bite there, "Of course dear old Sasha was kind enough to give me some of her venom in several different places. Nothing you do can cause me to reveal the truth." Sasha was one of the most poisonous snakes in the world and by biting him, he was immune to snake venom – a major part of veritaserum.

Calla groaned and Dumbledore said, "Alright then we will have to do this the hard way. We will start easy. What was your birth name?"

Deimos rolled his eyes at the dumb question, "Harry James Potter."

Dumbledore nodded, "Good. Next question, what house were you in in Hogwarts?"

Deimos looked like the whole thing was amusing him, "I was not in a house. The hat refused to sort me."

Dumbledore nodded, "True, I should have realized there was something wrong then itself."

Deimos shrugged, "Wrong my fellow? Nah, you should have realized my potential then. Anyways. Come one ask me some more questions."

Dumbledore looked at the man in front of him curiously before asking, "Alright then, when did you leave your parents' house?"

Deimos tapped his chin thoughtfully, "When I was eleven I believe? It was the summer after my first year at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore nodded, "Correct. How old were your siblings then?"

Deimos looked at him curiously, trying to find the reason for thequestions but he answered anyways, "Well Daniel was eleven as well, Calla was eight and Rose and Violet were seven."

Dumbledore looked at Calla who nodded, "Yep thats right."

Dumbledore nodded, "Alright. Then where did you go after leaving Potter manor?"

at that Deimos smirked, "Wouldnt you like to know? I am afraid I cannot tell you that Dumbledore."

Dumbledore frowned but carried on, "Come on Harry, where did you go after you left? You didn't take any belongings with you."

Deimos sneered at that, "No, why would I do that? I didn't need anything from my so called family."

Calla bristled a little but didn't say anything. Dumbledore continued, "Alright, did you go join Voldemort?"

Deimos actually laughed at that. "Oh that great oaf? Why would I join the toerag? He isn't even fit to wipe my boots! No Dumbledore, I did not go to him."

Dumbledore tapped his chin, "Harry you have to tell me what you did if you want the Order to trust you. Only then can we guarantee you partial freedom in return for helping us."

Deimos looked incredulous, "Wait WHAT? You honestly thought I was going to agree to help YOU Dumbledore? You must be out of your mother-fucking mind! What the hell were you thinking? I would NEVER fight for you. HELL NO! I would rather stay imprisoned for millenia than do that!"

Deimos took a deep breath, and Dumbledore frowned.

"I see. I had really hoped you would have changed your mind. Calla, help me secure Harry to the walls. We will return him to his imprisonment later tonight."

The kids watched in barely concealed anger and sadness as Calla and Dumbledore strapped three chains to Deimos preventing him from going further than a few inches from the bars. They then locked the bars and left the dungeon quietly.

There was absolute silence for ten minutes before Deimos looked at the exact spot the kids were in and said, "You can come out now."

They jumped before revealing themselves.

"How did you know we were here?"

Deimos rolled his eyes but did not answer. Instead, he tested the strength of his chains. A large sound made the kids jump and Deimos said, "Hide yourselves."

they nodded, casting the charms back on as the door opened to reveal the man – Nicholas. He quickly scuttled in, revealing the very Italian face.

He dropped to his knees next to the bars and looked inside, "My lord! It is true, you are here!"

Deimos looked amused as he slowly trailed as close as he could, "Rise Nicholas. What are you doing here?"

the man looked ashamed as he stood, "I am in the Order, my lord. They are fighting against Voldemort who killed my family."

Deimos didn't say anything, instead choosing to look at the man keenly. He looked much the same as he did twenty years ago.

"Does the old fool know you were once mine?"

the man nodded hesitantly, "Unfortunately yes but sir, I was not once yours. I am always your humble servant."

Deimos looked quite amused at that statement as well as he looked skywards, "Tell me Nicholas, have you kept in touch with the others?"

Nicholas shook his head, "No sir, I only know the whereabouts of some of your newest servants. The rest of us dispersed immediately going to various parts of the world."

Deimos nodded, "Very good, very good indeed. Now what is it you want here, Nicholas?"

Nicholas looked pained, "I wish to help you sire! Please, allow me to do something! We need you again! The fools are tearing the world apart and we need a leader like you!"

Deimos smirked a little, "What is this about everyone needing me all the time! The Order calls me saying they need me. You come along saying you need me. No doubt if Tommy was here, he would say the same!"

the man looked apologetic, "Sire, what do you wish for me to do?"

Deimos cocked his head towards the door, "Nothing, your loyalty shall be someday rewarded."

The man bowed and groveled before leaving. After they were certain he was gone, the kids revealed themselves again. It was Holly who rushed to the bars first, "You! YOU arent going to help US!"

