The Devil in Me

Are You a Saint or a Sinner?

The chapter title comes from the song:

Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab.

* WARNING *

~ Relatively explicit M/F sex scene ~

~ Also Harry has a pain fetish ~

Harry knew there would be drama; it wasn't a matter of 'if'; it was a matter of 'when' and the answer was at breakfast the following morning. He was sitting at the Slytherin table, in-between Draco and Theo when the inevitable happened.

"So what do you reckon the new classes are going to be like?" Theo asked.

"Defensive Magic will be good," Harry said, casting his gaze towards Bill, "I think Bill will be like Lupin."

"Without the biting problem," Blaise snorted.

"No, that's his brother's job," Pansy sneered.

Harry knew what she meant, but not everyone did.

"What do you mean, Pans?" Tracey asked curiously.

"Fred, he got bitten by Greyback in the summer," Pansy replied importantly.

Harry couldn't stand Pansy, so he had to show her up, "Don't act like you were there, Pansy. You only know because your Daddy told you. I was there, and yes, Greyback did bite Fred, shortly before he lost his head."

Daphne looked up in surprise, her eyes narrowing.

"Don't look at me like I'm about to curse you," Harry said, meeting her gaze, "I wasn't on board with a werewolf going into battle with us in the first place, but I don't get to make requests like that yet."

"I don't think you're going to curse me, but I do think that all you care about is recruiting my family," Daphne said sharply.

"Well, you're wrong," Harry said.

"Yes, your family are hugely important, and if you were on our side, we would be thrilled, but we'll win this war with or without you. I wouldn't blackmail you or hurt your family to recruit you because I want loyal followers. I want people who are with us because they believe in us because they want to build the same world we do, a better world, and a fairer world for witches and wizards. If I force you to be on our side, you won't be loyal, will you? It's of no interest to me, imperiused followers, blackmailed followers," he shook his head, "I want willing followers, and if you're not willing to follow us, then that's fine, but I would appreciate it if you could at least let me try to be your friend."

Tracey whistled, "Well, that's you told."

"Quit icing him," Sophie agreed.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"She gets called the Ice Queen," Tracey explained, "Because she's as cold as ice."

Harry cocked his head at Daphne, "So I need an ice pick to get you to like me?"

"What in the hell is an ice pick?" Daphne replied.

Harry and Tracey shared an amused look.

Tracey raised a hand to hi-five him, "I love having another half-blood around."

Harry hi-fived her and laughed, and at that point, the cheerful mood was killed by Ginny Weasley. She walked past the table and muttered loudly, "Murdering scum."

Harry turned around and said, "What the hell did you just say?"

Ginny spun around and glared at him, "You heard me, traitor."

Harry laughed and turned around on the bench as the hall fell silent, "Excuse me but who dosed who with Amortentia for a whole fucking year? Oh yes, that was you drugging me, wasn't it?"

Ginny glared at him, her cheeks reddening.

"All so that I would fall in love with you and be Dumbledore's perfect little golden boy," Harry scoffed, "Well, Ginny, with all the charms, removed, I wouldn't even look twice at you so run along to your own table, won't you?"

Draco, Theo and Blaise all laughed and with red cheeks, Ginny hurried away from the table.

"She actually dosed you with Amortentia?" Daphne asked, leaning forward.

Harry nodded, "Yep, she dosed me with Amortentia, Ron pretended to be my friend, Hermione probably helped her make the Amortentia. Dumbledore lied to me and manipulated my life to the point that I ended up in the wrong house for six fucking years."

"How can you end up in the wrong house?" Blaise asked curiously, "I thought the sorting hat was never wrong?"

Draco shook his head, "It uses low-level Legilimency, which means it can be influenced. So when this idiot was shouting 'NOT SLYTHERIN' in his head, the hat decided to go with its second choice, which was Gryffindor."

"What he said," Harry agreed.

"Huh," Theo mused, "I never knew you had a choice. I was a hat-stall too, stuck between Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"I wasn't," Draco said smugly.

Harry snorted, "Course you weren't, the hat was screaming SLYTHERIN before it had even touched the hairs on your head."

Draco nudged him in the ribs, and they both chuckled, to the bemusement of the Slytherins who had only seen them as enemies for the past six years.

