Part VII
Harry breathed in an old scent as he and Draco walked into the Academy's library. A large, overwhelming room, the walls were not walls at all, but shelving upon shelving with windows in-between. The shelves were all full of books upon books, tomes of every subject imaginable. Harry's eyes were drawn upward where, painted in extreme detail, a documentary portrait of their Dark Lord's fall in infamy and rise to Power. In the beginning, their lord was depicted as a beautiful man yet, for some reason Harry could not fathom, their lord's body changed, gaining the goat-like features his coven and others recognize with him. For some reason that made Harry frown as he stared at the half-goat half-man depiction of his Dark Lord. He didn't stare long, however, as Draco pulled his hand softly and they walked further into the library and towards the maze of shelves and reading tables that made up the room.
The two walked up to a large circular desk with books and a large open ledger as well as a couple reading lamps for light. Behind the desk was a rather tall, and rather large, librarian who looked very interested in her Tupperware of food than the people around her waiting for help. Draco cleared his throat a couple times until the librarian noticed him.
"Yes, what do you want?" she asked, shoveling a fork full of broccoli into her mouth.
"We're looking for the section of books on summoning, ma'am," Draco said.
"Second floor, twelfth bookcase," she said, pointing her fork towards a spiraling staircase. "Under 'S' for Summoning."
"Thank you, ma'am," Draco said and he pulled Harry away from her. They made their way to the spiral staircase. As if going through a secret entrance, they arrived at a floor that Harry never noticed from the first one. This floor again had the same layout and same elaborate ceiling art, however the floor only edged around the walls, about ten feet out, leaving room to walk and to have some shelves and reading tables. The edge had a wooden banister and over it Harry could clearly see the second floor and, looking up, he could swear he could see four more floors. The two walked towards the nearest shelf and Harry pointed to a gold plaque on the dark wood with a very fancy 1 carved into it. "At least they're numbered," Draco said. "Come on boyfriend of mine."
"Following," Harry smiled. They walked along the bookshelves, counting under their breath until they saw a plaque with 12 "This row," Harry said and he walked into it and turned to see the S section of the library.
Draco looked at his wristwatch and said, "Our free period ends in half an hour, after that we have to be at our last class."
"What was that again?" Harry asked, half listening as he began looking through the books, reading the titles on the spines.
"Basics of Demonology taught by Mr. Riddle," Draco said.
"Oh joy," Harry sighed.
"What's the matter?" Draco asked.
"I don't know, it's just that there is something about Mr. Riddle that rubs me the wrong way, if that makes sense," Harry said. "Like he's hiding something."
"Hiding something? What could he be hiding?" Draco asked. "Mr. Riddle has been Lord Voldemort for the last ten years!"
"I know but still… it's just a vibe I'm getting from him," Harry sighed. "Know what? Never mind, let's forget it for now. My worries will be gone as soon as we summon the Dark Lord." Draco looked as though he still wanted to talk about it, but Harry gave him a look that made it clear they won't talk about it for now. Instead the two spent their break looking over the shelf, pulling out any books that looked as though it will pertain information they need. Draco skimmed through some books while Harry stuffed one or two into his bag for later reading. One book in particular was a reproduction of a journal named Dealing with the Devil by a man named Gilderoy Lockhart.
When their period was over, the two quickly made their way out of he library and Draco led the way to Mr. Riddle's classroom.
The classroom was in one of the school's towers. Harry's legs ached as he and Draco climbed the seemingly never-ending staircase along with their classmates towards Mr. Riddle's classroom. The room itself had six sides, even though the tower was a perfect circle, and the desks were all centered around the usual chalkboard and teacher's desk. There were windows, but they were covered by heavy curtains, and a fireplace was roaring with an unearthly green fire that gave the room a green glow. Mr. Riddle wasn't in the room when the students arrived. Harry and Draco sat in the front.
Harry caught a glimpse of Ron and smiled and waved at the boy, who smiled back before moving to the back of the classroom while the Parkinson and her gang snickered. "Look at that, the boy-girl thinks it can be here," she sneered. Her gang and a couple other students laughed while Harry glared at her.
