A/N there are a few things that I need to address.

First off, the comment from (insert name) said that I used the 'power of friendship' cliché. Harry always had this power but 'Red' refused to let Harry use it. I can't explain everything because that would spoil some stuff that I have planned for the future. But 'Red' only let Harry use this power after finding out what Harry's true desires were. It will take me some time to get to the explanation of what 'Red' is but I hope you'll take my word for now.

Second, I got a comment that only said 'Trash fic'. I'm not asking you to not put this but if you do can you please tell me what you think I'm doing wrong. I can't improve if I don't see where I screw up. To quote the best teacher in all of anime: 'The difference between the novice and the master is the master has failed more times than the novice has tried.' I can't become a master if I don't know how I fail.

Third, the way I view the difference between mages and wizards comes down to this. Mages = more power and less stamina while wizards = less power and more stamina. This is the simplest way I can break it down. I'm not sure if this is an accurate comparison between the two but it's what I'm going with.

Hope you enjoy the first December chapter. I think I'm going to do something special for Christmas but I can't decide. Oh well, we'll just have to see if I feel like it.

Harry

Fear, worry, and concern. Those were the emotions that ripped my body apart as I watched the spell tear into her back. Holding her in my arms I felt cold and powerless just like before. I could still feel my magic but what good was it. I moved my shaking hand to her wound. There wasn't much blood on the inside; instead it was mostly wires and cables. Of course, she was created by Frankenstein so it isn't that surprising. I shook my curiosity and shock away and tried to pour my magic into her.

If I could use my magic to apparate both of us then maybe I could use it to heal her wounds. She started to move but I placed my other hand on her shoulder. "Don't move Fran, I can fix you. Don't worry; everything's going to be alright." My voice cracked in the end and I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Please heal her. I don't care if you never work for me again just heal her. My hand glowed with a soft golden light before her wound started to close. Thank go- we were sent flying back by an explosion.

I landed a few feet away from Fran. I pushed myself up as I shook with rage. Someone had to have sent the cutting spell and there's no way they'd let me heal her. "I'm a fucking idiot." I looked behind me and saw Jason hovering over Fran. "Is she ok?"

"I don't know how but she's still alive. We need to get out of here, how were you going to do that?" I heard Jason's words and a dark presence started to invade my mind. It had to be Voldemort but right now I didn't care. I gave one last glance at Jason and Fran before turning away and walking to the door.

"Sapphire, Ruby, come here." The two elves popped up right in front of me. "Take Jason and Fran to the apartment . . . come get me in five minutes. There's someone that I need to take care of." My voice was as cold as ice and I felt Voldemort trying to take a stronger hold. When the four of them were gone I addressed the vile bastard. "I don't know how you ended up in my body but back the fuck off. I'm pissed and right now you aren't the person I want to take down. This is your only warning."

The threat seemed to work because the feeling disappeared completely. I knew he was still there but he wouldn't be a problem for the moment. When I finally stepped out of the barn I could see a man that gave off the same impression as the others. Whatever he was he was strong. I can't apparate but I can increase my strength and speed. Here goes nothing.

Enhancing my strength first I charged at him, I saw a surprised look in his face. He must have thought it was Jason that would fight him. With only a few yards separating us I enhanced my speed and rocketed forward. I slammed my fist into his gut and followed up with a kick to his groin. It doesn't matter if it's fair or not, as long as I beat the bastard it's alright. However, instead of my leg making contact he grabbed my ankle and lifted me into the air before slamming me into the ground. I saw a sadistic grin spread across his face as he glared at me.

"I'm sure you weren't aware kid but I'm the alpha of my pack. You don't get to where I am without being strong." He brought his leg up and went to ax kick me but I swept his other leg and bolted back up. He was quick to recover and was on me in an instant. He wasn't able to land a full hit on me but the few punches that grazed me left dark bruises. This guy was insane and he wasn't even using magic. Is he even human? I finally saw an opening when his right hook was too wide. I slipped in and threw an elbow at his rib-cage but he kneed me instead. I stumbled back, fighting to catch my breath.