The remainder of Harry's first day back was relatively peaceful until his second last class of the day finished. Potions then Defensive Magic meant a trek from the dungeons up to the third-floor tower where Snape had formerly taught Defence Against the Dark Arts.

He was walking with Blaise when Neville fell into step with him and lowered his voice, "It's not a conversation for public, but I hope you know me well enough to know I won't curse you on sight," he said coolly, "I do feel like I'm owed an explanation, though."

Harry nodded and turned to his old friend, "Yeah, Neville, I think I owe you that. I'll see you there, Blaise," he said, giving the dark-skinned boy a nod.

The moment Blaise left, the air felt awkward. Harry pulled back a tapestry, and they stepped inside into a steep secret passageway together. As they climbed upwards, Harry explained, "That night I came to you, I had been summoned by someone, you remember?"

"Yes," Neville replied.

"It was Snape," Harry said, "He showed me some memories, and it became clear that I was part of Dumbledore's plan, a pawn in his game really. He wanted to use me, to have me die at the right moment to stop Voldemort. Ginny had been dosing me with Amortentia all year. Dumbledore had paid Molly to take me in and look after me in the summers, and she had told Ron to befriend me and to make me terrified of Slytherin house because Dumbledore knew it would ruin his plan if I went into the house I should have been in all along."

From behind him, Neville said, "And then you killed Dumbledore, and joined the man who killed your parents, and is responsible for the fate of mine."

Harry stopped and turned around to look at Neville, "The Dark Lord didn't kill my parents, Peter Pettigrew did, and I killed him for that."

Neville looked at him warily, keeping a safe distance which made Harry a little bit sad. He understood why Neville didn't trust him anymore, but it still hurt.

"And he didn't torture your parents either," Harry said quietly, "The Lestrange's did and the Dark Lord, he was angry about that, Neville. They took out two Aurors, two purebloods at the top of their game. The Dark Lord wanted them on his side; he didn't want them killed. Just like he didn't want my parents killed, he had spent years trying to recruit my mum."

"The Dark Lord," Neville said, shaking his head in disbelief, "What the hell did he do to you?"

"He told me the truth," Harry said, his eyes flashing, "He treated me like a fucking human being. He fixed my eyesight, gave me potions to help me grow, fixed the malnutrition I suffered under the Muggles. Are you seriously telling me Dumbledore couldn't do that? After all of the times I've been admitted to the hospital wing? Why wouldn't he help me, make me better? It's because he wanted to keep me weak, to keep me down, which is why he kept sending me home to abusive relatives."

Neville scoffed, "Come off it, Harry. Abusive relatives don't make you go dark – look at me, I'm not evil because my Uncle beat the shit out of me, am I?"

Harry looked him dead in the eye, "If you knew you could kill your Uncle for what he did, no questions asked, no consequences – are you seriously telling me you wouldn't do it?"

Neville didn't answer the question.

"Exactly," Harry said, his tone quiet but deadly, "He hasn't brainwashed me, I can't be brainwashed. You saw me resist the imperius curse in fourth year, you've seen the level of pain I can withstand. I'm with the Dark Lord because I want to be and because he's right, Neville. We're living in oppression because of Muggles, and Muggles like my Aunt and Uncle get to beat the shit out of wizarding kids like me and get away with it."

Neville's eyes widened with realisation, "That's why you made Lily the Head Girl, to get Muggle-borns on your side. The two of you, united together because you had shitty abusive childhoods?"

Harry leant against the wall of the tunnel and raised an eyebrow at him, "You know what her step-fathers did to her?"

"Of course I do, she's my friend," Neville said irritably.

"And you know what she did to them?" Harry asked.

Neville cast his gaze down to avoid looking Harry in the eye.

"They deserved it, just like my Aunt and Uncle deserved it," Harry said, "And just like your deadbeat of an Uncle deserves it. We're not monsters, Neville. Witches and wizards, us, we are better than them. We are their evolution; they just can't see it."

Neville stared at him for a long moment, "I understand why you did it, although I find it hard to believe that Ginny would dose you with Amortentia if I'm honest. But I still can't accept what you did, Harry."

"Accept it or don't, Neville – that's up to you," Harry said, pushing off the wall, "But either way, that's all in the past, and all I'm looking at now is my future."

Before he turned away from Neville, Harry looked him in the eye and said, "And there will always be a place for you by my side, if you should choose to take it."

"I won't," Neville promised him.

