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Harry Potter/ Constantine fusion
Demon's Gambit
By: Mage-Alia
Chapter 2: Two years later…
Summary: Harry drowned during the second task of the Tri-wizard tournament and time stopped long enough to reawaken his sleeping psychic powers, forcing him to grow up when he discovers the world that lays behind his own. Friends become enemies and rivals become allies as he teams up with an eccentric muggle, who believes he can bring the tipped scales back into balance, and Draco Malfoy, his own personal guardian angel.
No Harry pairings, R/Hr.
A/N: I'm glad people are interested in the story. This will skip about a year or two to when Harry is sixteen and start again from there.
(Speaking like this…)Hellspeak – demons talking
"Speaking like this…" Normal speech
'Written like this…' thoughts
(Speaking like this…) Premonitions and thought speech
He walked the dark alleyways of the lower part of London. The slums where filled with teaming life that breed discord and chaos as well as unity and peace. Green eyes shifted constantly from side to side, watching the shadows before focusing on the path ahead. He made his way to a doorway off the road and stood out of sight as new footsteps echoed up the alley behind him.
(Where'd he go?) The guttural speech of demons echoed over the crumbling bricks and mortar that made up nearly every part of the slums.
(Spread out and look. Kill the exorcist on sight.) The half-breed's voice instructed its lackeys as more footsteps scattered around the alley, overturning rubbish and boxes in their search. The figure waiting invisible in the shadows of the door slipped a had into a pocket of his black leather trench coat and pulled out a glass ball that seemed to have on opening. Inside it particles of Silver swirled with the movement, having been suspended in the water within. Silver was a purifying metal. Each of the major metals had a representation. Gold represented wealth and greed, Iron was poisonous and corrupt, while steal was weakness, easily broken and destroyed by either Gold or Iron so that left Silver to take care of everything else. It was one of the hardest metals to work with on magical terms, unyielding to the faults of the other three; it was also perfect for destroying the demonic taint.
The demons where getting closer now. The dark shadow could hear them snuffling around for his sent but they wouldn't find it.
…Because he didn't have one.
"Looking for me Asshole?" Harry's coat flared out behind him as he twisted from his hiding place out into the open, startling the five hell spawn that had been searching. That included their leader standing dumbstruck in their midst.
"Exorcist!" He managed to growl out in passable English. Harry gave him a dark smirk. This one was new to the world above.
"Oh… I didn't know I was that popular. You know me here in England too." He was mocking them and the demon let out an unintelligible growl before signaling the other four to attack. Harry reacted in a second the flung the orb in their direction. It smashed in their path and the glue that held their forms together was torn apart. Unlike the half-breeds that possessed a human body, some gathered together piles of creatures and creepy crawlies to create bodies.
It the flash of pure light that escaped from its watery prison the souls… if you could call them that… where banished back to the various circles of hell in which they'd come. Harry gave a dark giggle at the look on the Half-breeds face.
"Fucking noobs." Harry said softly before in seconds he had the demon in a headlock from behind. The demon struggled yelling like a coward when he realized the danger he was in. The longhaired psychic grabbed another orb out of his pocket and held it threateningly above him.
"Now I went you to go give a little message to your friends." He growled out. "Tell them that there's an old friend back in town and he wants to see them, that way he can send them back to hell where they belong." The half-breed nodded and Harry let go of his neck. Not giving him a chance to turn on him Harry did a high kick to his head, sending him spinning in to a wall. A wave of his hand had him tied up before he vanished into thin air. Harry snorted as he took in all the spiders, snakes and bugs that crawled the filthy ground. A hiss later and all the snakes had gathered around him, climbing over his limbs to find perches. He had to admit, he had a bit of a soft spot for snakes. They made such good spies.
A whispered 'incendio' took care of the rest of the bugs before he turned around and continued to walk the way he'd been headed previously. It was unusual being in England after all this time. Two years ago he'd left the wizarding world and now he was back. Of course, it had only been two days but he could already see that the sheer concentration of Demons that infested the country was borderline dangerous and, as his 'temporary guardian' had predicted, it was going to wreak major havoc on the balance soon.
So he was here to fix it.
Harry turned another corner and climbed a ladder that leaned against the side of an old mall. Climbing over the lip of the roof he felt a tingle of the wards that had been placed there before they turned warm, welcoming him back. Harry shrugged it off and continued on to his home away from home. It was an apartment hidden under wards similar to the ones his parents had used when going into hiding all those years ago. It had only the basic necessities and everything else was food, clothes or the tools of his trade, demon hunting. What he wouldn't give to be back home in LA with John. But the old psychic was on the straight and narrow, always. There'd been an incident before he'd reached America, something to do with the apocalypse… Anyway, his mentor had said that if he came to England he'd get caught up in the fight and he didn't want to go to hell if he accidentally killed someone or something.
