Demon Child
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Harry Potter. I just own the Demon Child.
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ Dreams ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Chapter 6 Seeing the Demon
Sigh. 'This is not working. Why am I in such a hell damned situation? Why did I bother to join them anyway?'
He looked up at the enchanted ceiling of his room.
'Bloody hell. Those wizards are stupid! I can't believe why they can't just let me at those Death Eaters?!'
Sigh. 'I'm definitely going insane now! Talking to myself like it's going to change their minds. Stupid, head-strong wizards. They think they're so great being wizards, well guess what, I think you guys are in way over your heads! They think I'm just a little kid, totally who do they think they are! Me, the Demon Child and Lord of the Dead, can't handle a few pathetic Voldie supporter. Get REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
"Dermot! Get down here this instant!"
'Darn Weasley, pure blood wizard that is no better than the rest of them. They say they're the good guys this second then go torturing some Potter kid the next. They're totally pathetic!' Dermot thought getting up from his bed to go downstairs to see what happened this time to be serious enough for him to attend to.
As he approached the second floor in all his glory, he heard a few extremely familiar and annoying giggling girls whispering behind their slightly opened bedroom door.
'Darn! Not again. Can't a guy walk pass here without being gossiped at.'
"Hey Dermot." A shy voice came from the direction of the door.
Dermot swore under his breath not turning around or stopped walking, then replied "Buzz off Granger, I don't have time for stupid people like you, go bother someone that does care cause I'm not interested." He continued his way down to the ground floor, where he was met with a pissed off Mrs Weasley.
"You know Dermot, at least you could have some manners when you talk ..." She was cut off by an annoyed snort.
"What do you want? I didn't go down here to be taught how to behave, this better be good." Dermot replied with a cold, icy voice, folding his arms in front of his chest, looking with an unflinching expression on his face.
"Dumbledore wants to see you in the kitchen." Mrs Weasley snapped, angry at the teenager, hoping that he doesn't noticed that she was pretty afraid at the moment from the iciness of his glare.
Dermot side-stepped her going into the kitchen slamming the door behind him hoping it can cool his temper from the journey down to the kitchen.
The room was silent as he came in and sat himself in his usual seat, at the back corner of the kitchen. Nobody spoke for quite a few seconds before Dermot looked up at Dumbledore, staring him straight in the eyes.
"Well Dumbledore, what is it this time? Just spit it out for greatness sake!"
"As you already know Dermot that Voldemort has got almost all his forces in Egypt searching for something ..."
"Just get on with it." Dermot snapped at Dumbledore, feeling totally pissed off again. "I have better things to do with my time tonight than go partnering up with one of the members of the Order to work. It's done better off alone by me."
"Dermot, it's too dangerous for a person like you ..."
"Have I ever come back with anything broken?! Dumbledore open your eyes, I can do this job better and faster than all the Order put together!" Dermot was totally furious, before using a calm and cool voice to add a comment in "You don't trust me still Dumbledore, is that why?" Dermot looked him straight in the eye emotionlessly.
"Dermot, of course I trust you ..."
"It doesn't seem like it. You can't look me in the eye now Dumbledore, without having to lie to me. You don't trust me at all."
"If I don't trust you, then you won't be in the Order now."
"You just want me in the Order so you can use me, not like how you treat the others."
"I have to treat you differently. You're young and inexperience at ..."
"That's it! Dream on Dumbledore. This isn't something you can do for fun you know."
"I know, it's just ..."
"Well you act like it's all a game that you can play again after it says 'game over'."
"This is going nowhere Dermot ..."
"That's because you are dreaming like some miracle is going to show up and save you when everyone knows that you're blinded by power just like that useless Minister of Magic, Fudge."
"Dermot, what are you talking about?"
"I'm saying you're pathetic!"
Dumbledore was shocked, totally speechless.
Mr Weasley and Lupin came crashing into the kitchen after debating whether it is a good idea to find out why there was so much shouting going on.
They looked from the shocked Dumbledore to the pissed off Dermot and back.
"O.K. what happened here Dermot?" Mr Weasley said.
"Why do you care? You wizards think you're all so great and superior when you don't even know a thing more than a blunted pin. I'm outta here!" Dermot yelled at them, and then turned to walk out.
Dumbledore was the first to recover from the verbal assault "Dermot, I'm warning you. Get back here, you're not going anywhere until you've heard me out."
"Well, well, well. Would you look at that? And I thought you weren't get to the point until the second you die." Dermot had an evil smirk played across his lips.
