Another chapter for you folks, I hope you enjoy the action.

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The Ghost Rider's motorcycle engine roared as he raced down the highway being chased by Spitfire who's speed had allowed her some advantage in the chase. The Rider growled as he revved the engine and leapt into the air leaving the speedster on the ground. She huffed and continued to give chase, following the fire trail he left behind him. In the sky the Rider dodged to the side as a Helicopter followed by Captain Britain, his wife Glorianna, and the Black Knight on his horse. He pulled his flaming obsidian chain out and swung it toward the Black Knight who used his sword to knock it away in an explosion of fire.

Glorianna dispersed the fire with a wave of her hand, she then changed her shape into a large dragon. She reared her head back and launched her own fire at the Rider, who quickly turned his bike into a spin and opened his mouth, swallowing the fire down his gullet. He spat it back out as a fireball at Captain Britain who raised his arms in front of his face as the fireball exploded on his force field temporarily knocking him out of the air. Glorianna roared as she dropped to check on her husband, leaving the Black Knight to take a flaming chain to the head knocking him and his horse out of the sky.

The Rider completed his spin by wrapping his chain around the tail of the helicopter, and tore the tail of with a single jerk. The helicopter was sent into a tail spin toward the rocky terrain, making the recovering Captain, Glorianna, and Black Knight to try and save the helicopter. The Rider laughed as he wrapped the chain back around his torso and continued on his way back to Grimmauld Place. Unknowing of the watching eyes of Spitfire.


As he pulled the motorbike back into the house, Harry wiped the sweat from his brow. After the collection of a low level demon he was blindsided by Spitfire who had launched herself at him in a punch. He had barely dodged to the side before whistling for his bike, for the few second of the wait he had to either try and dodge or block the blows from Spitfire. He had actually punched her away to give himself enough space to get on his bike and get out of there. He had barely escaped back to the house, but to get away he had to risk the lives of whoever was in that helicopter.

He shook those thoughts from his head as he made his way to the library, where he had left Hermione and Ron. As he entered he was Ron was bent over the table asleep with his face in a book and drooling on the pages. Harry snorted as he turned to Hermione wondering why she wasn't yelling at Ron for ruining a book. He blinked as he took in her almost blank face as her eyes moved across the page of a book on the table in front of her. As he walked toward her he could feel something in the air, an oppressive darkness, but as he came closer the darkness seemed to dissipate into the air. Hermione blinked and looked right up at Harry and smiled, Harry smiled back forgetting the darkness.

"Welcome back Harry." She closed the book revealing the black cover of the book with a strange symbol on the front.

"Thanks Hermione, what are you reading?" She looked down at the book and smiled a bit.

"It's called the Darkhold, it's a book containing information on everything dark, from spells to creatures." Then a strange look passed over her face. "Some information is missing from the book though as if pages were ripped out." She looked up at Harry with an angry look. "Information on Mephisto was removed as well, I'm not surprised but it does make me angry." She folded her hands over the book and settled down a bit. "So how was the demon hunt?" Harry groaned a sat next her on the table, leaned his elbows on the table and cradled his face in his hands.

"MI 13 got involved." Hermione became worried. "Spitfire punched me out of nowhere, I was able to dodge, but she continued the attack." He leaned back and rubbed his ribs. "I think she still tagged me a few times when we exchanged blows. I was able to escape by knocking her away and then Captain Britain, Glorianna, Black Knight, and a Helicopter chased me across the sky and I only escaped by knocking the chopper out the sky." She gasped. He looked at her with a grimace. "Don't worry they caught it, I knew they would go after it and I could get away." She looked disappointed, he lowered his eyes.

"Harry… that's how a villain thinks, that's how Voldemort thinks." That spike to the heart caused him to lower himself further into his seat. Hermione placed her hand on his shoulder and he looked back up at her. "Harry you have to break this deal somehow, any longer and the world won't have to worry about Voldemort, because you'll be the greater threat." The blunt way she laid on the table hit him even harder.

"I know, but I have to get rid of Voldemort, and the only way to do that is to found the items he had hidden his soul in." He rubbed his temples. "Do you have any information about them?" Hermione nodded as she pulled another book toward her.

"Well I think I might know the location of a couple of them, I remember the description you gave me of the locket and I looked through a few of the books and I found a picture." She flipped the pages and turned the book to him, he nodded. "When I got a good look a remembered the locket that we found here in Grimmauld Place. Remember that gold locket that wouldn't open?" Harry thought back and nodded as comprehension flooded through him leaving him gob smacked. Hermione nodded with a smile. "That was the locket, Regulus stole it and brought it back here. Now I think that Kreacher has it hidden somewhere in this house."

"Holy shit!" Hermione smacked Harry's arm, he rubbed his arm. "Sorry."

"Watch your language." Hermione closed the book. "So now we just have to find it or Kreacher and get so we can destroy it." Harry shook his head.

"No, I'm going to hand it to Mephisto." At her startled look he groused. "I figure I can make another deal, Voldemort's soul in exchange for my own." Hermione shook her head.

"No Harry, no more deals, you get rid of these Hocruxes, or Mephisto will get a greater hold on your own soul. Harry he can't be trusted, he is evil incarnate, any more deals will just put you further in the hole when dealing with this monster. Please destroy them." Hermione pleaded to Harry, who looked a little angry but he calmed himself.

"Alright Hermione, we'll destroy them." Hermione smiled and hugged him, he hugged her back. The room was completely silent except for the snoring of Ron.


A dark presence stirred, awakened by a mind brushing against his own. A brilliant, if deluded mind, loyal to her friend. She was reading from his script, his written works, his Darkhold. He subtly reached into her mind, learning everything he could from her, and finding the perfect tool. A mind able to absorb knowledge and retain it, able to use this knowledge almost perfectly. He needed to sculpt her into the perfect servant, someone to help him reenter the earth realm. Someone to bring the reign of Chthon to back to the Earth.


I hope everyone enjoyed this, sorry about the minimal action, but I think I might be able to fit more action into the next chapter. No promises though. Please read and review, thank you.