AU. "There will come a time when a being of unassuming proportions will bring doom to heaven and hell…" DMHP, RWHG. Fusion with "The Demon Ororon".
By: Shamera
Movement V, Part 1
"Where's Harry?"
Blaise looked up from where he had been reading a random book on the floor, trying to stay as cool as possible (especially since the temperature seemed to have risen drastically the last few days). He scowled when he saw Hermione at the doorway, glaring at him fiercely.
"He's out with the others." He responded casually, returning his attention back to the book he was reading.
"Others?" Hermione cursed quietly under her breath. "Why are you all still here? Especially that blonde ditz, self-proclaimed demon king…"
Several streets away, Draco sneezed.
"Draco?" Harry peered at the blonde standing next to him. "Are you catching a cold in this weather?"
It was exceedingly hot outside, but Harry had insisted in an afternoon walk, perhaps to enjoy the dying beams of sunlight as it bathed the streets a reddish-gold color. It didn't help that there didn't seem to be a single breeze willing to come out, giving the air its humid feel as the very oxygen around them seemed to close in and smother them in the inescapable heat.
Not that Draco was complaining, seeing that he was out there with Harry.
"No." he answered simply, and thought to come up with an excuse. "Someone's probably talking about me."
"What do you mean?"
Draco smiled indulgently at the curious look that Harry was threw him, watching the other boy try and struggle with keeping his wild hair under control, trying to convince his damp bangs to stay behind his ears.
"I mean that when you sneeze, there's probably someone talking about you."
Harry stopped until the tall shade of a nearby tree, wiping his forehead with the edge of his short sleeves. Draco followed the movement with his eyes, watching as the edge of the baggy shirt hitched up to reveal a strip of smooth, tanned skin damp with sweat. Draco himself had chosen to wear a buttoned up royal blue shirt with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and dark grey dress slacks, his blonde hair falling into his eyes haphazardly. Harry had grumbled earlier about Draco wearing so much and not feeling the heat, but had stopped when the demon suggested he strip to alleviate the heat.
Hedwig swooped down from where she had flown high overhead, and circled the two boys for a moment before going back to her flying. With the sun setting, the snowy owl seemed to have no problem with the heat at all.
"Really?" Harry seemed even more curious. "But wouldn't you be constantly sneezing, then? Because there has to be someone preaching about demons and hell all the time… especially since you're the demon king."
"It doesn't work that way." Draco tried to explain. "It has to be someone who honestly knows who you are and such…"
"What about those who know you by reputation?"
"Oh, then that won't work."
__I've found him.__
There was a distant hoot as Hedwig found something interesting up ahead, and Harry have a short laugh at Draco's conversation, then turned to catch up to his owl, jogging the distance despite the warmth of the day.
Draco just stayed behind with a strained smile, and turned around when he was sure that Harry wouldn't be paying attention.
His smile shattered like glass as he watched wisps of blackness start to appear from the ground.
His expression turned into one of disdain as he watched the darkness get larger in front of him, the wild forms and shadows beginning to come together in a form of several giant snake heads without the eyes, all growing from the ground and baring their fangs dangerously at Draco.
__I've finally found him! The demon king!__
Draco sneered at the creature. "So you've found me. Why were you looking in the first place?"
The shadow snakes wreathed in the sunlight.
__A bounty…__ they hissed. __A bounty on your head… two million galleons: to kill you and bring your bloody head back to the royal court.__
It attacked him at that moment, but flinched back when the shadowy heads hit an invisible shield, and screeched when more sunlight fell upon them, erasing some parts of their being.
"Is that a fact…?"
Draco brought a hand to his chin, thinking deeply and not at all worried about the monster that had been sent to kill him, instead walking more directly into the sunlight and letting the burning orb in the sky do its work as the monster hissed and dissolved whenever it tried to follow him.
"What a disgrace." He snorted, watching as the burning rays from the sun lay waste to the creature. "Sending a first rate monster like that after me. One would think they were just trying to entertain me rather than kill me. Someone underestimates me terribly."
He watched as the shadows dissolved under the sunlight until someone caught a hold of his elbow, and he turned to see a smiling Harry.
"Talking to yourself again?" Harry teased, pulling Draco along as he walked the rest of the block, readjusting the thin glasses.