"You're not going to Egypt tonight, most of the Order will be there, so we'll need you to keep watch on Harry Potter for the night." Dumbledore said calmly.
Dermot bit his lip "What's the point of Potter watching?"
"We don't want him to get hurt in anyway. Is that clear enough Dermot?" Lupin said.
Dermot laughed slightly "Like fog, Lupin. You guys are really pathetic you know. You're only doing this so you can use him as well, he has good reasons to not co-operate with you."
"He will." Dumbledore said.
"Fine!" Dermot said, keeping his thoughts to himself. 'I really won't mind beating up some Weasel, Lupin and Dumb-bumblebee right now.' He walked back up to his room as quickly as he could so he can leave the mad-house.
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Dermot landed gently on an unbroken swing in the park, keeping his wings folded on his back.
'I'm glad it's night now. It's been such a long time since I last stretch out my wings. Why did I bother coming here?'
He was lost in thought for a few minutes before he suddenly got a feeling that someone saw him. He turned to see who it was. 'Oh *beep* '
~~~~~~~~~ Harry's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was just soooooooooooooooooooo darn furious with those people, how can anyone live with them. So, as usual I'm taking a little walk to cool my temper.
I rounded the corner catching sight of the park when I saw the most beautiful or wicked sight I've ever seen. It was a bit of both.
But when I tried to take another look at it, there was no one there.
I quickly jumped the park gate rushing to see if the demon like creature I saw was real or not.
'There's nothing. There's no trace of anyone being here. Could it be just my imagination playing tricks on me?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dermot's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'That was close. I must be getting rusty nowadays to get seen in this form.'
I walked slowly in a deserted street after my hasty escape and contracted my wings.
'Damn! Why does it have to hurt so much just to have contractible wings?!
~~~~~~~~~~ End of POVs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry decided that what he saw earlier was just a trick of light although a part of his mind said that he did see some demon, but he ignored it so he started his way back to the house of torture and stupidity.
Not knowing the fact that Dermot was watching his every move feeling relieved that Harry didn't seem to care that he saw Dermot in his demon form.
Harry turned going down a narrow alleyway where he had first seen Sirius. He sighed 'Where are you now Sirius? I miss you so much.'
A fist came in contact right in his stomach causing Harry to double up with pain landing on the ground. Before Harry could react, another blow knocked his air out. He gasped desperately for air as looked at his attacker. 'I'm outnumbered. There is at least ten of them.'
"Wh...What do you want?"
The answer came along with a kick "Revenge!"
Dermot watched on, gulping. 'Damn it! I'm supposed to protect him but ...' He suddenly smirked as a hilarious idea came into his mind.
CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The attackers gulped at the sudden sound in the usually very quiet neighbourhood. Harry looked up and saw the darkest fog he'd ever seen hovering above him, the attackers seem to notice it as it lowered all around them.
It didn't take long until everyone except Dermot in the fog fell unconscious.
He laughed slightly as the mystical fog around him lifted. "Oh goodie they look terrible in make-up, they must be a piece of junk then." He gave all of the attackers a kick, then looked at Harry seeing the bruises and bleeding on him, took out his wand waving it a bit while holding in his other hand the card "Dian Keto the Cure Master". All the damage vaporised off Harry.
'Such things I have to do nowadays.' He shook his head holding Harry up in his arms then flew off back to the Dursley's house.
He entered through the window of Harry's room laying him down on the bad as he landed on the floor. Dermot looked around the room spotting an owl on the cage with a letter tied to her foot, she flew over to them offering Dermot to take the letter off.
He sighed slightly before taking the letter off, looking at who it is for, "Mr Harry Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, Number Four, Privet Drive ..."
Dermot chucked the letter down next to Harry's head, taking a look at him one more time before jumping onto the window ledge and flying off into the night sky.
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There was a figure just like the one that I saw in the park, it was outlined with a crimson, violet colour.
I looked at the demon trying to understand why I'm seeing such things.
I could hear screaming, shouting, crying all at the same time.
"Harry."
I looked around to see who just said my name.
"Please ... Help me."
I looked back at the demon who was holding out his hand, falling down and down into the darkness. I couldn't move from my position no matter how much I wanted to help that stranger.
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And that's chapter 6. I know it's quite a bit shorter than the last few chapters *ducks flying missile*. The next chapter should be a lot better because it's getting to the good part of the story. *nod nod, hides behind a wall from the evil missiles.*
R&R please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Harry Potter. I just own the Demon Child.
