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;

2. Hear Me Roar

Eyes Like the Devil

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

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Key Pairing: Harry/Kai; Neville/Ginny;

Other Pairings: To be determined

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INSTEAD: A Heads-up

Thanks to a dear friend of mine, I've managed to give this story a proper plotline and idea that will start to unfold with this chapter.

Unfortunately, this does also mean I changed the pairing and, now, the story is Slash – cue the haters.

In case you're wondering, the original idea I had for the pairing was just one I randomly decided, but, as soon as my dear friend helped put more puzzle pieces into place, the rightful idea unfolded.

So, a special thanks to Winged Seer Wolf and, to everyone else, never forget…

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"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.

"Oh dear, you are in trouble!"

Chapter 2: Hear Me Roar

Given the fact she'd once caught him when he'd helped the ungrateful, backstabbing traitor next to him smuggle a dragon out of Hogwarts, not to mention during the Parseltongue incident and when he'd risked his life to save said ungrateful prick's sister, Harry highly doubted he'd seen McGonagall looking anywhere as close to pissed off as she did at that moment.

As her eyes roamed over the parchment that had been attached to Harry's ruined trunk and robes, he actually thought he saw her skin tone flash like a traffic light; one moment, she was red-as-red-could-be and the next, she was paler-than-pale-white, and the next, new-shade-of-purple and, finally, even greener than Slytherin colours, suggesting either extreme nausea or envy.

Personally, Harry bet on the lesser, mostly-because of how her lips were pursed tighter than Petunia could dream of going while, from time to time, Harry also noticed her hands tremble while her pupils went smaller than pinpricks until, finally, she slammed the parchment down on top of Harry's trunk as she glared daggers at the Weasleys.

"Percival!" hissed McGonagall, her voice so tense and enraged, she actually did a very flattering impression of Snape; even moreso when Harry also noticed she kept her jaws clenched tightly as she hissed at the eldest of the traitors. "Hand in your badge…"

"What?" asked Percy, earning a roll of the eyes from Harry: how big did this limp-dicked, raisin-sized testicle-possessing moron's aforementioned stones have to be to think he could actually speak out against McGonagall when she was like this?

Pretty big, Harry guessed, given how he continued, "You…you can't do…"

"Accio Head Boy Badge!" snapped McGonagall, once again showing she was not asking him; she was fucking telling him to do it and, if he wouldn't give it up willingly, he'd lose it by force.

As the badge flew onto the Deputy's desk, McGonagall continued using her Snape-esque impression as she snarled at the Weasleys through very clenched teeth, "Percival Weasley! Frederick Weasley! George Weasley! AND ESPECIALLY Ronald Weasley! The four of you are SUSPENDED from Hogwarts, for how long? I neither know nor care right now!"

"NO!"

"IT CAN'T BE THAT BAD!"

"IT WAS ALL PERCY'S IDEA!"

"ACTUALLY, IT WAS MINE! BUT WHY SHOULD WE BE SUSPENDED BECAUSE POTTER CAN'T…"

"Potter can't what, Ronald?" asked Harry, folding his arms as he looked to Ron, who suddenly seemed to have remembered his former best friend was still in the room. "No; go on. I'm curious to hear exactly what you think of me, but, before you do…how did she do that?"

Drawing his own wand from his robe – a small part of him relieved to notice how he still had said wand – Harry waved his wand through the air like McGonagall had done before he commanded, "Accio Invisibility Cloak. Accio vault key."

To McGonagall's surprise, and slightly-impressed air, Harry's summoning spells did exactly what the young lion hoped, though when Harry saw his key fly out of Ron's pocket, while his cloak slipped out from underneath the Weasley Twins, he didn't know whether to be more-annoyed or, like his now-former Head of House, just plain pissed off.

Pocketing his vault key, if only for now, Harry listened as McGonagall continued laying it into the betrayers, "Now, while I wish I could award points for such flawless casting on Mr Potter's part, thanks to you four and your ignorance, I cannot. Furthermore, since the four of you will be leaving Hogwarts before the end of today, I have to know: what were you thinking?"

"He's a monster!" cried Ron, indicating Harry for emphasis, "We heard Dumbledore and that greasy git: it's his fault Gryffindor Tower was…"

"What, exactly, did you hear, Mr Weasley?"

To Harry's surprise, the question came from none other than Dumbledore himself, who'd just walked through the door, wearing a disappointed look that even Muggle children would be terrified to see on the face of the head of their school, because it meant just one thing.

