Eyes Like the Devil

by DZ2

After the Fat Lady was attacked, those who called Harry their hero make a very stupid move. Well, Harry's done letting them pull his strings. Now, thanks to their stupidity, he's going to show them Sirius Black isn't the only one with a Devil in his eyes. Grey Superpowerful Harry/OMC;

1. The Morning After

Eyes Like the Devil: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: After the Fat Lady was attacked, those who called Harry their hero make a very stupid move. Well, Harry's done letting them pull his strings. Now, thanks to their stupidity, he's going to show them Sirius Black isn't the only one with a Devil in his eyes.

Author's Note: So, recently, someone asked me about plot points that don't get used all too often and, in thinking of them, I found myself wondering what might happen if people targeted Harry again for something he had nothing to do with – not directly – and couldn't control for the second year running.

As a result, we have this new story and, well, I think the only thing left to say is the usual:

If you don't like it, don't read it.

Recommended Reads: Champion of the Founders by StormyFireDragon, Harry Crow and You're My Density by RobSt, Aspirations by megamatt09, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Breaking Point by Carrots123, Harry Potter and the Warlock of Britain and I Want It All And More by Winged Seer Wolf, Apex and Trickshot by JustBored21, An Old and New World by Lens of Sanity and Monochrome by The BlackStaff and NightMarE

Key Pairing: Harry/Kai (OMC) Neville/Ginny;

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

/Parseltongue/

Chapter 1: The Morning After

"Eyes like the Devil he's got…and a soul as dark as his name. It's him headmaster…the one they all talk about…he's here…somewhere in the castle. Sirius Black!"

After the attack on the Fat Lady, everyone in Hogwarts was relocated to the Great Hall where, for the rest of the night, they were made to sleep in sleeping bags, almost-hardly unable to socialise, to fraternise and to discuss the reason for the night's change in events, especially so soon after the first Hogsmeade Weekend.

And, while three-quarters of the school seemed to get back to normal almost-immediately, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors were accompanied by Percy Weasley, Professor McGonagall, Argus Filch and a cautious-looking Professor Dumbledore back to Gryffindor Tower where, to the trio's displeasure, they noticed how the Fat Lady had been replaced by Sir Cadogan.

"I'd sooner bunk with the Slytherins," muttered Harry, unaware of how his sarcastic barb was, at that moment, taken quite seriously, judging by the looks, murmurs and even scowling expressions that many of his Housemates sent in his direction.

However, it wasn't until they were left to regroup before you go down to breakfast…now, no arguing, I'm Head Boy – as Percy told them – that Harry realised just how serious things had gotten.

And all in the space of one night.

Eyes

As Harry returned to the Common Room, having changed into a new, clean set of robes and readied himself for the day, he was a little surprised, if not uneasy, to discover the proverbial Red Sea blocking his passage out of the Tower.

Every Gryffindor in the Tower must have been there, all of them gathered behind Ron, Hermione, Percy, Seamus and, to Harry's disbelief, Oliver, Katie, Angelina and even the Weasley Twins. As Harry went to move through the sea of red-and-black-dressed witches and wizards, he found his path blocked by wands, mostly from the Weasleys – including Ron, to Harry's alarm – while a few others also drew their wands in a sign of warning, indicating that he should stay right where he was.

"Hey!" exclaimed Harry, holding up his hands as he asked, "What's going on?"

"What's going on, Potter," insisted Percy Weasley, his pompous, self-important attitude just as stuck-up and annoying as ever as he explained, "Is we, as a House unified, have decided that we are done housing a threat, not only to the students of Gryffindor, but also to our very school!"

"What are you talking about, Percy?" asked Harry.

"That's Head Boy Weasley to you, you filthy traitor!" snapped Percy, earning a shocked look from Harry, before Percy indicated his brother, who actually looked like he was proud of what he was hearing and seeing, as he explained, "Earlier, whilst you and several others were dragging your feet in accompanying the Headmaster and I back to our dormitories, both Ronald and Hermione revealed how, late last night, both Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore let slip that you were the cause of Gryffindor's recent misfortune."