Harry gave him a half-smile, "Then all I can hope is that at some point, you change your mind."

He held his hand out to Neville. The taller man sighed but took it and shook it firmly anyway. That was the end of their exchange, and the rest of the walk to Defensive Magic was in complete silence.

When Harry and Neville walked into Bill's classroom, they instantly parted ways. Neville sat down next to Seamus and Harry took the last remaining seat near his Slytherin kin, in-between Daphne and Draco.

"You were almost late," Bill said from where he was leaning against the blackboard, "And I'd give you detention for that if it weren't for the Basilisk on your shoulders."

"Professor Weasley," Zacharias Smith piped up, "The last time I checked, snakes weren't on the approved pet list."

"Smith, the last time I checked nobody in your family had a brain," Bill said matter of factly.

"Bonded familiars are accepted as pets, and since Mr Potter talks to his snake, which is surprisingly not a euphemism, it is accepted. Haven't any of you lot read Hogwarts: A History?"

"Hermione Granger has, but she's too busy shacking up with your younger brother in a tent to care about her education," Harry remarked matter of factly.

"Thank you for reminding me of that fact," Bill said dryly, "But we are here to discuss Defensive Magic so let's begin, shall we?"

There was a general murmur of agreement, so Bill turned to the blackboard and rolled up his sleeves. There was a sharp intake of breath around the room when those who weren't in the know, saw the telltale snake tattoo on his left arm.

"Sir," Zacharias shouted, "Why have you got a Dark Mark?"

Harry snorted as Bill turned around and looked at Smith in disbelief, "Because I'm a Death Eater, obviously. Why else would I have it?"

"It does look pretty cool to be fair," Harry said, "If you're into snakes that is, which I am, of course," he shot Daphne a smirk, and she rolled her eyes.

Lily threw a quill at his head from the table behind, "Shut up and let the guy teach, Potter ."

"On whose authority, Moon?" Harry asked, shooting a grin over his shoulder at her.

"Mine, as Head Girl I'm your equal so quite flirting with Daphne and do something useful," Lily said, her eyes flashing playfully.

"Like?"

"Cast a Patronus," Daphne said with a smirk, "I'm sure everyone will be intrigued to see how un-stag-like it is these days."

"He can't," Ernie piped up, "He's a Death Eater and therefore a dark wizard, and everyone knows that dark wizards can't cast Patronus's."

Bill snorted and waved his wand, lazily, "Expecto Patronum!"

A sphinx meandered out of his wand, and he smirked at the Hufflepuff, "Death Eaters are not necessarily dark wizards, and even then, dark wizards still have happy memories. Trust me, most of my thoughts about my French wife would enable me to cast that spell."

Harry chuckled and raised his wand, "Expecto Patronum!"

There was an amazed silence as the giant Basilisk slithered out of his wand.

"What do you think about then?" Ernie asked smugly, "You don't have a French wife."

"My family," Harry answered.

Seamus laughed cruelly, "How? Your family are dead."

"My blood family are," Harry agreed, "But the Malfoys took me in and treated me like one of their own. I've had more kindness from them in one summer than I've had in a lifetime from my blood family so with all due respect Seamus, shut your fucking mouth."

Before Seamus could kick-off, Bill cut in, "Look – you all have ideas about what makes us good or what makes us evil but it's very rare you find a person who is truly evil or truly pure. We all have good and bad inside of us, and at different points in our lives, we act on both. So why should we exclude certain areas of magic from our lives? Why should we only learn about 'good' magic or 'bad' magic?"

"Because we'll become dark wizards otherwise," a Ravenclaw boy said.

Lily scoffed, "How? Is an Auror who kills a thief with dark magic bad if killing that thief means they save an innocent life?"

"Is a Death Eater who saves an innocent person good? Even if that 'innocent' person later kills their fellow Death Eaters in a battle?" Bill countered.

There was another stunned silence.

"We can practice dark magic without being dark as long as we never take it too far," Bill explained, "Which is why the Dark Lord split Defence Against the Dark Arts into two subjects this year. Professor Carrow will teach you how to fight, and I will teach you how to defend yourself. You will learn about all sorts of magic, and it is up to you to decide how you use that knowledge because that's free will and that's what magic should always have been about."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Look at Merlin and Morgana le Fay. One is classed as a good wizard and the other as an evil witch, but they both used dark magic to achieve their goals. The only difference was that Merlin ultimately used it for good and Morgana was a slightly unhinged bitch; I know a Death Eater a bit like that actually."