They were fucked!

As if that wasn't bad enough, Professors Snape, Flitwick and Sprout all seemed to have been rounded up and brought to the meeting with the Headmaster, along with Arthur and Molly Weasley, the latter of whom looked somewhere between annoyed and shocked, especially when she saw her four boys sitting there, along with Harry.

As the other adults entered the office, McGonagall conjured chairs for all of them – though, to Harry's curiosity, Professor Flitwick seemed the most-willing to stay close to him, while Snape, as usual, tried to put as much distance between him and Harry as he could, with the others taking up the space left over, the Weasley elders now with their boys – before she looked to Ron, who suddenly looked as sick and nauseous as McGonagall had looked just a few minutes ago.

"Well, Mr Weasley?" asked the Gryffindor Head, "What did you hear?"

"That he's the reason Black attacked the Fat Lady!" snapped Ron, pointing a finger at Harry, before he added, "Do you realise what that means? It means, yet again, famous Harry Potter's putting my House in danger, just like he did last year with my sister, and Hermione, and even Nearly-Headless Nick! Then there was all that shite with the dragon…"

"Language, Ronald!" exclaimed Molly.

Harry, however, had officially heard more than enough from the redhead, "So that gives you the right to steal from me, does it, Ronald?"

"My son doesn't…"

Before Molly could finish defending Ron, however, Harry saw McGonagall flick her wand at the parchment that she'd read, duplicating it several times over before she handed each one to an adult, while she also explained, "That was in Mr Potter's possession, left there after your sons forced him out of Gryffindor Tower because of something he could not control…"

"Again…" said Harry, coughing hard to cover up the word, though, judging by the smirk that danced on Dumbledore's lips, even as he read the note that Minerva had given him and the other adults, he hadn't done too good of a job covering it up.

As all the adults finished reading what was there, Harry suddenly got a very bad feeling when he saw Molly's face redden so much that, in a weird, scary way, it almost seemed to turn a mixture of red-and-black with how pissed off she looked.

Whatever the excuse, Harry couldn't resist slamming his hands over his ears, earning shocked looks from the others before, to the dread of the Weasley boys, their Mother rose up, moving past Dumbledore – who flicked his own wand, conjuring some very thick-looking earmuffs for everyone there, as though following Harry's train of thought – until, standing right behind her boys, she clasped both Ron and Percy's shoulders in her hands, her teeth grinding together as she breathed very deeply, very heavily and very loudly.

"Oh…"

"Shit…"

The words of the Weasley Twins couldn't have been more-appropriate, as Harry found himself agreeing with them just a few seconds later…

Eyes

"RONALD WEASLEY! PERCIVAL WEASLEY! DO EITHER OF YOU HAVE ANY UNEARTHLY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE? AND TO A BOY WHOM YOU NOT ONLY OWE YOUR FAMILY'S CONTINUED EXISTENCE TO, BUT WHOM YOU, AND MANY OTHERS, OWE THEIR LIVES SO MANY TIMES OVER? TO STEAL FROM THIS PERSON, JUST BECAUSE SOMETHING HAPPENED TO GRYFFINDOR HOUSE! AND YOU TWO? SUPPORTING THIS UNDESERVED COUP AND, FOR WHAT? GREED? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? HOW DARE YOU STAND AGAINST A MAN WHOM IS THE ONLY REASON YOU STILL HAVE A SISTER! A FAMILY! A SCHOOL! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! THIS IS BY FAR THE WORST THING ANY OF YOU HAVE EVER DONE! I SWEAR! IF HARRY SUGGESTS HAVING YOU ARRESTED, RONALD, I WILL GO STRAIGHT TO LUCIUS-FUCKING-MALFOY IF IT MEANS GETTING IT DONE!"

Even all the way down in the Slytherin dungeons, not to mention out in his hut, the likes of Draco Malfoy and Rubeus Hagrid trembled in fear, dread and no small amount of pity for the poor, unfortunate souls who might be on the receiving end of the explosion of sound that tore through Hogwarts as each and every person there – no matter what floor they were on – heard the biggest blow-up in history!

Eyes

In the dorms and Common Room of Gryffindor Tower itself, every Gryffindor who'd assisted with the Weasley Family's coup against Harry Potter felt Lucifer himself walking over their graves, especially in the case of Hermione Granger, who suddenly wished she could break the biggest rule of her year thus far and change the past.

Unfortunately, without stopping herself, literally, she couldn't do anything, but suffer the consequences of listening to Ronald's rants.

