A/N: READ THIS FIRST!! Okay, so I am really excited about this new fic. The thing is, if you are a big christian and take those things to heart, don't read this. You're gonna be angry with me. This goes against everything the bible spoke of, and I'm basically an atheist. I'm not writing this to be a prick or anything, I just had this idea and thought that it was cool. So don't leave me a nasty review saying that I'm evil, please?
Summary: Harry and Hermione saved Sirius Black. After that school year, Harry has become withdrawn for some reason. His dreams have become terrifying and he feels as if he is going crazy. As he falls asleep, he travels to a place in which he will change. Is it for the better, or for the worse? He will become the most powerful warrior of all time, fighting for a cause that is even more important than the downfall of Voldemort.
The Birth of the Grey Warrior
Privet Drive. Such a cliché little development, yes indeed it is; yet that is where our tale begins. This tale is of Harry Potter, a lad that is turning fourteen this particular summer. It begins as he stared out his window. His stare yielded to nothing more that two eyes and empty air. He sat at the small desk provided for him in his "cell" and stared into a dawning sky. Another night had gone by and another morning had come.
The Dursley's, for some strange reason, left him alone this summer; allowing him to do what ever he wanted. To say the least, Harry did nothing. He slept during the day and stayed up straight through the night. While up during the night he stared, much like he was doing now; watching the clouds rise and fall, watching the sky turn various arrays of colours; shades of blue and black, pastels of pink and orange. At night, he watched the stars and the moon. If it rained he watched the thunder and lightning. That had been his summer for the past two weeks. He'd eat small portions, sleep, and stare. He had not uttered a word since leaving Hogwarts for summer break, only a lingering hug from Hermione and a small wave to Ron. That had been his last human contact. That lingering hug from Hermione had meant so much to him, yet he couldn't bring himself to write her back. Her letters had begun to pile up and now he was feeling bad. To top it off his unconscious world was driving him insane.
His sleeps were horrible, if he even slept. He had awful dreams, nightmares, of people coming out of the wall; their faces pushing through the paper with mock screams of horror as their fingertips scratched at the wood, trying to tear a way out. He would wake up crying or silently thrashing about. He'd look around the room frantically only to discover it had been a dream. He imagined that they would have been more awful during the night, thus he slept during the day and kept watch at night.
The thoughts racing through Harry's head were depressing. He thought of his parents, he thought of how his wrongly accused godfather had been tortured and locked away for so long, most of all he plotted his revenge on the rat. Peter Pettigrew had betrayed his parents and had his godfather viewed as a convicted murderer.
I could always feed him to Hedwig… or Crookshanks… either way he'd have to come out eventually.
He laughed; the sound jarred his feathered friend from her sleep. It had been the first noise in his room in the past fortnight. She glared at him with her deep, yellow eyes. It had almost sent the poor owl into cardiac arrest. However, she was glad that her owner actually was not dead, or mute.
Harry shook his head, feeling some tears grace the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away and chuckled darkly, he wasn't allowed to show emotion, he was always punished for showing emotion; Merlin knew if he was caught and punished that he'd finally crack. He looked at a copy of the Daily Prophet that was on his desk and scoffed. The headlines were still the same:
Sirius Black still at Large!
A New Dark Lord in the Works?
He tore it into pieces and lined Hedwig's cage with it, not even bothering to read the article. He didn't know why he kept the subscription; maybe it was more important than he thought. Deciding not to dwell on it, he took one last look at the sky. It had turned into a pink and blue milkshake, the colours swirling with each other so perfectly. He sighed, the second show of emotion, and mentally berated himself. He got up and walked the half a meter to his bed, flopping down lazily, and pulled a pillow over his eyes. He drifted off to sleep. Never did he think that this would be the last time his life was considered "normal", for even though he was the destined savior of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter's life was about to change drastically.
Hermione Granger sat in her window seat, looking out at the meadow in the back of her house. In her lap she cradled a photo album, one that she had not put down for the past two weeks. She went to sleep with it, she ate with it, heck, if she didn't that it would rot, she would shower with it. This photo album was her most important possession. Actually it wasn't the album itself; it was a picture inside of it.
That picture was of her and Harry. No Ron, no Dumbledore or Weasleys. It was just her and Harry. She absentmindedly ran her fingertips over the picture, allowing them to linger longer over Harry's smiling face. She sighed.
