Ghirahim appeared in the middle of a large well-kept garden. He glanced around his eyes, finally stopping to take in the pure white peacocks wandering around the yard. He held in a snort at the fact this so-called home needed such flashy birds around it. He shook his head and quickly moved so he would not be noticed before pulling on the magics within the ground.

"My, my so much are they on a well of earth magic?" He murmured before moving into the manor. He slipped around before finding an aura he easily recognized and teleported to the person. He allowed his invisibility to slide away once he was sure he was behind the person and grinned.

"Hello, Skychild it's been so long." Ghirahim purred before wrapping his arms about Draco's shoulders and leaned his chin on the boy's right shoulder. Draco rapidly spun within Ghirahim's arms. It took but a moment before he pulled free of the Demon Lord only to stare at him in shock.

"Goddesses, what are you doing here?" Draco yelped. Ghirahim chuckled and placed his hand over his chest with the smallest of proud smiles on his lips.

"My master sent me to check on you and maybe have a bit of fun with my former Master since I was bored." Ghirahim admitted. Draco groaned as he covered his eyes.

"Of course. He can't keep you entertained so sends you to become a pest to me and make my attempts to stay under my father's radar many times harder." Draco complained before collapsing back onto his bed reaching slowly for the wooden sword under his pillow.

"You know that toy won't hurt me. The only thing that allowed you to do so was Blue-bird and you don't have her now." Ghirahim pointed out. Draco growled and glared at Ghirahim.

"Oh I remember but with everything going on I don't really have access to that blade right now." Draco pointed out irritably. Ghirahim leaned in close to Draco again and grinned.

"I know but I just can't resist teasing you Sky-child. It is so much fun to mess with you." Ghirahim claimed. "Besides I still owe you for those humiliating defeats." Draco stepped away from Ghirahim holding the wooden toy sword Gannondorf had given him.

"This is not the time for us to be fighting though. We have a different target that needs all of us working together." Draco pointed out as he tried to figure out the best place to stand in case the Demon Lord decided to attack.

"Draco honey I have something for you." Narcissa's voice calls from the other side of his bedroom door as it starts to open causing Draco to feel panic as Ghirahim's eyes widen in surprise at hearing someone calling for the Sky-child in such a parental way.

"Mom, can it wait for a bit. I'm kind of busy." Draco called back as Ghirahim apparently vanished. Draco blinked in shock as Ghirahim vanished just as Narcissa walked into his room.

"Too late." She declared happily as she walked over to Draco. Draco glanced around the room again worriedly as Narcissa hugged him causing him to squirm and mutter for a moment. Narcissa giggled as she released Draco and he backed away quickly only to freeze seeing Ghirahim floating behind his mother. Draco grabbed onto Narcissa's arms and pulled her behind him quickly as he glared at Ghirahim.

"You will not touch her Demon-Lord or I will find some way to harm you even without the Mastersword." Draco snarled as his mother gasped seeing Ghirahim for the first time now.

"I'm hurt, Sky-child. I thought you knew by now that at least until my former master is dealt with I will not harm you or any you care for." Ghirahim exclaimed from where he was floating as he cupped his face with his hands. Draco growled at Ghirahim as Narcissa placed her hands on her Son's shoulders and stared at the figure in front of them.

"Who are you and why do you suggest you would hurt my son." Narcissa said as she snapped her wand into her hand. Ghirahim laughed again and shook his head a moment then glanced at Draco again.

"Sky-child, where are your manners? Introduce me to this fine mortal, and remember my title." He demanded before brushing his hair back. Draco groaned before glancing back at his mother then at Ghirahim again.

"Mother this is the Demon Lord Ghirahim. An ancient sword spirit that serves one Harry Potter." Draco explained. Ghirahim pouted at Draco.

"Did you have to bring that up? After all, once we finish dealing with my former master the age of 3 will be over and I will vanish." Ghirahim pointed out. Narcissa glared at the Ghirahim as she carefully stepped to the side.

"If I lose my son due to your being here, you will not like what I will do." Narcissa snarled at Ghirahim. Ghirahim waved a hand casually at her before moving behind Draco and leaning over him again with a playful smirk.

"If I harmed the Sky-child I would lose far too much entertainment. No no. He is safe this time." Ghirahim responded before pulling away from Draco again and looking around.

"What do you mean this time?" Narcissa snarled and raised her wand ready to start casting at Ghirahim.

"Oh has the Sky-child not told you? We were enemies back in his first life after all my former master was the whole reason he had to come to the surface in the first place." Ghirahim stated with a grin. Draco sighed and rubbed at his face a bit.

"Which is also the life I can least remember. It's so bloody patchy considering all the others." Draco snapped.

"Aww don't worry Sky-child. We'll have lots of fun like we used to once we find Bluebird and see what has happened to her." Ghirahim grinned before teleporting behind Draco again and hugging the young man from behind. Ghirahim stuck his tongue out before licking Draco's cheek causing Draco to scream and pull away from him as Ghirahim started to laugh even more.

