Chapter 17: the Meeting of The Eternals
By: Chronos the Fallen Angel
Author's Note: I hate school, I hate school. Dye. Cheese. Light Shadow. Dark Ray. (Random words make life enjoyable.)
Anyways, sorry I haven't posted in a long time; I have five other projects I'm working on. Damn you Earth science.
Again, J.K. Rowlings owns Harry and the gang, DC owns Supergirl and the Specter (Hal Jordan), and I own Roland Childe and the plot.
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Slowly the train pulled to a full stop, clouds had come up and it was beginning to rain outside Hogwarts. Harry was happy to finally be back to the only place he could ever consider home, and now with his girlfriend, it was going to be a great year. He looked down at Hermione and smiled at her. She returned the smile and took his hand. Harry opened up the umbrella Professor Jordan was handing out, and they walked out into the rain. A crack of lightning came from the distance and the thunder soon followed. Hermione pulled closer to Harry. He gave her hand a small squeeze and they walked on.
Outside the train, Harry looked around trying to see some familiar faces. He saw his old Gryffindor friends, laughing and having fun despite the pouring rain. He saw Ron with lavender, trying to get a cart to themselves, and hurry off the castle. Most of the professors were there, including Snape. "Hermione look," he said, pointing toward them.
"I wonder why they're out here," she asked.
"I know what you mean," Harry replied, it was the first year they had ever seen most of the teachers outside. And in this rain.
"They are here for me," Roland came walking up behind him. Harry turned around quickly, holding Hermione and the umbrella. She moved closer to Harry, wrapping an arm around him. "Rather, me and the new teacher here." Heather was standing next to him, holding the umbrella over her head. Roland's hat just guided the rain to his shoulders and out of his face.
"We saw you two fighting earlier today," Hermione said, "what was that about?"
"The professor and I have a history of fighting," Roland replied, "normally, we don't see each other often, but-"
"Now remember, Roland," Heather said to him, "you promised."
"I know, but I promised that I would do my best," he answered. "C'mon, lets meet them and get the rest of our paper work out of the way." Heather hooked his arm and smiled at him. Roland picked up his cane and used her as a third leg inside, and together they walked over to the teachers. Professor Jordan came out of the train, wearing the same cloak that Harry had seen him wearing the first day he met him, and glided over to the group of teachers.
"This could be trouble," Hermione said and didn't move. Both of them wanted to watch what was going to happen. But a large hand touched both of their shoulders.
"c'mon, ya two," Hagrid said, "let the teachers worry about their problems." He led them over to the last carriage and guided them into it. "Now, get going." He said as he closed the door.
"I wonder what that was about." Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Me too," Harry replied, "I hoping they don't get into a fight."
"Heather probably made him promise not to get into a fight this year," Hermione yawned.
"Tired?"
"Mm-hmm," she said, "I haven't been sleeping lately."
"I thought it was getting better?"
"It was, but." Hermione trailed off and yawned again. "I don't know. It seems like that every time I go to sleep I see that face."
"Whose?"
"That demon's one?" Harry eyeballed Hermione. Demons were a new topic for them, and since both of them considered Steven one, he often got confused. "Exodus was what you called him, right?'
"Yeah," Harry remembered the face of that hunter, "but I doubt he's a demon, 'Mione."
"Why?"
"Because, he's a hunter," Harry replied, "he's supposed to be a good guy."
"Just because you're the good guy, doesn't mean you have to do the right thing, Harry." Hermione told him, he sighed and kissed the top of her head. She yawned again. "Wake me when we get there."
"Anything thing for you, Teddy Bear," Harry replied, and she giggled, closing her eyes and drifting into sleep. He started to drift into a sort of sleep state period, no dreams at all. But he wasn't really asleep either. When they finally reached the castle, Harry woke up Hermione just as she asked, but he couldn't remember anything about the ride the castle. "Ready?" he asked her no reason. Harry was probably being paranoid.
"As long as you are at my side," she said and kissed his gently. Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled Hermione closer, holding onto her with all his might. It was as if he let go, she'd never return. Harry just had a bad feeling.
Harry took a deep breath and relaxed. They stepped out of the stop carriage and filled into the crowds. He looked down at Hermione and gave her a small smile. She squeezed her hand. They walked silently together to their home, Hogwarts. And they had no idea what troubles awaited them.
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"Greetings," Dumbledore said, the sorting of first years was complete and everyone was seated, awaiting their headmasters instructions. Roland stood off the back, waiting for when he was to come up. Heather stood by his side. Harry noticed the hatred on the man's face, and saw where it was directed to, their new professor.
"First off, I would like to welcome you all back to another year of Hogwarts. We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, as you all could've guessed." This brought a small laugh, as it was rumored that they position was cursed. "I would like to welcome, Professor Hal Jordan." This brought applause from the entire room. "He has come from America to begin teaching you about elemental magic and armed combat." The applause slowly stopped and the murmurs began.
"The second surprise is our two new students, Roland, Heather could you please come forward," Dumbledore motioned for the two to move forward and come to the front of the room. Roland walked slowly, with Heather's help. He didn't have his cane and pulled his hat down farther, so that he couldn't be seen. The entire room was silent as they walked. No one dared to talk.