"Aww look, it's angry, what's it going to do? Yell?" Parkinson laughed. She took a step towards Harry and raised her hand threateningly, "I told you freak," she hissed, "if you enter my Academy, we will kill you."
Harry flinched for whatever curse Parkinson would cast but it never came. Instead there was a shriek and when Harry opened his eyes, he saw Parkinson dangling by her hand in the air. Mr. Riddle was standing at his desk now, Harry never even heard him come in. "Miss Parkinson," Mr. Riddle sighed, "even though we are in a classroom environment, class has yet to start. I would wish to remind you of the Academy's rules on magic… now since this is a basic's course, I see no reason of why you would require both hands."
Mr. Riddle waved his hand, muttering under his breath, and Harry gasped when he saw Parkinson's other hand was thrust in the air, rusty-looking shackles binding them together, her left hand was in a strange case rendering it useless. She looked as though she was in pain, not bad, but reasonably mild as she fell to the ground. Mr. Riddle saw Harry staring and said, "This is what happens, Mr. Potter, when you are caught breaking rules. I pray that you are more elusive than Miss Parkinson here."
Harry stared at Mr. Riddle, confused, but nodded softly as he did not know what else to do. Pansy Parkinson gave Harry a glare as she moved to the only empty seat left, her hands cuffed in front of her. Mr. Riddle waited until all had their notebooks out before snapping his fingers. "These texts will be required for every lesson, pray to remember bringing them," he said as old looking tomes appeared on every desk. Harry picked his up and read the title which was simply Demonology.
"Now, to hope that you all are not complete idiots and imbeciles, which one of you can tell me what exactly the study of Demonology is, and please do not simply tell me it is the study of demons," Mr. Riddle said. "Potter! Please share with us what you expect to learn in this course."
Harry flinched in shock on being called upon but recovered quickly. I'll need to be an expert in this course for my goals, he thought to himself. "Demonology is, like you said sir, the study of demons, as well as a study of the demons' history, characteristics and traits… and how to deal with them if you encounter them. At least… that's how I think it is, sir."
"And your thoughts would be correct Mr. Potter," Mr. Riddle said. "I am glad to see that the Dark Lord has not chosen an idiot to bear his mark. As Mr. Potter said, in this class you will be learning of the history and characteristics of demons, including their classifications, their hierarchy compared to the Dark Lord, and, if you ever come in contact with them, how to interact with them." His tapped the chalkboard and a piece of chalk started to write by itself.
"We all know about the Dark Lord Lucifer," Mr. Riddle said, "He is our Lord, the Fallen Angel, and the one to lead us in victory against the False One at the end of time. We are all His mortal children, and our magic is a sign of our contract with Him. He is also known as the Father of Evils… however, Ms. Greengrass, does that mean that he is the literal and biological father of all demons in existence?"
Harry turned to look at the only pretty-looking girl in Parkinson's group. She looked hard in thought for a moment before saying, "Yes?" Which caused Harry to silently snicker.
Mr. Riddle frowned. "What are your parents teaching you nowadays? Mr. Potter, can you correct her?"
"Yes sir," Harry nodded, knowing the answer. "No, The Dark Lord isn't the biological father of all Demons. He is only the father of the First Brood. The same can be said about Lilith, she is known as the Mother of Demons but only because she gave birth to the first one."
"Correct Harry," Mr. Riddle said, looking proud. Harry felt weird by that look of pride but swallowed it away. "Our Lord is not the biological Father of all Demons, a common mistake spread by the followers of the False One. However, as Harry said, the Dark Lord is father to some demons, the most powerful ones. Demons existed before our Lord, however it was our Lord who brought them together. In this course, we will begin by learning the hierarchy of demons, from the Dark Lord to his Six Generals, The Lords, and the rest… there are too many to list here for an introduction course…"
Mr. Riddle spent the rest of class going over what they were going to learn, being more of a lecturer as Harry and the class did their best to take notes as he talked. By the end of the lesson, Harry had a detailed list of the first three tiers of the Dark Lord's hierarchy, the Dark Lord, his Six Generals and then the Six Lords. Harry's hand was feeling cramp from the quick writing he had to do as Mr. Riddle did not like taking breaks during his lecturing. As the rest of the class were packing to leave, Mr. Riddle called Harry's name. "Mr. Potter, a word if you please," he said.
