Chapter 3: A Demon's Revelation
It was late. Well past the hour when everyone should have been in bed. Yet, an unknown man shrouded in deep red roamed the halls of Hogwarts. The marking on his face was hard to make out at first, but up close it was obviously the Death Eaters mark. So with a skeleton painted face and a tattoo snake down his neck and his wand drawn in his left hand, he hunted.
But for what purpose?
And who was hunting whom?
Landiver eased out of the wall towards the top of the high ceiling. His upper body hung out and he watched the man in red slow to a stop.
The man in red pulled his hood off.
"So, I have the pleasure of meeting the Great Landiver," the man said with a thick English accent, "Why don't you come down and speak to me properly?"
Landiver's short black hair fell into his eyes as he leaned out of the wall, "I have no desire to talk with a Death Eater."
"Perhaps duel then?"
"No."
"Where can I find Harry, Great Landiver?"
"Who let you in?"
"Answer me first."
"Who?"
The man stared at Landiver and uttered a mocking response, "You know who. Aren't you roaming the halls looking for him?"
"I roam the halls because I do not sleep."
The man nodded. "Ah yes, so your legend is true then? You are a son of the Night. A demon to some."
Landiver glared at him and vanished from the wall then reappeared across from the intruder.
"I am not the only demon here, for both of us can walk in the light," said Landiver.
The man suddenly looked sad. His eyes brimmed with tears as he stared at Landiver.
"You could still come back, no one has forgotten you. We still love you."
Landiver's hand shot out and curled around the man's neck and he roughly pulled him off the ground and let him hang above him.
"Do you think for a second that I would believe such a lie? I died then I was granted new life, a cursed life. I went to the only place I knew I would be welcome, and there I grew powerful so that one day I could kill all of you. Do you realize that you want to kill an innocent boy? Do you want to repeat the past all over again?"
The man gasped a magical word and stabbed Landiver's arm with his wand. Landiver dropped him to the floor against his will.
The man in red pointed his wand at Landiver's chest. "You should invest in a wand Dameon."
Down at the end of the hall came the shouting of many people.
Landiver put his hands over his head in surrender, but snarled, "Never call me that name."
The man lowered his wand and began to walk backwards slowly in retreat, "No, you are a Prince of the Night now. Our Dameon is dead."
The man spun and took off in a fast run.
Landiver let him escape and disappeared into the floor.
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Tonyur placed a book on the table in the Library then he sat down across from Landiver.
"A death eater? Why didn't you call on any of us? We could have helped you," said Tonyur.
Landiver rubbed the sides of his head. He was absolute sick with worry. Herminone had been trying to ask him one single very important question all day and seemed to find him anywhere he went. Harry wouldn't even make conversation with him, and then Ron was just oblivious.
"Landiver?" questioned Tonyur.
Landiver shook his head and reached for the book on the table.
"The man was sent as a warning," said Landiver quietly.
"To Harry?"
"No, for me."
Tonyur's rich colored eyes stared past Landiver, yet even though sympathy could not be read there his voice expressed it clearly, "We all have our secrets, Landiver. We know you have a terrible past and that you hate talking about it. Will your past involvement with the Death Eaters interfere with our protecting Harry and the others?"
The question did not come from a friend, but a partner who was worried about the duty sworn to protect the boy who would lead the rebellion.
Landiver opened the book.
"My duty is to Legwrong and Harry, I will not falter," said Landiver.
Tonyur smiled and glanced at the table, "What is that book? You asked me to get it, which was difficult to get I might add, but I have no idea what it's for. It glows the brightest gold."
"It's a list of birth records. I need to check something."
"Check what?"
Landiver shifted through the pages of the book. "Why did he call me that name?"
Tonyur rested against his seat and stared at the ceiling, "What name?"
"Dameon."
"Sometimes it is complicated for your kind to remember there past selves. He's probably trying to frighten you."
"But I remember my death," protested Landiver.
A librarian walked by and smiled at them and was followed by a couple of Hufflepuff students.
Tonyur leaned across the table, "Why do you feel the urge to look in this particular book?"
Landiver looked down at the page he had turned to, "Because I had a feeling. Look what I found, that's why I died, and whoever killed me didn't know I was coming back."
Tonyur pressed his hand against the print on the page, and his clouded eyes widened as he realized what he was reading, "Harry and Dameon, oh my god."
Landiver sagged against his chair, "He's my twin."
A/N: Holy crap! Like it? Good idea or bad?