Once they reached the end to the tables, Roland allowed Heather to go first, so she could be sorted. Roland stood where he stopped, and crossed his arms, scowling at Professor Jordan. Heather shyly walked up to the head table. "This is Heather Mae Kent, from the American Magic University." Heather blushed badly; Harry saw that she looked over to Roland, who just nodded.
Professor Dumbledore said to Heather. "Please have a seat one the stool, like you saw the first years." She nodded and did as she was asked. Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head and almost immediately, it yelled, "GRIFFONDOR!"
Everyone, save Slytherin, clapped loudly for this new addition to the school. She smiled as she walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Harry and Hermione. Roland turned around and looked at Heather. Harry had never seen that big of a smile on him. It was almost out of character. "Our next student is Roland Childe," Professor Dumbledore paused for a moment, probably expecting something, but nothing came. "Roland can you please-" Roland had already walked up, taken the Sorting hat from Professor McGonagall and placed it on his head.
For a while, nothing happened. It was rather obvious that Roland was talking to the Sorting Hat. The entire hall was silent, waiting for the Sorting Hat's decision. Finally, the hat said something. It was extremely faint, but it clearly said something.
Roland nodded, and stood up, placing the hat on the stool. He calmly walked over to the front of the tables. Slowly, he made his way over to the path between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin table. He paused for a moment, facing the Slytherin table. There were smiles spreading alone the table, as they thought they had acquired a new student.
Harry saw the frown on Heather's face and she looked down at her lap. A hand appeared on her shoulder and it was connected to Roland, a smile on his face. he leaned down next to her ear. "I told you not to worry," Roland spoke softly, and then took the open seat next to her.
Again the entire hall was quiet until Professor Dumbledore started to clap. He stood up slowly, and soon was joined by the other teachers. Only Professor Jordan stayed in his chair. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender were on their feet clapping too. Soon the entire table, and then the room. Harry only saw Steven, Draco and his Slytherin friends not clapping. Heather was smiling, and a single tear slipped from her eye. She turned to hug Roland, and said something to him, Harry didn't catch what. But again, there was that big smile on Roland's face. It wasn't often he had a smile on, let alone on the size.
"Now," Professor Dumbledore said, the room grew silent. Everyone took their seats again. "As you know, the forbidden forest is off limits-" ("like that ever stopped me," Roland whispered across the table. Heather slapped his shoulder hard.) "Also in regards to our students with weapons, those who have them should be immediately be given to the head of your house, and then handed over to Professor Jordan. Please include your year, name, and house with the weapons." Professor Dumbledore's voice was grave and full of concern. It wasn't hard to see it on his face too. "Any student caught with any weapon of any sort without a permission slip from Professor Jordan shall have their weapon taken away." the groans filled up the room, but quickly stopped when he held up his hands. "Now on to light news."
"This year we are going to have a few dances added in," a round of applause came form all the houses. "One on Halloween, one on the day before Christmas break, and one on Valentine's Day. I hope this brings a smile to everyone's face." Harry turned and looked at Hermione, smiling. She returned the smile happily. He looked up and saw Heather and Roland talking peacefully, a smile on both their faces. Harry was still getting used to see that smile. It was rather odd to see it on his friends face.
"My final words for the night are Dig in." everyone clapped loudly, smiles across the room. The food began to appear on the table, and everyone filled their plates. Harry helped Hermione get what she wanted, then served himself. After getting his food, he looked up and saw Roland handing Heather her plate, filled with food. And nothing was on his. He quietly tapped Hermione's shoulder and she saw it. Both of them had to hold in their laughter.
The dinner went by peacefully; there was a lot of talk about the dances, and the new teacher and of course, Heather and Roland. He was quiet and relaxed for most of the dinner.
After dinner, Professor Dumbledore came over and wanted to talk to Roland and Heather for a while. They left with the Headmaster; Ron and Lavender wondered off to one of their secret spots they had found last year, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
It was about ten when the common room emptied out, save Harry and Hermione. They sat quietly, watching the fire. They hadn't said a word in over an hour, just sitting there, basking in each other's presence, not wanting to leave each other. Harry was worried about her. Hermione was having trouble sleeping; he didn't want to leave her quite yet. Finally she stood up and yawned. "Harry," she said softly. He was on his feet and hands at her waist. A smile was on both their faces. "We need some sleep."
"We could sleep right here," he said, smirking. Hermione blushed and slapped his arm lightly.
"Harry," he knew she was blushing. "I mean in beds." Harry sighed. "I know, but we can see each other tomorrow. We have most of the classes together."
"Almost all," Harry replied, "I think the only thing we don't have is Arcimacy and Divination."
"Yeah," Hermione sighed and looked down.
"What's wrong, 'Mione?" he asked.
"I have Advance Arcimacy with Steven." Tears were in her eyes when she looked up.
Harry pulled her closer into his chest. "Shh, it's alright." He slowly rubbed her back, and heard her sobs on his shoulder. "We'll think of something."