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ Dreams ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Chapter 6 Seeing the Demon
Sigh. 'This is not working. Why am I in such a hell damned situation? Why did I bother to join them anyway?'
He looked up at the enchanted ceiling of his room.
'Bloody hell. Those wizards are stupid! I can't believe why they can't just let me at those Death Eaters?!'
Sigh. 'I'm definitely going insane now! Talking to myself like it's going to change their minds. Stupid, head-strong wizards. They think they're so great being wizards, well guess what, I think you guys are in way over your heads! They think I'm just a little kid, totally who do they think they are! Me, the Demon Child and Lord of the Dead, can't handle a few pathetic Voldie supporter. Get REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
"Dermot! Get down here this instant!"
'Darn Weasley, pure blood wizard that is no better than the rest of them. They say they're the good guys this second then go torturing some Potter kid the next. They're totally pathetic!' Dermot thought getting up from his bed to go downstairs to see what happened this time to be serious enough for him to attend to.
As he approached the second floor in all his glory, he heard a few extremely familiar and annoying giggling girls whispering behind their slightly opened bedroom door.
'Darn! Not again. Can't a guy walk pass here without being gossiped at.'
"Hey Dermot." A shy voice came from the direction of the door.
Dermot swore under his breath not turning around or stopped walking, then replied "Buzz off Granger, I don't have time for stupid people like you, go bother someone that does care cause I'm not interested." He continued his way down to the ground floor, where he was met with a pissed off Mrs Weasley.
"You know Dermot, at least you could have some manners when you talk ..." She was cut off by an annoyed snort.
"What do you want? I didn't go down here to be taught how to behave, this better be good." Dermot replied with a cold, icy voice, folding his arms in front of his chest, looking with an unflinching expression on his face.
"Dumbledore wants to see you in the kitchen." Mrs Weasley snapped, angry at the teenager, hoping that he doesn't noticed that she was pretty afraid at the moment from the iciness of his glare.
Dermot side-stepped her going into the kitchen slamming the door behind him hoping it can cool his temper from the journey down to the kitchen.
The room was silent as he came in and sat himself in his usual seat, at the back corner of the kitchen. Nobody spoke for quite a few seconds before Dermot looked up at Dumbledore, staring him straight in the eyes.
"Well Dumbledore, what is it this time? Just spit it out for greatness sake!"
"As you already know Dermot that Voldemort has got almost all his forces in Egypt searching for something ..."
"Just get on with it." Dermot snapped at Dumbledore, feeling totally pissed off again. "I have better things to do with my time tonight than go partnering up with one of the members of the Order to work. It's done better off alone by me."
"Dermot, it's too dangerous for a person like you ..."
"Have I ever come back with anything broken?! Dumbledore open your eyes, I can do this job better and faster than all the Order put together!" Dermot was totally furious, before using a calm and cool voice to add a comment in "You don't trust me still Dumbledore, is that why?" Dermot looked him straight in the eye emotionlessly.
"Dermot, of course I trust you ..."
"It doesn't seem like it. You can't look me in the eye now Dumbledore, without having to lie to me. You don't trust me at all."
"If I don't trust you, then you won't be in the Order now."
"You just want me in the Order so you can use me, not like how you treat the others."
"I have to treat you differently. You're young and inexperience at ..."
"That's it! Dream on Dumbledore. This isn't something you can do for fun you know."
"I know, it's just ..."
"Well you act like it's all a game that you can play again after it says 'game over'."
"This is going nowhere Dermot ..."
"That's because you are dreaming like some miracle is going to show up and save you when everyone knows that you're blinded by power just like that useless Minister of Magic, Fudge."
"Dermot, what are you talking about?"
"I'm saying you're pathetic!"
Dumbledore was shocked, totally speechless.
Mr Weasley and Lupin came crashing into the kitchen after debating whether it is a good idea to find out why there was so much shouting going on.
They looked from the shocked Dumbledore to the pissed off Dermot and back.
"O.K. what happened here Dermot?" Mr Weasley said.
"Why do you care? You wizards think you're all so great and superior when you don't even know a thing more than a blunted pin. I'm outta here!" Dermot yelled at them, and then turned to walk out.
Dumbledore was the first to recover from the verbal assault "Dermot, I'm warning you. Get back here, you're not going anywhere until you've heard me out."
"Well, well, well. Would you look at that? And I thought you weren't get to the point until the second you die." Dermot had an evil smirk played across his lips.
