"Demons and Wizards"
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Chapter Six: Confessions of a Demon
Author's Note: I apologize for the lengthy delay on this story. Here is chapter six, enjoy!
Maria followed Damien's flame trail for an hour before giving up and returning to the castle. Chris had a serious attitude problem and needed to be dealt with. Where did he got off siding these wizard freaks over his own family. She walked through the halls of the school. The portraits of various witches and wizards were whispering about the whole incident in Charms, earlier that day.
She entered the common room, and found Chris, Harry, Ron and Hermione playing a game of Wizard chess. Her anger soared.
"Christopher, we need to chat." She said angrily.
"Not now, can't you see he is busy?" Ron spoke.
"You better mind, your own business, so help me God." Maria threatened.
Harry and Ron both stood up with the hands on their wands. Bring it, she thought to herself. Chris finally stood up. "I'll be right back." He said, and ushered Maria out of the common room.
"Did you find him?" was the first thing to leave his mouth.
"No, but we have a murder to stop." Maria said.
"It's not Harry." Chris protested.
"You know what Chris, you can believe that all you want, but don't deny my power. I touched Harry's quill and saw the murder. How do you explain that!"
'I don't know. Maybe the real killer touched the quill?"
"Chris, that is bullshit, and you know it. There is a reason, I had that particular premonition with that particular object. I know you are friends with them and I know you don't think they can do that sort of thing, but we don't' know what they are capable. Seriously, how much damage can they cause with those little sticks of theirs?"
"Harry is a good person, he wouldn't do this."
"Chris, I hope you are right, but I will be there tonight, waiting for the attack, and I am not afraid to use my powers against him, if I have too. I am a witch and a protector of the innocent. And if that means hurting Harry in the process, then I will."
"You wouldn't hurt him."
"Chris, get off this siding with them streak. You have an obligation as a Charmed One to protect the innocent. Don't forget that, and don't forget who your real friends are. They aren't in that room. When this is all done, we are finished here and we head back to San Francisco. And if they are your real friends, then why don't know about your powers?"
'Dumbledore, said not to tell to them."
"Exactly, which means there is something going on in this place, where our powers can't be public knowledge." She spoke, her nostrils flaring.
"Maybe because they don't know about witches." Chris retorted.
"That library holds a thousand years of knowledge; there is probably some paper trail about our world. Your world."
"There might be nothing."
"There's always something, Chris. Always. I just wish you could see that." Maria said softly as she orbed away.
"Please be wrong." Chris spoke to himself as he looked to the heavens. 'Please".
Somewhere…
"Master, the witches are at odds. Just like you predicted." A slimy voice spoke into pure darkness.
"Well done, my servant. Now, make sure, Potter and his friends are there tonight." An equally slimy voice spoke back to the young man. His voice laced with malevolence.
"I shall, my liege." The young man bowed.
"Now, tell me, where is the Turner boy?"
"No one knows. He must know how to keep his flame trail hidden."
"A trick he obviously learned from my cousin." The older man spoke.
"Shall I visit the Source and ask his assistance in the matter?"
"No. Cole must never learn of what we are attempting."
"I understand." The man remained bowed on the ground.
"Just do as I desire, and then maybe, the witches will learn that they are about to lose to the biggest threat in the Eastern world."
"Yes, Lord Voldemort."
Back at Hogwarts…
Damien walked through the common room, all eyes on him. He looked tired, and weak. A cigarette burning in his right hand as he made his way up the stairs. Obviously, news of the day had spread like wildfire.
"Damien!" a female voice called to him. He turned around, his blue eyes sullen.
"Where were you?" Maria asked as she approached him.
"Home, I was there thinking." He said, tears forming in his eyes.
"Let's go upstairs." She said pulling him towards the stairs. He took a drag. His eyes met his cousin's, and Chris' hateful words filled his mind. He tore his vision from the older boy and followed his cousin.
Once in the confines of the empty girl's dormitory, they sat down on the bed.
"Damien, are you okay?" she asked gently. He nodded. She pushed forward.
"Damien, I know you're lying." She stared him in the eyes.
"I would appreciate it, if you didn't use your powers on me."
"I didn't use my empathy. I used my cousin's intuition. You are the strongest witch there is, after Wyatt anyways. You never let anything get to you. Tell me what's going on."
"I've been called a fag, many times in my life. I remember the days when I used to say it myself. The first time anyone called me that was Jane Kelly in fifth grade, because I didn't kiss her under the bleachers. It's a disgusting word, made me sick to hear it. That didn't stop me from saying it to this guy during my freshmen year. I called him a fag because he looked at me 'that way'. I again, felt so guilty. Then I fell for a guy. Matthew Harris, sophomore year. He and I were best friends for a long time. Then I made a move, and he freaked. I later erased his memory with a spell. When I came out to you, and everyone else, it was so painful. To see the disappointment in everyone's eyes, even though you all said it was okay. I apologized to Mom for weeks on end, and all she ever did was love me, and tell me she was proud that I was her son. But to hear that word come from my own cousin's mouth hurt me in a way, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at him the same way. I snapped. I insulted Flitwick, and ran. I ran like a sissy, because I couldn't handle my cousin calling me a fag. I flamed around the entire world for an hour before finally making my way back to the Manor. There I sat in my room and cried for an hour, before going to see Jamie, my boyfriend. He told me everything was alright and convinced me to come home, and I did. And bam, here I am."
Tears were pouring from his face and onto his white Oxford shirt. He was in pain. Maria could sense it, but at the same time, she knew it. She didn't know what to say. She pulled him close and he cried on her shoulder.
Twenty-minutes later, she spoke. "Come on, we have a murder to stop."
He smiled. He would love to kill something. 'Let's rock and load."
There is chapter six! I hope everyone enjoys. I wasn't planning on updating just yet, but after I received a review wishing that I would update, here it is! Enjoy and review!