Just then, the door opened, and two people walked in. "Professor Dumbledore said your room was with Hermione and Lavender, so go-" Roland stopped and looked up at Harry and Hermione. "oh." Was all he said.
"I'm going to bed, Roland," Heather was right behind him. She gave him a hug and he gladly returned it. In a flash, she was upstairs and in her room.
Roland sighed and rubbed his head. He walked over to them, Harry had sat down, and Hermione was on his lap. "So she finally told you?"
"Told me what?" Harry asked, then he realized. "Oh, yeah."
"Well," Roland pulled a list out of his coat. He looked over at the fire. "Thing's dying, here." With a wave of his hand the fire was bright as ever. "I have a list of those who are going to be in my classes. Just my luck, I have Advance Arcimacy with you and Steven." He handed it to Hermione. "The rest are with both of you. So, I'll watch her for you."
"Thanks," Hermione wiped the tears off her face. She looked at the list for while, trying to understand it. Harry looked over at Roland.
"Yes, thank you Roland," Harry replied. "This is going to help, considering the way Steven acts around you." Roland chuckled.
"Yeah, my little display helped out a bit," Roland replied. "But sadly enough, we have Defense against the Dark art with them, so." his voice trailed off and looked over at the fire. "I need my sleep, so I'm heading up to our dorm room." Roland started to walk over to the stairs leading up to the Gryffindor's room.
"Our?" Harry asked.
"Prof Jordan thought it would be better if I was watched by the some students, who you and Ron were assigned to make sure that I do nothing 'illegal'." He laughed again, and disappeared into the shadows. Roland was the only student who hadn't changed into their uniform. He still wore his black coat, his hat, and his sunglasses.
Hermione leaned her heard against Harry's shoulder, still reading the list. "Good," she finally said, "at least there is someone I know I can trust in my classes. If not you, then Roland."
"What about Ron?" Harry asked, but already knew the answer. He had seen the terror on Steven's face when he tried to fight Roland. And Roland could back up whatever he said. "What ever you want, honey."
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione said, "and its not that I don't trust Ron, it's just that-"
"Roland has a better chance at protecting you then Ron does," Harry finished, "I know." He kissed her forehead softly, "why don't you get some sleep?" She nodded. "Good, I'll see you in the morning." Harry stood up, pulling Hermione with him. He gave her a final hug and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you."
"And I you," Hermione replied, and hugged Harry again. He released her, and slowly, Hermione walked over to the stairs leading to her room. She waved goodbye before heading down them. Harry sighed and took a seat back down. Despite the fact that he was looking forward to the year, it was tiring day. He and Hermione tried to get in as much time together as they could, with them having busy schedules. But they promised that they would always make time for each other when ever it was truly needed. Hermione made him promise. She knew that it was going to be a difficult for both of them, seeing with this mutant situation.
Harry also knew that with this realization of demons was going to make it even worse. Roland had taught them a bit a magic that protected them, but it wasn't enough he said. They need more now that they know. He said that he would try to find time to teach them, but with the school starting, he didn't know. Something was rather odd about it, because Roland never even said why he could teach them. And from what it sounded like he could even teach.
With his mind thinking, Harry's thoughts went back to Sirius, his godfather and friend. The funeral was enough, but it hadn't solved all his problems. He still missed him, probably more so then his parents. For he actually knew Sirius, knew him as a friend. And he bonded with his godfather. With him being gone, Harry felt this absence. But he finally had someone else to love, Hermione. And this worried him. She was in danger for every one that he loved kept on dying.
Harry sighed again, and decided that he should get some sleep. It was probably better from him to stop thinking about all that horrible things in his life and inside think of the good things. Like Hermione. Slowly, he made his way to the stairs that led to his dorm room.
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Roland stood solemnly in front of a council. He knew it was a dream, but a rather advance form. The council was his subconscious version of the higher being who was in charge. Roland never felt comfortable with just one person in control. This meeting meant that new information had come up. All four people on the council had hoods covering their heads, and he couldn't see their faces. But it never bothered Roland before, and it didn't now. "What am I here for?" he asked, loud and firm. His arms were crossed across his chest, and his legs spread out. His long black coat was swaying in a nonexistent wind. His stance was that of a defiant man, standing trial for a crime he didn't commit.
"As you know," the woman said, "some knew information has come up." She was wearing a brown hood, and long green braids had come down from in it. Twigs and leaves were in the braids.
"Yes," the man with the red hood said, "it concerns your father." He spoke with a fiery passion. Roland stood up straight and concern covered his face.
"my father?" Roland was boiling with anger. "What's he got to do with Steven."
The man in white spoke up. "Everything, my son." A long pause came. "Whether he's directly or indirectly controlling him, it doesn't matter. Your father is at fault."
"I'll kill the bastard," Roland grumbled, "both of them." He began to crack his knuckles. His anger was relentless, how dare his father get involved in this. The man was going to die by Roland's hand, one way or another.
"You are too weak for that, especially with you being in that school," the man in blue said. His hood was like water, flowing down his back. "They're draining you power."