"You're not going to Egypt tonight, most of the Order will be there, so we'll need you to keep watch on Harry Potter for the night." Dumbledore said calmly.
Dermot bit his lip "What's the point of Potter watching?"
"We don't want him to get hurt in anyway. Is that clear enough Dermot?" Lupin said.
Dermot laughed slightly "Like fog, Lupin. You guys are really pathetic you know. You're only doing this so you can use him as well, he has good reasons to not co-operate with you."
"He will." Dumbledore said.
"Fine!" Dermot said, keeping his thoughts to himself. 'I really won't mind beating up some Weasel, Lupin and Dumb-bumblebee right now.' He walked back up to his room as quickly as he could so he can leave the mad-house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dermot landed gently on an unbroken swing in the park, keeping his wings folded on his back.
'I'm glad it's night now. It's been such a long time since I last stretch out my wings. Why did I bother coming here?'
He was lost in thought for a few minutes before he suddenly got a feeling that someone saw him. He turned to see who it was. 'Oh *beep* '
~~~~~~~~~ Harry's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was just soooooooooooooooooooo darn furious with those people, how can anyone live with them. So, as usual I'm taking a little walk to cool my temper.
I rounded the corner catching sight of the park when I saw the most beautiful or wicked sight I've ever seen. It was a bit of both.
But when I tried to take another look at it, there was no one there.
I quickly jumped the park gate rushing to see if the demon like creature I saw was real or not.
'There's nothing. There's no trace of anyone being here. Could it be just my imagination playing tricks on me?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dermot's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'That was close. I must be getting rusty nowadays to get seen in this form.'
I walked slowly in a deserted street after my hasty escape and contracted my wings.
'Damn! Why does it have to hurt so much just to have contractible wings?!
~~~~~~~~~~ End of POVs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry decided that what he saw earlier was just a trick of light although a part of his mind said that he did see some demon, but he ignored it so he started his way back to the house of torture and stupidity.
Not knowing the fact that Dermot was watching his every move feeling relieved that Harry didn't seem to care that he saw Dermot in his demon form.
Harry turned going down a narrow alleyway where he had first seen Sirius. He sighed 'Where are you now Sirius? I miss you so much.'
A fist came in contact right in his stomach causing Harry to double up with pain landing on the ground. Before Harry could react, another blow knocked his air out. He gasped desperately for air as looked at his attacker. 'I'm outnumbered. There is at least ten of them.'
"Wh...What do you want?"
The answer came along with a kick "Revenge!"
Dermot watched on, gulping. 'Damn it! I'm supposed to protect him but ...' He suddenly smirked as a hilarious idea came into his mind.
CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The attackers gulped at the sudden sound in the usually very quiet neighbourhood. Harry looked up and saw the darkest fog he'd ever seen hovering above him, the attackers seem to notice it as it lowered all around them.
It didn't take long until everyone except Dermot in the fog fell unconscious.
He laughed slightly as the mystical fog around him lifted. "Oh goodie they look terrible in make-up, they must be a piece of junk then." He gave all of the attackers a kick, then looked at Harry seeing the bruises and bleeding on him, took out his wand waving it a bit while holding in his other hand the card "Dian Keto the Cure Master". All the damage vaporised off Harry.
'Such things I have to do nowadays.' He shook his head holding Harry up in his arms then flew off back to the Dursley's house.
He entered through the window of Harry's room laying him down on the bad as he landed on the floor. Dermot looked around the room spotting an owl on the cage with a letter tied to her foot, she flew over to them offering Dermot to take the letter off.
He sighed slightly before taking the letter off, looking at who it is for, "Mr Harry Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, Number Four, Privet Drive ..."
Dermot chucked the letter down next to Harry's head, taking a look at him one more time before jumping onto the window ledge and flying off into the night sky.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
There was a figure just like the one that I saw in the park, it was outlined with a crimson, violet colour.
I looked at the demon trying to understand why I'm seeing such things.
I could hear screaming, shouting, crying all at the same time.
"Harry."
I looked around to see who just said my name.
"Please ... Help me."
I looked back at the demon who was holding out his hand, falling down and down into the darkness. I couldn't move from my position no matter how much I wanted to help that stranger.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
And that's chapter 6. I know it's quite a bit shorter than the last few chapters *ducks flying missile*. The next chapter should be a lot better because it's getting to the good part of the story. *nod nod, hides behind a wall from the evil missiles.*
R&R please.