Disclaimer: As much as I want to own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
A.N. Have you ever looked up "devil" on the thesaurus? Well, I discover that a synonym
for devil is "Lord Harry" Sounds very suspicious to me. Why not Harold James Potter?
Why did J.K. Rowling say in a transcript "Harry James Potter"? If you have any
confusion, don't worry, I'll explain in the fic. Voldemort is back! And maybe Tom too.
Tom? Did I say Tom? I meant Ron. Ron's not really dead. uh.. Hmm. Fine. Tom
might be back, but it depends if I write it in, because I do pre notes, and after notes.
A duty to be done, A friend against friend
Harry quietly apparated in his demon form, and found himself standing behind two females, and one male
"What do you mean you don't know? How could you have lost it?" Nathan yelled.
"Well, why are you asking me? You're the one who should have detected it!" Persiphi yelled back in their pale earthlike world.
"Shut up the both of you. You just want me to do the researching without actually asking me." Spoke the other girl.
"Why would we do such a terrible thing?" Nathan asked sounding surprised.
"You did it last week, promising that you'd use the existence-given name. I don't get why you use your derived names. They're so infuriating." The unknown person spoke again.
"I think Virgin is perfect for you." Persiphi stated in her own defense.
"And I think Vulpecula is better for you." The person said.
"Dta psirho Mira." Persiphi said angrily. (Shut up Mira)
"I thought you forgotten the way long ago. Ommusi pilomuetpi eticeg?" the person asked mockingly. (Why remember now?)
"Leave her alone." Nathan said, annoyed.
"Fine. I'll bother you instead, eticaumpi Eridanus." The person said. (brother Eridanus)
(A/N: Gee, I wonder who the person is. Read on!)
"Are you helping or not?" Nathan asked.
"Would I ever say no to you?" she asked.
"Yes. You've stayed with mortal brother, and the rest of the temporary family." Persiphi said.
"And what is your point? You've stuck to using Persiphi. Anyway, his soul energy must have been removed, reconfigured, fragmented, and damaged. Then Helga Hufflepuff must have altered the soul shell, and filled it with her blood magic, which will either give her an heir or made the soul useless. Since you do not detect any soul missing, she must have an heir. But you couldn't find her heir, so he or she must be alive. If that's the case, only the demon lord or Voldemort could properly put him or her into non- existence, and we can bring him back. We do not want help from a mortal though, so it's the demon lord who'll have to do it." Mira said.
"I can see that the mortal Hermione has less knowledge then you do." Persiphi said.
"Your manipulation was poorly done. Now, when is that demon arriving?" Mira asked.
"I arrived a while ago." Harry growled, watching them carefully.
"We ask you to kill Seraph Hufflepuff, and Harry Potter." Mira said.
"And why would I do this?" Harry asked, staring at them with slit eyes.
"To repay the favor of bringing back Lily and James Potter." Mira stated.
"You have a deal." Harry said, and then disapparated.
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Harry half-heartedly munched on Mrs. Weasley toast the next morning. It was a very somber morning, and Ron's funeral was going to take place. An owl flew in with the Daily Prophet. Molly Weasley took the paper, and paid the owl, before looking at the front page.
"How dare they!" she exploded, before throwing the paper down, and disapparating out.
Everyone in the kitchen crowded over the paper to see what was wrong.
Harry managed to see the article.
The Weasleys and Hogwarts Ira Shmearandrun
Who's Ronald Weasley, do you ask? Why he's the son of the new Minister of Magic. The Weasley family had experienced great joy, when the father of the family, Arthur Weasley, had became Minister of Magic. Then he had gone on to discover that the twin sister and brother of Virginia and Ronald Weasley have been found. Sadly, at the same night Ronald had died. Tragic? "Very much" says reporter Ira Shmearandrun. Ronald is the best friend of the deranged Parselmouth Harry Potter, and a muggle-born witch, Hermione Granger, who has won the affections of Harry Potter and Bulgarian Seeker Victor Krum. This reporter feels that Hogwarts is the reason for all these problems, and knows Hogwarts very well because she has attended school there. But three of the four students named are Hogwarts students, and the three are Gryffindors. Slytherins are filled with dark wizards and witches. So that leaves Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw is still just fine, but as for Hufflepuffs, they hide a shocking secret. Ronald Weasley is discovered to have "died through Hufflepuff family spells" commented a very distressed and upset Arthur Weasley. Some heir or descendant of the Helga Hufflepuff has murdered Ronald Weasley. So what knowledge do the readers of the Daily Prophet gain? Well, Albus Dumbledore should be scrapped, the ministry is useless, and Arthur Weasley is a terrible father and Minister of magic. Ronald Weasley's funeral takes place today at Hogwarts.