Harry and Draco shared a concerned look as Harry shouldered his bag to walk towards Mr. Riddle as the rest of the class left. "Mr. Potter, remember what I told you this morning about the rules?" Mr. Riddle asked.
"Yes sir," Harry said.
"And how magic is not allowed in the hallways or in-between classes," Mr. Riddle said.
"Yes sir," Harry said.
"Then why, pray tell, did you disobey that rule only minutes after I inform you of it?" Mr. Riddle asked. He snapped his fingers and Harry's lip balm appeared as well as his schedule. "Magic always leave a scent that can be traceable Harry," he said. "I advise you to be keener and subtler the next time you decide to perform magic. I am letting it slide today as it was a simple 'point me' spell. Be warned, however, that I and the teachers will not be so merciful the next time."
"Yes sir," Harry said.
"Good. Now, the day is over, and I believe you have homework to do. Best go home and do it Mr. Potter," Mr. Riddle said. Harry nodded and moved quickly to leave the classroom. Draco was waiting on the stairs and Harry grabbed his hand to pull him down.
He didn't feel safe to talk until they were mostly down. "He knew I used magic to find my first class," Harry said. "But he didn't punish me. Instead he just warned me to be subtler about it. I thought I was being subtle!"
Draco frowned, "At least he didn't find out about the books," he whispered.
"Yeah, that's true," Harry nodded. He looked at Draco and smiled, "So you never told me… how far is it from my house to yours?"
"Oh, it's not too far," Draco shrugged. "A twenty minute walk or so through the woods. It's easy. Why is that?"
"I just don't want to feel guilty by putting you out of the way Draco… by asking you if you want to come home with me," Harry said. "We can look over the books. See what we need."
"That sounds brilliant Harry and it's no problem at all," Draco smiled, kissing Harry's cheek. "Come on, let's hurry to your house then."
Smiling, Harry agreed and the two sped down the rest of the stairs, out of the tower, into the main room of the Academy, out the front door, and down the cobblestone path into the forest. Harry instantly found his way and took lead as they ran through the trees, ending up half an hour later at the back door of the Black House.
"Uncle Remus! Uncle Sirius! We're home," Harry called out as the two boyfriends walked into the home. "I brought Draco with me, I hope that's okay."
The familiars greeted them first, Loki in particular happy to see Harry as he and the two dogs followed Harry and Draco into the kitchen.
"What's that Harry?" Uncle Sirius yelled out. "We're in the office!"
"I brought Draco with me and we're going to be doing homework," Harry yelled loudly. "That okay?"
"Sure! Orion! Keep an eye on them, will you?" Uncle Sirius yelled back. Harry rolled his eyes as he opened his bag and pulled out the books they borrowed from the library. "Thank goodness they decided not to give us actual homework the first day," Harry said. "Give us more time to actually do important things."
"So what type of ritual should we be looking for, boyfriend?" Draco asked, taking one book from the small pile Harry made. "I feel not any summoning ritual spell will do."
"You're right," Harry said. "We have to find the strongest summoning ritual possible… I'll start with this one," Harry said, picking up one book. The two gotten comfortable and began reading their books. The two spent most of the afternoon reading the small pile of books, an open notebook in front of both of them, the two taking notes. Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus walked into the kitchen an hour later and Uncle Sirius smiled, "How diligent the two of you are," he commented. "I remember when your uncle and I were dating Harry, homework sessions were mainly spent studying the other's body. Nice to see you two actually working instead."
"Thank you Uncle Remus," Harry said, not looking up at his uncle. "Uncle? Do you know if we have spear thistles in the garden?"
"Spear thistles? Why yes, we should have them, though I cannot fathom why you would want to know," Uncle Remus said.
"Oh no reason," Harry hummed.