All of which had, more than likely, cost her far much more than just the friendship of a boy whom, as the explosion had said, she owed so much to.

Eyes

In a lone corner of Gryffindor Tower, Ginny Weasley was trying to make herself as small as possible, earning a sad smile from Neville, as he patted her shoulder in a supportive manner.

"Don't worry."

Suddenly, both Gryffindors looked up as an unknown voice addressed them, courtesy of a young man, who smiled at them with warmth and light.

"He won't forget those who are with him…and pity all against him; you'll see."

Then, turning on his heel, the young man left, earning a curious look from Neville, "Who was that? I don't remember seeing him around here."

"I don't know," said Ginny, before she gulped hard as she tried to avoid looking at her housemates.

"But I hope he's right about Harry…"

Eyes

"All right, Harry; the coast is clear now."

"What?" asked Harry, smacking his ears as he groaned, "Sorry, Headmaster; I…I can't quite hear that. I think my ears are still ringing from Mrs Weasley's personally-delivered Howler."

To Harry's bewilderment, even Snape seemed amused by that remark, before Harry looked to Molly, who was now sobbing against her husband, while Ron, Percy, Fred and George all seemed to be bleeding from the ears, thanks to their Mother's furious cries. Arthur, meanwhile, seemed to be able to silently agree with Harry's statement as he held onto his sobbing wife, before, clearing his throat, Arthur addressed Harry.

"Harry…Mr Potter…I…I know I have no right to…to ask anything of you, especially…especially with how we already owe you so much for saving Ginny…and I also know how many times you've risked everything for Ron and…and your friends. But…please; if…if you ever…"

"Let me stop you there, Mr Weasley," said Harry, pretending to clean out his ear again before, rising from his seat, he looked not to Arthur, but to the younger Weasleys as he explained, "Now, if I were in a forgiving mood, I'd say that suffering a close-and-personal Howler from your Mum was bad enough. But, like Professor McGonagall said: I don't deserve any of this. I don't even know why Sirius Black is after me, much less why he would come to Gryffindor Tower during a Hogsmeade Weekend when, as far as he's aware, I was with you lot anyway."

"I find myself agreeing with Mr Potter about that part," said Pomona, earning a thankful smile from Harry, before she asked, "But, on another note, Potter: are you saying that you don't know who Sirius Black is to you? Who he was to your parents? Why, even Professor Snape could tell you, as could Professor Lupin, in point of fact."

"No offence meant to either of you right now, Professor Sprout," argued Harry, jerking his head in Snape's direction as he explained, "But the only time Professor Snape speaks to me is to insult my knowledge, belittle my work or, more often than not, complain about how I'm just like my Dad. A guy who, from what I know from Headmaster Dumbledore, saved his ignorant hide just like I saved Ginny Weasley, who, I'm relieved to at least hope isn't part of this."

"Me too," chorused Molly and Arthur, while, to Harry's surprise, Snape seemed to take Harry's remark with a pinch of salt.

Pomona, meanwhile, looked to Dumbledore in surprise as she asked, "Are you telling me that he doesn't even know Black is his godfather?"

"Godfather?" asked Harry, earning guilty looks all round, even from the Weasleys, the sight of which made Harry feel annoyed all over again, "So, everyone knows, but me: is that what I'm being made to understand?"

"Don't…don't…pre…pretend…you…you…"

"BANG!"

As soon as Harry yelled the word, Ron and his brothers jumped, earning a scoff from Harry, while, again, he thought he saw Snape's lips twitch in amusement as Harry scowled, "Wow! Avoid loud noises, boys; I can't imagine what use you'd be on the Quidditch Pitch. I know I'd certainly hate to be you two when Oliver Morning-Wood learns he's not only lost his best Seeker because of a Weasley's stupidity, but he's also lost the Human Bludgers of Hogwarts for a whole year…his final year, in fact!"

Judging by the twin thuds that hit the floor, Fred and George seemed to have gotten the message, and not just from their Mother.

Harry, meanwhile, looked not to the Weasley Twins, but to Dumbledore, who seemed just as guilt-ridden as the rest of them.

"How predictable," drawled Harry, sinking back onto the chair conjured for him as he scowled, "Once again, there's something I could have known beforehand, but, once again, you don't want to tell me: I don't suppose you're also willing to tell me why everyone's walking on eggshells about the whole godfather and Black thing, are you, Headmaster?"