"I know," Roland rubbed his forehead. "I still don't get all of it, but, yeah." He paused for a moment, thinking. "I'll be able to last til December until I need my leave." Again, he paused, thinking of the consequences of him being at Hogwarts. It was already hard on his body, but he constantly regained his lost energy when he slept. But it was still hard, seeing as the other students drained him. "I'll be able to protect them."
"Good," the woman said, "see that you do. They are important to our plans."
"It'd help if I knew what they were," Roland replied, but didn't get a response. He sighed; of course, he wouldn't get a response they never gave him any info on why he does what they ask for. "Alright, whatever; just let me get my sleep." He waved a hand and the council disappeared. Roland sighed; he knew that it was only a matter of time before things became difficult, with or without his father involved. The school was draining more from him then he had figured, but still there was a job at hand, and Roland needed to do it. Sighing deeply, he waved a hand again, and a door frame appeared in the dark realm. Another wave and it opened, bright white light poured from the doorway and Roland slowly walked toward, his head facing the ground. Laughter filled the emptiness and Roland wiped around, trying to find.
"Hello, my dear, dear friend," a voice spoke. So maleficent, so dark. If Roland didn't know who it was, he would have shivered. "And how is the Blood-Killer doing?"
"Is that what they are calling me now?" Roland chuckled; the voice belonged to a demon that haunted his mind. "I'm surprised that you have been able to keep up with the times, Demonos. You really should get out more."
"Maybe, Roland," Demonos replied, "but it suits you well." Roland shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it's you who should get out more." Again Roland just shrugged his shoulders. "After all, this place will kill you after all."
"I'm happy with my life," Roland said, and truth be told he was looking forward to death. "Death would just be a pause in my duties."
"You know," Demonos said, "people like you often are thrown in hell."
"I doubt even hell could hold me, Demonos," Roland laughed as he turned around and walked toward the door.
"No, but I can," Demonos smirked and a bright white flash engulfed the space. Only thing left black was Roland, his coat floating in a false wind, his eyes burning with black fire. "there's no escaping my power, Roland!" His voice boomed with authority, as if choirs spoke along with it.
Roland laughed, his voice echoing the empty space. "Id chronos uk id jiken, usi tadon terrila nok liok," was what he said. (It means, "there is no chance of ever hold my soul nor my body." It is the language of the demon's and angels. Hopefully, I'll have more of it later, along with the translation.) "I am Power." Roland focused for but a moment and the area around him became engulfed in darkness. "And I am no pushover." A flash of red lightning sparked in the dark cloud, and ripped through the empty space. Demonos' voice screamed in pain. "With this battle over-"
"We aren't finished," Demonos growled, but his voice was weak and empty.
"It back to banishment in the depths," Roland waved a hand and the white was gone, leaving only black darkness. The voice of Demonos was gone, but he knew that it was still in his mind. Roland took a deep breath, and tried to relax. He was power, more powerful then most humans ever dreamed. But the forces he faced, both in reality and in his mind were growing stronger and he didn't know if he could handle it.
With that in mind, Roland waved a hand, and a doorway appeared. He needed sleep in order to be at full power. With deep breath and slow movements, he made his way over to the doorway and opened it. He hated when Heather was right; it always ruined his day.
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Harry slept peacefully, but his dreams were of other matters. He saw the spirits of the people who died because of him. It was the first time in months that he had felt terrible because of it. He heard their screams, their pain, and their deaths. Everywhere he turned, there it was. "You Humans," a voice said, "thinking too linearly." Harry turned around to see Exodus.
"Roland?" he asked. The screams subsided for a moment.
"No, you fool," Exodus, replied. "I am a completely different person. How dare you even think I am that weakling?" The demon chuckled. "But I do see the resemblance." He laughed again, and the pain came back, flooding Harry's mind. He crouched down in pain. "And we both do feel human's pain." The pain abruptly stopped and Harry looked up at Exodus. "So, you're probably wondering why I'm here?"
"That would be one of my many questions," Harry asked. The pain started again, and the screams echoed through the empty room. Exodus waved his hand the screams were silent, and the pain gone.
"You and him are so alike, yet so different," exodus walked over to Harry and picked him up by the throat. "I'm surprised that you turned out so badly."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know the term doppelganger?" Harry nodded. Exodus began to pace back and forth on nothing. "Well, you and Roland are almost mirror images of each other, excluding looks. You are kind most of the time, while he is this beast who should be sedated. You have a human soul, while he is cursed with a demonic one." Exodus paused for a moment, and continued to pace. "But then you are so alike, it's disturbing. Both heroes, both willing to die to save a life." Exodus shook his head. "Piety, he must die."
"Roland, why?" Harry tried to stand up, but the screams of their tortured souls returned.
"In your sense, he will die, but live. Cease to exist but continue to." Exodus looked around. "But in our sense, this is Roland's last run. His last party." Harry was just confused. Again, the demon chuckled. "By the gods, you humans are dense."
"What do you mean?" Harry got onto his feet before the screams returned. This time he was able to stay on his feet.
"Just think about it," Exodus said before he disappeared, leaving Harry in the eternal darkness, with the pain and agony of those who died because of Voldemort. He prayed that the nightmare would end.