Collin Creevey had taken the picture on the last day of school. She gave the boy four galleons just to have it done and in her hand by the time the Hogwarts Express pulled into Platform 9 ¾.
Hermione felt like crying as she stared into Harry's eyes. She loved him. She didn't tell anyone of course; for they would give the usual drabble on "you're too young to know what love is" and yadda, yadda, yadda. But, she knew she loved him.
She had heard from some people, who will remain unknown, that Harry spent every single spare moment he had next to her petrified body in their second year. To top it all off, she had flown with him. She had ridden on the back of some animal, flying through the air with an escaped convict. Hermione had flown only in the comfort of Harry James Potter, but she hated flying. That was a serious eye opener for her feelings of the boy.
Who was she though? She was just Harry Potter's bucked tooth, bushy-haired best friend. Nothing more. She didn't have a large cleavage, or the pretty girl face. She was too plain, too normal, for Harry Potter. At least they were friends though.
He hadn't returned one letter, not one, and she started to think he was mad at her. That was until Professor Lupin had sent her one saying how Harry was going through a rough time and that he would eventually reply to her. She just hoped it was soon. She couldn't take another minute of not talking to the raven-haired boy that blessed her every waking and sleeping thought.
The first clue that he wasn't in Privet Drive anymore was the gut-wrenching scream that echoed in his head. Harry looked to his right and saw the source of the scream.
A man was tied to a tree, a tree that looked neither beautiful nor dead, but decrepit. The man screamed in horror and what sounded like pleasure as three small, hunched creatures stood in front of him. They each did their own thing; one of them brought a sharp, curved dagger across his stomach. As the man was disemboweled, another of the little creatures, who was hopping around bouncing back and forth between his feet, grabbed the various shapes and sizes of organs and tossed them up to the last creature, who stood on a branch near the mans head. The final creature bound and gagged the man with his own innards. The man in response moaned in pain, screamed in agony, and pushed forward in some sexual thrill. The little creatures were stained in blood and shiny from stomach fluids, but they happily jittered to each other of a job well done. They pulled the organs tighter and tighter around the mans neck, causing him to gag and his eyes to bulge. After his head fell limp, the small ones lazily pushed all the organs back inside his stomach and the one who had done the slaughtering stuck a fingernail into the ground. As he brought it back up, Harry (who had been horrified and enthralled by the scene) watched, as it grew white. The other two impish like creatures held the mans stomach closed, the fat sticking out like a pair of lips, as the first creature brought his fingernail across the folds. It began to smoke and the wound was soon cauterized. They all nodded to each other and the man woke up, screaming yet again, as the process started over.
Harry had no idea what was going on, but he soon found himself vomiting at the barbaric nature of what he'd just seen. He continued expelling his stomach for another ten minutes and stood up from where he had been kneeling, shivers racking through his body. Then it really hit him, this was definitely not Little Whinging.
The landscape that stood before him was tinted red, as was the sky. The clouds above swirled menacingly, casting a deadly shadow over his head. "Well this isn't any different… Always a cloud over my head." Harry mumbled under his breath. He came out of his moping to at least figure out where in the hell he was.
The earth was scorched and strewn with bodies. There were giant holes, more like craters, making it look sort of like a close up picture of the moon he'd once seen in a book that Dudley didn't want. However, with the tint of red, it looked more like Mars. The trees were gnarled and charred, black as can be. A mountain range was in the distance, far to far to run to. Harry heard screams from far and near. If he squinted, he could see groups of people walking, most looked emaciated. They looked like prisoners. It looked like a Muggle war zone. Harry felt something breathing on his back; when he spun around, he received the shock of his life.
A creature… no, a MONSTER, stood behind him. It was tall, very, very tall. Harry would have considered it a dragon, but it was larger than any dragon he'd ever heard of. Its snout was flat, razor sharp teeth hung on both sides of its mouth. A pair of yellow eyes studied Harry in his petrified state, looking into his soul. Along its head, following it's back and the tail were a row of scales seemed to stick straight out from its spine. (Essentially it's the American Godzilla.)
"Merlin…" Harry whispered as a burst of air from its nostrils knocked him over.
"My apologies young one." Harry's jaw dropped… it had spoken to him.
"Wh… Who are…" He couldn't complete his sentence.
