Amon's Curse

Summary: After learning that magic is real and an entire magical community hides in and alongside the "normal world", it shouldn't come as a surprise to Harry to learn that Demons and Devils are real as well, and there is a very real war going on, Demons are reawakening from their long hibernation and trying to take back their planet from its most recent inhabitants humans. Harry's uncanny knack for attracting trouble like bees to honey causes him to become an instant target for Earth's former masters as they begin to converge and seek him out. Harry's only way to defend himself and his loved ones may be to bond his soul with a demon and hope that his spirit and his will is strong enough to withstand its constant attack on his soul...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters owned by J.K. Rowling. I also don't own any of the Devilman characters which belong to GO NAGAI.

A/N: THANKS AGAIN TO ALL OF MY READERS AND REVIEWERS. REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME...

First off I know the last chapter was well lacking anything worth of my readers expectations. But this chapter and the next will explain everything that the last couldn't explain. Just so you know This Is A Harry/Mara fic for now at least...but it's not going to be all mushy and crap because Devilman is not about that and this is a cross-over so Taking that into consideration...don't hate me please I will really try to update soon if i can. On a lighter note I'm working on some new fics one of which is a power rangers fic. So keep on the lookout as of late Origin is on hold I'd this really cool origin for Harry(as the son of Thomas Logan) but it wouldn't make much since as it involves time travel and some interdimesional traveling mystics...(if anyone wants me to continue with it let me know I mean come on Wolverine+Harry Potter what could go wrong? )read Review and all that shit...

Chapter Seven : Transitions

"Harry! Help me, Oh God, please help me!" Harry whirled around to watch as Mara was approached by a large demon. Her face streaked with tears as she began to shriek with terror.

"Get the Hell away from her you fucking piece of shit!" Harry rushed towards her and her attacker in an effort to defend her. As he neared Mara he raised his fist and charged the demon before her. But his world came crashing down as he watch the demon reach down and grab her around her throat, lifting her off the ground and bringing her face to his.

"No stop it! Please s-s-stop it please! Don't hurt her!" Harry's cries fell on death ears as the demon brought Mara's face closer to it's own as she began to cry. almost immediately their lips met and the demon captured her lips in his own a gleeful growl escaping his mouth.

"Get Away From Her You Bastard!" Harry's voice laced with rage and anger as he charged toward the beast.

The demon lashed out toward Harry never removing his mouth from Mara's as he struck out at Harry, he flew backwards and crashed into the adjacent wall crumpling into a heap at the bottom. Harry lifted his head and hissed with pain as the demon turned and gazed directly into his eyes before biting into Mara's mouth and pulling her lips between his fangs.

A muffled scream erupted from her mouth as she thrashed against her capture. The demon threw her to the ground and she began to crawl towards Harry's prone form. Just before she reached him the demon stomped down upon her back and a loud series of cracks rang out.

The last thing she saw through her bloodied eyes was Harry's tear streak face as he reached out for her... Her last words, a soft spoken whisper..."I love y..."

"Mara!"

Harry sat up quickly as he screamed out her name. His body covered in sweat as he doubled over swallowing repeatedly in an effort to quell the urge to expel the bile rising up in the back of his throat. He quickly glanced around in the quiet darkness of his bedroom as he checked for signs of any intruders and unwanted guests, namely the Dursleys. Strangely enough they hadn't even so much as entered his room to see if he'd was still alive.

"Some family...Fucking Dumbledore...blood protection my ass."

His voice came out hoarse and rough, as if he hadn't used it in years. Harry rose from his sweat covered sheets and made his way to the bath down the hall.

Harry entered the bath and entered the shower turning on the spray and adjusting it to its highest setting. As he stood below the scalding jets his mind began to replay the recent events in his life that had led to this very moment.

As the water traveled down his aching form, he rested his aching head against the tiling of the shower and closed his eyes. His shoulders rose and fell as he began to drift off into a peaceful slumber not unlike the one before he was plagued by visions of death and torture.

When he finally awoke the water had long gone beyond cold, but strangely enough he could not feel the freezing water at all. Puzzled, Harry turned off the jets and exited the shower and gasped in shock at the reflection in the mirror. Before him stood not the lean, sinewy body he was used to seeing, but a dark skinned, muscled stranger. The only thing Harry could recognize was the barely visible lightning bolt shaped scar above his right eye.

