Ch. 14

Devils Meeting

Harry was taken to a dark room. He could still feel Wormtail behind him as he was restrained, ropes appearing out of nowhere wrapping around his arms behind his back and circling his neck. Harry grunted in pain but did not struggle as he panicked inward, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. The room only had one single source of lighting, a fireplace whose fire was dying, the low flames barely illuminating the seat above it. Harry saw a shadow move in the darkness and the low flames flared to life. Long shadows were cast in the room, and Harry could see the outline of a man sitting in the chair in front of the fireplace. Wormtail fled, quickly shutting and bolting the door behind him, and the shadow moved until he was blocking the light, and a pair of red eyes was staring at him. "Harry Potter," Lord Voldemort hissed, his voice icy and high. "So good of you to come. How amusing to find out, incidentally, that you've have something of mine…"

Harry took a step back. He felt a warm over his body and the Incubus whispering inside his ear, "Be strong my pet. Remember, the chains are broken and we are free. We will confront this faux-demon as one. Just let me in." Harry mentally nodded and he felt the heat spread in his body. His wings burst from his back and horns pierced his forehead. He stayed clothed, his shirt magically staying on as a wide hole was made around his shoulder blades and just above his tailbone where his tail slunk out and wrapped around his waist. His eyes burned a deadly ruby head and Harry felt himself and his incubus becoming one, personalities and strengths mixing perfectly until, in front of the Dark Lord, stood Harry's true self, his powerful self. A fully realized demon.

Voldemort sensed Harry's new power, and if he was afraid he did not show it as he continued to stare at Harry, red eyes meeting red. "Yours?" Harry chuckled. "If you mean that sliver of you, that wimp of a man… why I'm afraid I've burned him in hellfire, Tom."

Voldemort's eyes slanted in anger. "You dare—"

"Yes I dare , Tom Riddle, for I can feel, I know, that I hold what you want," Harry chuckled. "Power. True power. Demons are the most powerful of all dark creatures, it is no wonder you've fashioned your glamour in our image. But a glamour pales in front of reality. He raised his hand and snapped his finger. All around the room orbs of fire ignited, illuminating the room fully until both occupants were properly lit. "Sorry Tom, but I just hate dark rooms, I rather see the person I'm having fun with," Harry smirked.

"You insolent child!"

"Demon child, if we want to be accurate," Harry snickered. "After all Voldemort, I am what you've always wanted to be… a demon. I do not know to what extent you went in studying the Dark Arts, however it must infuriate you… knowing that the years you've spent studying, all the years' worth of power you've gained… and still you pale in comparison with the power I've inherited. Power that I've obtained simply by being born!" Harry laughed, his voice echoing off the walls and making the orbs of fire vibrate around them.

"Yes Potter," Voldemort spat out. "you do have the power that I've sought for, demon. My years of research have given me a sample of what the Dark Arts can truly do, yet I know that it pales compare to what you so luckily have been gifted naturally." Harry was surprised. He thought the Dark Lord would be shocked, scared even. Yet though a look of jealousy ran though his face for a second, it was replaced by a devilish look that sent a chill down the Incubus' spine. "However that does not mean that we cannot pool our resources together. I can feel it within you, your power rages inside, growing untamed. So much potential… potential that will be wasted without proper tutelage."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Join me, Potter, and I will teach you what years of exploring the Dark Arts have granted upon me, I will teach you power and magics beyond your wildest imagination," The Dark Lord said, his voice hissing softly, persuasively. "After you Harry… you are a dark creature and I a Dark Wizard… we share a common enemy."

"Oh? And who is that?" Harry asked.

"Dumbledore of course, the light. Those too weak-willed and weak-minded to understand," Voldemort said. "Join me and I will teach you, mold your power into a weapon for you to use against Dumbledore—"

"How funny," Harry interrupted, "for you to assume my feelings. It's true that I don't like the old man, even hate him at times… however I do not want to kill."

"What a strange thing for a demon to say."

"Oh, is it really?" Harry asked, smirking at Voldemort. "Tell me then, my Dark Lord, what type of demon am I? Do you know?"

Voldemort frowned, "What are you talking about Potter?" he demanded. Harry laughed. He took a step towards Voldemort, their eyes staring at each other as a soft smile graced his plump lips.

"Look at my body Dark Lord," Harry purred. "My curves, my height, my bulges and suggestions… every inch of my being is shaped, morphed, for the seduction and corruption of mortal men. To just think me some common demon is rather insulting my Lord…" He walked pass Voldemort slowly and waved his hand, the chair moving so it was facing them so he could sit in it as he said, "I am an Incubus. I do not want death, blood, and revenge. Rather I aim to spread eroticism and sexual pleasure to whoever I choose… and right now I'm content with my two little human-turn-demons. I'm sure you know of them, Slytherin boys… one of them was yours, I think. Draco Malfoy. That was a nice little mark on his forearm… but I'm not a particular fan of tattoos so I've removed it."

He laughed at Voldemort as the Dark Lord had a look of complete shock. "Surprised? It was rather easy… it's almost as if he climaxed it off!" He laughed louder, and an impish look graced his face as he glared at Voldemort, "You see Tom, no matter how much of a Dark Creature you think I am, or how much of a Dark Wizard… which I am not, there is one thing that you must realize… I am in charge. No one else. Sure, I am Draco and Blaise's submissive… I am their pup, but at the end of the day Tom, it is me who has the power, and it is me who makes the decisions. Me who turned them into demons… however let's go back to Dumbledore for a moment.