"Who am I?" Harry nodded. "My name is Occasus, I am a guardian of this domain. You are not dead so you must be the one my lord spoke of."
"Your… lord? Wait, Occasus… That's Latin for destruction isn't it?" The being cocked his head to the side.
"Indeed." He nodded. "Are you the one they call Harry James Potter?" Harry nodded and the creature… smiled? "This makes my job much easier. Come young one," he held his hand out and continued to speak at Harry's skeptical look, "do not worry, you are in no harm here." For some strange reason Harry believed him. He got into the outstretched claw and was placed atop its head. They began to move towards the mountain range.
Harry felt sick to his stomach. The air smelled of death, plain and simple. "Where are we?"
"You are in a place that many of the living have traveled not in quite some time. Not before the war, that is. We are in Abyssus." Occasus said as he walked. He'd occasionally stop to snarl at groups of people, letting Harry digest the information. He finally got the Latin translation out.
"So... I'm really in Hell?" He felt the weight of the news punch him in the chest.
"In a sense. Abyssus is not the type of 'Hell' referred to by your society. This realm is for those who are dead, yes, but not for those who have gone against the wills of a church. It isn't the individual that is sent here, it is how they are looked upon by their own society."
"That isn't fair! What if they changed!" Harry couldn't help but think of his godfather.
Occasus shook his head. "Youngling you don't understand, if they are sent here, they are here. Though they are examined closely, and if indeed they were wrongly accused, then there shall be no punishment. Yet there is no way out, their stay shall be… enjoyable…" Harry couldn't believe his ears. First he winds up in Hell. Then he is told how people are chosen. Then he is finally expected that their stay is supposed to be "enjoyable"?
"What about that man I saw? That didn't look enjoyable!"
"Do you know who he was?" Harry thought for a moment, clearly trying to remember the face. He sighed, if only Hermione was here.
"Is he famous?" The giant nodded. Yep, if Hermione was here than she'd definitely know. "I don't know."
"Joseph Stalin." Harry's eyes grew wide; he'd seen the most ruthless dictator in the history of the world being tortured.
"Dear god…" Occasus laughed, it resounded itself for miles around, causing groups of people to flee in terror. "What?" Harry demanded.
"God. Pitiful little man if you ask me." Harry sat there, shocked for one, and didn't speak for a while. He did notice that they were getting considerably closer to the mountains.
"Occasus, what exactly, um… are you?"
"I am a demon, the demon of destruction. Thrice have I helped purge the undesirables of the Earth, and will soon do it again, if you do not complete your task."
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked him; more and more information was beginning to pile up in his head. He was starting to get irritated.
"I shall have my master explain." Harry sighed, it was the only he was going to get.
The ride was becoming boring. The only wildlife he saw were some ravens, as black as his hair, flying from their perches, high on top of dead tree branches, down to decaying bodies, tearing their eyes from their heads or picking at wounds. Harry noted grimly that the bodies were not dead, but all were still alive. This place really was hell.
"We are here." Occasus said, taking Harry from his head and placing him in front of a tall doorway. The door was made from water, or what looked to be water. He was nudged forward from a large nose. "It shalt not harm you youngling." And Harry believed him. Harry took a deep breath and put an arm through the wall of rippling, blue liquid.
"Mother Fucker!" He screamed and pulled his arm back out, his skin had begun to sizzle, while the flesh just fell off of his arm. He turned on Occasus and glared at him. "You! You said it wouldn't hurt!" He grunted through his grinding teeth; the pain was more than unpleasant.
"You must go through completely. I may have lied a tad, and I apologize Harold."
"Harry… Its just Harry." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Quickly taking a breath, Harry leapt through the portal. He had never felt such pain in his life. It was awful, he watched and felt his skin just fall off. He could hear his joints popping in ways they shouldn't have been moving. It only lasted for thirty seconds, not even, but it felt like much longer.
When he came out on the other side, Harry noticed an instant change. He was naked, that much he was certain, but he was… larger. His entire structure, from his foot size to his height had grown. He felt older too. His hair was longer, it actually fell into his eyes. He now stood somewhere around two meters (six feet). His arms held muscle hat he had never had before. He admired them in the glistening red light of the room he was in, which reminded him… He looked up to see a younger man looking at him with an amused expression. Harry covered himself with his hands.