"Watch it," Draco muttered, kicking him under the table.

"I said I liked the Malfoys, not those associated with them through marriage," Harry teased in a stage whisper, and Draco bit back an amused grin.

Bill ignored the comment and carried on with the class, but Harry zoned out a little when Draco slid a note in front of him. He glanced down and read, "I get it now. Why you freaked out so much on Midsummer, it's not because you're not into guys, its because you think of me like family."

Harry looked up from the parchment and gave him a nod, then he jotted down, "I'm more into your boyfriend than you, no offence."

Draco snorted and glanced to his other side to make sure Theo wasn't paying attention, then he scribbled, "He's hardly my boyfriend, Father would have my guts. We have fun together, but I'm betrothed to a Greengrass, remember?"

Harry gave a little nod and chanced a glance at Daphne. He noticed that her eyes were on the paper. She looked away quickly, but Harry could tell she had read it, so he raised an eyebrow at her.

She leant over and murmured in his ear, "Hopefully he marries my younger sister. Otherwise, I can see an unfortunate accident in his future."

Harry grinned in amusement and ignored the shiver her hot breath against his skin had sent down his spine. He figured maybe it was best to just concentrate on the lesson at hand before his thoughts got too carried away, and he got a mental beating from Voldemort.

That night, Harry lay in his bed, having plunged the room into complete darkness. He closed his eyes and focused the entirety of his mental strength on feeling for the piece of Voldemort's soul inside him. When he found it, he used it to guide him to Voldemort's mind. He could tell the moment he was there because a wave of irritation overwhelmed him, and he knew it wasn't his own.

Bee in your bonnet?

Harry instantly felt Voldemort's irritation lift and turn to amusement.

You are getting very good at that. I almost didn't feel the intrusion.

Thank you, Harry thought, How are things back at base?

You have been gone for two days, Harry. Nothing of note has happened. Do you have news to report from Hogwarts?

Yes, Harry answered, Ron and Hermione aren't here, so I suspect they are together. If you want clarification of that, ask Bill or Charlie Weasley though.

Do you believe they are merely hiding, or do you think they are actively looking for my Horcruxes?

Honestly? I don't know, Harry thought, If I were you, I would retrieve them and put them somewhere safe, just in case. But I doubt they have a fucking clue where any of them are anyway.

One of them is already somewhere safe, but there are two more I ought to retrieve. One is at Hogwarts, so I will need your assistance. Return to Malfoy Manor when I call you and bring a trusted Death Eater, someone intelligent enough to help you navigate a labyrinth.

Understood, Harry managed to think before Voldemort pushed him out of his head.

"Neville has a bit of a thing for you, doesn't he?"

Lily looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow, "If I were a ginger, maybe."

Harry snorted, "He's into Ginny?"

Lily chuckled and closed her book; they were alone in the Head common room, "You really aren't very perceptive, even now that you've turned off all your pesky emotions."

"I haven't turned anything off," Harry said truthfully, "I've just locked away my remorse."

"It's not a permanent fix though," Lily said knowingly, "It's all going to tumble out at some point, isn't it?"

"Oh, probably," Harry answered offhandedly, "And if I've got any humanity left by that point, I'll probably kill myself in shame."

"Well," Lily said thoughtfully, "At least you know your limitations."

Harry chuckled in amusement and sat down next to her, "How much does Neville know about you?"

Lily narrowed her eyes, "Why?"

"I spoke with him earlier, and he seemed to know a lot about you, about what you did to those Muggles," Harry explained.

"He knows the revised version," Lily said with a shrug, "Poor little me with a big bad man above me 'accidentally' killed him. You know the truth."

Harry watched her with interest, "There's a darkness inside you that I can relate to. When you kill with malicious intent like that, it doesn't matter if you're a kid, if the victim is a bad person, it taints your soul. It's why murder has to be committed to complete the darkest of rituals."

Lily kept her gaze on his as Harry spoke softly.

"When you work that out, you can feel the darkness inside yourself, and you have a choice. You can lock it away, try to be a good person and hope that the good will win out or you can surrender yourself to it, let it spread into you and make you stronger, more powerful," Harry said, "You've been fighting it for a while, haven't you?"

