Coming Silence
Ch: 4
"Well?" asked Harry in a voice that froze the room. One more amazing power that had materialized from thin air after Harry's 'birth'. The Advisory group looked at Harry again, the ones who had smirked quickly wiping the looks from their faces. This was the performance of a life time. Not bursting into a blind rage- spawned from his demon blood- and still able to remain cold and efficient was really wearing on his nerves.
They did have a right to be afraid. The second meeting Harry had attended with the gathered Advisories was one none would forget anytime soon. They were on the subject about the orphaned children gathering at the docks. One important shipping dock in Alenzar was the Port of Valez, six miles outside the Royal Castle and up the river Valez. Apparently, the orphans had taken to this spot and begged the captains of the docked ships for money.
Ittana had broached the option of building a shelter house or community center for the orphans to go to- that way they would be out of the Ship Masters' hair. Harry had thought this to be a great idea- after all, they had those sorts of things in his world. Tolmet, however, had a different idea..
"However amendable that idea is Ittana," started Tolmet in his nasally voice. "That would cost both time and money, which I remind you, should not be spent on such worthless causes."
Harry froze instantly at Tolmet's response. "Worthless?" he asked in a deceitfully genteel voice. "Which is worthless? The children or the work?"
Tolmet's reptilian eyes glared hatefully at Harry. "Well, obviously, My Liege, not the children. It is just the amount of work needed to build anything to the likes of what Ittana has in mind is just not worth the effort. After all, those worthless orphans will be going back to the docks to beg anyway, so why bother?"
A few of the other Advisories nodded as they saw the truth in Tolmet's words. "Worthless orphans?" repeated Harry. His voice was as cold as his gaze and a fire of rage burned in the depths of his eyes. "Need I remind you that I was basically an orphan in my old realm?"
Tolmet did the stupidest thing he could have ever done. Instead of trying to repair the damage his ill received words had brought, he laughed instead! His forked tongue danced out of his mouth in a strange and hypnotic dance. "Like I said, My Liege," he spat the words out with venom, "they are nothing but worthless orphans. Orphans are not worth anything."
The room stilled as they realized how far Tolmet had gone. He had just said, not in so many words, that the King was not a king at all- that he was worthless! The room stilled- and with the reflexes born of his demon side, Harry reached out in a blur of movement to smash Tolmet's head into the table, once, twice, thrice before throwing him away from the table and onto the floor. Blood gushed from the unconscious man's nose.
Harry raised his hand to stall the movements made to help Tolmet. "This, everyone, is an example. If you disagree with me, that is fine, but do it in the appropriate manner. If you insult me as Tolmet here has done, you will be punished." Harry turned gem hard eyes unto the gathering. A shiver of fear passed through them all as Harry showed them the side of him he kept locked away deep inside of him- his utterly ruthless and determined side.
"Now, about that community center. I think that is a great idea. Does anyone disagree?" No one raised his or her hand. Harry's voice left no option for disagreement. "Good. Malvorn, contact some workers and drafters to get the project started. Onto new business.."
This incident was still fresh on everyone's minds as Harry waltzed into the room. "Who has decided that my godfather could not visit?" It took all the skills he possessed to not to just blow the whole room to bits.
Marinaz slowly rose from her seat but she stood her ground as her King turned to face her. "My King, it was voted on that the meeting between you two should be postponed for good reason. Your powers still are not efficient enough to create and handle a Ghost Gate needed to bring your godfather over to our realm. We decided that after you have completed your training that Sirius Black would be able to walk safely into our lands. Personally, I did not vote yes on this issue, as he is your only family. But if it came down to loosing our King, I know where my vote would be."
Others around the table met his gaze with determined looks. Harry had to admit, they did have a point but.. "One of the teacher here could open the Gate until he was safely through. I know many who have enough power to support the Gate and who would do it gladly-"
"No, My King," said Walniris. "The Advisory has voted and will not change their vote. I am sorry."
Silence crashed through the room. Harry wanted to protest this as violently as possible but even he knew when to give up. Harry was not at the age in Alenzar to forcefully veto the Advisory. He would just have to wait. He stood and gracefully exited the room, his tail thrashing around in annoyance. He stormed down the hall, going through corridor after corridor in search of a place to vent his anger. Finally, he came to the work out room.