As Harry walked in the door there was a shout from another room of the makeshift apartment.
"Hey! Raven! There's someone waiting for you in your room!" Harry frowned as the owner of the voice shuffled into view. He was an old man, a muggle psychic to be precise. He was nowhere near Harry in terms of skill and power but he did have an uncanny knack for making the most ingenious weapons. That was also why John could never stand being around him. Reminded him too much of Beeman. So Shade had been Harry's partner for nearly as long as he'd lived in LA.
"Who would that be Shade? How did they get though the wards?" He asked, remaining calm as he walked to one side of the room where there was a large enclosed area and let all the snakes slide off his body so they could meet their new room mates. Shade twitched slightly as he did this. He was never too fond of snakes.
"A half-breed." The sixty year old managed to say. "An angel by the looks of it. Smug bastard too." Harry's head twisted sharply in order to see him better.
"He or she?" He snapped out quickly. Shade looked startled by the abrupt question.
"He." He said quickly. "He was a blonde too if that helps…" he trailed off when he realized Harry had already brushed past him and headed for his room, his mid-back length braid being the last thing to vanish around the door frame with a flick. Shade looked at the spot where he'd been then shrugged, leaving the room before his young friend's pets decided to leave their cage again.
Harry flung open the door of his room and if looks could kill, the occupant would have been six feet under.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry ground out around his clenched teeth. Draco Malfoy gave him an infuriatingly bright smile.
"Why, I'm here to visit you." He said in a cheerful manner that would never have fit the mold of a standard Malfoy. "Can't I come and visit old friends once in a while?" Harry resisted the urge to go for the blonde's throat.
"No." the demon hunter stalked across the room and tried to grab him by the arm but failed as Malfoy jumped up from his seat on the bed and skipped around him. Still showing the very UN-Malfoyish behavior Harry had become accustomed to before he'd left England.
"Ohhhh, you wound me." He simpered sarcastically before dodging another grab, only to find himself pressed up against a wall, Harry's body pinning him while his arms on either side of his head preventing escape.
"Yeah, well go be wounded somewhere else." Harry backed off and got a hold of him before he could slip off like the slimy snake he was but the angel had other ideas. He dug in his heels and stopped their forward momentum.
"I don't think so Harry." He said, using the demon hunter's first name on purpose. "I came here for a reason. There are serious problems with the balance of the wizarding world and the mortals are clueless to it happening. Severus has been helping but he's no match for either angels or demons. Also your mutts are beginning to figure things out." That got Harry's attention. The words two mutts was a clear reference to Sirius and Remus. But how did Draco Malfoy find out about Sirius's animagus form?
"Sev told me." Malfoy sung out in a singsong voice. Harry glared at him sharply in irritation but let the incident slide.
"Are the other half-breeds even going to help?" Angels where rather notorious for sitting on the fence, even when it was all going to hell. Malfoy looked hurt at the half-breed comment.
"No." He answered shortly, pouting. Harry did a mental victory dance at getting one up on the angel spawn for once. No witty comeback now, was there. The green-eyed teen let go of Malfoy and slinked back to his bed before sitting down, his attitude seemingly doing a 180. Draco studied him silently from by the door. It was remarkable just how quickly Harry had readjusted to his presence at such short notice. Then again, he was an angel; it was probably just the angel's touch that did it. Harry lay back on his bed as Draco spoke again.
"So will you be coming back to Hogwarts this year?" he asked, but all he received was silence.
"Potter? Harry?" He asked again creeping closer before he registered the sound of a soft snore from the teen on the bed and balked in disbelief.
"What is it with you and sleeping?" He asked the unconscious hunter.
Naturally, Harry didn't answer.
Well that's the next chapter up. I guess this one is closer to the front of my mind right now so to speak. As you can see it's set after the movie Constantine (probably wrong with concerns to timelines), John was a mentor teacher kind of person but no real mention other than that, It's not his story, it's Harry's. I might have lied about Harry having no relationships in this story as well. There is the groundwork for something between Harry and Draco but as of now I'm waiting for any feedback from readers.
Also for any readers of my other stories, Chapter 8 of Dark Summoner might be a while in being updated. I gotta figure out how to write the next bit properly.
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Cya