"Excuse me, but would it be possible for me to get some bloody clothes!" Harry noticed that his voiced had become deeper and had taken a more menacing tone. The man laughed and nodded, while Harry caught two half dressed women, out of the corner of his eye, pointing and giggling at him. Their eyes were laced with lust as well. He blushed furiously and was grateful when he felt clothes appear right onto his body.
He was surprised at what they were exactly, and took the time to acknowledge them. It was a simple get up. A thick pair of Muggle boots appeared on his feet, adding green and brown to the red floor. A pair of jeans, ripped and tattered, graced his legs, while a simple blue tee shirt, was covered by a jean jacket. 'Hmm… Not bad, Hermione's favorite colour's blue…' he allowed himself to muse and shook his head. 'Where did that come from?'
"You love her." The young man in front of Harry spoke. Harry looked at him in shock.
"Maybe like a sister, but definitely… not… Bloody hell I love Hermione." The man laughed and clasped his shoulder.
"Love does crazy things to all of us, Mister Potter."
"How exactly do you know me? More so, how did you know what I was thinking?" He eyed the man cautiously. The man smiled at him and gestured to a brilliant, black marble table.
"How about we take a seat and I shall explain everything?" Harry nodded and sat down. The man leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingertips together, as if pondering what to say. He finally nodded and spoke. "You, Harry James Potter, are the one. You are going to be the most sought after person on Earth in the next coming years." He nodded sullenly. "I assume you know where you are?"
Harry nodded. "Occasus said that this was essentially 'Hell', and you still haven't answered my other question, Mister…?" The man smiled at him.
"The names Louis, and indeed you are in hell." Harry sat there, pondering for a second.
'Louis… Louis… why does that name sound so familiar… Wait! No way… In all that is Merlin, no. Fucking. Way.' He looked back at the man, who was grinning at him, and Harry started to sputter. "You're… You're… Lucifer…" The man nodded again.
Harry looked at him, cautiously, it wasn't everyday that one met the Devil in person. He noticed that the man looked young, really young actually. His hair was unruly and blue (of all colours), it happened to be very lengthy and untamed. He looked to be slightly taller than Harry's new physique, with this soothing but dangerous aura radiating off of him. This was not the Devil he had always thought of. There were no horns; there was no tail or pointy trident. It just looked like some bloke who enjoyed life.
"Indeed I am Mister Potter."
"Harry. Call me Harry." He could not believe that he was in HELL and talking with the DEVIL, but he was still alive. Some crazy dream this was turning out to be. He did have a sneaking suspicion however, that this wasn't a dream. It felt different, it just felt too…
"Real?" Harry was startled when Louis finished his sentence.
"But how did you-"
Louis sat and tapped on his head. "I am God's brother remember, oh, wait, no you don't remember because I have been shunned in every book written since the fight. It's a shame when you really think about it." Louis scratched his chin, immersed in remembrance, while Harry sat there, dumbfounded.
Harry tried to remember all he knew about religion and sadly he came up rather… short. The Dursleys would go to church on Sundays, but never was he allowed to go. They said that his "freakishness" would start a mass (no pun intended) hysteria.
Louis must have seen the look of confusion in the boy's eyes, for he began to explain.
"This would be a lot easier, for both of us, if I start from the beginning… Sounds a bit cliché, but oh well. I am Lucifer, obviously, and this is 'Hell' as you refer to it. I prefer to call it Abyssus; it just has a cooler ring to it. And before you ask, no it is not the same as Hades. Hades is the gateway into Abyssus; more or less a tollbooth. I know this is confusing but stay with me.
Anyway, when this universe started, there were four of us. My mother: Ulyla, my father: Sanctir, my brother: Kubo, and myself: Lucifer. Now, we never really knew our parents, well I didn't at least. They put us in charge of this world, to regulate the 'otherworldly' beings already present. This is where Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, all of those Greek gods comes from. They are real, trust me I know them all personally. Each culture's leaders are real, whether it be the Greeks, Norse, Egyptians, etcetera; but they aren't the 'CEO's' of this planet. That is my brother and I.
We came here to regulate what they were doing and help them with the dead. We were not in anyway supposed to interfere with the living. Well, I watched as my brother took into account whose time it was to live and whose time it was to die. It was Hades job to decide where they would go and for what reason, my brother however had a different idea.