Removing his wand from his trouser pocket, he whisked it front of his body. His clothing disappeared and in its place was a pair of shorts and sleeveless tee shirt. Kasha found him pounding away at a punching bag moments later.
The tall, darkly muscled woman was Harry's Physical Defense teacher and also one of Harry's closest friends. They immediately took to one another after Kasha heard of Harry whacking Tolmet unconscious.
"Is something the matter, Harry?" she asked, stalking forward on hoved feet. Her hair swung behind her in a thick dark braid, smacking lightly against her back. Kasha walked to a side cabinet and pulled out a pair of sparing mittens. They were padded for her to wear, while Harry learned the formations of punching and kicking.
"The Advisory turned down my godfathers' visit." Each word was accompanied by a sound whack from the punching bag. A gasp was heard from behind him.
"You're joking, right?" Kasha placed herself in front of Harry and soon he was going through a series of punching drills.
"No, I'm not. They wouldn't even let me have a chance to change their opinions."
Kasha quickly adjusted his arm position. "Did they have good reason?"
"They said no because I didn't have the strength to open and contain a Ghost Gate. When I told them one of the teachers would be glad to open a Gate for me, they turned me down, saying I had to do it on my own, or some such nonsense."
Harry aimed a kick straight at Kasha, which was quickly countered. Soon they were off to a real sparing match, neither holding back- though Kasha kept her strength in check. Harry had grown fast and well adjusted to the work out he had received in class and soon Kasha felt her endurance start to slag. It surprised her slightly but soon they were both tired out. The sparing match definitely helped Harry blow off some much needed stress.
"Harry, look at me. No matter what they say now, they won't be able to stop you later. Your other teachers tell me your powers are growing fast and that you are taking to your demon lessons just as easily as you take to your wizarding ones. Not much time has passed in that realm and soon, very soon, they cannot keep you from him. You hear?"
Harry gave her the first true grin she had received all hour. "Thank you. I'm tired Kasha, so I hope you don't mind if I leave?"
Kasha laughed loudly. "Not at all, Harry. You even managed to tire me out! Now get on out of here before I throw you out."
Harry left, still slightly sweating, and wondered out of the workroom. Kasha always had that effect on him- if she couldn't make him feel better, then she let him beat it out until he did. Harry found himself drifting down the corridor that hid the Mirror Room. 'Maybe I should see how Ron and Hermione are doing,' he thought.
Entering the shimmering room, Harry lit a candle and muttered the incantation. The room immediately started to swirl with colors, flashing faster and faster. But this time, when the colors finally cleared and the room settled, Harry found himself looking into the familiar Gryffindor tower. He was shocked to find that he could hear sounds! That was supposed to be impossible! The Mirror Room was only supposed to show reflections of a place and reflections did not have sounds.
He brushed this off, however, as the voices of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley drifted to his ears. They were talking in hushed tones in the empty common room, both holding hands in front of a roaring fire.
"Do you know where he could be?" asked Hermione. Harry knew without a doubt that "he" was him. They were talking about him! He leaned forward to listen.
"No," replied Ron. "I don't. Even Snuffles has no idea where he could be. And we both know Snuffles would have told us, or at least the headmaster."
"I know this sounds mean but, I'm not sure I care about where he's at."
Harry's eyes widened as he heard his best friend's words. She didn't care?
"I understand completely. He always was annoying. Always getting attention and being Dumbledore's favorite. He even broke Ginny's heart! He could of at least told her he wasn't interested but what did he do? He led her on, that's what he did!"
Harry's breath quickened at the words echoed through his head, over and over. But the worst was yet to come. Just when he thought it was all over, Hermione's voice stabbed him through the heart.
"I'm just glad he's gone. I really couldn't stand him! Wherever he is, I hope he stays there, away from us. He was the one who put us in danger all those times! We could have died."
Their voices slowly died away as Harry let the image fade. The words they spoke thrust through him again and again, braking into his mind. Tears started to spill from his eyes and travel down his cheeks. 'Why would they say those things? I was a good friend, I know I was! And I did not lead Ginny on. She was the one obsessed with me. I never showed one sign of liking her in anyway but that of a friend. How could they?'
Harry slid to the floor as the tears that he tried to hold back spilled from his eyes in a river. He wrapped his arms around himself and cried. Two of the people he loved, his two best friends, had ripped his heart out and smashed it to the ground. That was how Roltac eventually found him.
