Coming Silence Ch: 3
As soon as Harry stepped through those golden gates, a warm and welcoming feeling rushed over him. He was engulfed in a strong, knowing, and excepting embrace. Then pain ripped through his stomach, setting his nerves on fire. The pain raced through his body in wave after wave. Unable to hold it back, he opened his mouth and screamed.

Two strong and lithe arms scooped him up. Harry was on the edge of unconsciousness when they burst through the doors of the castle. "Move!" was the last thing Harry heard before he plunged into darkness.

Harry slowly woke up, wincing as the pain in his head intensified. "He's awake," said a soft voice from his left. A pale hand sat on his head. A moment later, the pain washed itself away in a rush of green light. Opening his eyes, Harry saw a young woman's pale face leaning over him. He blinked- then blinked again. He could see but he didn't need his glasses? What was going on?

"Who," he croaked. The woman handed him a glass of water. He took a gulp before continuing. "Who are you?"

The woman smiled slightly, her violet eyes sparkling in the dim light. "I am Ittana, my Prince. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," retorted Harry. He gingerly pushed himself into a sitting position. "Where are my glasses? And what happened?"

"You came into your powers," said Roltac as he materialized from the shadows. "A little earlier than I expected but it must have been because you entered into the castle. It accepted you as King and pushed up your transformation. As for your glasses, you don't need them. Ittana and Malvorn have been healing you for three days now."

"Three days? Thank you, Ittana, for helping me. I will thank Malvorn when I meet him."

"No thanks are needed, my Prince," Harry winced at the name but smiled as a medium sized male entered into the room from a side door. He was tanned very dark with short red hair and ice blue eyes. His ears were pointed and Harry could see a thin tail coming from behind the man. "I did what I could. I was happy to help."

Harry blushed slightly and looked at Ittana. Her blond hair was pulled up and two silver wings erupted from her back. She was pretty but Harry felt no attraction to her. He did notice, however, that his sight was sharper than it had been for years.

"Well thank you anyway. I'm grateful for your help. But can you explain what happened to me?" Harry looked down at his hands and gasped. Long sharp claws sprouted from his fingers. On the inside of one hand, a brown tattoo of a sun-busted star peaked out at him. The inside of his mouth hurt and when he touched the inside of his face, two long fangs poked out at him. "What the hell?"

Ittana smiled slightly at his confusion. "It is from your transformation. Apparently, Roltac was wrong when he said you would go through no physical transformation. You have turned into a Cat Demon. Your claws are retractable, and you will have night vision, as your pupils are now slits. Also, you have a tail."

"That will take a while to get used too but they are fun to have!" said Malvorn. "You can tickle people as you walk by and no one will know it's you."

"Malvorn! Don't teach him your bad habits!"

"Children," interrupted Roltac, "No fighting. Harry, I know it will take a while to get used too, but I would worry about your magical abilities. I was right when I said you will be powerful. Now get out of that bed, get dressed, and lets go exploring!"

With the help of all three of his new friends- for Harry had decided he liked Ittana and Malvorn- Harry was soon dressed in pants of light black with a long green tunic and a silver sash. His black tail poked out from his behind and, like a true cats tail, had a mind of its own as it swished to and thro. He found this extremely annoying but Malvorn swore he would get used to it.

Off they all went, traveling through miles of corridors and rooms, Harry mentally mapping everything in his mind for later use. His rooms were huge: containing his bedroom done in dark woods and black and silver bed coverings, his formal meeting room done in light tapestries and comfortable resting chairs and tables, his meeting work room done in tall tables and rows upon rows off books, and finally his own bathroom with a huge marble tub and a modern world toilette.

On their way around the castle, Harry learned that there were nine other Advisors: Lenor, Solzat, Harine, Sournet, Lilanen, Tolmet, Marinaz, Pansis, and Walniris. Harry knew without a doubt that a few of them would hate him right off the bat. He learned which ones would help him, which ones would openly oppose him, and which ones were back stabbers.

When the day ended, Harry had met and made many friends among the staff of the castle and his own people. Ittana told him rumors about how nice he was were already circulating across the grounds. He was so tired that when he got into his bedchambers, he fell instantly into sleep.

A few weeks later found Harry adjusting well to his new status as Prince. He was a natural leader and he was shocked to find that his Slytherin side was a great asset when dealing with the Advisors. Oh, how Snape would be proud. That small thought got him thinking about the friends he left behind. Finding Roltac in the castle library, Harry made the demon take him to the Mirror Room.

True to its name, the Mirror Room was a long and oblong shape room covered wall to wall in small silver mirrors. Candles floated in specialized nooks in the walls, waiting to be lit. Roltac explained that - in order to make the room work- a candle had to be lit. This candle would reflect in the mirror, bouncing its light into another mirror and so on and so forth. Speaking the incantation, the mirror then allows the viewer to then see into a realm of their choosing. Right now, he wanted to see into his old realm.