By: Chronos the Fallen Angel
Author's Note: I hate school, I hate school. Dye. Cheese. Light Shadow. Dark Ray. (Random words make life enjoyable.)
Anyways, sorry I haven't posted in a long time; I have five other projects I'm working on. Damn you Earth science.
Again, J.K. Rowlings owns Harry and the gang, DC owns Supergirl and the Specter (Hal Jordan), and I own Roland Childe and the plot.
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Slowly the train pulled to a full stop, clouds had come up and it was beginning to rain outside Hogwarts. Harry was happy to finally be back to the only place he could ever consider home, and now with his girlfriend, it was going to be a great year. He looked down at Hermione and smiled at her. She returned the smile and took his hand. Harry opened up the umbrella Professor Jordan was handing out, and they walked out into the rain. A crack of lightning came from the distance and the thunder soon followed. Hermione pulled closer to Harry. He gave her hand a small squeeze and they walked on.
Outside the train, Harry looked around trying to see some familiar faces. He saw his old Gryffindor friends, laughing and having fun despite the pouring rain. He saw Ron with lavender, trying to get a cart to themselves, and hurry off the castle. Most of the professors were there, including Snape. "Hermione look," he said, pointing toward them.
"I wonder why they're out here," she asked.
"I know what you mean," Harry replied, it was the first year they had ever seen most of the teachers outside. And in this rain.
"They are here for me," Roland came walking up behind him. Harry turned around quickly, holding Hermione and the umbrella. She moved closer to Harry, wrapping an arm around him. "Rather, me and the new teacher here." Heather was standing next to him, holding the umbrella over her head. Roland's hat just guided the rain to his shoulders and out of his face.
"We saw you two fighting earlier today," Hermione said, "what was that about?"
"The professor and I have a history of fighting," Roland replied, "normally, we don't see each other often, but-"
"Now remember, Roland," Heather said to him, "you promised."
"I know, but I promised that I would do my best," he answered. "C'mon, lets meet them and get the rest of our paper work out of the way." Heather hooked his arm and smiled at him. Roland picked up his cane and used her as a third leg inside, and together they walked over to the teachers. Professor Jordan came out of the train, wearing the same cloak that Harry had seen him wearing the first day he met him, and glided over to the group of teachers.
"This could be trouble," Hermione said and didn't move. Both of them wanted to watch what was going to happen. But a large hand touched both of their shoulders.
"c'mon, ya two," Hagrid said, "let the teachers worry about their problems." He led them over to the last carriage and guided them into it. "Now, get going." He said as he closed the door.
"I wonder what that was about." Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Me too," Harry replied, "I hoping they don't get into a fight."
"Heather probably made him promise not to get into a fight this year," Hermione yawned.
"Tired?"
"Mm-hmm," she said, "I haven't been sleeping lately."
"I thought it was getting better?"
"It was, but." Hermione trailed off and yawned again. "I don't know. It seems like that every time I go to sleep I see that face."
"Whose?"
"That demon's one?" Harry eyeballed Hermione. Demons were a new topic for them, and since both of them considered Steven one, he often got confused. "Exodus was what you called him, right?'
"Yeah," Harry remembered the face of that hunter, "but I doubt he's a demon, 'Mione."
"Why?"
"Because, he's a hunter," Harry replied, "he's supposed to be a good guy."
"Just because you're the good guy, doesn't mean you have to do the right thing, Harry." Hermione told him, he sighed and kissed the top of her head. She yawned again. "Wake me when we get there."
"Anything thing for you, Teddy Bear," Harry replied, and she giggled, closing her eyes and drifting into sleep. He started to drift into a sort of sleep state period, no dreams at all. But he wasn't really asleep either. When they finally reached the castle, Harry woke up Hermione just as she asked, but he couldn't remember anything about the ride the castle. "Ready?" he asked her no reason. Harry was probably being paranoid.
"As long as you are at my side," she said and kissed his gently. Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled Hermione closer, holding onto her with all his might. It was as if he let go, she'd never return. Harry just had a bad feeling.
Harry took a deep breath and relaxed. They stepped out of the stop carriage and filled into the crowds. He looked down at Hermione and gave her a small smile. She squeezed her hand. They walked silently together to their home, Hogwarts. And they had no idea what troubles awaited them.
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"Greetings," Dumbledore said, the sorting of first years was complete and everyone was seated, awaiting their headmasters instructions. Roland stood off the back, waiting for when he was to come up. Heather stood by his side. Harry noticed the hatred on the man's face, and saw where it was directed to, their new professor.
"First off, I would like to welcome you all back to another year of Hogwarts. We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, as you all could've guessed." This brought a small laugh, as it was rumored that they position was cursed. "I would like to welcome, Professor Hal Jordan." This brought applause from the entire room. "He has come from America to begin teaching you about elemental magic and armed combat." The applause slowly stopped and the murmurs began.
"The second surprise is our two new students, Roland, Heather could you please come forward," Dumbledore motioned for the two to move forward and come to the front of the room. Roland walked slowly, with Heather's help. He didn't have his cane and pulled his hat down farther, so that he couldn't be seen. The entire room was silent as they walked. No one dared to talk.