"What the hell are you?" I managed to get out. He slipped his wand out and toyed with it.

"You're helping out Jason and you don't even know who I am. I'm the infamous werewolf Greyback. Back when Voldemort was running amuck there was hardly anyone that wasn't afraid of me and my pack. But to be honest I'd like to know who you are. Not just any kid could keep up with me like this, not to mention those damned green eyes and the messy black hair. You look like the cross between two very annoying people that I wanted to kill. Would you happen to be Harry Potter?" My body froze at the question. How could it be that obvious? How could he figure it out so easily? Could it really be just my hair and eyes?

I finally got control of my breathing and stared at him with as much killing intent as I could muster. I had a decent way out of this situation but I wasn't sure it would work. I put my hand on my face and let out a harsh laugh. "You think I'm the boy-who-lived. How stupid can you be? I'm nothing like that weakling. I'm just a mage that owes a debt to Mr. Colt." With how I've been fighting he should buy it. But in an instant my hopes were shattered.

"I might have believed you if you hadn't shown me that scar." When I brought my hand up I must have moved my hair out of the way. Damn it! "This'll be tricky, if I kill you then there'll be a lot of people after my head . . . but . . . if I capture you I could sell you to the highest bidder."

I could feel the greed coming off of him in waves. He knows my identity, if he leaves and spreads the word . . . he'll be the least of our worries. Lowering myself to the ground I channeled all of my power into my hands and feet. Condensing the power in those spots should allow me to hit the bastard harder. I will lose my speed but if I hit him once it should be over. "Fine, I'm Hadrian Potter but that doesn't help you at all."

This bastard tortured Jason. This Bastard hurt Fran. I won't let him hurt anyone else. You know what that means right? He has to die. Don't think of it as killing someone. Think of it as stopping him from harming anyone else. I heard 'Red's' voice echo inside my head. I can't afford to be like Voldemort but he would never kill to save anyone. Fran was willing to dirty her soul to protect me, so this is the least I can do.

When I bolted forward his wand twirled and unleashed the same cutting spell he used on Fran. In the instant the light left the tip of the wand I ripped off my shirt and threw it forward. The spell ripped my shirt to shreds but I had a direct line for the bastard. Digging my foot into the dirt I launched my body forward like an arrow and headbutted his chest. The world was spinning but I recovered fast enough to dodge a killing curse aimed at my arm. "What happened to using me for profit?" I yelled as I tried to punch his side.

"Life's more valuable than money kid." He retorted before slamming his fist into the back of my neck. My vision went black and I could see stars but I knew where he was. Acting like I lost all feeling in my body I fell to the ground face first. When I felt the grass touch my hands I pushed forward and sent my body back. I kicked out with both of my legs and hit something. There was a loud crack followed by a painful howl. I grinned victoriously and turned only to see the light of a spell. "Reducto!" Greyback growled out.

I put all of my magic into my legs and jumped into the air. I didn't jump as high as Fran could but I was at least twenty feet in the air. Looking down as I fell I saw that I had knocked Greyback's wand out of his hand. I started to spin my body around and around as I came down and at the very last minute I kicked down and broke Greyback's leg . . . again. I stood up and looked down at him before lifting up my arm and channeling my magic. He chuckled and looked me in the eye. "You don't have it in you to kill someone. You're nothing but some lucky brat with an ungodly ability." He must have thought I was going to hesitate because he came at me with his fist leading his body.

I grabbed the wrist and twisted it until he was on his back squirming. "If I let you live you're going to tell people about me and Jason. Besides, I wasn't going to let you live after what you did to Fran." I clenched my fist and brought it back.

"You can't kill me damn it! I'm not going to die at the hands of some stupid kid!" He struggled to get out of my grasp and broke his wrist in the process. This isn't for some sick pleasure or for my own benefit. Jason will be a bigger target if people find out about our relationship and even stronger people will be trying to kill Fran. For their sake I can't let this man live.