When Harry didn't answer him when Roltac called his name, the silver-eyed demon scooped the small figure up into his arms and carried him all the way to his rooms. Roltac recognized the look as that of shock. Quickly stripping Harry from his clothing, Roltac took him into the bathroom and stuck Harry into a nice warm bath. He ignored the enticing image of Harry's body and concentrated on cleaning Harry as best as he could.
When the bath was done, he scooped Harry into a pair of comfy pajamas and took him to the bed. He was sleeping now but Roltac arranged his wings and settled Harry down next to him. Whatever Harry had gone through, now was not the time to leave him alone. With a chaste kiss to the sleeping Kings forehead, Roltac followed Harry into sleep.
It was sometime during the depth of the night that Roltac was jerked from sleep by a small scream. Harry was lying next to him, tossing and turning as if in the depth of a deep nightmare.
"Harry," he cried, shaking him hard. Green eyes snapped open and Harry immediately locked eyes with Roltac. "Are you ok? What happened? What's wrong?"
Harry sobbed again and buried his head in Roltac's shoulder. One pale hand rubbed Harry's back over and over. Harry was literally drowning in his own sorrow but he couldn't get those hateful words out of his mind. They were supposed to be his friends!
Soon the whole story flowed from his mouth as he was held and comforted by a dear friend. Harry knew Roltac would never leave him. How did he know this? A feeling from the back of his head whispered that this man was real and loyal. He heard Roltac growl as Harry told him of the treachery of his friends.
"If they could say this about you, love, then they are not your friends. They never were. You are better off finding it out this way then in the middle of a confrontation. This way, when you return to finish your business, you can get revenge. And make it good."
Harry had managed to calm down and the sound of revenge had a nice sound to it. "Revenge," he whispered.
Roltac quickly kissed him on the forehead, telling him to get some sleep. Held in the circle of his friends' arms, Harry had fitful dreams of revenge.
AN: Another chapter and still I am not at the slashy goodness. But at least we now know what Ron and Hermione did. The next chapter will have a big time skip, but don't worry, its not that big. Harry would now have been in Alenzar for three demon years. About time for Sirius, don't you think? Oh, if anyone artistically gifted wants to draw a picture of demon Harry, I would love to see it. Anyway, please review. ~Cheers
"Well?" asked Harry in a voice that froze the room. One more amazing power that had materialized from thin air after Harry's 'birth'. The Advisory group looked at Harry again, the ones who had smirked quickly wiping the looks from their faces. This was the performance of a life time. Not bursting into a blind rage- spawned from his demon blood- and still able to remain cold and efficient was really wearing on his nerves.
They did have a right to be afraid. The second meeting Harry had attended with the gathered Advisories was one none would forget anytime soon. They were on the subject about the orphaned children gathering at the docks. One important shipping dock in Alenzar was the Port of Valez, six miles outside the Royal Castle and up the river Valez. Apparently, the orphans had taken to this spot and begged the captains of the docked ships for money.
Ittana had broached the option of building a shelter house or community center for the orphans to go to- that way they would be out of the Ship Masters' hair. Harry had thought this to be a great idea- after all, they had those sorts of things in his world. Tolmet, however, had a different idea..
"However amendable that idea is Ittana," started Tolmet in his nasally voice. "That would cost both time and money, which I remind you, should not be spent on such worthless causes."
Harry froze instantly at Tolmet's response. "Worthless?" he asked in a deceitfully genteel voice. "Which is worthless? The children or the work?"
Tolmet's reptilian eyes glared hatefully at Harry. "Well, obviously, My Liege, not the children. It is just the amount of work needed to build anything to the likes of what Ittana has in mind is just not worth the effort. After all, those worthless orphans will be going back to the docks to beg anyway, so why bother?"
A few of the other Advisories nodded as they saw the truth in Tolmet's words. "Worthless orphans?" repeated Harry. His voice was as cold as his gaze and a fire of rage burned in the depths of his eyes. "Need I remind you that I was basically an orphan in my old realm?"
Tolmet did the stupidest thing he could have ever done. Instead of trying to repair the damage his ill received words had brought, he laughed instead! His forked tongue danced out of his mouth in a strange and hypnotic dance. "Like I said, My Liege," he spat the words out with venom, "they are nothing but worthless orphans. Orphans are not worth anything."