Once they reached the end to the tables, Roland allowed Heather to go first, so she could be sorted. Roland stood where he stopped, and crossed his arms, scowling at Professor Jordan. Heather shyly walked up to the head table. "This is Heather Mae Kent, from the American Magic University." Heather blushed badly; Harry saw that she looked over to Roland, who just nodded.
Professor Dumbledore said to Heather. "Please have a seat one the stool, like you saw the first years." She nodded and did as she was asked. Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head and almost immediately, it yelled, "GRIFFONDOR!"
Everyone, save Slytherin, clapped loudly for this new addition to the school. She smiled as she walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Harry and Hermione. Roland turned around and looked at Heather. Harry had never seen that big of a smile on him. It was almost out of character. "Our next student is Roland Childe," Professor Dumbledore paused for a moment, probably expecting something, but nothing came. "Roland can you please-" Roland had already walked up, taken the Sorting hat from Professor McGonagall and placed it on his head.
For a while, nothing happened. It was rather obvious that Roland was talking to the Sorting Hat. The entire hall was silent, waiting for the Sorting Hat's decision. Finally, the hat said something. It was extremely faint, but it clearly said something.
Roland nodded, and stood up, placing the hat on the stool. He calmly walked over to the front of the tables. Slowly, he made his way over to the path between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin table. He paused for a moment, facing the Slytherin table. There were smiles spreading alone the table, as they thought they had acquired a new student.
Harry saw the frown on Heather's face and she looked down at her lap. A hand appeared on her shoulder and it was connected to Roland, a smile on his face. he leaned down next to her ear. "I told you not to worry," Roland spoke softly, and then took the open seat next to her.
Again the entire hall was quiet until Professor Dumbledore started to clap. He stood up slowly, and soon was joined by the other teachers. Only Professor Jordan stayed in his chair. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender were on their feet clapping too. Soon the entire table, and then the room. Harry only saw Steven, Draco and his Slytherin friends not clapping. Heather was smiling, and a single tear slipped from her eye. She turned to hug Roland, and said something to him, Harry didn't catch what. But again, there was that big smile on Roland's face. It wasn't often he had a smile on, let alone on the size.
"Now," Professor Dumbledore said, the room grew silent. Everyone took their seats again. "As you know, the forbidden forest is off limits-" ("like that ever stopped me," Roland whispered across the table. Heather slapped his shoulder hard.) "Also in regards to our students with weapons, those who have them should be immediately be given to the head of your house, and then handed over to Professor Jordan. Please include your year, name, and house with the weapons." Professor Dumbledore's voice was grave and full of concern. It wasn't hard to see it on his face too. "Any student caught with any weapon of any sort without a permission slip from Professor Jordan shall have their weapon taken away." the groans filled up the room, but quickly stopped when he held up his hands. "Now on to light news."
"This year we are going to have a few dances added in," a round of applause came form all the houses. "One on Halloween, one on the day before Christmas break, and one on Valentine's Day. I hope this brings a smile to everyone's face." Harry turned and looked at Hermione, smiling. She returned the smile happily. He looked up and saw Heather and Roland talking peacefully, a smile on both their faces. Harry was still getting used to see that smile. It was rather odd to see it on his friends face.
"My final words for the night are Dig in." everyone clapped loudly, smiles across the room. The food began to appear on the table, and everyone filled their plates. Harry helped Hermione get what she wanted, then served himself. After getting his food, he looked up and saw Roland handing Heather her plate, filled with food. And nothing was on his. He quietly tapped Hermione's shoulder and she saw it. Both of them had to hold in their laughter.
The dinner went by peacefully; there was a lot of talk about the dances, and the new teacher and of course, Heather and Roland. He was quiet and relaxed for most of the dinner.
After dinner, Professor Dumbledore came over and wanted to talk to Roland and Heather for a while. They left with the Headmaster; Ron and Lavender wondered off to one of their secret spots they had found last year, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
It was about ten when the common room emptied out, save Harry and Hermione. They sat quietly, watching the fire. They hadn't said a word in over an hour, just sitting there, basking in each other's presence, not wanting to leave each other. Harry was worried about her. Hermione was having trouble sleeping; he didn't want to leave her quite yet. Finally she stood up and yawned. "Harry," she said softly. He was on his feet and hands at her waist. A smile was on both their faces. "We need some sleep."
"We could sleep right here," he said, smirking. Hermione blushed and slapped his arm lightly.
"Harry," he knew she was blushing. "I mean in beds." Harry sighed. "I know, but we can see each other tomorrow. We have most of the classes together."
"Almost all," Harry replied, "I think the only thing we don't have is Arcimacy and Divination."
"Yeah," Hermione sighed and looked down.
"What's wrong, 'Mione?" he asked.
"I have Advance Arcimacy with Steven." Tears were in her eyes when she looked up.
Harry pulled her closer into his chest. "Shh, it's alright." He slowly rubbed her back, and heard her sobs on his shoulder. "We'll think of something."