"I thought you were nice! We all trusted you!" Holly began crying at that and Charles walked over, wrapping his arms around her and glaring at Deimos, "We did trust you you know? We honestly thought you would stop Voldemort."

"Oh yah. Have I ever given you reason to believe that?" Deimos asked curiously.

Anemone walked over, crossing her arms, "Yes! You were nice to us and you showed us so many things! We expected you to also help us in the war!"

Deimos resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Why are you so interested anyways? All of you will most likely be spared by Voldemort – he needs folk like you!"

"BECAUSE HE KILLED BILL, CHARLIE AND PERCY WEASLEY AND SO MANY PEOPLE!"

Godric was shouting now. Deimos leaned in to try and understand and got most of what was being said. Finally, he said "I see. So you want me to help avenge your family."

The kids all shouted "YES!"

"And why should I care what Voldemort does or doesnt do? I am stuck in a hellhole anyways!"

"Because you care! You don't show it but you really care!" Lily said fiercely as she stared him down, "I am sure that if you go back to being a statue, you will regret not getting your freedom back for the rest of your life! Come on guys!" She turned and left the dungeons in a huff, followed closely by the other four all of whom glared at him as they left.

It wasnt until five hours later that anyone came into the room. Deimos turned to look from where he was laying on the cot to find Dumbledore entering. He looked sad as he opened the cell bars and came close to Deimos, "I am sorry you chose disregard our offer, Harry, I truly am. It would have done both you and I some good as we mutually benefited from each other."

Deimos sat up slowly as Dumbledore turned to leave and said, "Wait."

Dumbledore turned to face him, "Yes Harry?"

"If I were to agree to help you, I would like some conditions fulfilled."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up as he conjured a chair and sat next to the cot, "Like what?"

Deimos smirked, "Freedom to perform any and all magic"

Dumbledore frowned, "I can give you freedom for everything but the Unforgivables."

Deimos glared but nodded, "Alright. I would also want to be removed from this cell you are keeping me in."

Dumbledore nodded eagerly, "OF course, you will be given a large room in the Order quarters."

Deimos nodded, "Good and you will remove all these chains and cuffs."

Dumbledore frowned but nodded "Alright good, I too have some conditions."

Deimos inclined his head and Dumbledore continued, "Hogwarts is a school and a sanctuary – I cannot and will not stand for anyone here being harmed at any cost. They have taken severe oaths to be permitted to enter including that they will not side with Voldemort at any cost."

"So?"

Dumbledore's eyes were cold as he said, "I will need you to give me a magical oath that at no cost will you harm anyone within this castle."

Deimos frowned but nodded, "Certainly."

Dumbledore nodded slowly, "Good, you should know that the freedom I am guaranteeing you will only be applicable until Voldemort is dead. We will reconsider after that."

Deimos smirked internally. Obviously Dumbledore intended on throwing him back in prison after that.

"Do you expect me to reveal all that I have done through this process?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Exactly, the more you reveal, the less strict your punishment will be after Voldemort's defeat. Anyways, you must first join the Order of the Phoenix."

Deimos made a face at that but nodded, "Alright fine."

Dumbledore clapped his together as he stood, "Excellent, I am so glad you changed your mind Harry. I was afraid we would literally lose this war at the rate it has been going."

Deimos nodded absently, internally wondering what had possessed him to change his mind and help the miserable lot. He was interrupted by Dumbledore fiddling with his chains and he grinned when the chains fell to the floor with a thump, taking the dreaded cuffs with them.

Looking at his hands, he noticed the permanent scars from the cuffs from when they had burned him but didn't comment, choosing to stand and follow Dumbledore out of the cell. They walked together towards the North tower as Dumbledore commented lightly, "The North Tower has been converted completely into the Order headquarters. All the members not in school stay there."

Deimos nodded observing as they entered a spiral, moving staircase. As it took them to the top most floor, Dumbledore said, "Everyone should already be there. I was going to place you back and come here to tell the bad news."

Deimos rolled his eyes as they reached the top of the tower and to the large double doors. Dumbledore opened them and they entered, causing silence to break out in the room.

People looked in surprise as they saw two of the most powerful people in the world enter the room. Dumbledore headed to the head of the table and pointed at the seat next to him for Deimos to take a seat.

"Hello everyone, as you can see we have Harry with us today. He has agreed to help us defeat Voldemort."

There was polite applause though it was mostly suspicion directed at Deimos. However Deimos did notice that the kids were cheering for him. For his part, Deimos merely leaned back in his chair, listening to the entire Order meeting, not speaking a word but observing the people there and their reactions.

"And the people we liberated yesterday have been settling in in Block D of Village E." A dark man finished his report and Dumbledore nodded.

