Cat: And here's out exciting part two! Finally, right? Anyways, on with the show.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I only own the OCs and Demon based Universe that will appear in this story.

WARNING: Yaoi(eventually), eventually incest, mentions of abuse and some blood and gore. Also OOCness. A Harry has a twin who's the BWL fic.

Summery: Meet Harry Potter, your average teenager in New York...not! He's no Wizard, nor is he any normal human being. Adopted at the age of seven by a conman half demon he is part of a hidden world not even the Wizarding World is aware of. Welcome to the Underground, a word of Demons, Vampires, Angels, and Werewolves. Now meet the Demoni, an organization built off the kidnapping and killing of humans, run by a feared demon only known as Leader. Join Harry as he faces his destiny, faces demons and deatheaters, and officially comes back from the "dead" to correct a mistake made long ago.

PAIRINGS: OMC(Henry S. Potter)xHarry, multiple OcxOc, RonxHermione, JamesxLily. (might add more)

Flashback

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Shadow Talk"

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Chapter Four- Resurrection of a Dead Boy Part 2

Previously...

Suddenly there were several loud cracks and at least ten people dawning pitch-black robes, and shiny silver masks appeared in the middle of Diagon Alley. Accompanying them, much to both Elemental horror, were three Demons. They were obviously from Unit Four, Capture and Detain, with their blank, white masks and the tell tale number fours tattooed on their shoulders. "Shit," Harry muttered under his breath, speaking what both of them were thinking.

Now...

"Agreed," Eira muttered back, reflexively pulling out her focus, calling out the name of one of the Gray's patron Naiads, "Geminusglacies." She heard an echo-like giggle as her focus was enveloped in a silvery-blue light. Water slowly gathered around the focus forming a long rod of water. The water took the form of two long blades on each end, crystallizing into solid, sharp ice, and the middle crystallized into a smooth, dark blue handle. Eira spun the the sword and nodded to Harry, who nodded back. Well, there goes their cover.

Harry took out his focus, a little nervous because he really never used Marvo and Nacht outside of his training. Harry took a deep breath and said, "Marvo, Nacht." Two shadows sprung and and surrounded the jet rod, morphing, and changing its shape. Soon a glossy, pitch black flute was in his hand instead of the rod. He put the flute to his lips and said, "Let's make your Mom proud, Eira."

The screaming people in the streets of Diagon Alley took little notice to the display, and kept running from cackling Deatheaters, and sadistic Demons. Spells shot left and right, and blood spilled on the streets; complete and total pandemonium!

A demon jumped in front of a young girl, and raised his blade, but before he could end the poor girl's short life Harry started playing a meroid of sharp and fast notes. A shadow rose in the air and shot threw the unsuspecting demon's chest, and a look of shock was permanently etched on his face. His body feel limp, still impaled on the shadow. The little girl ran away, screaming and soaked in blood. Harry, personally, was not a fan of death and destruction but if he was taught anything in his life it was that some deaths were necessary. Nacht cackled slightly before letting the limp body fall to the ground, and leapt off at his Wielder's command. The Shade hasn't felt the thrill of battle since Lady Asylum's death. He ran, danced and leaped at his targets with diligence thought missing a few times because of a wrongly played note, but it was all fun and games for him.

Eira was slashing at Deatheater and Demoni member a like, and succeeded at impaling a Deatheaters on her blade when his spell work was too slow. She pulled it out without a second thought; they were the enemy, and were hurting innocent people, so should she care about what happened to them. She felt a cutting curse skim her shoulder and hissed slightly; was it just her or did the number of Deatheaters just multiply. Ignoring the pain, she let the pounding of the war drums in her ears control her rhythm as she locked blades with a demon.

"So the council only sent a couple of snot nosed brats," The demon taunted, taking a swing, "They must be fucking slipping!"

"It will only take a kid to defeat your sorry ass," Eira countered, blocking.

"Stupid mortal," She hissed at the elemental, "When will you Humans be able to accept that you are inferior! No matter how many paler tricks you have."

Eira just growled at the she-demon, the battlefield was no place for chit-chat anyways. The two dueled, but Eira was barely holding her own, she was out matched in both years, and skill. This was like a serious fight with her mother, a high ranking Water Mistress; she could never hope to win one on one. Just as the demon broke threw her defense, sending Geminusglacies flying out of her hand and Eira crashing to the ground. The demon smirked down at her, and raised her blade. Just as the blade was going to come crashing down on her a shot rang out. The she-demon shrieked and clutched at her chest. Blood started to soak threw his thin shirt, and she felt to her knees. Eira let out the breath she was holding and summoned Geminusglacies back to her.

Will smirked at her from in between two boys, "You okay, Eira? I never known you to need saving!"