"I…I'm sorry, Harry…"

"No, you're not," scoffed Harry, looking back to the Weasleys as he explained, "But, getting back to it; these cowards, who've all but expelled me from Hogwarts and the only home and connection I had left to my parents."

"Oh, here we go with the…."

Before Ron could finish, McGonagall's wand found his mouth, sealing it shut in such a way that Harry couldn't resist laughing, "Please, Professor; teach me that spell! Hell, teach it to all Gryffindors because I bet I'm not the only one who'd love to shut him up!"

"It's the Oscausi Hex, Potter," said Snape, earning a huh of curious emotion from Harry.

"Wow; never thought I'd say this, but…thank you, Professor Snape," said Harry, earning a surprisingly-subtle scoff from Snape, before Harry looked again to the Weasleys as he asked, "But, getting back to my point: now I'm out of Gryffindor, what does that mean, exactly?"

"Well, first and foremost, you're entitled to a resort, Potter," replied Pomona, earning a surprised look from Harry.

"I can do that?"

"It's an old rule that hasn't been necessary in this school since before I was a student here," explained Dumbledore, earning an impressed whistle from Harry, while the Headmaster looked to the Weasley teens, all of whom seemed to shrivel up beneath his glare as he continued, "In fact, once the suspension that I suspect Professor McGonagall has handed out is done, I would highly suggest that Messers Ronald, Frederick and George undertake such drastic measures to separate the three of you and fast!"

"And Percy?" asked Harry.

Here, Arthur picked up the conversation, "Well, given the fact he's seventeen, Mr Potter, Percy can be tried as an adult for aiding in the theft of items and even attempted theft of wealth from a House like yours…"

"And once again, I have no idea what you're on about, Mr Weasley," argued Harry, sending a suspicious, if not accusing look in Dumbledore's direction as he added, "But, trust me, I have no desire to take any of this to court; the fact that these idiots did this because of Black and all the craziness that, conveniently, involved me before now is stupid enough. However, add in how, on more than a few occasions, Ronald was right there hogging the limelight and basically being part of the solution to those problems anyway and, trust me, I'm sorely tempted to go right to the top…and I don't mean Minister Fudge."

"You mean a contest of Family Honour and Magic," said Filius, earning a slow nod from Harry, while the goblin professor looked to the Weasleys as he explained, "As you so willingly announced, Lord Weasley, Mr Potter holds your family indebted to him by saving Miss Weasley's life and, as even I am aware, also saving your youngest son's life on several occasions. Hell, if he so wished, Potter could invoke magics powerful enough to make every person in this country realise the magnitude of the debt they owe him…"

"How?" asked Harry.

"Voldemort, Harry," said Dumbledore, him and Harry ignoring the shudders and gasps that came with the name. "When you vanquished him as a baby, and have done since then, you actually hold a great debt over this whole nation, not to mention all the families who had offspring capable of being born because they live in an age of peace."

"Good thing I don't hold grudges or use the past to target the future…eh, Professor?" asked Harry, earning a disgruntled look from Snape, while even Filius managed to show a sense of agreement with the boy's words.

"Anyway," said Harry, clearing his throat as he continued, "As I was saying, I would be willing to go right to the top because, and this might surprise some of you…"

Again, he looked to Snape as he said this.

"…But, after saving Ginny last year, I actually did my homework on what that means, magically-speaking, so I know for a fact that, if I so wished, I could use Ginny's life-debt to make the entire family my…servants!"

Even Snape heard the hatred that Harry used when he said that last word, before the young boy went on, "However, I've been a servant, or very near to one and, not even when I had a House Elf offering himself to me have I ever wanted anyone else to suffer for it. So, on the topic of what can happen to make up for this…I just have one thing to say."

Here, Harry walked over to Ron before, to everyone's surprise, Harry punched the youngest Weasley square in the face, leaving him bleeding, while Harry then turned to Fred and George, both of whom seemed to have recovered from their collapsing fit, but were now shaking like shitting dogs before the Big Bad Wolf before them.

"You want my forgiveness?" asked Harry, earning chorused nods from the Twins. "Quit the team, give up the pranking bullshit and be real wizards, not just jokes who need everyone to take notice of them!"

"Harry…" gasped Fred, but Harry ignored him as he walked over to Percy.

"As for you…" sneered Harry, looking at the spot where Percy's badge used to reside as he explained, "I'd say you've been humiliated enough, but I think you really need to learn your lesson. So, if you choose to come back to Hogwarts after your suspension ends, you'll work towards achieving this goal when you graduate: apprenticing, and eventually working under your Father in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office!"