It was a stupid article. And Ron wasn't going to stay dead for long. Not if Harry could help it. He was going to "die" at Ron's funeral. Not really though. He was only going to be dead until Ron comes back. Then he'll be alive too.
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"Merlin's beard! The Seraph is waking!" A man called Serpheyt yelled out loud.
"Quiet. He won't wake if you push him away." Said someone else, as she dragged him out of the catacomb.
The skeleton was vibrating with an otherworldly glow, and flesh slowly formed over it. It formed a robed six-foot tall teen with a trance like look on his eyes and face. The eyes were a metallic cerulean blue, and his hair was a pale blond, that looked like a very faded light orange red from different angles. Silvery feather like wings gracefully floated out of his shoulder blades, and then vanished. Then his eyes flickered.
His purpose of existence came quickly to him as long with his identity, but strangely enough, the image of a dark haired boy, and bushy haired girl came to him. He didn't know their names. He would soon forget them. They were fragments of a purposeless existence. He had to do something for these to though. If they managed to be remembered, then they deserved something. But he would handle that later. After he forgot them of course. He was Seraph Hufflepuff, sole heir of Helga Hufflepuff. And that was all that mattered.
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People were leaving the funeral after the service.
Harry stood there.
It was time.
He quickly projected himself, and transformed into his demon form while everyone was looking at Ron's grave.
"Help!" his projection screamed.
Everyone turned around to see Harry dying.
Yells of 'Stupefy' came, but it made no difference.
The demon was gone leaving bones, blood, and ravaged tissue lying where Harry had stood.
Hermione stared with shock.
They were all vanishing, and Ron had died the night before, and there was a big pool of blood, and the blood puddle was so big, and Ron was still bleeding, and it was just so much, and now Harry was dead because of this demon creature thing, and it wouldn't leave Harry alone, and he was ripped to pieces, and he was just that puddle of dead bloody tissue, and they were both on and she might be next, and that she was all alone and.
The ground was suddenly closer and bigger, and. blacker.
Hermione passed out.
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Harry was staring around in his chamber.
He would have to stay in this form until he had Seraph Hufflepuff dead.
He didn't want to really kill anyone though.
He had a simple enough plan.
All he had to do was let his demon side take over to kill off Seraph.
The demon part of him was cruel, sadistic, and powerful.
It enjoyed killing off the projection of his human part.
Still, it wouldn't be that cruel to destroy Harry completely, so there shouldn't be any worries of the demon taking over.
He slowly drifted out of consciousness, believing the worst that could happen, would be that he'd fail to kill Seraph.
He didn't know how wrong he was.
The demon had set off to subconsciously control, and to convert him.
There would be nothing and nobody to hide.
There would be no Harry afterwards.
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"The demon has attacked, no?" Seraph asked, strolling up to Serpheyt casually.
"Yes he has. Harry Potter." Serpheyt replied.
"Going for a famous weak child? That's lower then his usual standards from what I remembered. I'll see you later now. I have some demons to practice on." Seraph said before vanishing, leaving a strange glow for seconds.
"You look more like his age them mine. I should be calling you the child." Serpheyt mumbled, as he disapparated to track Death Eaters.
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes, and found herself in the hospital wing.
She looked around, and then saw Ron flipping through a book.
"Ron! I'm so glad I see you. I had the most terrible nightmare where you and Harry die." Hermione said quickly, giving him a tight hug.
"Er. sorry, but I'm Nate. You passed out at Ron's funeral." Nate said uncomfortably.
"Oh. I feel embarrassed now... I just thought that maybe in a weird way that they'd be alive." Hermione said, letting him go, and staring down at the floor.
"It's ok. I don't mind." Nate said.
"I can't shake the feeling that they're alive. They wouldn't leave without saying good-bye to me. Or at least that's what I hoped. Maybe I'm just fooling myself that they actually thought of me as their friend. Maybe they pitied me all along. Ron never seemed to agree with me much." Hermione rambled unhappily.
"I think you're just too stressed out. If they pitied you, which they didn't, they wouldn't hang around you, and I assumed that they would fight in your defense." Nate said.
"They would. I suppose I am stressed out. You're very nice." Hermione said.
"Not really. I'm actually quite a brat. And you're the first person to really say that." Nate replied.