Kubo decided that people who worship him and do not kill go to him; the others would be tortured for all eternity. I saw that as cruel and decrepit, as did the rest of us. Zeus and Hades were especially angry for they looked over the living and decided what would happen with the dead. The common misconception is that no god had to be worshipped, though it helped, and killing for good does not condemn your soul for the rest of eternity.
So, we come to the fight. Now, I am assuming that you no somewhat of what happens in that book my brother enjoys so thoroughly?" He looked at Harry over his hands, which were clasped in an arch together on top of the table. Harry, who was still trying to absorb all of this information, shook his head.
"Sorry," he noticed at that moment how low his voice had become. "My aunt and uncle thought that I would just cause trouble so they never took me to church." Lucifer looked livid.
"Those conniving little mortals!" He hit the table and the sheer power radiating off of him sent the two women from before spiraling across the floor. Somehow Harry wasn't affected by it at all, it seemed to be insignificant.
Harry shrugged. "I'm used to it. Just continue."
"They will pay. Trust me young one, they will pay. Essentially the story goes that I was tossed from Heaven. I was an 'Angel' and such, but that's a load of crap. Like I explained, we were the 'Head Honchos' of the dead world. There was no heaven or hell up until our little… tussle.
Kubo said, if I remember correctly, that 'Man was put on this Earth to listen to his every whim, serve him in everyway possible, and there would be only peace.' I reminded that there needed to be a grey area, there needed to be balance. He became angry with me and said that I knew nothing. I kept calm and also reminded him that the Origins, which are the other gods, were here before us. He proceeded to hit me across the jaw and which started the war.
He created the angels, and grabbed the attention of man. I held my own with the Origins. He used man, manipulated them so they would not believe in the Origins and renounce me. We began to lose, they slaughtered many humans and his manipulation led them to wage war against us. With almost no more power, I had to use drastic measures. Thus, Occasus was born."
"Occasus?" This conversation was actually entertaining. It kept Harry's attention, but he couldn't help feel sad. Hermione would have been asking questions left and right, scrunching her nose in confusion, which made his heart sore up to his throat.
Louis smirked. "Your Hermione will be able to hear all of this, trust me. As for Occasus, yes he was created to help us win the war."
Harry was going to ask how he knew about his desire for Hermione to be there, but quickly remembered the telepathy thing, and blushed about her being "his" Hermione. He instead waved his hand for Louis to continue.
"Anyway, Occasus is the demon of destruction. He of course was sent to fight on our behalf, so the purge happened. He was the cause of the Plague in the middle ages. He was the cause of two other events, yet they seem to slip my mind at the moment, when everyone's thoughts are in your head it is a bit difficult to find your own amongst them.
So we have been in a stalemate since… Oh…100 something. That's your background information. So any questions?"
Harry sat there with a look on his face that just screamed "duh". Louis laughed, deep and hollow, and shook his head.
"All your questions will be answered, just let me get to the reason I have brought you here. You remember when I told my brother that there needed to be an area of grey, not light nor dark?" Harry nodded, not finding his voice at the moment. "Well there was a prophecy made approximately fourteen years ago. That prophecy was about you."
"Me?" Although sudden, it really didn't surprise Harry. He was not your run of the mill guy.
Louis nodded. "I'll let you find out the entire thing later, it adds to the assertiveness you now possess. In short it simply states that you are the only one who can defeat Voldemort."
"Oh. Well that isn't really surprising or anything." Harry just shrugged. He'd already figured since Riddle had come back twice already, that he would personally have to do something about it.
"Yeah, the only thing is that the prophecy is… worded a bit differently. Okay, moving on. Now for the reason I brought you here.
Harry, you are the most powerful wizard in the world. Dumbledore is a conniving little shit and has done you wrong all your life. The Weasleys aren't much better. Your friend Hermione however is one of the most loyal and strongest people I have ever viewed. This year ahead is the beginning of the end, and Hermione is one of the few that will actually stay with you through it all.
Now that we have gone over that Hermione is the most important person in your life, there is something that I must ask of you."
"Well Louis," Harry began, "I must say that this whole ordeal is strange. I met the demon of destruction, I am in Hell, and I'm sitting here talking to Lucifer. I found out that most of modern religion is a crock and that there are beings more powerful than anyone really knows. So I gotta say… What can I do for you?" Louis smiled.