"You think I want to kill him? You're wrong, terribly wrong. I hate him, yes, for locking us up, separating us from who we truly are… His actions almost killed us, though he did not know that. They were well meaning, there is not a true hateful bone in his body, and I am certain that he can be convinced. You, however, Voldemort… I despise you. You've made my life awful… killing hundreds, including my own parents… the way I see it, the world still needs Dumbledore, but it'll be better without you."

"You insolent fool!" Voldemort raged. He pulled his wand out but Harry jumped out of the chair and ducked behind it as the Dark Lord snarled a Killing Curse. "I've given you the chance, boy, but you've denied it!" He casted another Killing Curse and Harry ran away from the chair, his hand going for his wand in his pocket.

His mind running quick, Harry stood up fully with his wand drawn and like in a dance, both he and Voldemort aimed their wands at each other and shouted. "Expelliarmus!" "Avada Kedavra!"

Just as it happened two years ago, their spells met in the middle. The red and green jets of light collided against each other, their power pooling in the middle as both wizards focused their strengths into the spell. Golden plasma erupted from meeting point, lashing out violently against the walls. One beam of plasma went straight for the chair and pierced through the back, knocking it over near the fireplace while others struck against the walls, tearing pieces of wallpaper off and chipping the ceiling. Neither men cared, however, as Harry gritted his teeth. The center energy was struggling, waving back and forth between closer to Voldemort or closer to Harry.

Harry felt sweat begin to drench his face, dropping from exhaustion as the pure energy in the middle made its way towards him. "Really Harry, you're letting him win?" the Incubus laughed. "He is only human! So much weaker than a demon like us. That said… why aren't you using my power with yours?"

Thought it was rude to take, Harry gritted mentally.

"Well then, take my power and let's be done with this impersonator! I've not much power in fighting but even what we have together easily outmatches Voldemort's!"

Harry screamed as he felt an influx of power storming within. His ruby eyes shining with a brilliant hue, they glared at Voldemort as his spell changed, keeping it's red center but adding on a pulsing purple aura that surrounded the spell. This new spell crashed against Voldemort's Killing Curse. The red and purple overpowered the green, consuming it greedily, stealing it's power and adding it to it's own as it progressed further and further towards Voldemort.

The Dark Lord did not scream, he did not fear nor tremble as a look of pure shock etched onto his face as the spell reached his wand. There was an explosion and with it a blinding light that forced Harry's eyes shut and his wings folded around his front. He heard no scream or cries that sounded remotely human, instead it was an explosive boom that rocked his body to the core. It was as though an earthquake had struck all of Britain and the room was its center point. Harry's body shook, and his knees buckled, the Incubus falling to his knees as his wings tightened around his body. He gritted his teeth as he felt the tremors vibrate his body yet nothing moved, the furniture stayed precisely where it stayed, the fire continued burning uninterrupted, not even the door rattled. It was as though Harry was the only one being affected by this sudden and magical earthquake and blinding light.

Then, as quick as it started, it stopped. The world seemed to calm, and the light dimmed to nothingness. Harry waited.

Slowly, cautiously, his wings moved out. Harry's eyes opened, and he gasped as in front of him he saw… nothing. No man, no corpse, nothing that would indicate that Lord Voldemort was standing in front of him just moments of ago. Nothing, except for a small pile of dust and a black wand laying on top of it. Harry approached the wand cautiously, his eyes darting this way and that just to make sure it wasn't a trick. When he reached the ash-pile, Harry bent gently and picked up the wand.

It was cold, as though the wand itself inherited its owner's heartlessness. Harry took it in both hands and snapped it. The door opened and Wormtail appeared, looking cowardly as ever, hunched slightly, his hands close to his body. The Incubus barely regarded him. He just stood up fully and walked towards the door. "Your master's dead," Harry spat at Wormtail. "Tell the others. They'll hide if they want… won't be long until all of you are in Azkaban."

"Let me bring us back home," the Incubus whispered, and Harry allowed him to take control. The Incubus took a step, turned on the spot, and they disappeared from the small room, traveling as though they were squeezed through a tight pipe, back into the familiar surroundings of the Burrow. It was nighttime, Harry had no idea he was gone for so long, and there was a scream of relief.

"Harry! Oh Harry there you are! We were looking everywhere—you were gone for hours! What happened where were you—oh out of the way Ron—Harry dear!" He felt Mrs. Weasley's arms tightened around him as she pulled him into a fierce hug. He kept Voldemort's broken wand in an iron-like grip as he heard Mrs. Weasley hug him.

My wings!

"Relax pet, I made sure our wings and tail were gone by the time we landed…" the Incubus chuckled. "The horns will go down by their own, but they're not noticeable."

Harry smiled and he returned Mrs. Weasley's hug with as much strength as he could manage. "Oh Harry! We were so worried! Where have you gone? What happened to you? You look all ruffled up—are you okay?"

"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley, we all are now," Harry smiled. "I need to talk to Dumbledore however."

"Whatever for? What happened?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Harry took a step away from Mrs. Weasley and looked around. All the Weasleys were gathered around him, along with Fleur and Lupin. Taking a breath, he suddenly felt a crushing exhaustion overwhelm him. His body ached, his head was killing him, and his eyes stung fiercely. All he wanted was a bed to sleep in forever, yet he knew that he had to talk with Dumbledore… or at least let him know quickly. Harry raised Voldemort's broken wand, the wood only hanging together by it's core, and said, "I was taken… taken to Voldemort. By Wormtail. We fought, Voldemort and I, and I've beaten him. He's gone… I need to tell Dumbledore that he is gone. It's all over."

He collapsed.