Just then, the door opened, and two people walked in. "Professor Dumbledore said your room was with Hermione and Lavender, so go-" Roland stopped and looked up at Harry and Hermione. "oh." Was all he said.
"I'm going to bed, Roland," Heather was right behind him. She gave him a hug and he gladly returned it. In a flash, she was upstairs and in her room.
Roland sighed and rubbed his head. He walked over to them, Harry had sat down, and Hermione was on his lap. "So she finally told you?"
"Told me what?" Harry asked, then he realized. "Oh, yeah."
"Well," Roland pulled a list out of his coat. He looked over at the fire. "Thing's dying, here." With a wave of his hand the fire was bright as ever. "I have a list of those who are going to be in my classes. Just my luck, I have Advance Arcimacy with you and Steven." He handed it to Hermione. "The rest are with both of you. So, I'll watch her for you."
"Thanks," Hermione wiped the tears off her face. She looked at the list for while, trying to understand it. Harry looked over at Roland.
"Yes, thank you Roland," Harry replied. "This is going to help, considering the way Steven acts around you." Roland chuckled.
"Yeah, my little display helped out a bit," Roland replied. "But sadly enough, we have Defense against the Dark art with them, so." his voice trailed off and looked over at the fire. "I need my sleep, so I'm heading up to our dorm room." Roland started to walk over to the stairs leading up to the Gryffindor's room.
"Our?" Harry asked.
"Prof Jordan thought it would be better if I was watched by the some students, who you and Ron were assigned to make sure that I do nothing 'illegal'." He laughed again, and disappeared into the shadows. Roland was the only student who hadn't changed into their uniform. He still wore his black coat, his hat, and his sunglasses.
Hermione leaned her heard against Harry's shoulder, still reading the list. "Good," she finally said, "at least there is someone I know I can trust in my classes. If not you, then Roland."
"What about Ron?" Harry asked, but already knew the answer. He had seen the terror on Steven's face when he tried to fight Roland. And Roland could back up whatever he said. "What ever you want, honey."
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione said, "and its not that I don't trust Ron, it's just that-"
"Roland has a better chance at protecting you then Ron does," Harry finished, "I know." He kissed her forehead softly, "why don't you get some sleep?" She nodded. "Good, I'll see you in the morning." Harry stood up, pulling Hermione with him. He gave her a final hug and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you."
"And I you," Hermione replied, and hugged Harry again. He released her, and slowly, Hermione walked over to the stairs leading to her room. She waved goodbye before heading down them. Harry sighed and took a seat back down. Despite the fact that he was looking forward to the year, it was tiring day. He and Hermione tried to get in as much time together as they could, with them having busy schedules. But they promised that they would always make time for each other when ever it was truly needed. Hermione made him promise. She knew that it was going to be a difficult for both of them, seeing with this mutant situation.
Harry also knew that with this realization of demons was going to make it even worse. Roland had taught them a bit a magic that protected them, but it wasn't enough he said. They need more now that they know. He said that he would try to find time to teach them, but with the school starting, he didn't know. Something was rather odd about it, because Roland never even said why he could teach them. And from what it sounded like he could even teach.
With his mind thinking, Harry's thoughts went back to Sirius, his godfather and friend. The funeral was enough, but it hadn't solved all his problems. He still missed him, probably more so then his parents. For he actually knew Sirius, knew him as a friend. And he bonded with his godfather. With him being gone, Harry felt this absence. But he finally had someone else to love, Hermione. And this worried him. She was in danger for every one that he loved kept on dying.
Harry sighed again, and decided that he should get some sleep. It was probably better from him to stop thinking about all that horrible things in his life and inside think of the good things. Like Hermione. Slowly, he made his way to the stairs that led to his dorm room.
* * * * * *
Roland stood solemnly in front of a council. He knew it was a dream, but a rather advance form. The council was his subconscious version of the higher being who was in charge. Roland never felt comfortable with just one person in control. This meeting meant that new information had come up. All four people on the council had hoods covering their heads, and he couldn't see their faces. But it never bothered Roland before, and it didn't now. "What am I here for?" he asked, loud and firm. His arms were crossed across his chest, and his legs spread out. His long black coat was swaying in a nonexistent wind. His stance was that of a defiant man, standing trial for a crime he didn't commit.
"As you know," the woman said, "some knew information has come up." She was wearing a brown hood, and long green braids had come down from in it. Twigs and leaves were in the braids.
"Yes," the man with the red hood said, "it concerns your father." He spoke with a fiery passion. Roland stood up straight and concern covered his face.
"my father?" Roland was boiling with anger. "What's he got to do with Steven."
The man in white spoke up. "Everything, my son." A long pause came. "Whether he's directly or indirectly controlling him, it doesn't matter. Your father is at fault."
"I'll kill the bastard," Roland grumbled, "both of them." He began to crack his knuckles. His anger was relentless, how dare his father get involved in this. The man was going to die by Roland's hand, one way or another.
"You are too weak for that, especially with you being in that school," the man in blue said. His hood was like water, flowing down his back. "They're draining you power."