"That-a-boy Harry! Okay. So as I explained the need for grey in the world, my brother is trying to expel everything that he believes 'Evil' from your world. We can't have that. What my brother does not understand, is that there is no balance if there is only light. We aren't really that evil; we are only evil to those who are horrible in life. You'll get a better explanation of that when you meet with Hades, anyway-"
"Wait a minute!" Harry finally cut in. "I'm meeting Hades too?"
Louis smiled. "You'll be in for a treat, but let me finish. You are our warrior Harry! You need to help us keep balance, to fight off the forces that Kubo is going to send. In order to do this you will receive three… gifts from me."
"What if I don't want to do this?" Harry asked, his eyebrow rose. Louis just laughed.
"Remember young one, I can read your thoughts. I know that there is no doubt in your mind about this." Harry sheepishly smiled and Louis continued. "One freebie was when you walked through the portal. You are now emancipated. You have muscle, strength, and inconceivable speed. My three gifts are coming as of now. First, you have all the magical knowledge and skill right here." Louis leaned over the table and flicked him between his eyes.
The force was epic. Harry flew across the room and smacked into the opposing wall. "Shit, that hurt!" Harry grabbed at his forehead, but the pain was numbed almost immediately. He stared at a grinning Louis. He got up and sat in his chair. "Do that again," he grabbed Louis by the shirt and drug him right up to his eyes, "and I swear no amount of Otherworldly power will be able to put you back together."
The two women got up and snarled, but Louis chuckled and waved them off. "This is the warrior that we need. So, would you like to hear what this gift entails?"
Harry took a claming breath, noticing how acrid the air was, and nodded. Louis smiled that now 'catch-phrase' like grin he'd been using.
"Well it entails wandless magic for one and not that puny little stuff they teach you at that school. It entails powerful magic, the kind considered dark by the current world. But do you know what Dark Magic really is Harry?"
Harry pondered the question for a moment. Did he know the meaning of it? Well sure, it had killed his parents. But was that really the magic or was that Voldemort? 'Come on Potter,' he mentally shouted at himself, 'what would Hermione say?' And there was his answer, clear as day.
"Well, there really isn't Dark Magic. It's the one who uses it and how it's intended. If it is intended to do bad, then it could be considered dark. But, if it's for a cause, then the 'Dark Magic' isn't really that bad… depending on opinion though." Harry finished; thoughtfully thinking of the situation a little bit more.
"Well I must say Potter, that's an answer that your girl would find impressive!" Louis just smiled, as did Harry, who didn't even deny the remark. "Now the magic you possess is incredibly powerful, it's also ancient. Magic that can do horrible things to your enemy, or it can do wonders. It isn't resurrecting magic I'm afraid; yet it is the most powerful you will ever see. To use it, literally just think of what you want to happen and it does."
"Wow. Thanks? I'm not really sure what's going on!" Harry had himself a laugh. "I'm still confused about this entire thing, but I guess time will clear that subject up, correct?" Louis nodded. "Then by all means, proceed."
"Okay, so we got that you are seventeen, fully emancipated, and the most powerful wizard of all time. Gift number two is one of my favorites. I'm afraid I have to flick you again." Harry glared at him, but nodded. Louis flashed him an apologetic glance, then flicked him between the eyes.
As Harry sailed across the room, a thought struck him. He held his hands behind him and thought 'Stop!' and to his amazement, Harry stopped in mid air. He was levitating. He grinned and began to float back to his chair.
"Took that on pretty quickly, huh?"
"This is incredible! I can fly without a broom?" Harry's wide eyes gave the impression of a child on Christmas morning. Louis nodded. "Wicked."
"Yes, well this next gift is even better, so sit down and listen up." Harry sat and listened attentively. What could be better than flying without a broom? "Now the second gift is just as, if not more, powerful than the last. Now, you can use your mind to accomplish things."
Harry just looked at him, his head slightly tilted in confusion. "I have no idea what you mean."