Draco smirked and leaned in close to the dark haired boy. "Yes. I find it to be the only stimulating conversation around."
Harry laughed at that, and Draco couldn't hold back his open smile as he gazed upon the half-angel; his savior.
"Well, well… isn't this very interesting?"
The blonde demon's expression blanked immediately at the sound of that voice, and he turned around to where the shadow monster had just died, Harry also looking on openly.
"Who is that?" Harry asked, but not before a large portion of the street burst up in flames, taking on the shape of a pentacle with various runes inscribed in fire. The half-angel cried out at the sudden scorching heat, covering his face with his arms as the flames licked too close for comfort.
Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist protectively, bringing the both of them a few steps back safely out of the flames' reach.
"You've been hanging around humans so much that it's changed you. I didn't even know you could smile, Draco Malfoy."
The flames and heat disappeared the reveal the silhouette of a figure in the middle, dressed in dark robes.
Draco's grip on Harry's waist tightened, and he hugged the other boy to him possessively.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley."
The tall redhead in the middle smirked, blue eyes taking in the scene carefully.
"In the flesh. And how are you lately, cousin?"
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Part 2
"Ronald Weasley? The youngest Weasley boy with the biggest temper out of the entire clan of Weasleys?"
Blaise got smacked over the head harshly as Dobby rounded the corner, mumbling about insulting the royal family under his breath.
"Fuck!" The monster shouted out as he covered his head with his hands. "What the hell? I just told the truth!"
Ron laughed heartedly. "Biggest temper? My, the gossip mill does exaggerate everything these days, doesn't it?"
Draco was not amused as the laughter continued on, instead crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen where Harry was sitting at the table, a cup of cooled tea in his hands.
"Harry! You're back!"
Ron stopped laughing as someone ran into him from behind, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs.
Hermione fell on her back, letting out a whoosh of air and striking her head against the wall. "What-? Who the hell are you?!"
Ron's eyes widened as he saw the brown-haired girl dressed so modestly in a knee length skirt and button up shirt. He kneeled down slightly to help her, up his hand resting lightly on her arm. "Pardon me… Please do accept my apology. Did I hurt you?"
"Hermione?" Harry stood up from where he had been sitting, a smile coming onto his face. "You're here!"
The girl didn't seem to have heard him, instead concentrating on keeping a blush down as she stared at the redhead smiling charmingly before her, his hand on her arm.
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"It was quite surprising, to say the least. I had sent the monster up here to find you, but didn't even think that it would work, given that you've cloaked yourself in the human world. I thought I would have a much harder time finding you."
Ron pulled out a chair in the patio of the back yard, basking in the cool temperatures that the night offered. "But as it stands, it gives more leisure time before anyone else finds you." He waved a hand at the chair, "Shall we sit?"
Draco didn't move from his position at the door. "What do you what?"
Ron smiled mysteriously.
"Just to see my dearest cousin… die."
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Part 3
Draco's expression remained stoic as the redhead burst out into laughter, finding amusement in his last statement.
"But seriously, Malfoy," Ron said after a moment to catch his breath. "It's not me you should be worried about. The spheres of demons are searching high and low for the missing king, you know?"
"Why?"
The redhead shrugged. "Well… we threw this banquet after you left, in which that doppelganger you left behind was stupid enough to eat some poisoned food that someone had left on the table." His blue eyes flashed. "Needless to say, that doppelganger didn't survive."
Draco only glared.
Ron smiled again. "But don't kill the messenger, right? Needless to say, the courts were ballistic when this happened. You can't even imagine the bedlam that ensued! Ministers panicked and ran, court ladies screaming and fainting all over the place… pathetic, really. It was a laughable doppelganger, but they all seemed to be fooled."
"I didn't need a better one." Draco said evenly. "They were all idiots, anyway."
"I can't believe my dear cousin would just run away, though."
Draco stood away from the doorway. "Enough, already."
Ron snickered. "What? Don't like me calling you 'dear cousin'? You seem to get all pissy on me every time…"
"I am not pissy."
"It's amusing when you get irritated like that." Ron taunted. "I remember when I was the one who got angry that easily whenever you were around, but now it certainly looks like the tables have been turned, doesn't it?"
Draco fumed for a moment, glaring. "Shut the fu-"
"Don't you care?"
