The Beginning Of An End
By Viper
The sky glared down at the boy-who-once-lived. Harry Potter, yes that was his name. The once healthy black haired, green eyed, youth, now looked almost dead with pale skin, brown hair, and dull green eyes. Two years of darkness. Two years of internal and external suffering. Two years since Dumbledore was murdered. Two years of hell-bent search for those confounded Horcruxes.
"What does it matter?" he mumbled. "Nothing matters anymore. Dumbledore is dead. The Weasleys…dead. Hermione…dead.They areall dead. Everyone I treasured…"
Harry fell on the ground. And he wept. His body shook. His vision blurred. He wept as the sun sank into the sea. He wept and he wept and his flood of tears mingled with the water near his feet. The shore looked like melancholic. The tugging of the winds, did not stop the figure from weeping.
He cried till his eyes burned then he whispered. "Accio tree branch."
He lit a fire. And the fire was lit by his bare hands. He had used friction amongst the rocks to create a spark. Why had he done this instead of using a spell? One will not know. As time crept by, Harry had learned to survive using both spells and muggle techniques.
Harry ate nothing that night. He had not eaten in a while. And as each wind blew past him, he would mutter a prayer. He wanted to destroy Voldemort. The Dark Lord had to be killed. But little did he know…Voldemort was only a fraction of the state at hand.
As the eighteen year old boy slept, the world had changed since the days at Hogwarts. The marvelous school was now shut down and most of the teachers were either in hiding or dead. The students had either learned to grow up and save themselves or be slaves to the mysterious overnight plunder of demons. It had appeared that the Dark Lord was not so powerful after all…
As Harry dreamt, a mysterious figure appeared and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. The figure moved back as Harry began to rouse.
"Who's there!" he cried. "Show yourself!"
But it was too late, the figure had gone. He got up and armed himself with his wand. What was he thinking? Sleeping out in the open while Death Eaters prowled about.
He stayed awake from that point on and kept creating water from his wand. He usually messed up his spells due to his tired state. His weak body didn't allow his mind to remember old spells. It was a wonder how he still shielded himself from prying eyes. If it weren't for the cloak, Harry would have been found by now.
The sea churned before him. He had yet to remember where he was. He didn't care anymore. He had walked using no magical means. The Death Eaters were chasing down all magical activities. Ever since the Ministry was over run, all witches and wizards were quickly hunted down and given a chance to join the dark side. That was before they, the demons, came over.
Harry had only heard whispers of these demons. Surely these beings were a ploy to lure him away from his actual goal. Voldemort was surely his true enemy. But right now, nothing mattered. To hell with the Prophecy…to hell with it all!
His suicidal urge had disappeared. Only blind hate was there. He wanted to find Voldemort and kill him. That was his only cause.
He began to walk again. he kept on walking. Not caring where he went. He wandered away from the shore and walked onwards off the white sand and onto dry land where grass hit his sore feet. He had no footwear.
The sound of an owl hooting and the soft churning of a waterfall woke him of his slumber. Harry wrapped his invisibility cloak about him tighter. Again this sense of daze did not leave him. And again his confused look of being oblivious to his surroundings did not leave him.
He threw the cloak off him and crumbled it in his loopy pocket. Harry sensed someone and turned behind him. a blur passed by in the shadows of the trees. He finally noticed the waterfall a few feet away from him. he also noticed the clearing he was at. The trees appeared dead on one side and alive on the other. This sharp contrast did not bother him. he knew dragons had a habit of breathing fire every now and then.
He muttered a new spell he had learned from Tonks and Lupin. He then stripped himself of his clothes and dived in the water. He soaked in the sunlight though he never seemed to tan any more. He was ghostly pale and the rays of the sun were no longer as bright or cheery as it had once been.
He heard shuffling. Harry's eyes narrowed. He thought up a spell fast and hit the blur as it passed again.
"Ahhh!" a voice cried out.
Harry gently got out and put on his clothes. He calmly walked over to where the blur had been. On the ground, before him, laid a girl. She appeared to be in pain as her tanned legs burned in the sun. her eyes were red with black slits.
"Demon," he spat. He thought a binding curse and bond her to the tree was she was leaning on.
She hissed and surprised him by speaking. "I need shelter."
The demon girl gave him a pleading look. Harry thought for a second.
"Why should I help you? You were spying on me weren't you?" he hissed. "Where is your master now?"
She tried to break past the spell and Harry strengthened the spell. "Are you afraid of the sun, demon?"
Her eyes narrowed. She screamed as he moved apart the branches that shaded her. The light hit her face and for a minute he could see how pretty she was. She had slim legs, curvy hips, high cheek bones, and a nice set of breasts. Her hair was the color of dying ember. Harry looked away for a second as her shrieks sounded.
"What will I get out helping you?" Harry stated softly letting the shade back.
"You pathetic, mortal!" she hissed. "Binding me then torturing me?"
Harry laughed. "Torture? Your kind knows all about that don't they?"
The demon's eyes lit up. Another sound appeared.
"Ember!" a familiar voice shouted. "Get back here! Obey your master!"
"MASTER!" she screamed.
Harry ran for it after unbinding her. He reached for his cloak and hid under it and concealed himself beside a boulder.
"Where have you gone to?" said the voice.
The demon known as Ember replied softly.
"Fucking, bitch!" the voice shouted and a flash was heard. Her screams echoed. "Crucio!" More screams filled the afternoon air.
Finally both figured vanished. Harry leaned on the boulder in confusion. Had she been running from that wizard all this time? He wondered. He had no idea what he had just done by helping him capture her.