"I doubt it. You are quite nice to me." Hermione said.
"Thank you then." Nate thanked.
"Thank you for comforting me." Hermione said.
"It was no problem. I don't think you'd normally react that way anyway." Nate said.
"Hopefully not." Hermione responded.
"Madame Pomfrey made a simple sleeping potion." Nate said, handing her the potion.
"Sleeping so much isn't good." Hermione said, and then sipping it. She kept the last mouthful in her mouth, until she placed the glass on the side of the table.
Then she swallowed and fell asleep.
Nate quietly left the room.
Hermione seemed so innocent. Maybe his sister was wrong about her.
Hermione was like the perfect friend. She reminded him of Rowena. Rowena had
always done that with her sleeping potions too. Rowena was very intelligent, but she kept
her secrets, and did her best to protect her friends. She didn't even care that he wasn't
truly a wizard or a human. They had married, but then Rowena was murdered. She had
jumped to defend him when Salazar tried to kill him for marrying Rowena. He had called
Eridanus a mudblood for he too, knew his secret. All three of them were best friends until
he married her. Everyone else thought that maybe Rowena was murdered by muggles,
because they thought that mudblood referred to muggles, because they heard Salazar cry
out "Mudblood" before dying. He knew how Salazar had died too. He had murdered him
in rage of her death. Then he had committed suicide, and had peace in death until his
sisters' host bodies had died too, and they were reborn. He had never told anyone this
though. And he didn't plan to anytime soon.
Hermione made a soft cry in her sleep and pushed her blanket off.
Rowena used to do that a lot too.
She looked so peaceful, finally able to rest.
He went back in and placed her blanket up.
Hermione pushed it back down.
He thought for a moment, and then tucked her in instead.
He left the room and imagining that he had heard a small thank you.
A.N. How was this chappy? Good? Bad? Want more? Less? I'll be writing and posting at
full speed because school ended. I suppose you didn't expect this though. Mira is a
variable star, Vulpecula is a constellation and Eridanus is one of the brightest stars to
earth. The strange words were made using the phonetic sounds of the Greek symbols. If
possible later chapters may include variations of Crete language. To Dumbledore123, I
know this isn't what you expected, but it's going to be that way soon enough.
A.N. Have you ever looked up "devil" on the thesaurus? Well, I discover that a synonym
for devil is "Lord Harry" Sounds very suspicious to me. Why not Harold James Potter?
Why did J.K. Rowling say in a transcript "Harry James Potter"? If you have any
confusion, don't worry, I'll explain in the fic. Voldemort is back! And maybe Tom too.
Tom? Did I say Tom? I meant Ron. Ron's not really dead. uh.. Hmm. Fine. Tom
might be back, but it depends if I write it in, because I do pre notes, and after notes.
A duty to be done, A friend against friend
Harry quietly apparated in his demon form, and found himself standing behind two females, and one male
"What do you mean you don't know? How could you have lost it?" Nathan yelled.
"Well, why are you asking me? You're the one who should have detected it!" Persiphi yelled back in their pale earthlike world.
"Shut up the both of you. You just want me to do the researching without actually asking me." Spoke the other girl.
"Why would we do such a terrible thing?" Nathan asked sounding surprised.
"You did it last week, promising that you'd use the existence-given name. I don't get why you use your derived names. They're so infuriating." The unknown person spoke again.
"I think Virgin is perfect for you." Persiphi stated in her own defense.
"And I think Vulpecula is better for you." The person said.
"Dta psirho Mira." Persiphi said angrily. (Shut up Mira)
"I thought you forgotten the way long ago. Ommusi pilomuetpi eticeg?" the person asked mockingly. (Why remember now?)
"Leave her alone." Nathan said, annoyed.
"Fine. I'll bother you instead, eticaumpi Eridanus." The person said. (brother Eridanus)
(A/N: Gee, I wonder who the person is. Read on!)
"Are you helping or not?" Nathan asked.
"Would I ever say no to you?" she asked.
"Yes. You've stayed with mortal brother, and the rest of the temporary family." Persiphi said.
"And what is your point? You've stuck to using Persiphi. Anyway, his soul energy must have been removed, reconfigured, fragmented, and damaged. Then Helga Hufflepuff must have altered the soul shell, and filled it with her blood magic, which will either give her an heir or made the soul useless. Since you do not detect any soul missing, she must have an heir. But you couldn't find her heir, so he or she must be alive. If that's the case, only the demon lord or Voldemort could properly put him or her into non- existence, and we can bring him back. We do not want help from a mortal though, so it's the demon lord who'll have to do it." Mira said.