Lily smirked at him, "Yes, I have. But then again, you fought it for a long time too before you surrendered."

"Surrendering to it was the best thing I ever did," Harry said, "For the first time in my life, I feel free. Don't you want to know what that feels like? To not have to build walls in your mind? To act as you want to, not as everyone else wants you to?"

Lily didn't answer; she just bit her lip.

"Some people, people like us, are just born with tragedy in their blood," Harry whispered as he cupped her cheek, "We either let it make us a victim or we use it make ourselves stronger."

Lily ran a burning hot finger down his forearm, and Harry didn't even flinch.

"I'm strong enough already, don't you think?" She asked, her eyes flashing playfully.

"I can make you better," Harry said, feeling a tingle of arousal as she ran her hand down his chest.

"What's the catch?" Lily asked, moving to straddle him, "I have to get a new tattoo and become the Dark Lords bitch?"

Harry smirked and slid his hands under her oversized Ravenclaw Quidditch jumper she was wearing. He ran them up her sides, his touch rough against her skin, "You don't have to be anyone's bitch, and you don't have to join us. I only want willing followers."

Lily's hand had stopped burning, but it was still resting on Harry's chest.

"I want you to join us because you want to," Harry said, his eyes locking onto hers, "And I think you do. I think you like how much power you can have over someone with your intelligence and wit, just like you like the power you have over me right now."

Lily shifted against him, smirking when she felt how aroused he was.

Harry pulled her jumper over her head and looked at her body. She was covered in scars, but she didn't shrink back in shame when Harry looked at them. He ran his hand down a long, thin one flanking her side and spoke softly, but Lily hung onto his every word, "I think you want to kill Muggle scum like the men who did this to you," he thumbed a small, circular burn, "And like the woman who did this, your own mother."

Lily swallowed, and Harry looked her in the eye, "I think you want to find out who your father was, and why he abandoned you. I think there's a small part of you that wishes he was a wizard, but you push that part down because you don't want to hope to be something more than you are right now."

Lily's hand burned once more, and she pressed it against Harry's chest, he hissed but shifted against her at the same time. With a smirk, he said, "That's not going to work on me, sweetheart."

"Of course you would enjoy the pain," Lily said. With a flick of her wrist, his shirt fell off his shoulders, and she surveyed his torso, "I'm not the only one with battle scars after all, am I?"

She ran her finger down his chest, towards his navel, leaving a faint pink line as she did so. Harry bit back a groan of arousal, but she could see what she was doing to him anyway, it was written all over her face.

"You were a hat stall," Harry said, closing his eyes and revelling in the sensation – he was reminded of that unique evening in the woods with Reyna.

"The hat couldn't decide if you should go into Ravenclaw or Slytherin, you were smart, even back then, smart enough to channel your accidental magic before you even knew what you were. But you were malicious too, and ambitious. You wanted to better yourself, to show the filth who raised you why you were better than them," he opened his eyes and looked into hers, "Because you are. You are so much better than them, you are strong, you are magically powerfully, wickedly smart and so," she slipped her hand under the waistband of his trousers and his breath caught, "- hot," he finished, grabbing her by the hips and kissing her.

Like on the Hogwarts Express, they kissed hard. It wasn't a romantic encounter; it was full of lust and need, it was feral and raw – the fulfilment of a basic human need to be wanted and needed and loved in some way, in any way.

Harry took control, vanishing his trousers with wandless magic, murmuring the spell against her lips while she caught her breath. She rubbed herself against him through her cotton pants, and Harry kissed her impatiently, reaching into the gap between them to slip those irritating pants to one side and slide a finger into her. There was no denying that she wanted this as much as he did, her juices coated his finger, and she let out a small, choked gasp when he curled his fingers inside of her.

Harry chuckled against her neck and took them out, gripping the base of his cock and positioning it against her. Lily took control by pressing herself down onto him before he could move, her tight walls gripping and pulsing against his cock. Harry groaned and grabbed her hips harder as he thrust into her as hard as he could, filling her and causing a cry of pleasure to leave her lips.

Not happy at Harry having got one over on her, Lily did her little trick again and made the hand on his shoulder burn red-hot. Harry cried out, not even sure himself if it was in pleasure or pain, and grabbed Lily's arse, "You'll regret that," he whispered into her ear, and before she had a chance to ask how Harry showed her. He lifted her slightly, pressed her back against the cold stone wall, slamming into her as hard and as fast as he could – she was petite too, so he could lift her easily.