Percy suddenly looked like Voldemort himself had walked into the room, while Harry smiled apologetically in Arthur's direction as he explained, "I don't mean any offence when I say this, Mr Weasley, but, from what I've heard, it's one of the lowest of the low departments in the Ministry."

"None taken, Mr Potter…"

"Harry, sir," said Harry, earning relieved looks from both Weasley elders, before Harry walked over to Mrs Weasley and, to everyone's surprise, including a smiling Dumbledore, Harry was the one to initiate a hug against Mrs Weasley, who gasped before she wrapped her arms around Harry, quite-possibly hugging someone else for the first time ever without crushing their ribs.

"I don't blame you for their crimes, Mrs Weasley," said Harry, patting the Weasley matriarch on the back before he sniffled, wiping a stray tear from his eyes as he turned back to the others, "You…you opened your home to me when…when three of these traitors helped rescue me from my own version of Azkaban…"

Behind Harry, McGonagall's eyes narrowed in dark suspicion as she glared at Dumbledore, before Harry went on, "You also helped me when I didn't know how to get onto the platform and, in many ways, Mrs Weasley, you've made me feel like I can understand what it's like having…"

"Please don't finish that sentence, Harry-dear," whispered Molly, earning a surprised look from Harry, before Molly shook her head as she explained, "I…I don't deserve to…to be compared to…to Lily, may she rest in peace. Not…not when even he could tell you she wouldn't allow any children of hers to…to do anything close to what my boys have done to you…"

Not to Harry's surprise, Molly indicated Snape as she explained this, earning a slow nod from said Potions Master, before Molly went on, "I only knew her by…by association, but, if I can say one thing, it…it'd be that she would be proud if…if she could see you now, Harry-dear. Your mercy, even when it's not deserved, and your…your loyalty…your heart…she would be so proud…"

"We'll never know," said Harry, looking from Molly to the other Weasleys as he explained, "I don't know what is going to happen next, but I know this much: for the first time in three years, I want people to know what happened in here. If they come for me, fine, but I'm done holding back and playing with kid-gloves; if they go for you, however, don't come crying to me. Apart from these two fine people behind me and your sister, who I didn't even see among the crowd of betrayers in red, so I hope is as innocent as I hope she is…"

To his surprise, Harry saw the Twins nod, before Harry went on, "My point is, you wanted to wash your hands of me, Ronald and Percival: congrats, you've got your wish and, in the event that my resort sends me back to Gryffindor, you can guarantee this much…"

Here, Harry walked back to Ron, before he intentionally kicked the prat's chair over, so he was pinning Ron beneath his shoe as he scowled, "The best mate of the Boy-Who-Lived I know you kept claiming you were? That's never going to happen again: right now, and probably for as long as I am breathing, I now hold Ronald and Percival Weasley in the same area of respect that I hold Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley!"

Even Dumbledore was speechless at that remark, before Harry drove the nail in for good.

"And since they locked me up like an animal, as you well know, Ronald, I think that tells you just how little you mean to me anymore!"

Chapter 2 and, yikes: talk about hitting hard and fast, while showing how grateful they should be they're not dealing with someone on the Dark Side, but will the traitors learn their lesson?

Also, I wonder who that mystery person was who gave Neville and Ginny a glimmer of hope?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Home truths known and shared, Harry goes for his resort, but when he does, something very strange, beyond-unexpected and insane to the point of far crazier than even Harry could come up with happens, which sets a new ball rolling down the path of destiny;

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AN: Change

So, I imagine a lot of people won't like the changes I've made, or the way Harry dealt with the betrayals, but…well, let me put it this way.

The worst is yet to come.

AN2: Bashing

Also, traitors aside, you might also notice I'm trying to reduce the amount of bashing in this story, which includes making some normally-bad and hated characters allies and supporters of Harry's;

Hey, there's nothing wrong with mixing it up once in a while.

And besides, fan opinions aside, no-one can deny how warm and motherly Dame Julie can be, or how supportive and mentor-like Michael Gambon can be when they want to be in a role, right?

And then there's Alan Rickman – RIP – who I'm sure some of you will agree, humanised the greasy git more than JK ever could have done; so, if you're a hater of these three – Dumbledore, Molly and Snape – then this story probably won't be for you.

Oh, and just in case everyone's MOST-hated pink thing was a question for you: don't worry;

Even the brilliance of Imelda Staunton couldn't make her seem likeable, am I right?