Deal with the Devil
By: xxlostdreamerxz
The only ones who are 'lost' are fools and cowards who have forgotten their way in life.
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"Aunt Petunia, Dudley," greeted Harry coolly as he descended down from the stairs. He was dressed in a casual set of black robes with silver trimmings and a pair of dark red pants beneath.
Dudley spared a glance at his cousin and squeaked in fear. Strangely enough, this time it wasn't Harry's attire that scared him but rather the strangely detached expression on his cousin weary face. Ever since Harry had returned from his...school, he'd been more withdrawn and tired.
Though now, Harry by no means looked tired. If anything, he looked as if he was ready to take the world by the arm and wrestle it down to the ground...
"BOY!" shrieked Aunt Petunia, as she entered the room and caught sight of Dudley's trembling form. Her eyes instant found its way towards Harry, the bane of her existence, before she choked mid-scream. "What in the name of God are you wearing?" she screaming shrilly, "I will not allow any freakish things to occur under my roof."
Harry merely ignored her and moved off towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast.
"How dare you, freak!" she howled furiously as she banished her frying pan towards him, "Is this how you treat us after all that we've done for you? We gave you a food, clothes and a roof over your head, boy. And you dare ignore me!"
Harry sighed, as he turned his glaze towards his furious aunt. "What do you want now," he said in annoyance.
"Don't take that tone with me boy!" she hissed, as she drew herself to her full height. (Her height, Harry noted, came from her long neck...) "This is my house, and I'm be the one giving orders here."
"I'm going to be gone for most of today," he said casually, as he spoke over her shrieks of anger. "If things go well, Aunt Petunia, I will never set foot inside this house again, much to your disappointment I'm sure," drawled Harry, as a flash of hatred crossed his normally bland eyes.
Aunt Petunia swung her frying pan right at his head, only to have it caught mid-way. "You are the most ungrateful whelp I have ever met," she hissed softly. "I should have listened to Marge back them when you were a babe and drowned you in one of her tankards of wine..." She froze suddenly as her eyes dilated in fear as she caught a glimpse of Harry's expression.
Cold.
That was the only way to describe it. It was as if his entire face was carved out of ice and shadows. Harry's unusually expressive emerald green eyes were glowing with power, as his lips twisted into a mocking smile. A soft breeze swept about his slender form causing his robes to flutter about and swept his bangs up revealing the long, cruel scar of fate...
"Do not test me, Muggle," he spat suddenly, "You have done nothing for me except make my life a living hell." Harry's eyes darkened with anger as a few childhood memories instantly flashed through his mind. "I owe you nothing..."
Petunia nodded her head fearfully, as she eyed her nephew with something akin to apprehension. He reminded her of him. The red-eyed monster that had come one night and slaughtered her entire family...a monster that was one of Lily's kind.
"I will not hurt you this time," hissed Harry, as a crackle of magic flashed against him. "And may the fates be kind as to not allow our paths to cross once again," he said quietly. "For if so, there won't be a next time for you..." Harry suddenly blinked before his eyes widened in shock. God, what was happening? Why in the name of hell was he threatening to kill Aunt Petunia? He might not have been fond of her...but this was definitely going way to far. But why...
Drowning...
It had something to do with it, he was sure of it. Something had happened in his past life...in Salazar's life involved drowning, something tragic and emotional. For Harry had felt something snap inside of him at Aunt Petunia's words...
"Can you...can you leave now?" she asked hesitantly, as she back away from him.
Harry sighed as his aura of magic disappeared into this air. So this was it, from now on he was going to leave once and for all. And strangely enough, he felt a sliver of regret at the thought. It felt almost as if he was leaving behind his childhood, the one that Dumbledore had tried to give him. There would be no more protection, no more help. He was alone now...once and for all.
"The wards that Dumbledore set up for me here will remain until the end of this year," said Harry slowly, as he focused his glaze on his Aunt. Even though he'd never been fond of the Dursleys at all, they were his last blood relation. And despite it all, they had taken Harry into their household which protected him from the Death Eaters and Voldemort for awhile. It was the least that he could do, to give them a fighting chance for survival. "As long as you are inside this house you will be safe and no one who bares the Dark Mark shall be able to enter," he said quietly. "Though at this exact time and date next year, the wards will fall. And I suggest that you and your family move away before then. Since as my...relatives...Voldemort would probably want nothing more than to kill you bunch in front of me...so take care and try to stay alive," finished Harry with a sad smile, as he made his way towards the front door.
"Wait...what are you..."
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a portkey. "Goodbye," he said quietly, before murmuring something under his breath in Parseltongue. And then at that moment, Harry James Potter disappeared once and for all from Privet Drive...
And appeared in front of number twelve Grimmauld Place, which was thankfully still under the Fidelous Charm. Harry made his way towards the front door and froze when he felt something brush his mental shields...
...something magical.
Harry's eyes widened with understanding, it was the wards. As a half-blood he would automatically be forcefully ejected from the perimeter of the house due to those blasted ancient wards. While Sirus had been alive, the wards had allowed Harry inside since as Lord Black, Sirus controlled the wards; however, now since it was impossible for a half-blood to control the wards to a pureblood house...it was free to do as it wished. He felt the house's magic slam against his shields this time with more force. Harry mentally strengthened his shields.