"Goodbye . . . and find some peace in your afterlife." I punched right through his heart and ended his life. I slowly pushed myself up and walked back to the barn. That guy I knocked down earlier had disappeared at some point. I didn't have long to find Jason's wand. I closed my eyes and focused on my magic. It pulsed and covered everything in the area but there was only one thing in here that felt like Jason. In the back of the barn was a small container that held his wand. I picked it up and felt a bit of energy flow into my body. "You didn't do that the first time I touched you." I said to it in confusion.

It wasn't long after that Ruby and Sapphire showed up and took me back to the apartment. Jason looked livid and Fran was on the bed with her back exposed. He calmed down enough to talk to m. "I never learned decent healing magic and we can't take her to Saint Mungo's. I'm sorry Harry but I don't know if there's anything we can do." I didn't say a word, I simply put his wand on his dresser and got on the bed. Staring at her wound I wanted to throw up. Even if I only spent five minutes away I should have been healing her not fighting and . . . and killing.

Steeling my nerves I placed my hands over the wound and channeled my magic into her. "I'm sorry for letting this happen. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I know I don't deserve it but please don't abandon me." I didn't expect her to say anything but she didn't even grunt in reply. I really screwed things up didn't I. Finally the same golden light appeared and started to close the wound. When it was done I got off the bed and left the room while Jason followed. We both sat at the table and I could feel his anger rising.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Jason whispered almost too quietly to be heard.

"I couldn't let anything happen to you guys." It was a shit excuse and I knew it.

"Bull shit!" He yelled as he slammed his fist into the table. "Why did you do it?"

"You and Fran were injured to the point that you couldn't fight. I thought it would be for the best . . . and . . . I wanted revenge." I fought the urge to throw up. "I did something horrible." I stared down at my hand. The hand that still had the blood from Greyback's heart. Nothing . . . I didn't feel anything despite the fact that I killed someone. "I turned myself into a monster." I chuckled as tears fell down my face. It felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I don't know how much time passed before Jason brought me into a hug. "I killed him . . . I killed him and I don't feel guilty. I don't feel bad about it. Why don't I feel anything Jason. I killed someone so shouldn't I feel guilty?" I continued to ramble incoherently for a while but when I was done Jason managed to say something to calm me down.

"When I first killed a Death Eater I was happy that I did it. They were rapists and murderers so why wouldn't I be happy. At least that's what I told myself. When I finally realized what I had done it was too late to go back. Children had lost their mothers and fathers because of me. I don't feel guilty about the lives that I took but I still became a murderer in my own right. Nothing I say or do will ever make up for the things I've done and now the same goes for you. Doing bad things doesn't make you a bad person Harry and you are far from being a monster. Remember why you did it. Remember that you didn't feel pleasure from the kill. The fact that you're this torn up is proof that you aren't a monster."

I stopped crying but I didn't move away from him. I let his words sink in but a horrible thought occurred to me. Would Fran be able to forgive me like Jason? I won't hide it from her but I need to be the one to tell her. "Jason . . . let me be the one to tell Fran . . . please." He nodded and I pulled away from him. I wiped away my tears and went over to his sink. I ran hot water over my arm and scrubbed until all of the blood was off. I still felt horrible but Jason's words helped at least. Shortly after Fran came out with her dress as good as new thanks to Ruby and Sapphire.

I walked over to her but she wouldn't look at me. "Are you ready to go Fran?" She simply nodded. I didn't want to ask Jason about magic anymore. With a part of Voldemort inside me and the fact that I killed Greyback . . . even if he did deserve it, I felt that I didn't have the right. I put my hand on her arm and with one last glance to Jason and the girls I used the port key to go back to the house.

When we arrived she went upstairs without giving me so much as a glance. It hurt but after what I did I deserved it. I shouldn't have gone out to fight him. I shouldn't have left her. I could have healed her sooner and everything would be like before. I wouldn't be a murderer or a traitor. "Damn it, why did I have to fight him?" Instead of going upstairs I collapsed on the couch and let the exhaustion take hold of my body.

In Harry's mind

Just like all the other times before I found myself in Godric's Hollow. This time Red wasn't here to greet me. I glanced at the door that lead to the darkness and took a few steps toward it. I was hesitant to touch it but I didn't know how else I could get his attention. "Well consider my attention caught. The closer you are to that door the more danger you put us in."