"Damn it Ghirahim! Get lost and do whatever else Ganondorf sent you here to do and stop messing with me." Draco screamed as he rubbed at his cheek. Ghirahim cackled watching Draco rub at his cheek a few times. Narcissa just stares as Ghirahim sighs sadly.

"Aww but Sky-child you are so much more fun and I really don't wanna get close to my former master's host if I can avoid it." Ghirahim half teased and half whined. Draco just glared at the Demon Lord shaking his head. Draco just glared and moved over to his mother shaking his head.

"Is it actually safe to have him here Dragon?" Narcissa asked. Draco slowly shrugged with a frown.

"Better him than Ganondorf. I doubt he could hide his presence from the Dark Lord. Why did he decide I'd be good entertainment for you?" Draco requested of the sky.

"No idea Sky-child none at all but so far he has been very right. Oh, I hear someone coming. I'll leave you alone now!" Ghirahim declared before vanishing from sight just before Draco's door opened and his father looked into the room. Seeing Draco and his mother both in the room standing but nothing else caused him to frown a bit.

"Is something wrong Father?" Draco asked as he tossed the wooden sword he was holding onto his bed after shaking his head for a moment.

"Why are you messing with such a muggle toy as that? You should be studying and preparing to follow our master, remember!" Lucius snapped. Draco sighed and nodded to his father, making sure his ears remained hidden.

"Of course father. I will do my best." Draco said softly.

Ghirahim carefully moved through the house staying invisible as he looked over each person. Several he would pause to study for awhile frowning at the strange mix of energies within their bodies. Others he stares in shock wondering how they even lived. He shuddered before slipping into the room he could feel his former master's spirit residing in.

Ghirahim glanced towards the energies of Demise and stared at the body. The thing was being barely held together with tainted magics. He glared at the form and then shifted as the once man seemed to look around as though he felt something. Ghirahim waited silently as the noseless figure looked around and began to lightly search the room.

Ghirahim shook his head and made sure to be as far from the person as he could at all times while still being in the room. He wondered if the spirit of Demise could even recognize him at all. He watched as the thing that had once been a man stiffened then moved to the center of the room they were in just before the door opened and the Sky-child's father in this life walked in.

"My lord, my son is still refusing to leave his room. I am sorry I do not know what else to do." Lucius declared as he knelt at the feet of the self-named Lord Voldemort.

"Are you losing control of your home Lucius?" Voldemort asked with a hiss as his red eyes narrowed at the aristocratic blond.

"Never my lord. I am just considering things and wondering if my son's plan would truly make sense to attempt." Lucius replied. Voldemort's eyes narrowed at the man before him.

"And what plan does that fool think he can pull off that would help?" Voldemort growled.

"He believes that his refusal to talk or take part in any of our desires will get out to Potter and that he might be able to get into the Potter brat's sphere of influence enough to bring the boy to you." Lucius stated. Voldemort shivered as a sense of excitement and malice slashed through him. His lipless mouth splitting into an almost demonic smile.

"Lucius let your boy try. For if he succeeds at this your family will gain a great reward." Voldemort declared. Lucius gulped and lowered his head nervously.

"Of course my lord if that is your wish." He simpered terrified with the belief that his son would be incapable of the present demand. "Is there anything else you wish of me, my Lord?"

"Yes, Lucius. I am seeking relics linked to the age of 3. I have found one once but the sword is in too bad of shape to be of help." Voldemort demanded with a grumble. Ghirahim frowned at the one-time man standing above Lucius watching his actions and trying to judge just how much of Demise was controlling him.

"I will do my best, my lord. Though I don't think I have heard of the age of three what is that?" Lucius asked a bit nervously. Voldemort snarled and looked at the aristocratic man with disgust.

"You are a fool to have not heard of the age of three. It is the time before Atlantis. Some history suggests that Atlantis was what happened at the end of that age." Voldemort snarled. Lucius gulped and started to crawl away before a scream was ripped from his throat as Voldemort silently cast a spell on him suddenly. He quickly released Lucius from the spell his red eyes locked on Lucius' shaking form. "Now get to it or maybe it will be your wife at my feet next time."

"Yes, Master. As you wish." Lucius choked out and even while shaking rushed out of the room. Ghirahim kept silently barely as Voldemort continued to sneer in the direction that Lucius had gone.

"Humans are such weak servants. I need to find a way to revive the creatures of the age of three. They would be so much better as servants." Voldemort hissed. Nagini, his large magical serpent started to slowly circle him hissing as he watched.

"Yes, I did promise you that. Don't worry I will figure it out soon. Do you mind if it is not truly human my dear or must it be?" He asked, causing Ghirahim to blink in surprise. The Snake paused and raised her head up to be where Voldemort's hands rested. She hissed only for Voldemort to hiss back for a bit. Ghirahim frowned wishing he could understand what they were saying to each other. Not knowing what their plans were was annoying.