"I can see that the mortal Hermione has less knowledge then you do." Persiphi said.
"Your manipulation was poorly done. Now, when is that demon arriving?" Mira asked.
"I arrived a while ago." Harry growled, watching them carefully.
"We ask you to kill Seraph Hufflepuff, and Harry Potter." Mira said.
"And why would I do this?" Harry asked, staring at them with slit eyes.
"To repay the favor of bringing back Lily and James Potter." Mira stated.
"You have a deal." Harry said, and then disapparated.
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Harry half-heartedly munched on Mrs. Weasley toast the next morning. It was a very somber morning, and Ron's funeral was going to take place. An owl flew in with the Daily Prophet. Molly Weasley took the paper, and paid the owl, before looking at the front page.
"How dare they!" she exploded, before throwing the paper down, and disapparating out.
Everyone in the kitchen crowded over the paper to see what was wrong.
Harry managed to see the article.
The Weasleys and Hogwarts Ira Shmearandrun
Who's Ronald Weasley, do you ask? Why he's the son of the new Minister of Magic. The Weasley family had experienced great joy, when the father of the family, Arthur Weasley, had became Minister of Magic. Then he had gone on to discover that the twin sister and brother of Virginia and Ronald Weasley have been found. Sadly, at the same night Ronald had died. Tragic? "Very much" says reporter Ira Shmearandrun. Ronald is the best friend of the deranged Parselmouth Harry Potter, and a muggle-born witch, Hermione Granger, who has won the affections of Harry Potter and Bulgarian Seeker Victor Krum. This reporter feels that Hogwarts is the reason for all these problems, and knows Hogwarts very well because she has attended school there. But three of the four students named are Hogwarts students, and the three are Gryffindors. Slytherins are filled with dark wizards and witches. So that leaves Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw is still just fine, but as for Hufflepuffs, they hide a shocking secret. Ronald Weasley is discovered to have "died through Hufflepuff family spells" commented a very distressed and upset Arthur Weasley. Some heir or descendant of the Helga Hufflepuff has murdered Ronald Weasley. So what knowledge do the readers of the Daily Prophet gain? Well, Albus Dumbledore should be scrapped, the ministry is useless, and Arthur Weasley is a terrible father and Minister of magic. Ronald Weasley's funeral takes place today at Hogwarts.
It was a stupid article. And Ron wasn't going to stay dead for long. Not if Harry could help it. He was going to "die" at Ron's funeral. Not really though. He was only going to be dead until Ron comes back. Then he'll be alive too.
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"Merlin's beard! The Seraph is waking!" A man called Serpheyt yelled out loud.
"Quiet. He won't wake if you push him away." Said someone else, as she dragged him out of the catacomb.
The skeleton was vibrating with an otherworldly glow, and flesh slowly formed over it. It formed a robed six-foot tall teen with a trance like look on his eyes and face. The eyes were a metallic cerulean blue, and his hair was a pale blond, that looked like a very faded light orange red from different angles. Silvery feather like wings gracefully floated out of his shoulder blades, and then vanished. Then his eyes flickered.
His purpose of existence came quickly to him as long with his identity, but strangely enough, the image of a dark haired boy, and bushy haired girl came to him. He didn't know their names. He would soon forget them. They were fragments of a purposeless existence. He had to do something for these to though. If they managed to be remembered, then they deserved something. But he would handle that later. After he forgot them of course. He was Seraph Hufflepuff, sole heir of Helga Hufflepuff. And that was all that mattered.
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People were leaving the funeral after the service.
Harry stood there.
It was time.
He quickly projected himself, and transformed into his demon form while everyone was looking at Ron's grave.
"Help!" his projection screamed.
Everyone turned around to see Harry dying.
Yells of 'Stupefy' came, but it made no difference.
The demon was gone leaving bones, blood, and ravaged tissue lying where Harry had stood.
Hermione stared with shock.
They were all vanishing, and Ron had died the night before, and there was a big pool of blood, and the blood puddle was so big, and Ron was still bleeding, and it was just so much, and now Harry was dead because of this demon creature thing, and it wouldn't leave Harry alone, and he was ripped to pieces, and he was just that puddle of dead bloody tissue, and they were both on and she might be next, and that she was all alone and.
The ground was suddenly closer and bigger, and. blacker.
Hermione passed out.