Harry's only complaint was that it didn't last as long as he would have liked it too. He could have strung it out, kept her on edge for a little longer, but it turned out that Lily wanted to be used as much as Harry liked using her so when the walls of her pussy tightened, and she cried out loudly in pleasure, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long after her. While she came, the magic she struggled to keep contained spilt out and that was it, the hot touch against Harry's skin made him come with her, resting his head against her shoulder as he tried to control his breathing.

"I've known you for two days," Lily said in disbelief, more at herself than at him, "Two fucking days and that…" she shook her head as she disentangled herself from him and grabbed a robe from the bathroom door.

"What can I say? It's my boyish charm," Harry teased as she threw a robe at him.

Lily sat down opposite him, in the seat by the fire.

Harry put the robe on and watched as the cogs whirred in her brain. She was obviously thinking something through, and he didn't want to disturb her thought process.

"I'm in," Lily said, "And not because of the mind-blowing sex. I don't do that often, by the way, I know you probably think I'm some sort of whore-"

"I don't, trust me," Harry said, a small smile on his face, "I lost my virginity to a girl whose been sleeping her way through the Death Eaters her father's age so whatever you've done before tonight, it has nothing on her."

Lily shot him an amused look, "I have a guy at home, not a boyfriend or anything. He's older, he's a drug dealer, and no, I don't do drugs but when you grow up the way I did…it's nice to have a powerful ally by your side."

Harry nodded, "If you do join us, you'd be marked at the same time as Reyna – you two would be friends, she has Daddy issues too."

Lily chuckled, "So you're into girls who have Daddy issues?"

"Actually, I think I'm just into Ravenclaws and Ravenclaw-esque Slytherins," Harry said with an amused grin, "But do me a favour. Don't say you'll join us for the wrong reasons or because you feel like you have to. I won't hurt you if you don't want to join us, I would just nod and say goodnight."

"And let me go? Without a fight?" Lily asked.

Harry nodded, and Lily frowned, "What kind of a bad guy are you?"

Harry smiled, "Not the bad kind."

Lily gave him a sceptical look, "How can a bad guy not be the bad kind?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not the bad guy here," Harry said, eyeing her carefully, "Ever think of that?"

Lily frowned and leant forward in her chair, "That would make the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry the bad guys, and the Death Eaters the good guys."

With a smirk, Harry nodded, "Exactly. You're getting the picture now."

"Explain," Lily demanded.

"The Ministry, and by association the Order, want to keep the wizarding world from the Muggles for they say, our protection," Harry elaborated, "That has led to fear-mongering amongst the pureblood families. As a result, purebloods have married their cousins for centuries, and the old families are dying out because of centuries of inbreeding. Magic is nowhere near as powerful as it used to be because, in hiding, we have forgotten who we are."

Lily was still hanging onto his every word.

"What the Dark Lord wants, is a better world," Harry said, "A world where people like you and I are ripped away from the Muggles who abused us and raised as the ward of a wizard. If Muggle-borns marry purebloods and have as many children as they can, we would not only be repopulating our community; we would also be breeding out the Muggle blood. If we take Muggle-borns away from the filth from where they come and educate them, they will grow up knowing the importance of magic; they will know to sacrifice, to give back to the earth as thanks for the magic it grants us. We will all be more powerful, and we will wrestle back control from the Muggles because this is our country, Lily. We were here before them, and they…they are nothing more than a by-product, an entire race born from squibs mating with each other, which spreads like a disease while we struggle to thrive. The Dark Lord wants to reset the balance of nature and I, for one, want that too."

"So do I," Lily promised, her eyes burning into his, "I want in, I want to be marked."

Harry smiled broadly, "And you will be. You represent the new order, being both a woman and a muggle-born. But you will have to expect some hatred from the purebloods, those staunchly of the old order."

Lily shrugged, "I've had hatred all my life. My own family has hated me. I'll have you as my ally, and that's enough."

Harry crossed the room and held out his hand to her, "Then welcome on board, Lillian Moon."

Lily smirked in response and shook his hand.

* TBC *

A/N: I aim to update this once a week, around the same time (Usually a Wednesday) when life allows me the time to do so!