As he gave himself a once over a small smirk came to his lips. "Now things are getting interesting...Looks like it's time for a change of scenery..."

Albus Dumbledore paced silently before his assembled Order. His task would not be an easy one, but he was sure that this would be the best course of actions. Especially, since he had not received any correspondence from Harry. He hated to do this to the boy, but he needed to be protected. Sure, the treatment he received from the Dursleys was appalling, but it was necessary to mold the boy into the perfect force of light. Albus took a deep breath before turning to address the Order for the first time since this meeting had began.

"For reasons I am unable to convey. I am afraid that I must withdraw the invitation for Mr. Potter's removal from Privet Drive."

Almost immediately protests were raised, many by Remus, and some of the Weasley clan. But, Albus held fast and raised his hands in an effort to silence the crowd. He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before loosing the final blow.

"I understand how many of you must feel at this news but I must stress the meaning of these word when I say that this decision was made only in light of recent events concerning Mr. Potter and his current state of mind." Albus sat down and raised his hand gesturing towards Hermione who was seated between Ron and Kingsley.

"Yes, Miss Granger, I do believe you have something you'd like to add."

Hermione rose and bowed toward Dumbledore.

"Thank you Headmaster, Firstly I'd like to say that even though it pains me to say this, but I believe the Professor has a point. Harry may not want to speak with us at the moment he seems more withdrawn as of late. He hasn't returned any of his letters or replied to any of the owl post sent by the Order. I don't believe that he's fully come to grips with Sirius's passing and it's taken a toll on him mentally. in my opinion as one of Harry's closest friends it'd be my opinion to just let him sort out his thoughts, well for the time being at least."

Dumbledore smiled slightly as he quietly observe Hermione begin to sway the Order towards the Headmaster's decision, 'Miss Granger I could kiss you...you've played right into my hands. As long as Mr. Potter is located at Privet Drive I can keep him under my thumb just long enough for me to manipulate him into a more suitable protege. His actions last year have proven to me that he is still not ready yet... Hopefully by the end of the summer he will have returned to his original demeanor...' He nodded to himself and rose to his feet a grim expression set upon his face.

"Miss Granger is absolutely right. I fear that..." He paused for a moment as if what he was about to say pained him greatly. Remus stood an expression of fear began to form on his face.

"What are you saying Albus? What's wrong with Harry? Tell me dammit." He slammed his fist down upon the table. His fist nearly going through the hard oak.

"What aren't you telling us?" He said softly. Albus nodded softly then continued.

"At the end of last term the night of Sirius's untimely demise. I had a conversation with young Mister Potter. Sad to say the conversation didn't go as I originally planned." He held up his hand to silence the questions before they arose.

"Many of you know of the mental connections between Mister Potter and Lord Voldemort." Albus continued ignoring the various reactions to the mentioning of the Dark Lord's alias.

"What very few of you know is the extent of this connection. Perhaps Mister Potters schoolmates, know of what I mean." Hermione smiled before blurting out. "His visions and headaches."

"Yes, Harry's visions and the scar-based headaches he receives are part of a connection that has been deepening over the recent years since Voldemort's initial return to corporeal form. I believe that these phenomenon are linked directly and I have come to believe that Voldemort has begun to possess Mister Potter at random intervals in order to alter his personality in a subtle manner. Many of have noticed that Mister Potter has a rather emotional disposition and that is the key to Voldemort's plans. At those times when he is most emotional Mister Potter's mental barriers while already weak loose all grip leaving him open and susceptible to attack..."

Meanwhile...Back in Surrey...

The now dressed Harry exited Number Four Privet Drive and started to walk down the street. Wearing nothing but a pair of nondescript black jeans and a gray hoodie on. The only thing in his possession was his wand and large knapsack slung over one shoulder. He continued to walk along as the house he had exited suddenly burst into flames. He paused for a split second, then continued along when the burning building exploded. As the flaming debris began to fall from the night sky. The retreating figure's only remorseful thought as he slowly disappeared into the night...

'Damn to bad the family couldn't be home for my birthday party'

With that he began to whistle a slow mournful tune as he skipped down the street...

End Chapter

AN: So what do you think about that one folks...Needless to say the Dursley Clan did not die though I'm pretty sure that a lot of you wanted to see that...Don't worry they will receive their just desserts...Read Review tell your friends the good news I'm back...Any takers onto what's going to happen next...only time will tell...