"I know," Roland rubbed his forehead. "I still don't get all of it, but, yeah." He paused for a moment, thinking. "I'll be able to last til December until I need my leave." Again, he paused, thinking of the consequences of him being at Hogwarts. It was already hard on his body, but he constantly regained his lost energy when he slept. But it was still hard, seeing as the other students drained him. "I'll be able to protect them."
"Good," the woman said, "see that you do. They are important to our plans."
"It'd help if I knew what they were," Roland replied, but didn't get a response. He sighed; of course, he wouldn't get a response they never gave him any info on why he does what they ask for. "Alright, whatever; just let me get my sleep." He waved a hand and the council disappeared. Roland sighed; he knew that it was only a matter of time before things became difficult, with or without his father involved. The school was draining more from him then he had figured, but still there was a job at hand, and Roland needed to do it. Sighing deeply, he waved a hand again, and a door frame appeared in the dark realm. Another wave and it opened, bright white light poured from the doorway and Roland slowly walked toward, his head facing the ground. Laughter filled the emptiness and Roland wiped around, trying to find.
"Hello, my dear, dear friend," a voice spoke. So maleficent, so dark. If Roland didn't know who it was, he would have shivered. "And how is the Blood-Killer doing?"
"Is that what they are calling me now?" Roland chuckled; the voice belonged to a demon that haunted his mind. "I'm surprised that you have been able to keep up with the times, Demonos. You really should get out more."
"Maybe, Roland," Demonos replied, "but it suits you well." Roland shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it's you who should get out more." Again Roland just shrugged his shoulders. "After all, this place will kill you after all."
"I'm happy with my life," Roland said, and truth be told he was looking forward to death. "Death would just be a pause in my duties."
"You know," Demonos said, "people like you often are thrown in hell."
"I doubt even hell could hold me, Demonos," Roland laughed as he turned around and walked toward the door.
"No, but I can," Demonos smirked and a bright white flash engulfed the space. Only thing left black was Roland, his coat floating in a false wind, his eyes burning with black fire. "there's no escaping my power, Roland!" His voice boomed with authority, as if choirs spoke along with it.
Roland laughed, his voice echoing the empty space. "Id chronos uk id jiken, usi tadon terrila nok liok," was what he said. (It means, "there is no chance of ever hold my soul nor my body." It is the language of the demon's and angels. Hopefully, I'll have more of it later, along with the translation.) "I am Power." Roland focused for but a moment and the area around him became engulfed in darkness. "And I am no pushover." A flash of red lightning sparked in the dark cloud, and ripped through the empty space. Demonos' voice screamed in pain. "With this battle over-"
"We aren't finished," Demonos growled, but his voice was weak and empty.
"It back to banishment in the depths," Roland waved a hand and the white was gone, leaving only black darkness. The voice of Demonos was gone, but he knew that it was still in his mind. Roland took a deep breath, and tried to relax. He was power, more powerful then most humans ever dreamed. But the forces he faced, both in reality and in his mind were growing stronger and he didn't know if he could handle it.
With that in mind, Roland waved a hand, and a doorway appeared. He needed sleep in order to be at full power. With deep breath and slow movements, he made his way over to the doorway and opened it. He hated when Heather was right; it always ruined his day.
* * * * * *
Harry slept peacefully, but his dreams were of other matters. He saw the spirits of the people who died because of him. It was the first time in months that he had felt terrible because of it. He heard their screams, their pain, and their deaths. Everywhere he turned, there it was. "You Humans," a voice said, "thinking too linearly." Harry turned around to see Exodus.
"Roland?" he asked. The screams subsided for a moment.
"No, you fool," Exodus, replied. "I am a completely different person. How dare you even think I am that weakling?" The demon chuckled. "But I do see the resemblance." He laughed again, and the pain came back, flooding Harry's mind. He crouched down in pain. "And we both do feel human's pain." The pain abruptly stopped and Harry looked up at Exodus. "So, you're probably wondering why I'm here?"
"That would be one of my many questions," Harry asked. The pain started again, and the screams echoed through the empty room. Exodus waved his hand the screams were silent, and the pain gone.
"You and him are so alike, yet so different," exodus walked over to Harry and picked him up by the throat. "I'm surprised that you turned out so badly."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know the term doppelganger?" Harry nodded. Exodus began to pace back and forth on nothing. "Well, you and Roland are almost mirror images of each other, excluding looks. You are kind most of the time, while he is this beast who should be sedated. You have a human soul, while he is cursed with a demonic one." Exodus paused for a moment, and continued to pace. "But then you are so alike, it's disturbing. Both heroes, both willing to die to save a life." Exodus shook his head. "Piety, he must die."
"Roland, why?" Harry tried to stand up, but the screams of their tortured souls returned.
"In your sense, he will die, but live. Cease to exist but continue to." Exodus looked around. "But in our sense, this is Roland's last run. His last party." Harry was just confused. Again, the demon chuckled. "By the gods, you humans are dense."
"What do you mean?" Harry got onto his feet before the screams returned. This time he was able to stay on his feet.
"Just think about it," Exodus said before he disappeared, leaving Harry in the eternal darkness, with the pain and agony of those who died because of Voldemort. He prayed that the nightmare would end.