"What are you talking about?" repeated Harry.

"We heard that greasy git!" insisted Ron, earning a cuff to the head from Hermione.

"Ronald, that's a teacher you're insulting, but, he's right too, Harry; we heard him, just like you did. What was it he said? What about Potter? Should he be warned? And how did Professor Dumbledore respond? Perhaps, but for now let him sleep. Don't deny it, Harry; we heard it, just as clearly as you did."

"Plus," added Ron, rubbing the spot where Hermione had hit him, even as he explained, "Everyone knows that the only reason Black even attacked the Fat Lady was because of you! And now, look: instead of a poor excuse for a singer and a protective portrait guarding our House, we've got an idiot who makes Filch seem preferable."

"Or, according to you, the Slytherins!" added Seamus, earning a shocked look from Harry.

"I was being sarcastic."

"What? Like last year where you were attacking Muggle-borns and ruining Quidditch for everyone?" asked Oliver, earning a disbelieving look from Harry, while the Captain pressed on. "And now, this year, you claim to get violently-attacked by Dementors, and now the Fat Lady's been assaulted protecting you, and all you can do is stand there and claim you're innocent? Don't you care about the pride of Gryffindor at all, Potter?"

"Oh, so it's back to Potter, is it, Ollie?" asked Harry, scoffing in disbelief as he added, "And, in case the rumour mill didn't reach your ears on that mile-high horse of yours, I didn't attack any Muggle-borns last year. As Hermione, Colin and Nearly-Headless Nick will agree with me about; the real culprit was…"

"Attacking people connected to you, yes, we know," finished Ron, cutting in so suddenly that Harry wondered if he'd done it to protect Ginny's pride.

Speaking of Ginny, Harry couldn't see her among the crowd of attackers, nor could he see Neville, for that matter; did that mean he had some support in this sea of savagely-minded, blinded morons who called themselves the House of the Brave?

In the meantime, Harry looked back to the Gryffindors as he explained, "Besides, I don't even know why Black's after me…"

"Of course you don't!" scoffed Ron, earning a shocked, if not hurt look from Harry, while the redhead sneered, "Come on, Harry; everyone knows! Hell, even Hermione knows and she's a Muggle-born, so don't go pretending you don't know! After all, every crazy, dangerous, life-or-death thing that happens here is because of you! What? Are you afraid of being out of the spotlight or something?"

"I never even wanted to be in the spotlight, Ronald!" snarled Harry, unintentionally letting a little of his ire show, as was evident by how the room's light dimmed while a cold, almost-Arctic wind blew through the Common Room, making the whole House shudder.

Before Harry could say anything else to try and defend himself, however, he was hit by no less than ten different spells, all of which sent him spiralling into the unknown.

Eyes

Having spent most of his young life out in the garden around Number Four, trying to make things suitable for Aunt Petunia, Harry was no stranger to the feeling of cold on his skin.

However, when he awoke to find himself slumped outside the walls of Hogwarts, his trunk looking like it had been beaten with a horde of Beater bats, as well as his robes looking more like a junked-up bundle of dirty laundry, Harry didn't know whether to be more-alarmed or angry.

The sight of the rolled-up piece of parchment lying on top of his trunk sealed that deal, especially when Harry unfurled it to read what was written there.

By the power vested in me as Head Boy, I, Percival Ignatius Weasley, do hereby decree a House censure against the cowardly little traitor, Harry James Potter, for crimes against his Housemates and endangering many lives, including my own family.

This act has been agreed by more than 75% of Gryffindor House and, as such, according to the Hogwarts Charter, it is binding.

Harry Potter is no longer welcome as a Gryffindor.

As Harry saw this last bit, fire burned in his belly while his eyes stung like he was weeping acid as he read what had been done; indeed, when he looked down at his robes – or what he could see of them in amongst the bundle – he noticed how none of them had Gryffindor Lions, or even the red trim that was there.