"Stop being an ass, and focus on the battle, dumb ass," Eira simply replied, glaring playfully at her friend, "What's with the civilians, by the way."

"Hey! We're not civilians!," Shouted the red head with freckles.

"Then get off your asses and fight," Eira hissed, jumping back on her feet, "Or are all Wizards cowards."

"We're not cowards," The other, unfreckled redhead said, pulling out his Holly wand.

"Ya, we don't care about no bloody age restriction," Freckles agreed, pulling out his wand as well.

"Age restrictions! Luna damn, you Wizards are crazy," Will chuckled, cocking his gun.

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Harry dodged a spell and sent Nacht right back, which the Wizard narrowly dodged. Once Harry took down the Deatheater, a familiar head of frizzy, brown hair caught his eye; Hermione! Why in the world isn't she all ready gone, or at least hiding! A Deatheater caught sight of the young Witch, and sent a familiar, sickly green spell her way. 'Shit!' Harry thought, remembering what that spell did. Like hell he was going to let her die, even if he barely knew her. Harry switched his notes for low and long ones, calling up Marvo. The shadow rose and shielded the girl, adsorbing the spell and projecting it out threw a shadowed area, hitting a different Deatheater.

"Are you okay," Harry called, running threw the fray to her.

"Yes...what was that? A-and what are you, a-and who are you really," She asked, wide-eyed, and realizing how close she came to death.

"I'll explain later, let's just focus on making it out alive," Harry answered, bringing his flute back to his lips. Hermione nodded shakily, and took out her wand.

The battle raged on for what seemed like hours before the Deatheaters and lone demon abruptly stopped. Harry, distracted by the sudden stop, was skimmed with a stray Reducto, causing him to be thrown back into a wall. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, groaning in pain. His glasses were cracked, he defentily dislocated something, and his back and head hurt like hell. Hermione, quickly fallowed by Eira, who must of caught sight of him, and Will ran to his side. There were two others trialing behind him, but Harry was more conserved with the intensification pain in the back of his skull.

The sound of cracks filled the air as the Deatheaters fled, and some other people arrived. "Professor, come quick! Somebody's hurt!" He heard Hermione yell. All the voices seemed to melt together as black spots filled his vision.

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The first thing that Harry registered was the fact that he smelled hospital, and mentally groaned. If there was one thing he hated in life it was bloody hospitals. He cracked open his eyes and found the surroundings vaguely familiar, but that couldn't be right, could it? The last hospital he's been to in England wasn't really a hospital, but the Hospital Wing of some school, and he just had a cold then. Why the hell would he be in a school, though? The last thing he remembered was getting hit by some spell.

An older woman in healer's garb walked over to his cot, and smiled down at him, "How are you feeling, dear."

"Like I ran into my uncle," He muttered without thinking, and mentally hit himself upside the head. Was he a complete moron?

The woman looked kind of shocked for a second, then angry, but quickly covered it up by saying, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes ma'am. Can I have my glasses please, and maybe some water as well," Harry asked, smiling slightly.

"Certainly," She said, handing the boy his glasses and went off to get some water. Harry slipped his glasses on and was surprised that they weren't broken. Weren't they cracked? Then he remembered, that Wizards had magic, and had spells to fix things like his glasses. He took a moment to take a quick innovatory on himself; he didn't seem to be missing an limbs, and wasn't brain damaged, but his back was still a little sore.

The woman returned and handed him the cup, and he downed the water with much thanks. "Where are my friends, Miss...um-"

"You may call me Madam Pomfrey, I'm the Mediwitch here at Hogwarts," She said, "And as for your friends they are explaining things to the Order."

"Nice to meet you, My name's Harry or Hal, which ever you prefer," Harry replied, putting down the glass, "What's The Order, if you don't mind me asking."

"The Order of The Phoenix is an organization created Albus Dumbledore to oppose You-Know-Who," She said, then added, "Albus is the Headmaster of Hogwarts." Harry blinked, wondering why a headmaster of a school need to fight a Terrorist, and wondering if this Headmaster was the same Albus as his Grandpa Albus. Then again, how many Albus Dumbledores are there in the world, really. He nibbled his lip and layed back down, this was all very confusing. What exactly had he missed out on in England? He knew there was a war going on, and he knew that his family was famous, but there is only so much one can learn form news papers. Maybe his family wanted to get him away from the dangers of war, but why send him to the Dursleys of all people? None of this made sense, even with this new information. Maybe this Order can get him in contact with his Parents, or maybe he could talk to Grandpa Albus about it.