I spun on my heel and came face to face with Red. He looked different, he looked more like me. His eyes were still red and his hair was black but he was shorter and paler than the last few times we met. "What happened to you?" He twirled around with an insane grin on his face.

"Isn't it obvious? Surely even you can start to put the puzzle together." Red stopped and pulled a chair out of nowhere. "Take a guess and I'll tell you if you're close or not." I moved to the wall opposite of the door and leaned against it. Everything about him was familiar yet strange. It was like looking at a dirty mirror.

"You aren't me but you're like me. You're a part of me aren't you? Which means that when I answered your question you became even more like me." A sad smile made its way to his face. Red stood and looked down at me.

"How can you be so close to the truth but so far at the same time? It's a little sad for me you know. Even after what I did for you, you can't realize who I really am. Have you at least come to realize what the darkness is?"

"That thing is Voldemort isn't it?" He chuckled at my answer and placed his hand on the door. "How did he get inside of me?"

"That isn't a secret that I know; though you are correct. Voldemort is everything on the other side of this door, a parasite eating away at our existence. If you don't find a way to remove him you are going to die. Every part of your soul will be consumed and he will take your body for his own." His voice was monotone as he said that. Almost like all of the emotion was taken from him.

"How do I stop him?" Red shook his head at my question.

"I have no idea and if I don't know the answer I doubt Jason will. It would take someone with a vast knowledge of magic to help you. For now the only advice I can give is to let your heart grow. The more he tries to consume you the more human he becomes. He's changed because of you. Before he was a cold and calculating monster with no regard for life but through your heart he's grown his own."

"I doubt that he really has a heart." My tone was cruel but it was the truth. Everything I learned about Voldemort showed him to be a monster incapable of anything resembling humanity.

"Of course he doesn't. He's taking yours Harry. Wrath and Hatred and Sorrow are flooding into his being. He has come to hate you for giving him these emotions that he once considered to be a weakness. You have given him a lot and he hates you for it. Deep down in your soul you don't hate him. You don't despise him either. You pity him and that isn't something he could ever forgive. Somewhere deep down you always knew that he was here."

Neither one of us said anything else but I didn't want to leave. Leaving meant being in that house with Fran and right now I couldn't face her. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours. No words were spoken and no glances were given. Eventually the room got colder and the door started to shake. Red looked at me with a grim expression. "Can I still stay here?" I wasn't sure if he heard me or not but he left the door and sat beside me.

"She won't hate you."

Maybe that was true. Maybe she would forgive me but . . . "I hate me."

Red put his arm around my shoulders. "I know."

At the Apartment with Jason

It took a few hours for the potions to heal his broken bones though Jason wasn't any happier when they were done. It was his fault that Harry had gone down that path and he knew it. In his twisted desire for revenge he had got caught and saved by an 8 year old kid that had been put through hell. Then there was the question of which one Harry managed to kill. Had it been Greyback or one of the other werewolves in the area? As much as he wanted to know Jason couldn't bring himself to ask Harry that question.

Then there was the fact that he had missed a full day of work. The higher ups were going to have his ass for this. This was not his week in any sense of the word. However it would be a good idea to let Amelia know that he wasn't dead right now, though it would probably be for the best to not inform her about the tiny fact that Harry Potter had come to his rescue . . . and killed someone in the process. "That would be a fun conversation." He said to himself quietly.

He wrote a quick letter and had Ruby take it to Amelia. He wanted to be angry at the elves for letting Harry and Fran get involved but in the end he was the one to blame. If he had stayed away from the assassination business then this wouldn't have happened in the first place. The young man gave himself a cold shower and went to the ministry while preparing for the hellish lashing that Amelia would surely give him.

Somewhere in London with Dante

It had taken Dante longer to recover than he expected. The fight with Berserker had destroyed many of his bones, almost puncturing his lung. The bones took a few days to regrow and a couple more to properly set. The idea that the kid and his servant could be getting farther away infuriated the man but those thoughts were put to rest. The brat had found a way to disguise his magic signature but there was video evidence of him moving around in the city.