Uncle Remus watched his nephew for a moment before nodding it off. He and Uncle Sirius left Harry and Draco alone for the rest of the afternoon, which the two spent reading their books and sharing what they've learned. It was starting to get dark outside and Harry started on the journal, his third book. Uncle Sirius walked in and said, "Alright boys, it's time for Draco to go home."
"What?" Harry said, looking around. "Impossible!"
"No, it is not Harry," Uncle Sirius said. "It's getting dark out and I need to get dinner ready. I also do not want to call your parents again Draco, they're dreadful over the phone."
"It's okay Mr. Black, I'm mostly done anyway," Draco smiled. He handed Harry his notebook and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow boyfriend," he said.
"I'll see you tomorrow Draco," Harry said. "Have a good night."
"I will, you sleep too okay?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and kissed Draco's cheek. He followed Draco to the door and whispered, "I'll look over your notes. I'm sure we can find everything we need soon."
"Good but you need your sleep, my dear… can I call you dear?" Draco asked. "Because you are dear to me."
"Of course Draco!" Harry smiled. They shared a sweet, slow kiss on the lips, both of them smiling innocently in it as Draco pulled away. "Good night my dear," he said.
"Good night my boyfriend," Harry smiled. He watched Draco walk away until he couldn't see the blonde anymore before he closed the door. Turning around he screamed as he saw Uncle Remus and Uncle Sirius watching him from the stairs.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"Just watching you acting cute and innocent," Uncle Sirius said.
"Remember when we were that chaste?" Uncle Remus sighed. "Anyway Harry, I just wanted to ask how your first day of school was."
"It was good," Harry hummed. "Some of my teachers are eccentric… but I didn't get into any trouble yet."
"That's good," Sirius said. "It's important to keep up on your studies Harry, but that shouldn't mean you can't have some fun too. The Academy has many clubs and sports teams. You should consider joining one."
"I will Uncle Sirius," Harry said. "If you don't mind, I'm almost done as well and I just want to finish it before dinner so I'll be in my room."
"Of course Harry," Uncle Remus said. "We'll call you when it's ready." Harry nodded and ran to the kitchen, gathering the books and his belongings before making his way quickly to his room where he continued reading the journal.
"…beauty of unspeakable traits. Dark-skinned and muscled, a true Adonis to rule us all, our Lord Lucifer's wings are pure with power that brings about a strong need to serve at the sight of his powerful, beautiful form. No goat-headed descriptions can fully describe my love."
This phrase caught Harry's attention. She's describing the vision I saw! He realized. Shoving the other books away, he began reading with a fevered passion that made his body feel hot as the witch continued to describe the intimate parts of their Lord and how the two met and continued to meet. When he was called for dinner, he brought the journal with him and continued to read as he ate, lost in the witch's words and her continued meetings with the devil. It was late at night, pass the witching hour, when Harry finished the journal. He stared at the mark on his hand and for the first time felt excited about it. The journal had miraculously given him almost everything he needed. Now he just had to talk with Draco and prepare.
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It took the two a full week to gather everything they need. Spear thistles, mandrake roots, blood of various kinds… gemstones full of power, and last a place of power and closeness to the Dark Lord. Harry chose his stump, the stump of the One Tree, for the spot of their summoning. It was a Saturday night, the moon was full, and its light was shining down on them as Harry marked the stump, drawing a large pentagram on it while Draco surrounded it with candles. When Harry was done with the pentagram, he looked at his boyfriend who just finished lighting the candles. "We need to bless the pentagram with virgin blood," Harry said. "Why it always have to be virgin I'll never know," he sighed.
"One second, I have my knife somewhere," Draco said. Both were dressed in dark robes, their faces hooded as a mist began to gather around them, the essence watching silently, curiously. He searched his pockets and pulled out a short silver dagger. "I uhh… borrowed it from my mother," he said.
"It's okay Draco, we're borrowing a lot of things for me to get my answers," Harry said. He checked his list and took a breath, "It'll take a bit of blood," he said. "Maybe using both of ours will be easier."
"Sounds like a plan," Draco said. The two gotten onto the stump and stood in the middle of the pentagram.