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Harry was staring around in his chamber.
He would have to stay in this form until he had Seraph Hufflepuff dead.
He didn't want to really kill anyone though.
He had a simple enough plan.
All he had to do was let his demon side take over to kill off Seraph.
The demon part of him was cruel, sadistic, and powerful.
It enjoyed killing off the projection of his human part.
Still, it wouldn't be that cruel to destroy Harry completely, so there shouldn't be any worries of the demon taking over.
He slowly drifted out of consciousness, believing the worst that could happen, would be that he'd fail to kill Seraph.
He didn't know how wrong he was.
The demon had set off to subconsciously control, and to convert him.
There would be nothing and nobody to hide.
There would be no Harry afterwards.
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"The demon has attacked, no?" Seraph asked, strolling up to Serpheyt casually.
"Yes he has. Harry Potter." Serpheyt replied.
"Going for a famous weak child? That's lower then his usual standards from what I remembered. I'll see you later now. I have some demons to practice on." Seraph said before vanishing, leaving a strange glow for seconds.
"You look more like his age them mine. I should be calling you the child." Serpheyt mumbled, as he disapparated to track Death Eaters.
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Hermione slowly opened her eyes, and found herself in the hospital wing.
She looked around, and then saw Ron flipping through a book.
"Ron! I'm so glad I see you. I had the most terrible nightmare where you and Harry die." Hermione said quickly, giving him a tight hug.
"Er. sorry, but I'm Nate. You passed out at Ron's funeral." Nate said uncomfortably.
"Oh. I feel embarrassed now... I just thought that maybe in a weird way that they'd be alive." Hermione said, letting him go, and staring down at the floor.
"It's ok. I don't mind." Nate said.
"I can't shake the feeling that they're alive. They wouldn't leave without saying good-bye to me. Or at least that's what I hoped. Maybe I'm just fooling myself that they actually thought of me as their friend. Maybe they pitied me all along. Ron never seemed to agree with me much." Hermione rambled unhappily.
"I think you're just too stressed out. If they pitied you, which they didn't, they wouldn't hang around you, and I assumed that they would fight in your defense." Nate said.
"They would. I suppose I am stressed out. You're very nice." Hermione said.
"Not really. I'm actually quite a brat. And you're the first person to really say that." Nate replied.
"I doubt it. You are quite nice to me." Hermione said.
"Thank you then." Nate thanked.
"Thank you for comforting me." Hermione said.
"It was no problem. I don't think you'd normally react that way anyway." Nate said.
"Hopefully not." Hermione responded.
"Madame Pomfrey made a simple sleeping potion." Nate said, handing her the potion.
"Sleeping so much isn't good." Hermione said, and then sipping it. She kept the last mouthful in her mouth, until she placed the glass on the side of the table.
Then she swallowed and fell asleep.
Nate quietly left the room.
Hermione seemed so innocent. Maybe his sister was wrong about her.
Hermione was like the perfect friend. She reminded him of Rowena. Rowena had
always done that with her sleeping potions too. Rowena was very intelligent, but she kept
her secrets, and did her best to protect her friends. She didn't even care that he wasn't
truly a wizard or a human. They had married, but then Rowena was murdered. She had
jumped to defend him when Salazar tried to kill him for marrying Rowena. He had called
Eridanus a mudblood for he too, knew his secret. All three of them were best friends until
he married her. Everyone else thought that maybe Rowena was murdered by muggles,
because they thought that mudblood referred to muggles, because they heard Salazar cry
out "Mudblood" before dying. He knew how Salazar had died too. He had murdered him
in rage of her death. Then he had committed suicide, and had peace in death until his
sisters' host bodies had died too, and they were reborn. He had never told anyone this
though. And he didn't plan to anytime soon.
Hermione made a soft cry in her sleep and pushed her blanket off.
Rowena used to do that a lot too.
She looked so peaceful, finally able to rest.
He went back in and placed her blanket up.
Hermione pushed it back down.
He thought for a moment, and then tucked her in instead.
He left the room and imagining that he had heard a small thank you.
A.N. How was this chappy? Good? Bad? Want more? Less? I'll be writing and posting at
full speed because school ended. I suppose you didn't expect this though. Mira is a
variable star, Vulpecula is a constellation and Eridanus is one of the brightest stars to
earth. The strange words were made using the phonetic sounds of the Greek symbols. If
possible later chapters may include variations of Crete language. To Dumbledore123, I
know this isn't what you expected, but it's going to be that way soon enough.