Visions of children floated up from the depths of the mirror. Harry could pick out the forms of Hermione and Ron, but they didn't look real worried. In fact, they looked positively peachy! On closer inspection, Harry noticed that the two were holding hands. That must have been why they were happy. They were finally together. Right?

Harry cruised through the mirror, watching Sirius and Remus, Hagrid on his mission for Dumbledore, and even Snape himself. It seemed to Harry that Snape looked a little worse for wear. His disappearance must have had a deeper effect on Snape than anyone knew.

Time was up and soon Harry was carted off to his lessons. He was recently relocated to an unused wing of the castle, as he seemed to have a problem with blowing up the classrooms. Trying to control his demon powers was harder than he though! Strangely enough, though, one of Harry's best classes was Potions. Maybe the lack of a snarly teacher did him some good after all. But, Harry admitted to himself, he did miss Snape in a way. No one gave really good insults around the castle.

Another class Harry did well in was his Defense class. Not only magical Defense, but also the physical Defense as well. The mastery of sword fighting was coming to him easily, as well as hand-to-hand combat. Even though he didn't seem to be growing anymore, the class helped tone his muscles and he was now wiry and lean.

On his way to the other end of the castle, he was stopped by one of the Advisors Assistance. Apparently, the scheduled visitation for Harry's godfather had met with some difficulties. Some one did not want Harry to be socializing with Sirius. And yet, they would not come right out and challenge him. Especially not after the missing Monarchs Crown was found by Harry himself- next to his own bed, none the less- days after he first came there. The Crown of black diamonds was missing for well over 30 years. More proof of Harry's blood right to the throne.

Well, Harry wasn't going to let them spoil his chance to see his godfather. He stalked down the many corridors; his only focus was getting to the Advisory room before he spent his anger on an unsuspecting servant. That was the mood Roltac eventually found Harry in as they collided in one of the corridors.

"Harry?" asked Roltac. By Harry's own request, those closest to him only called him Majesty during important ceremonies. "Are you alright?"

Harry growled and shoved the letter in Roltac's face. It only took the demon a few minutes to read it and his silver eyes widened. Some one must be really stupid to deny their King-Harry had recently been crowned King- his greatest desire.

"Holy fuck. Who wrote this?"

"I don't know. I am willing to bet that it was Tolmet. He doesn't like me and he made sure I knew it. Oh, I am so going to rip his head off."

"Harry, listen to me," Roltac wrapped his arms around Harry's thin shoulders. "Walking into that room in an anger will only confirm their belief that you are too young to be King. Be better than them and focus your anger on something else. You have to be as cold as ice when confronting them."

"You want me to focus on something else? That's all fine and dandy but what? All I can think of is wanting to strangle that bastard."

Roltac stared into those gem green eyes and thought quickly. Soon he came to a decision. True, Harry would probably hex him into the ground, but it was the only thing that came to mind. As quick as lightning, Roltac swooped in, grasping Harry by the chin and clamping his lips onto Harry's warm and smooth ones.

Harry gasped at the sudden contact and Roltac took this to his advantage. His tongue infiltrated Harry's mouth, mapping out the whole of his contents. Harry remained motionless for a moment as he adjusted to being kissed. Roltac just kissed him! He wrapped his mind around that fact as he reached up and wrapped his arms around his friend's neck. It was him who deepened the kiss, causing Roltac to slip in surprise.

They quickly broke it off and stared at each other. Finally, Harry broke the silence, saying with a blush, "That was my first kiss, you know. And I kind of liked it." This caught Roltac off guard and if Harry wasn't busy studying the ground at his feet, he would have caught the pleasure his statement provoked dancing on Roltac's face.

"And I also enjoyed it." Roltac grasped Harry's chin and gently raised it. "I hope you have something else to think about now. And I wouldn't mind repeating that kiss again." He quickly dropped a kiss onto Harry's forehead and shuffled off down the hall, leaving Harry breathless and confused.

Harry had always had a feeling that he was gay or at least bi. The only girl he had seemed to like was Cho and there were a lot of pretty girls at Hogwarts. But he had also caught himself staring at a few of the guys as well. And that kiss from Roltac just cemented the fact of his being gay. But did he still like girls? Harry contemplated this as he walked into the Advisory room, unconsciously placing his cold mask of uncaring on as he walked towards the seated members.

Harry raised the paper form that Roltac had given him back into the air. "Some one here sent me this. It says that my visitation for my godfather has been canceled. May I ask why?"

Ittana and Malvorn looked at their friend in confusion. It was obvious that they had no clue what was going on. Harry looked at each and every one of the board members in turn. Some turned away, some looked just as confused as Ittana and Malvorn, but a few had a smug look plastered on to his or her face. Inside, Harry smirked. It was time to give them the performance of a lifetime.

AN: I know, I know, your all probably wondering 'where is the slash?" but I promise you, it is on the way (that is, if anyone is reading this..). I have to introduce Sirius into the Demon Realm and have information that will shatter Harry's faith in his so-called friends. Anyway, read and review.