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I hope this chapter assuages your fears Joahn
Chapter 4 – Masters
Harry Potter sat on his bed and sighed. He laid down and enjoyed the rare pleasure of having the room to himself. His sixth year at Hogwarts was proceeding quietly. Christmas had already come and gone without a sign of Voldemort. He was doing well in all of his classes, even potions with Professor Snape.
Instead of causing Harry relief, the lack of action stressed the boy. He felt as if something big was building – that a great event was on the horizon.
There was another reason Harry hated the peaceful days at Hogwarts. It gave him too much time to remember and contemplate. Over and over the prophecy played in his mind. Why do I have to become a murderer just to live.
Since Sirius' death, Harry had retreated into himself. He ignored the worried looks from Ron and Hermione and refused any attempts by Dumbledore to help. He understood they wanted to help him, but they couldn't. Not with this, and that scared Harry more than he'd like to admit.
Recently, Harry had felt the guilt of all the deaths that he was responsible for weighing heavier on his mind; his parents, Cedric, Sirius…
Checking the clock, Harry slowly got up and headed towards the hall for supper. But one thought still plagued the young wizard's mind.
What is Voldemort planning that is taking so long to come together?
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"This is boring!" Slayer whined, as she watched her master argue with the dark wizard, Voldemort.
Since their arrival a few hours ago, Caligula had been demanding they begin their plan immediately. Voldemort insisted on waiting.
Caligula's impatience was understandable, since two years passed in his dimension for every day he remained on Earth. At first Slayer had been fascinated by this dimension. In no other dimension she had visited had she seen so much life. Gawain had explained it was because this dimension wasn't a hell dimension. Until this moment, Slayer hadn't realized there were any other kinds of dimensions. Though, she now realized that Gawain's descriptions of her home dimension, brief as his visit was, were not that of a hell dimension either.
But remaining idle and not being able to kill anything for so long was wearing on the slayer's nerves. It was only her master's order to remain that kept her still. The enforced inactivity had allowed Slayer to notice an interesting fact. Upon their arrival, the slayer's various comments had irritated her master – causing him to order her silent. Unable to do otherwise, Slayer observed in silence.
As the debate with Voldemort dragged on, and the Elite's nervous wandering not helping, Caligula ordered them to sit.
After stating she was bored, the blond realized she had disobeyed her master's order. The spell connecting her to the ring should have prevented her from doing so – even if she had forgotten the command. Which had happened several times to the slayer's embarrassment.
Covertly, the girl experimented with this new development and came to a startling conclusion. Even though Caligula wore the ring, he was only able to give her one command at a time. Trying to recall the specifics of the spell, Slayer realized that she must have developed in her power to the point where Caligula barely had enough power to activate the ring. And even then, was only able to enforce a single command at a time.
Gawain turned to say something to Slayer, but stopped at the look on her face.
The blond girl was staring at their master with a predatory smile on her face.
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Harry awakened to the feel of a hand across his mouth. He began to struggle, but stopped when a female voice whispered in his ear, "Unless you want your bunkmates to never wake up, stop struggling."
The boy was allowed to reach for his glasses and then went completely still when he saw four other figures casually standing by the beds of the sleeping students. Harry nodded and was allowed to get dressed. Covertly, he hid his wand in his robes. But given the small smile on his captors' face, the young wizard wasn't sure if the wand had gone unnoticed.
The warriors gathered while one began to chant. Harry was hit by a wave of nausea and suddenly found himself in another room. To his surprise, his captor rubbed his back as he tried to swallow his nausea.
"Don't worry if you puke, Emrys is pretty bad at that spell; but what else can you expect from someone half-human?" she said with a grin.
The spellcaster gave her a mock glare that caused the other members to laugh. Harry felt a small smile grace his own face. The statement resulted in an insult match between the members, which at time included Harry. By the time the reached their destination, the boy almost felt at ease with the demons. To Harry's surprise, he realized that he had laughed more with his demonic captures then with his own friends since Sirius' death. Though they were demons, and his captors, they didn't seem evil.
Slayer regarded the human youth as they walked to the chamber that held her master and his enemy. She had been impressed by the boy's actions, which was so unlike the unintelligent cowering of the human slaves she was used to. Even her own slaves wouldn't joke with her, and this boy, while surrounded by enemies, answered their jests with his own. Gawain and the others were experiencing similar thoughts, but they also wondered if this was the world their leader was originally from. This young wizard and their slayer seemed to have much in common.
The six entered the room and Slayer announced their entrance by saying, "Yo, Voldy, got the little boy you're so scared of!"
Voldemort turned a deep red. He was finally going to rid himself of the only person capable of stopping him and this girl had the audacity to ridicule his actions! However, given the fact she was the favourite of his demon partner he kept his ire in check. Now, he turned his gaze to the boy standing between the demons.
The dark wizard grinned.
"Now, my dear young Harry, it is time for you to die."
Caligula ordered Slayer to hold Harry's arm as they advanced towards the boy. Stopping a few feet from Harry, Voldemort raised his want to give the killing curse, but stopped at the disgusted looks on the demons' faces.
"Wouldn't it be better to kill the boy with your own hands?" Caligula suggested, holding out a knife.
Finding the idea appealing, Voldemort reached for the knife. Harry, his arm being held near his wand, managed to grab it and muttered a spell just as Voldemort grasped the knife. The spell forced the knife down, slicing off the ring finger of Caligula.
Desperately, Caligula reached for the ring. Seeing his movement, Harry instinctively reacted by ripping out of his guard's suddenly loosened grip and moving towards the ring. The youth slid across the floor, placing the ring on his own finger before stopping. The ring's power flared and Slayer, who had been reeling from the loss of the connection to her master, felt the connection re-establish itself with her new master.
This human has enough power to activate the ring, she thought with surprise, though unsure how far his influence extended.
Caligula turned toward Harry, intent on regaining the ring. Frightened and not knowing the significance of the ring, Harry cried to the ring in desperation, "Help me!"
The demon lord raised his sword and Harry closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of the sword slicing down. The boy wizard heard steal strike flesh, but was surprised when he felt no pain. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the astonishing sight of Caligula standing still – with a sword through his chest.
The demon fell to the ground dead, revealing the girl who had captured Harry. Scanning the room, Harry watched the other demons in the process of slaughtering the Deatheaters who had accompanied Voldemort. But their deaths weren't quick enough, and succeeded in covering their master's escape.
Slayer helped the boy to his feet, their connection confirming to the girl that he was physically well. The other four warriors stood behind their leader and in unison all five demons kneeled.
Harry stared in shock at the five demonic warriors, all covered in blood. The leader of the Elite smirked.
"Congratulations, master, you now have the Elite, the greatest of warrior demons, at your service."
To which Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived, hope of those who oppose Voldemort, and powerful wizard, promptly fainted.
TBC
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