Grey eyes narrowed at the redhead lounging comfortably before him in the nighttime darkness.
"About what?"
"I'm assuming that you want to keep an air of… gentility around the humans."
There was a curious 'hmm?' from behind Draco.
The blonde demon whirled around, eyes widening to find Harry standing there right behind him, munching on a snack behind him.
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "How long have you been there?"
The green eyed boy smiled. "Since Ron said 'die'."
Ron snickered at the bewildered look on Draco's face, drawing the other demon's glare once again. Harry chuckled as well when he saw the smoldering glare that Draco gave the redhead, basking in the relief of the cool air outside.
"Even demons act childish when it comes to relatives, then." Harry observed amusedly. He offered several scones to Draco.
"No, it's not quite like that…"
"It's exactly like that!"
Draco threw the scone that he took from Harry at Ron's head.
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Part 4
Poisoned food.
The doppelganger doll king left on the throne.
The numerous ministers and advisers in hell scheming behind the king's back.
…the cat poses as a devil…
heaven above
hell below.
And the entire world in between.
The earth… floating high in an endless abyss, caught in the middle of two gigantic wars, both vying for dominance in an endless age of battle. War… a chronic war whose embers never died out.
He ate the poisoned food.
A victory. A loss. It didn't matter in the end, because the war was never over. Earth was a battlefield for both sides, because both sides could not be breathed by either.
A crack.
Earth began to splinter and break as the war held on, blood running deeply from the crevices.
Where is here?
"Wake up, angel. It's time for tea."
Harry opened his eyes slowly to see that he had fallen asleep under a tree in the back yard, Hedwig high on one of the top branches, watching over him and hooting softly every once in a while. He looked to the person who had woken him up, hands gripping the glasses left be his head and slipping them over green eyes easily.
Ron stood there, offering him a cup of tea.
He sat up, feeling a familiar coat slide off him as he did so. Harry looked down, and brought up the coat to smell the scent that was so very familiar by now. "Draco's coat… where is he?"
"He left shortly after you fell asleep." Ron said. "I think he's avoiding me."
Harry accepted the cup of tea gracefully. "You guys aren't that close, are you?"
The redheaded demon shrugged nonchalantly. "He hates me. A few years ago, I could have said the same for my feelings about him. But now his scorn is unilateral. My hate for him seems to have… dissolved along the way."
Hedwig flew down to perch on Harry's shoulder, nipping at the boy's ear affectionately as he set the tea down on the grass next to him. He stroked her feathers slowly, indulging her as she tried to groom his hair.
"Don't take it too personally," Harry said around Hedwig's wings. "He thinks his entire family is assholes. It's not hard to deduce that he hates them all."
Ron laughed as he settled into the patio chair to enjoy his own cup of tea. "It's only natural to hate those who would poison your food."
He ate the poisoned food.
Harry's brows furrowed as he tried to recall the dream he had earlier.
Ron only watched his quietly, trying to figure out why Draco had stayed with this one person the entire time. The redhead finally set down his tea. "Has he ever talked about his past… or his family with you, Harry?"
The green eyed boy shook his head.
Ron smiled indulgently, and leaned back against the chair to begin his short story.
"My family, although not the direct line of royalty, is quite large. I have five brothers and a sister, luckily from both the same mother and father. I had always been jealous of Draco as a child… perhaps because even though we were distant cousins, we were very different from each other. He was the only child to his mother, and favored by the demon king. He had wealth, prestige, and respect even as a small child… whereas I was always overlooked by my family because there were so many of us."
He looked straight at Harry, as if trying to warn the boy about something in the future.
"Draco wasn't supposed to be king. He definitely wasn't the king's heir… and that's why he is so hated by everyone on hell."
End Movement V.
Note: And here we see a more unhinged side of Draco and the arrival of Ron. :D Yes, Ron is Othello. Thanks so much for everyone's reviews in the last chapter! *_* Wow, there's people following this story... next up is an interlude that I've been dying to write since I started this. XD So it shouldn't take long despite the fact that tomorrow is the start of AP tests. ^^;; I also have a concert this Friday (again!) and Prom on Saturday, then two more AP tests to take after that. So sorry if my writing starts getting really... really... slow. ^^;; Hope everyone liked this, though! :D