Hogwarts September 8th, Outside

Harry sat by the lake, his feet part way in the water as he wrapped his cloak around himself tightly. It was mid afternoon so he still had some time before the water became too cold for him to keep his feet in.

The thing with Voldemort still weighed heavily on his mind. The man had seemed almost human, and to him...that couldn't be true. If he looked at Voldemort as a human, he couldn't kill him; it was as simple as that. The man had been inhumane and snake like when he'd fought him last. He hadn't been human, he'd been cold hearted and cruel...

Harry literally tried to shake the thoughts out of his head. Every day he tried to convince himself there was hope. That there would be an end, and when it came, he'd be free. That hope was slowly dying though.

Not to mention he'd seen Sirius' cousin Narcissa at the school. He frowned, his feet swaying in the water as he thought. The lady really was stuck up. Mr. Malfoy couldn't hold a candle to her.

He jerked harshly when something touched his foot in the water and he scrambled away with quick, rough movements.

"You need to relax more..." a little girl said as she poked her head out of the water.

"Wh-who are you!? How were you under the water?"

"I'm Hope...I would think, being a god, I wouldn't need to breathe under water. That was true, last time I checked anyway. You're Harry Potter, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Well...there's a war going on, you know?" she asked curiously, piling stones meticulously on the shore.

"I know, it's me versus Voldemort. I have to kill him."

"There's another war going on too!"

"What one?"

"Don't you know? You're missing something, bro-! My brother...he...took away your other half. Lucifer was stolen from you!"

"W-wait, who's Lucifer? Why was he stolen from me?" Harry asked hastily, moving further away from the lake.

"He was your darkness! The Gods saw that you were confused when it came to the war so-"

"I'm on the side of the Light! What's there to be confused about?"

"That's not how it was before though, Harry!" Hope almost shouted, shaking her head wildly.

"There are two of you. Lucifer doesn't care about you, or Voldemort, not even the Wizarding war. All he wants is revenge on the Gods who decided to kill him."

"If they wanted to kill him, why isn't he dead?"

"We don't know, but we'll try and try until we succeed in killing him. If you offer us your aid in taking him down, we'll help you in your war against Voldemort."

"I..." Harry nodded, "all right, it's a deal...just please...don't do that again,"

The little girl nodded, giggling, "Goodbye, brother," she said before she disappeared under the water.

Harry dropped back against the grassy ground, a groan of frustration leaving him. Things just continued to get worse. What had he just done?

Voldemort's Library, September 9th

"My Lord?" Lucifer questioned as he ducked his head inside the library doors, grinning when he'd finally found Voldemort.

"What now?" the Dark Lord asked with an irritable sigh, rubbing the hand without the quill in it over his face. The other hand was scratching furiously along paper work and parchment.

"Is all that even necessary?"

Voldemort put his quill down, trying very hard not to snap it, "It's the only way I keep track of my Death Eaters without the mark. They're required to write down everything they do, related information, and take note of possible allies, and people they've talked to."

"You look frustrated,"

"Obviously,"

"Why?"

"Because it's all nonsense!" he hissed dangerously.

"All idiots?"

Voldemort only glared.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and was just going for the door when Voldemort's arms wrapped around his waist, the man biting his neck harshly, Lucifer tipping it to offer him more room. He keened when he was pulled flush against the hard body, Voldemort's erection hard and warm against his hip.

"You have company soon,"

"Do I look like I care?"

Lucifer looked the man over, his breathing still harsh, "Not at all," he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of the man as Voldemort leaned against his desk, "this will be the biggest gossip," Lucifer finished as he licked his lips slowly, already enjoying what he had yet to touch.

"No hands," Voldemort ordered with a smirk.

Lucifer only nodded, burrowing his head against the man's groin to separate his robes, using his teeth to pull on the single button. The zipper came next and he used his teeth to drag it down, waiting patiently for Voldemort to un-tuck himself before he practically jumped the man. Almost catching a finger as he greedily sucked on the man's cock, the head first as those fingers moved to tangle in his hair, Lucifer's knees parting slightly so he could sit between his ankles, his hands on the floor in front of him as he tried to permanently connect himself to his Lord.

He was as hard as the erection in his mouth and he moaned aloud, and without shame, as he stabbed his tongue into Voldemort's slit, tasting the pre-cum gathering there. The hands tangled in his hair encouraged him on as they drew patterns, shuffling his hair with a cool affection.

He could feel the magic moving towards them.

Maybe five minutes at most. He pulled back to the tip before slamming his head forward to swallow his Lord whole, Voldemort giving a shout as his knees wavered. The sounds were coming in earnest now as he made a crude imitation of a fuck, Voldemort's knuckles white as they gripped his desk.

"Ah...Luc...my deviant," Lucifer literally purred under the attention, his emerald eyes darkening as he sucked harshly on the man's erection, letting it slip out of his mouth he nuzzled against the man. He licked and sucked random places along Voldemort's length, enjoying it, captivating himself as he heard the sounds his Lord made.

He had just let out a loud moan when the double doors opened.

He heard a squeal; Bellatrix, he checked off mentally. There was a slight inhalation of breathe; Lucius, ever the pervert. Then there was a loud bang and Lucifer actually let the hard cock slide out of his mouth to get a look at Severus on the floor before rough hands were shoving that hard cock down his throat.

The hands in his hair turned soothing as he eagerly focused his attention back on his Lord, whimpering slightly, trying to nuzzle and deep throat all at once.