"We pour our blood in the middle, then move off as we begin chanting," Harry said. "That way we don't accidently fall into Hell when the portal opens." Draco gave a nod of understanding and took his knife. "Cut me first," Harry said.
Draco took Harry's left hand and kissed it, "I'm sorry," he whispered before he rested the edge of the knife against Harry's hand and slashed it quickly. Harry gasped in pain, his face contorted as he squeezed his hand to pool the blood onto the stump. Draco did the same with his and soon his blood joined Harry's. They whimpered in pain as their blood pooled together, blending as one in the center of the pentagram.
"That's enough," Harry said. They quickly jumped off the stump and Harry took Draco's bleeding hand. "Flowing blood stich your wounds skin grow and cure your woes." The cut on Draco's hand started to heal itself, the blood clotting quickly and skin stitching itself back together. Draco did the same with Harry's hand and they kept their hands held while they held their free hand to the stump and started chanting.
"Blood of Virgin mix with our offerings, mix with the earth, the fire, the water and wind, mix with the void made of light and darkness. Mix with the world our Lord gracefully blessed us and connect our worlds! Demons of the deep we call upon you, Lord of Night, Lord of Fire, we call upon you. Come to us, accept our offerings and take corporal form!" The candles' small flames burst into life as the blood pooled in the center spread out along the pentagram. Draco glanced at Harry and bit his lip. The essence around them started to act wildly, the mist becoming thick as in the center a circle of fire appeared. Harry took over and spoke. "Lucifer! You who marked me! I command you to come. Appear out of the portal, Dark Lord of Fire, Fallen Angel, come to me in your true form! Shed your goat head and hooves and come to me! Come and answer my call!"
Harry's voice echoed in the forest. The candles' flames burnt violently, turning into an eerie green that gave everyone a deathly glow. A tense silence filled the area. All eyes were on the circle of fire in the center of the stump. Nothing happened for a moment until, suddenly, a hand thrust out of the portal, slammed on the stump and pulled as though dragging his body out of it. The demon slowly appeared, pushing himself out of the portal. He was dressed somewhat revealingly, leather strips that left little to the imagination, yet he was still somehow decent and regal looking as he now stood in his full frame, staring at Harry and Draco with red eyes.
The demon was beautiful, just as Harry remembered and was described. His skin was obsidian, looking black as night and incredibly smooth with muscles and power. His hair was short, with no horns showing, yet on his back were two beautiful feathered wings, the feathers a mixture of black and white looking as though stolen from a raven and dove.
Harry could feel his hand pulsing at the demon's sight and presence. Draco's hand squeezed his other and he glanced at Draco to see the blonde grinning madly. "We did it," he whispered.
"Yeah," Harry said. He cleared his throat and looked at the demon on the stump of the One Tree. "Lucifer!" he called out.
"Hmm?" The demon said, looking at Harry.
"You will answer my questions," Harry said, showing the demon his mark.
The demon stared at Harry's hand, his red eyes going from an inquisitive look, to shock, then glee in a span of ten seconds. "My my… so you're Harry Potter," the demon purred. "Tell me Potter, why have you tried to summon my Father?"
"F-Father?" Harry gasped.
"Indeed," the demon laughed. "Why, do you not know who I am? No clearly not from the look on your face. Well mage, I will tell you. I am the Lord of Fire, Prince of Darkness and the Inferno. My name is Blaise and I was birthed from Lord Lucifer himself!"
A/N: He's hereeeeeeeeeeee. And now the romance and troubles can truly begin.
fanficnewbee: Their relationship is supposed to be super cute and innocent. But now that Blaise is here, all of that is going to change.
Elektra107: Thank you very much I am happy that you are enjoying it.
Mizzrazz72: I'm sure they knew that Harry could handle themselves. Besides, they were a bit too busy with their meeting with Mr. Riddle.
AnnaMerteuil: Here it is!
Rmiser1994: Yeah a lot of teachers in the Academy are eccentric. Between you and me, I don't trust that Mr. Snape person! I mean he doesn't even appear onscreen yet! So weird.