Harry smirked slightly, noticing that Madam Pomfrey left. Harry, as quiet as a mouse, got out of the cot. He shivered slightly as his bare feet his stone floor, and for the first time noticed that he didn't have the robes on anymore. He was in a plain t-shirt, and sweatpants; he blushed slightly, wondering who redressed him. He shook his head, and tip-toed to the doorway. The teen peaked his head out into the hallway, and scanned the paintings, and walls. In some sort of way the way that hall was constructed reminded him of a cheerier version of Shadow's Cove, the Shade ancestral home. Harry glided threw the halls with a cat-like stealth, sticking to the shadows. He was about to pass a gargoyle when UmbraIngredior whispered in his ear, "Child, something's hidden behind that statue."

"Can you get me past it?" He whispered back, his soft hisses gaining a echoing quality.

"I'll see what I can do," He watched UmbraIngredior's silhouette disappear from his side, and a few minutes later a portal opened at his side.

"Good work," Harry smirked, before stepping in. As he crept in the shadows of the stairs he could hear several voices ahead. When Harry reach the top of the stairs he knelt in the shadows and looked into the office. The first things he noticed were all the bobbles and such, and had a strange feeling a deja vu. He quickly scanned over the people, noticing Eira and Will right away, and they didn't look version happy. 'Not a good sign,' He thought to himself. Next he looked at the man talking. He was old, with bright blue eyes and the longest beard he'd ever seen, along with the strangest fashion sense. It took a few second for him to realize that was Grandpa Albus. He really hasn't changed much.

Next he spied a couple, probably in their thirties, maybe forties. Recognition flared right away when he caught sight of the woman's green eyes, so much like his own. Those were his parents! A mixture of happiness, and bitterness swirled his the pit of his stomach, but was soon replaced with confusion. What happened to them? They looked sick, especially his mother. His father looked old, much to old for his age. His father looked angry, and was gripping his wand so hard that his knuckles were white, and his mother looked somewhere between bursting out in tears, and jumping for joy. Then his eyes landed on a teenager holding his mother's hand tightly. He was taller then Harry by a long shot, and he had a messy head of dark, fiery hair. His hazel-green eyes were wide in shock and he looked like he was about to say something. Harry's eyes widened to match when realization hit him, that was Henry; His twin, his brother, his other half and was standing only a measly mere few feet away. Harry wanted to run out to his family, but something held his feet in place.

Just as Henry was about to say something to Dumbledore Eira cut him off, "Okay, old man, let me get this straight, you took an injured five year old from his home with out his parents consent, didn't seek medical treatment, and then had the balls to leave him with those monstrous, pigs of people, he and his family sadly have to call relatives. And you never even checked on his well being? What in the fucking Seven Layers of fucking Hell is wrong with you!" She growled, slamming her hands on the man's desk, and glared at him, a cold rage shinning in her eyes. Harry's jaw dropped, and he felt tears come to his eyes. So his family didn't abandon him; they didn't willingly leave him to die. They didn't even know.

"And lets not forget he told everyone that Harry was fucking dead, ruined a family, and two childhoods. You took a CUB from his PACK! You should be disgusted with yourself old man," Will added with a growl. Harry's shock was replaced with a silent rage; they thought he was bloody dead! The hell! The Bloody Hell! Shadows started to warp and twist around the room, not that most noticed at first.

"Grandpa- I mean, Headmaster, w-why would, why would you do this to us, to me, t-to Harry," Henry asked shakily, betrayal written all over his face.

This caused Albus's heart to clench; he made a terrible mistake. He looked down in shame, he failed the Potters, people who were his friends and allies, and failed the two boys he saw as Grandsons. Honestly he would be surprised if any of them ever forgave him. "I thought that young Harry would become neglected due to Henry's fame. I was only trying to give Harry a chance at a normal childhood," He tried to explain.

"You thought Lily and I would neglect our own son!" James seethed, shaking with rage, "We would never hurt Harry, you know about my sister Dumbledore; you know Squib or not, Boy-Who-Lived or not, we would have treated both boys equally! I don't care whether he has magic or not he's still my son!"

Lily nodded in agreement, some tears escaping her dull, green eyes, and sobbed "J-just let me see him. J-j-just let me see my baby."

"Just let us see my brother, Dumbledore," Henry said, voice like steel as he glared at his former mentor and hero.

"He's in the hospital wing," The old Wizard answered simply, regret washed over his all ready aged features, making him look even older.

"We might not have to wait," Eira muttered, eyeing the twisting shadows. Everyone looked at her curiously, besides Will, who smelled his best friend when he was coming up the stairs.

"Come on out Kid Ninja," Will called out.

Harry shook off his shock, and stepped out of the shadows. He smiled awkwardly at his shocked parents and ran his fingers threw his hair, "Um...H-hi, Mum, Dad, Henry."

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Cat: Finally! Done! Also Harry was out for about an hour or two and most of his injures were healed via potion/spell, incase you were wondering how he was back on his feet so fast.

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