"My beautiful deviant, how do you like them watching you? You'll make me cum in front of them, how do you feel?" Lucifer moaned as he came with the words, happy his cloak draped around him where he kneeled. He sucked harshly one last time and Voldemort came with a deep, guttural, moan.

"I think I feel pretty damn smug, My Lord," Lucifer answered thickly, his throat and mouth sore as he continued to kneel before his Lord. With a flick of his hand his Lord was presentable and Lucifer stayed kneeling on the ground, leaning slightly against the man as he stared at the three Death Eaters dispassionately.

Voldemort's hand settled in the younger man's hair as it fell to pool on the ground. "You should get it cut,"

"But I like it..." Lucifer hissed back, grabbing a clump of hair to twist around anxiously with his fingers.

"What do you want?"

"My Lord...my ...wife has revealed herself to Dumbledore, she did it behind my back a while ago. I've just found out."

"Narcissa...she's Beauty," Lucifer murmured. The hand Voldemort had in his hair was tugging up and Lucifer followed the slightly painful motion.

"Elaborate. Now."

"She's the Goddess of Beauty,"

"How do you know that, Lucifer?"

"I don't know," the younger man said softly.

"Bellatrix!"

"Yes, My lord. The group you've set your eye on has accepted and says they'll settle for what you gave them."

"I see..."

"My lord, the Prob – Potter child is hopelessly oblivious to the things around him in the mind set he's in. He'll be a sitting lamb."

"Thank you Severus, Bella, Lucius. Now Leave."

The three of them did, bowing to their lord almost as one. Then the heavy doors closed behind them and Voldemort craned Lucifer's head up by his hair again forcefully.

"Exactly how were you split in two? What are you? How do you even know about the gods?"

Lucifer's eyes dilated and he followed the motion, his breathing becoming shallow. "Shouldn't you have been asking those questions when I first showed up?" he asked heatedly.

"I want to know, now, Lucifer." Voldemort almost hissed, tightening his hold in the younger man's hair.

"I don't know! I don't know! Now, let go of my hair," Lucifer whimpered.

Voldemort obliged, slightly lessening his hold on the younger man's hair. "How can you not know how you came to be in existence?"

"I don't know,"

"Is that all you can say, Lucifer?"

The younger man saw red, ripping his hair out of Voldemort's grasp as he threw himself into a standing position. His eyes darkened from gold to an off black.

"How the bloody fuck do you think I feel?! I'm alive and breathing, holding a grudge and I don't even know how it came about! It's ingrained, it's in me, and it'll never go away! It's a festering hate that I have no control of! I'm the one here and you're asking me questions anyone could answer. How do you think I feel, dammit!? I know nothing! I fucking hate it! I fucking hate you!" Lucifer screamed before disappearing.

Hogwarts September 12th

Harry thrashed as he lay in his bed, screaming out wildly. In absence of reality, his subconscious was in control of his body as he dreamt. It was from a long time ago...at least to him.

He was standing in front of twenty or so people. He could feel them; similar to how he could feel Voldemort or Dumbledore. He could individually feel them, yet they felt as one. That amount of power scared him. He could feel it rushing through his bones, into his consciousness, making him realize this power. This thing to fear.

He screamed as that power targeted him. He wanted to hurt them back, he wanted to run away. His decisions were split in half, for every thing he thought of there was a contradiction. He'd never had these conflicting emotions, these thoughts. He could never think of hurting someone; had never wanted to hurt someone.

Yet here he was, his knuckles clenched. Curses and threats and pleas were flowing from his mouth. All of them seemed jumbled together to him, but what the others did contradicted that fact. They seemed to completely understand him. That scared him even more, because at the moment, he couldn't understand himself.

He really wanted to hurt them now, turn this torture on them. His body was on fire, like it was being ripped in two from every angle. Everything seemed to be split...or trying to.

There weren't any thoughts now though. There was only pain and his screams as he heard them echo over and over again. He could hear the people surrounding him. Some were arguing his case while others adamantly refused...had they said live?

What right did they have to decide if he lived or not? None...they had none.

Then he saw black as he felt his body rip in two, a final anguished scream leaving his lips.

Lucifer screamed, which was echoed by his counterpart further up in the castle. He had been resting in one of the rooms in the Chamber of Secrets. He'd been so angry yesterday. Voldemort had pissed him off, truly and utterly infuriated him. That man...he hadn't had the right to say what he did. Voldemort had bypassed that though and assumed he'd owned Lucifer. Something the younger man refused point blank.

He tried to remember parts of the dream...parts of the dialogue between the...what were they? Gods? One part stuck out more than the others and he scrunched his nose up in thought as he remembered it.

A young woman was walking up to him as the dream began to fade. She had lilacs laced into her hair, holding a sweet pea flower. She looked at him strangely before she moved in front of him. She dropped something in his hand and he looked down to see a Celtic embroidered chain and medallion.

"Not all the gods are against you, little Lucifer,"

His gaze and hands snapped to his front and marvelled at the necklace that sat there.

"Siochan..." he murmured. His eyes were staring far off, as if he wasn't looking at reality. He sighed as he pushed back against the mattress he was on.

He twirled the medallion in his hand, his thoughts elsewhere. He'd been so furious at Voldemort, so furious he'd wanted to hurt the man; to kill him. He never remembered feeling like that, not even when he was a part of Harry.

His past was coming back to him, parts of it, at any rate. Siochan: he remembered her. Her voice was soothing and calm. While he'd endured that torture she'd spoken to him softly, trying to sooth his hurt. It all seemed like one bad nightmare he couldn't remember. One that you woke up from screaming: one that didn't allow you to go to sleep, scaring you into awareness.