The room stilled as they realized how far Tolmet had gone. He had just said, not in so many words, that the King was not a king at all- that he was worthless! The room stilled- and with the reflexes born of his demon side, Harry reached out in a blur of movement to smash Tolmet's head into the table, once, twice, thrice before throwing him away from the table and onto the floor. Blood gushed from the unconscious man's nose.
Harry raised his hand to stall the movements made to help Tolmet. "This, everyone, is an example. If you disagree with me, that is fine, but do it in the appropriate manner. If you insult me as Tolmet here has done, you will be punished." Harry turned gem hard eyes unto the gathering. A shiver of fear passed through them all as Harry showed them the side of him he kept locked away deep inside of him- his utterly ruthless and determined side.
"Now, about that community center. I think that is a great idea. Does anyone disagree?" No one raised his or her hand. Harry's voice left no option for disagreement. "Good. Malvorn, contact some workers and drafters to get the project started. Onto new business.."
This incident was still fresh on everyone's minds as Harry waltzed into the room. "Who has decided that my godfather could not visit?" It took all the skills he possessed to not to just blow the whole room to bits.
Marinaz slowly rose from her seat but she stood her ground as her King turned to face her. "My King, it was voted on that the meeting between you two should be postponed for good reason. Your powers still are not efficient enough to create and handle a Ghost Gate needed to bring your godfather over to our realm. We decided that after you have completed your training that Sirius Black would be able to walk safely into our lands. Personally, I did not vote yes on this issue, as he is your only family. But if it came down to loosing our King, I know where my vote would be."
Others around the table met his gaze with determined looks. Harry had to admit, they did have a point but.. "One of the teacher here could open the Gate until he was safely through. I know many who have enough power to support the Gate and who would do it gladly-"
"No, My King," said Walniris. "The Advisory has voted and will not change their vote. I am sorry."
Silence crashed through the room. Harry wanted to protest this as violently as possible but even he knew when to give up. Harry was not at the age in Alenzar to forcefully veto the Advisory. He would just have to wait. He stood and gracefully exited the room, his tail thrashing around in annoyance. He stormed down the hall, going through corridor after corridor in search of a place to vent his anger. Finally, he came to the work out room.
Removing his wand from his trouser pocket, he whisked it front of his body. His clothing disappeared and in its place was a pair of shorts and sleeveless tee shirt. Kasha found him pounding away at a punching bag moments later.
The tall, darkly muscled woman was Harry's Physical Defense teacher and also one of Harry's closest friends. They immediately took to one another after Kasha heard of Harry whacking Tolmet unconscious.
"Is something the matter, Harry?" she asked, stalking forward on hoved feet. Her hair swung behind her in a thick dark braid, smacking lightly against her back. Kasha walked to a side cabinet and pulled out a pair of sparing mittens. They were padded for her to wear, while Harry learned the formations of punching and kicking.
"The Advisory turned down my godfathers' visit." Each word was accompanied by a sound whack from the punching bag. A gasp was heard from behind him.
"You're joking, right?" Kasha placed herself in front of Harry and soon he was going through a series of punching drills.
"No, I'm not. They wouldn't even let me have a chance to change their opinions."
Kasha quickly adjusted his arm position. "Did they have good reason?"
"They said no because I didn't have the strength to open and contain a Ghost Gate. When I told them one of the teachers would be glad to open a Gate for me, they turned me down, saying I had to do it on my own, or some such nonsense."
Harry aimed a kick straight at Kasha, which was quickly countered. Soon they were off to a real sparing match, neither holding back- though Kasha kept her strength in check. Harry had grown fast and well adjusted to the work out he had received in class and soon Kasha felt her endurance start to slag. It surprised her slightly but soon they were both tired out. The sparing match definitely helped Harry blow off some much needed stress.
"Harry, look at me. No matter what they say now, they won't be able to stop you later. Your other teachers tell me your powers are growing fast and that you are taking to your demon lessons just as easily as you take to your wizarding ones. Not much time has passed in that realm and soon, very soon, they cannot keep you from him. You hear?"
Harry gave her the first true grin she had received all hour. "Thank you. I'm tired Kasha, so I hope you don't mind if I leave?"
Kasha laughed loudly. "Not at all, Harry. You even managed to tire me out! Now get on out of here before I throw you out."
Harry left, still slightly sweating, and wondered out of the workroom. Kasha always had that effect on him- if she couldn't make him feel better, then she let him beat it out until he did. Harry found himself drifting down the corridor that hid the Mirror Room. 'Maybe I should see how Ron and Hermione are doing,' he thought.