For the few people that had seen Dante since the incident it was a nightmare. His whole life had been success after success but now his pride was tarnished. Instead of it being some big shot powerhouse it was a little kid with no experience. The humiliation was enough to drag his mind to some very dark places. But he was able to find some happiness by doing his job.

With a little investigating it was discovered that the family the brat was staying with was quite abusive. Vernon and his wife had treated the boy like a slave for a little over seven years. He had also learned that the child's name was Hadrian Potter better known as Freak or Harry. The school he attended didn't notice anything wrong with the boy and all of the neighbors believed he was a troublemaker through and through. According to the Dursleys the boy also came from a line of wizards. How the brat came to be with them was irrelevant.

With the information he had gathered it would be child's play to break his mind or trick him into lowering his guard. After all, what little boy wouldn't want to know about his parents. He let out a dark chuckle as he patrolled the area in London where Harry was seen. "That little bastard is going to pay."

With Fran

When she stormed into the bedroom she threw herself onto the sheets. It had all happened in a few minutes but it felt like everything had gone wrong. When he had healed her it was like a wave of pure bliss had entered her body. Every ounce of pain and sorrow completely disappeared but then he had called for Ruby and Sapphire. Was she too much of a burden? Was she really that weak in his eyes?

Those thoughts and worse plagued her mind. She was supposed to be a powerful servant. She was supposed to be his protector. Yet in the end it was him that saved her. It was him who let her escape while he went to fight alone. Fran still could have fought the bastard that attacked her. It would have hurt like a bitch but she still could have done it. But then again Harry wouldn't let that happen would he?

That boy couldn't see her as anything less than a friend and it hurt her. How many years did she live in isolation and pain before dieing? Not even she knew the answer to that question. It all blended together to form a linear story of misery. It was a sad amd heartbreaking life that she was forced to endure. A tale remembered so vividly that she became a heroic spirit with the wish to be loved. She was sure that the only thing that could grant that impossible wish was the Holy Grail.

However . . . Fran had been proven wrong. Harry loved her and looked at her like she was the most important thing in the world. While it wasn't what she had wanted when she chased down her creator. It was wonderful to have a friend look at her with those eyes. Groaning in confused frustration, Fran slammed her head into the bed and almost broke it.

Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she gently got off the bed. Fran couldn't tell if she was mad at Harry or mad at herself. Things had been simpler in her previous life but at the same time they were much worse. Despite what she felt she had no right to avoid Harry. He would never think any less of her no matter what; of that she was sure.

So it was with a great deal of courage that Fran walked downstairs and found Harry sleeping on the couch. For a second she thought about going upstairs and letting him sleep but they needed to talk. She walked as slowly as she could and looked down at his face. He was sweating far too much. She put the back of her hand to his forehead and pulled back almost as quickly. It felt like he was on fire.

She grabbed his shoulders and tried to shake hi awake but it wouldn't work. Why wasn't he waking up? Did that wizard place a curse on him? No that couldn't be right. Jason or her would have noticed it so what was wrong? "Harry!" She screamed at him. It wasn't doing any good.

Fran bolted up the stairs and grabbed a shirt for Harry. She shoved it on him and bolted out the door. Sheska said that her brother and sister were doctors. They could help Harry, they had to help. "Please don't abandon me." Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks as the last words he said played in her mind. "I won't ever abandon you. I promise." The pain brought by her words caused thw tears to finally.

She got to the library in a matter of seconds but in her mind it wasn't fast enough. Kicking open the doors she saw Sheska there with her niece. "Help . . . please." It was all she could say in her fragile state. Sheska didn't ask any questions, she just grapped the phone and called an ambulance.

A/N Did you really expect me to end it on a good note. I mean come on it's me we're talking about. So from that little encounter can anyone guess what 'Red' is. It won't change what I write but I m curious if you all can figure out what I'm gonna do.

Hope you all stick around and the rating will be changed to M on Friday for obvious reasons.