"Yeah," Louis rubbed the back of his head and grinned apologetically, "that explanation kinda sucked. I'll just be blunt with it. You are a master in Occlumency and Legilimency." When Harry still looked like he was confused, Louis grunted his frustration. "What in Ares are they teaching you people at that crappy school now-a-days? Occlumency is a form of 'mind magic' in which you block advances of people reading your thoughts, and/or seeing your memories. Dumbledore has been using it on you for years, manipulative old fucker. Now you have an impenetrable mental shield around your subconscious. Legilimency is along the same lines. It, however, is reading others thoughts and controlling them. Also, you can tear people to pieces with your mind, or have them go insane. It's a very powerful gift."
"Wow… What do you mean that Dumbledore has been doing it to me for years?"
"Harry, you have to understand, Dumbledore isn't really the great guy the media has made him out to be. Actually he is an awful human. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on him, oh well. Hopefully you could see to it that he is exposed so my brother won't get him and I can punish him rightfully."
"What are you talking about?" Louis shook his head.
"Occasus will explain later. Oh and that's my third gift by the way. Occasus is going back with you. He is now your right hand man, bodyguard, what ever you will. He has been good to me, but he may serve you better. Well Harry, it's been good meeting you, but I have business to attend to. Oh, but before I forget, there are really only six people who you can trust. Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood. Those are the only ones who you can trust with this information. There will be others to help you a long, but for now just stick with them. Now I'm giving you one more freebie. You can pass on these gifts and information instantly with the first person you kiss, so PLEASE confess your feelings for Hermione!"
"WAIT! I have so many questions! I still have no idea what just happened, all of it was broken up and confusing as hell!"
"Just ask Occasus! Bye Harry! Now, where were we ladies?"
Harry opened his eyes and groaned. It was black in his room. The sky had lost all it's light and the clouds had overtaken the moon and stars.
He looked around and heard Hedwig ruffle her feathers. Then he realized that his bed was really hard, and wooden. Realizing that he was on the floor, he got up and made his way to the bathroom, smacking his toe into the wall.
"Son of a bitch!" Woah, his voice was really low… wait, that had been a dream right? He quickly made it into the bathroom and turned the light on.
He looked at his features for the first time, or what seemed like the first time. Nope, it wasn't a dream. He was older, more rugged. He was taller; his hair was down to his shoulders, which were broad and built. His chest was chiseled and hard. His jaw dropped at the sight of himself. This was wild.
He splashed some water on his face, making sure it was real. Yep. He was a warrior for Lucifer, who seemed like a nice bloke.
Harry walked back into his room and switched on his desk lamp. Hedwig hooted at the change in light and Harry watched her eyes grow even wider at the sight of his new 'makeover'.
"Hey girl, do you like it?" He struck a pose; his feathered friend hooted her approval… or disapproval. Oh well. "Wanna go and hunt?" He unlocked her cage, and she graciously flew up onto his large shoulder. She nibbled his ear and he opened his window. He watched as she flew gracefully into the night and he sat at his desk.
"So youngling, I do not even receive a hello?" Harry spun around and saw a grey and red mist floating over his bed. He raised an eyebrow towards it.
"Occasus?"
"Very astute of you Harold."
Harry blushed and gritted his teeth. "Its just Harry. Oh whatever! What happened to the big demon form?"
"Obviously, Harold, I would be noticed. I can change to it anytime I wish. I have many forms that you shall see." Harry was still murmuring how his name was just Harry, but accepted his answer.
"So… What now?"
"Hmm. Well your bank shall have a letter sent in the morning and you can leave this place forever."
Harry's heart soared. He didn't come to that conclusion before, but he was of age now. He could do what ever he wanted. No more Dursleys! No one could tell him what to do.
"Perhaps you should respond to the one who holds your heart?" Harry thought about it.
'Yeah. It is time to tell Hermione what's going on.' As he picked up a quill and some parchment, he looked at the cloud. "Occasus, I believe that this is the beginning of a good friendship."
"Likewise Harold. Likewise."
A/N: So I hope you enjoyed it. I know it was really confusing, but I swear that it will clear up as I continue it. Harry is going to visit many more beings throughout the Summer, gaining more power and knowledge. Now he is emancipated, he is built like Hercules, and he is one BAMF. This isn't going to be a story where he and Hermione tip-toe around each other like some crushing little tweens, nope its gonna be like "Hey Hermione!" and bam!... Maybe not that quickly, but yeah.
Next Chapter: Harry finds out his inheritance from Gringotts and just how rich he really is. He leaves Private Drive, and gets to spend the Summer with some awesome people.