"Thank you Proctor. Harry, what do you think of these proceedings?"

Deimos frowned, "I prefer Deimos, thank you and I think you should be pulling the weed out by the root. Where is Moldyshorts?"

Dumbledore frowned as well, "Unfortunately noone knows his exact location. In fact, we are so behind on his plans that we are unable to even predict his next location."

Deimos nodded, kneading his forehead, "I see. Well I think it is time you began working on that."

"How do you suppose we do that?" Someone asked in the crowd.

Deimos turned to look at the blond man, "Well you tell me. I havent exactly been in town for the last twenty years. Do you have a spy in the organization? How does Voldemort let his death eaters know what is going on? Has anyone tried hacking the communication system?"

There were some widened eyes and Dumbledore said, "Interesting idea Deimos. Unfortunately, I do not know how Voldemort communicates with his death eaters. It has something to so with the mark, I believe."

Deimos smirked, "Excellent, bring me a marked death eater and I will see what I can do."

"And how you suppose we do that?" Someone sneered.

Deimos shrugged, leaning back in his chair, "That is your problem. Go figure it out."

The man turned red in anger and Dumbledore quickly said, "Calm down David. Deimos, David has a point. How do we suppose we find you a death eater? They don't usually wander near Hogwarts."

Deimos rolled his eyes, "By Salazar, you are a truly sorry lot! Dumbledore, how were you friends with Gelert Grindelwald back in the day? You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Dumbledore saw red at that, "How did you know of that Deimos?"

Deimos smirked at him before standing, "Do you really have to ask me that?"

Dumbledore sighed, knowing full well he wasnt going to get his questions answered. Instead he watched as one of his members, Nicholas Renaldi stood instantly when Deimos did.

Deimos looked at the man and nodded, "Nicholas."

the man bowed his head in deference before hurrying over to Deimos, "Sire."

Deimos smirked at the astonished looks in the Order and walked out, Nicholas a step behind him. They kept walking until Deimos stopped in front of the room of requirement, walking across it a few times.

Nicholas opened the door for Deimos to enter and Deimos strode in, closely followed by the man. It was an elaborate study that Deimos had wished for, eerily like the one he had vacated years ago.

Deimos sat down in the elegant high backed chair on the other side of the desk and Nicholas sat across from him in a normal chair.

"I see you have proven your loyalty to me, Nicholas."

The man smiled nervously, "Sire, I would do anything to be back."

Deimos raised an eyebrow, "Anything, eh?"

The man nodded, "Anything."

"Good, first of all, hand me your wand."

Nicholas didn't hesitate in holding his palm open, the black wand on it. Deimos took the wand and said, "Now, show me your mark."

On Nicholas's left wrist was an exquisite tattoo of a snake with two heads winding around the wrist. Both heads entwined at the place where the palm met the arm and stopped at the center of an inverted pentagram looking in opposite directions, their tongues pointed out.

Deimos smirked at the tattoo, remembering the spells interwoven into it. It was what kept every servant of his completely loyal to him and unable to divulge even a small secret of his. It was also only visible to those who knew of its existence, placed under a modified Fidelius charm.

"Sire?" Nicholas resisted the urge to fidget as he saw Deimos trailing his wand along the symbol, seeming to only admire it.

Deimos nodded, "Yes, this will do nicely. Serpentes Accerci!"

There was a brief pause before Nicholas shivered as the snakes on his wrist seemed to grow alive and wiggle. Then he began to shiver even more as Deimos began speaking in parseltongue.

"Has he been true?"

The snakes' tongues shook before they spoke as one.

"He has my lord. He has been loyal to you and has regretted beyond anything his inability to prevent Dumbledore from getting you."

Deimos smirked even more, glancing at the face of what appeared to be his most loyal follower. He turned back to the snakes and whispered "Thank you. Finem"

The snakes returned to being immobile and Deimos released Nicholas, "So Nicholas, your family was murdered."

the man nodded, "Yes my lord. My wife and two daughters were murdered by Voldemort personally. He was trying to find information about you, sire."

Deimos laughed at that, "Ah the fool! He should have known you would never give me up!"

Nicholas nodded nervously and Deimos continued, "Very well, now there are a few things I need you to get for me. Here."

Deimos waved his hand, free to do wandless magic without the cuffs restricting him and conjured a sheet of paper and a muggle pen. Writing quickly on the paper, he handed it to Nicholas who nodded, standing at once.

"I shall leave at once, sire! At once!" Deimos watched in amusement as Nicholas hurried out before calling, "Nicholas!"

The man ran back in, "Sir?"

"Take your wand back."

Nicholas smiled sheepishly before walking out, wand tucked in his pocket.