Entering the shimmering room, Harry lit a candle and muttered the incantation. The room immediately started to swirl with colors, flashing faster and faster. But this time, when the colors finally cleared and the room settled, Harry found himself looking into the familiar Gryffindor tower. He was shocked to find that he could hear sounds! That was supposed to be impossible! The Mirror Room was only supposed to show reflections of a place and reflections did not have sounds.
He brushed this off, however, as the voices of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley drifted to his ears. They were talking in hushed tones in the empty common room, both holding hands in front of a roaring fire.
"Do you know where he could be?" asked Hermione. Harry knew without a doubt that "he" was him. They were talking about him! He leaned forward to listen.
"No," replied Ron. "I don't. Even Snuffles has no idea where he could be. And we both know Snuffles would have told us, or at least the headmaster."
"I know this sounds mean but, I'm not sure I care about where he's at."
Harry's eyes widened as he heard his best friend's words. She didn't care?
"I understand completely. He always was annoying. Always getting attention and being Dumbledore's favorite. He even broke Ginny's heart! He could of at least told her he wasn't interested but what did he do? He led her on, that's what he did!"
Harry's breath quickened at the words echoed through his head, over and over. But the worst was yet to come. Just when he thought it was all over, Hermione's voice stabbed him through the heart.
"I'm just glad he's gone. I really couldn't stand him! Wherever he is, I hope he stays there, away from us. He was the one who put us in danger all those times! We could have died."
Their voices slowly died away as Harry let the image fade. The words they spoke thrust through him again and again, braking into his mind. Tears started to spill from his eyes and travel down his cheeks. 'Why would they say those things? I was a good friend, I know I was! And I did not lead Ginny on. She was the one obsessed with me. I never showed one sign of liking her in anyway but that of a friend. How could they?'
Harry slid to the floor as the tears that he tried to hold back spilled from his eyes in a river. He wrapped his arms around himself and cried. Two of the people he loved, his two best friends, had ripped his heart out and smashed it to the ground. That was how Roltac eventually found him.
When Harry didn't answer him when Roltac called his name, the silver-eyed demon scooped the small figure up into his arms and carried him all the way to his rooms. Roltac recognized the look as that of shock. Quickly stripping Harry from his clothing, Roltac took him into the bathroom and stuck Harry into a nice warm bath. He ignored the enticing image of Harry's body and concentrated on cleaning Harry as best as he could.
When the bath was done, he scooped Harry into a pair of comfy pajamas and took him to the bed. He was sleeping now but Roltac arranged his wings and settled Harry down next to him. Whatever Harry had gone through, now was not the time to leave him alone. With a chaste kiss to the sleeping Kings forehead, Roltac followed Harry into sleep.
It was sometime during the depth of the night that Roltac was jerked from sleep by a small scream. Harry was lying next to him, tossing and turning as if in the depth of a deep nightmare.
"Harry," he cried, shaking him hard. Green eyes snapped open and Harry immediately locked eyes with Roltac. "Are you ok? What happened? What's wrong?"
Harry sobbed again and buried his head in Roltac's shoulder. One pale hand rubbed Harry's back over and over. Harry was literally drowning in his own sorrow but he couldn't get those hateful words out of his mind. They were supposed to be his friends!
Soon the whole story flowed from his mouth as he was held and comforted by a dear friend. Harry knew Roltac would never leave him. How did he know this? A feeling from the back of his head whispered that this man was real and loyal. He heard Roltac growl as Harry told him of the treachery of his friends.
"If they could say this about you, love, then they are not your friends. They never were. You are better off finding it out this way then in the middle of a confrontation. This way, when you return to finish your business, you can get revenge. And make it good."
Harry had managed to calm down and the sound of revenge had a nice sound to it. "Revenge," he whispered.
Roltac quickly kissed him on the forehead, telling him to get some sleep. Held in the circle of his friends' arms, Harry had fitful dreams of revenge.
AN: Another chapter and still I am not at the slashy goodness. But at least we now know what Ron and Hermione did. The next chapter will have a big time skip, but don't worry, its not that big. Harry would now have been in Alenzar for three demon years. About time for Sirius, don't you think? Oh, if anyone artistically gifted wants to draw a picture of demon Harry, I would love to see it. Anyway, please review. ~Cheers