As if that wasn't bad enough, however, Harry read a very different style of handwriting underneath that decree;

Hey traitor,

Just so you know, we're keeping the broom: it belongs to Gryffindor, anyway.

And, for what you've cost my family, I'm taking that Cloak and your vault key.

You don't need money anyway; you're the Boy-Who-Lived.

I'm sure someone will feel sorry for you.

And just so you know, Mum, Dad AND Bill and Charlie are being told of your betrayal.

Come near my family again, I'll kill you, Potter; I swear it!

Now, Harry's eyes were burning like fire, acid and all manner of corrosive materials were right inside his eyeballs, warping his nerve endings and incinerating his optic nerves.

That…that…that traitor!

How dare he do this!

As Harry tried and failed to wipe the tears from his eyes, he felt a dark, ominous rumbling forming in his heart, coupled with a dark sensation that seemed to make his lightning-bolt scar turn ice-cold, almost like the worst level of burning that he'd felt from it was now flipped on its head, leaving only cold, dark indifference and, instead of burning pain, all Harry felt was ice-cold comfort.

But that didn't stop the tears from falling.

Because of something he couldn't stop, and had absolutely nothing to do with – again – he had now lost one of the biggest ties to his family, his parents' memories officially burned and incinerated into little more than ashes at his feet, leaving him cold, hollow, empty and…

"YOU DID WHAT?"

Suddenly, Harry's head snapped up when he heard the dim and distant echo of a certain Scottish brogue resonating from a window somewhere high overhead; as he heard the scream of fury, Harry also felt a smile cross his face, not because of the fact that the voice seemed to reach a level that rivalled a Howler from the year before.

But because, right now, he would not want to be anyone with a Lion on their chest.

As he found himself liking the thought of their fear, terror and even their guilt, Harry heard an audible crack before, to his surprise, a well-groomed House Elf appeared in front of him.

"Harry Potter?" asked the elf, their voice deep and strong, which definitely made them nothing like Dobby.

"Err…yes?"

"Good," said the elf, taking Harry's hand before the whole world spun.

Seconds later, Harry found himself sitting on a chair, in front of a very terrified-looking Ron, Fred, George and Percy Weasley.

All of them too terrified to do anything as Harry also found himself looking at a darkest-shade-of-purple-coloured face, as well as eyes so wide and fury-filled that their pupils were smaller than pinpricks as they glared daggers at the four redheads.

"What…have…you…done?" demanded Professor McGonagall, snatching the parchment from Harry's trunk, while Harry found himself smiling again, like a shark smelling blood in the water, as he turned not to McGonagall, but to his accusers and betrayers.

"As a wise man once said," drawled the former Golden Prince of Gryffindor, pulling himself up to his full height before he folded his arms confidently, smugly and with no small amount of pity or remorse for the redheaded traitors.

Especially their magpie-minded baby brother or the douchebag with the Head Boy badge on his robes.

"Oh dear, you are in trouble!"

Yowzah!

Talk about a dramatic start and, yet again, one redhead's stupidity and another's lust for money and recognition seems to have really screwed the pooch, but what's going to happen, not only to them, but to Harry?

Plus, what could the source of this strange cold comfort be that Harry feels and, now it looks like the morons have helped Pinocchio cut his strings, what will Harry do with his newfound freedom?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: A scared McGonagall is scary enough, but add in others who have a few choice words for Team Traitor and it's safe to say that none of them will be sleeping alone…in a dark room…with the lights off…and the doors unlocked…and any part of their bodies exposed for a very…long…time!

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AN: Censure

Now, I confess, the idea for the stupid move was greatly inspired by RobSt's story 'You're my Density' but, obviously, with the difference that, in this instance, Harry's the only one being locked out of the Lions' Den;

All thanks and creative right to the original creator, obviously.

Also, where do we go from here?

Ah, now there, you must keep reading to find out…