Voldemort stood suddenly and moved towards the bookshelves within this hidden library a dark smile upon his lipless mouth. He moved among the books looking for one he remembered being there filled with horrifying rituals that he had loved to see. He rifled through it then paused seeing the ritual he had remembered. His red eyes rapidly read over the instructions before he spun to face Nagini once more.

"Yes, You shall be the first and greatest of those who serve me. Far superior to those foolish weak-minded wizards that continuously fail me." Voldemort declared as he rapidly moved towards the doors of the room. Ghirahim silently followed as did Nagini. Voldemort went through several doors and down several flights of stairs. They finally entered a dark ritual chamber with runes all over the edge of the room.

Ghirahim moved closer to look over the runes while keeping himself invisible from the host of his former master as the man continued to prepare an obviously complex ritual. He watched Voldemort start to work in a set rhythm once he got Nagini to lay still in the center of the chamber. Ghirahim blinked at the energies being pulled upon by the being in front of him. It felt less and less like the Goddess' sky magic and so much more of the demonic magics.

Ghirahim grimaced as the host pulled more and more upon the spirit of Demise as he continued the complex ritual. He glanced at the snake whose scales were beginning to bubble. Ghirahim winced and shifted uncomfortably as he watched new limbs forming on the snake. Something about what he was watching made him want to flee. He wasn't sure what it was but as he watched he unconsciously placed a single hand to the center of his chest and winced. The sword that rested within him started to shudder, making him pant silently as fear filled his eyes.

The ritual Voldemort was working with was a twisted and perverted version of the sword spirit creation ritual. Ghairehim winced and almost cried out in pain as the ritual continued the magic twanging the sword within him. He gasped and moved to the door not noticing the runes across it glowing as well in time with the ritual taking place.

Voldemort's eyes flashed towards the doorway as though sensing something causing Ghirahim to freeze. Voldemort continued the ritual even as his eyes scoured over the room. Ghirahim shuddered, biting off the scream he wanted to release as it felt like the blade he was part of was being shattered then remade within his body over and over again with each pulse of the twisted magic.

His eyes glazed making it hard to see as the snake in the center of the room slowly grew clawed scaled arms that could easily use a weapon. He glanced behind him seeing the shut door before biting off a whimper as another pulse of the magic went through him. He shook his head as the pained hisses from the center of the room became pained roars and a nasty violent green mist left the snake's mouth.

Ghirahim cried out in pain finally just as the ritual finished losing his ability to stay invisible. Voldemort's eyes immediately moved to Ghirahim and he snarled, seeing the Demon Lord on the ground in front of the ritual room's door. Voldemort started to stalk towards the Demon Lord who shakingly began to get to his feet again and blinked a moment confused from what had just happened.

"Well, well, look at what I have found." Voldemort hissed out as one of his hands lashed out for Ghirahim's neck. He began to raise the other one to plunge into Ghirahim's chest shortly after he had stabilized and stilled Ghirahim's form only for both hands to miss as Ghirahim gathered enough of his mind to teleport away. His signature diamonds being barely visible and looking tattered.

Harry wondered how Ghirahim was doing with the mission he had sent the Demon Lord on. He shrugged as he looked back up towards the room he knew he had gotten Sirius and Remus romping in. He wondered if they were finished then decided not to care and move on up the stairs and towards the black library.

He shook his head feeling a bit of a fluctuation through his energy as he passed the room his Godfather and honorary Godfather were in. He slowly shook his head thinking again on what his sisters would be trying to pull on those two. He chuckled before stepping into the library. He moved over to the shelves and began to look over them as he again began to hum an old tune he remembered. He paused at some of the books then began to move again before finally pausing and pulling a book from the shelf.

He collapsed into one of the cleaner sets and quietly began to read. He glanced up after a while as Hermione entered the room to see what he was doing. As he glanced up a wave of weakness flashed through him making him gasp in surprise. He looked down at his hands only to see the tri-force symbol glowing faintly.

"Harry, you okay?" Hermione asked as Harry put the book he was reading down and shuddered, feeling a pull through his body.

"I… don't know…" Harry said slowly before shutting his eyes trying to trace the power pull within his body. He followed the flow and soon realized it was going to the connection that Demise had used in his dreams to attempt to reclaim him. He tried to pull the energy back not wanting to let the Demon King claim the energy of the Tri-Force of power that he held. He winced as he fought the growing pulling though he also felt

"Harry?" Hermione asked, worry filling her eyes as Harry seemed to fall into himself. She noticed the mark on his hand steadily getting brighter as his body began to shake more and more. He grunted a moment and soon He screamed and collapsed to the ground the Tri-Force of power fading back to normal. Hermione started to move towards Harry then stopped as Ghirahim appeared above Harry and fell on top of him gasping as well. Hermione stared in shock then ran from the room to find one of the adults for help.