Now, this was definitely going to be a problem.
Harry closed his eyes and slowly gathered his magic into the palm of his hand and began weaving it through the wards. In his past life, he had studied and even created various wards. And what he'd been able to glean from his past knowledge was that wards acknowledge anyone who possessed more strength than it did. The only way to fully take control of wards is to overpower it and bend its will to your own. It was the only way. However, most wizards were not able to over come century-old wards whose magical capacity increases each and every century or so...
However, if he wanted his plan to work, he needed to get inside the house without destroying the old wards. Harry felt the wards tense at the sudden intrusion of his magic and attack. Drops of perspiration dripped down his face as he forcefully increased his magical output. The wards flinched at the sudden attack, but continued to bare down upon Harry's defenses.
'Bloody hell,' he cursed. The wards were freaking tough, had he not possessed Salazar's magical ability, he would have been killed within seconds after his attack. Harry's lip twisted in frustration. God, when in the world would the wards finally give in? With a flicker of anger, Harry slammed his magic furiously down upon the wards...
And then it was over.
The wards hummed in greeting as Harry stepped over the threshold and entered. Yes, finally he'd done it. Now, he was officially Lord Black. Sirius's will named him as the heir to the Black fortune; however, it was only in name since the wards and spells did not acknowledge a half-blood as the heir to the Black linage. But not anymore. The wards were now under his control.
The house was almost exactly the same as it had been the last time he'd entered. The hall was dark and gloomy without even a flicker of light shinning through. 'He could smell damp, dust, and sweetish, rotting smell; the place had the feeling of a derelict building. Harry waved his hand and all of the old-fashioned gas-lamps instantly flared to life along the walls, casting a flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls.'
'Just like old times,' he thought in amusement, as he made his way through the chamber.
"Filth! Scum! Half-breed, begone from here, the most ancient house of Black! How dare you desecrate the house of my fathers! " shrieked the old woman from the portrait behind the dark-curtains. "I'd kill you given the chance..."
Harry tilted his head slightly and opened the curtains and came face to face with the furious face of Mrs. Black, Sirius's one and old mother. "That's quite a shame, Mrs. Black," he said coolly, as his emerald green eyes glazed meeting the portrait's furious beady black ones. "Since I do have the power to kill you," he said calmly as if they were discussing the weather. "Or at least destroy your essence so that you'd be nothing more than a mere Muggle painting."
The old woman laughed hoarsely in response. "You mean to tell me that a half-blood as yourself would have enough power to destroy me? Impossible," she said with a sneer.
Harry lips drew into a sly smile. "Then how else would I have gotten in?" he said as he saw with satisfaction that the woman's eyes grew large in horror. Just to make sure that she understood her predicament, Harry added, "I control the wards now. I am Lord Black."
"No...you're lying!" she screamed shrilly as she tugged furiously on her hair. "The House of Black couldn't have fallen so soon! It can't be..."
Harry's smile grew wider. "It's true," he said quietly. "And since I control the wards, I essentially control everything in this blasted house. I could twist your essence and force you to like Muggleborns and such if I wished." Harry leaned back against the opposite wall as he watched the portrait's face grow ashen. "But, I won't," he finished, causing the old woman to look up in surprise. "Instead, I am going to command you and the rest of your...family," he sneered lightly, as he glanced at the other portraits that were hanging about the corridor, "...to forget what happened in this house for the past few years and not speak of it to anyone else who comes here. You will exactly as you've always have and not act any different whatsoever. And you won't mention any of my...activities with anyone either," he finished threateningly.
A soft blue glow encompassed every portrait in the house, forcing them to all abideLord Black's order.
"That's better," he said half to himself, as he glanced about at the furious faces that were all in the process of glaring at him. Harry reached into his pocket and drew his wand. A calculating expression entered his face as he eyed the portraits with something akin to interest.
"Adeo Reco," Harry hissed in Parseltongue, as a silver mist formed from the tip of his wand and moved off towards all of the portraits. He watched for a second and saw all of the portrait's eyes glow silver for a moment before fading back into their original color. 'Adeo Reco' was a spying spell that he'd created. It allowed the castor to see through the eyes of any inanimate object, though it worked best on magical objects.
At that Harry quickly got to work and began casting various spells. After all, he needed to cast quite a few more spells before he could make the Black house...eh...workable. A dark glint flashed in his eyes at the thought. After all, what's better than having a Dark family and household spy for him? (Though obviously against their will).
By the time he was finished, the Black manor would become the perfect death trap for Voldemort and his Death Eaters...
A/N: Yea! I've finally completed another chapter! smiles I guess I'm update quite often (at least in my perspective) for this fic, since well hey, it's fun! One of my reviewers commented that I should 'take a break' from my Darkly Treacherous story for awhile and gain inspiration. And I think that's exactly what I'm going to do. - I've pretty much been knocked askew on that fic because of the 6th Harry Potter book. And my opinions on Snape have been altered slightly. I don't know if I can still make him the snarky, light-sided, spy right now...so eh, going to take a break for awhile and concentrate on THIS fic.
Oh yea, I'm sorry this chapter's a bit on the short side. But hey, I needed to get some facts and stuff over with. I think the next chapter will be quite fun to write. wink I think I'm going to go and start writing right now...
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