Summary: Harry Potter has never been normal but now the "Boy-Who-Lived" has another thing that sets him apart from the normal Wizarding World. Two people from his past will return and unlock memories of new powers he's never been able to access or remember until now. These powers are more than enough to defeat Voldemort but along with them come new enemies and trouble. Will the new magic that Harry's accessed help or destroy everything that he holds dear?

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I'm sorry to say that this story will most likely not follow the story line of "The Half-Blood Prince" at all. Not only am I disappointed with the book, but also it messes up my storyline completely. Now this story is officially AU so I hope that you will still enjoy it anyway. I wish that I could follow the book, but it will only give me a severe case of writer's block!

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Devil's Snare

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Chapter Five: Training and Unsettling Visions

When Dessmona walked into Harry's room holding a letter from the Dursley's Harry could barely hold in his astonishment. The Dursley's never contacted him outside of the pathetic Christmas presents that he received at school, and even that was a stretch for him. They probably assumed that what they gave him was a really treat; who wouldn't want knobby old socks or a halfpence for Christmas?

The indigo-eyed angel gave Harry and warm smile, and perched onto his four-poster bed. Harry sat up from lying on his stomach trying to finish his summer work, and took the letter, curiosity clear on his confused features. He glanced at Dess who just shrugged her shoulders and then tore the letter open.

Potter,

How could you just sneak out of the house like that and leave it in a mess! After Petunia wasted good food on you and you didn't even finish it and we didn't even make you do your chores? You ungrateful wretch of a boy. Should have just left you on the sodding doorstep to rot.

Harry snorted at that comment and rolled his eyes. Dess was leaning over his shoulder reading it as well. He sighed and a slender hand came up reassuringly to run gently down his arm.

We found a new house. It's the most popular thing on the market and we don't want you to live with us anymore. I don't care that your crackpot teacher at that school of yours made Petunia promise to let you live here; you're not coming with us. The house costs loads of pounds and even though I have another promotion, I can't afford to have you messing up the place and wasting food.

"Humph, the only reason why you don't have enough money for food is that fat lump of a cousin of mine stuffing his face while you're gone and blaming the missing food on me."

Dess continued to scan the rest of the letter and looked at Harry with a bit of concern. "Dumbledore wont be very pleased if your uncle won't let you live in their new home. He may confront them about their mistreatment of you and then Vernon will be even more angered by the interference of that "crackpot old fool" as he likes to call him."

Harry sighed and raked a hand through his hair. It fell right back into his face and he pushed a bit behind his ear. It fell back again and Dessmona giggled and with a wave of her hand a light green ribbon appeared intertwined in her fingers. She moved behind Harry and summoned a brush as well, gently pulling back the hair out of his face. Harry relaxed as he felt the brush run through his hair and looked out to a distant window.

"I don't know what Uncle Vernon will do. I think that the letter that I got last year frightened Aunt Petunia enough, but after the Dementor attack, my uncle hates me even more. He thought that I had made Dudley so cold and ill. After all of the other things that I have done on top of just existing, I think that he's broken his last straw.

"He is afraid of Moody and the others, but I don't think that will stop him from not letting me stay in their house. Even if he did get to kick me out, there's no place that I could go. Dumbledore will never let me stay at Hogwarts over the summer, even if it is just for one more year. He doesn't care that Hogwarts is the safest place to be, he thinks that my mother's blood will save me."

Harry paused in his rant to glance over his shoulder at Dess. She had braided his hair and was tying a bow at the base of the silky mass. Harry groaned and reached behind him to touch the heavy coil and laughed.

"Just think, if I whipped my head around, this would hurt quite a bit."

Dess nodded and set down her grooming tools to move to Harry's side once more.

"Maybe if I do that to Ron the next time he gets to me he'll sod off."

Dess shook her head and then followed Harry's earlier suit of staring out the window. The sunlight was reflected in her wide eyes making them appear to be lavender.

"You need to let him come around. Your true identity is not just stressful for just you, Harry."

Harry set the letter down on his nightstand and pushed his books further out of the way before stretching his arms above his head and lying back down on his bed, his slightly longer legs hanging off the side. Dess looked down at him as the half-devil closed his eyes and relaxed completely onto the mattress.

"Why can't I control him?"

Dess didn't answer; she waited for Harry to continue on his own.

"It's so bloody hard. When I trained in Hell, now I can remember that while I lost control of Avenairu at times, it was never as hard as it is now to restrain him. I lost control with Ron again today and Snape. I almost made this entire place explode and who knows how far around us would have been damaged as well. Having to apologize afterwards was extremely humiliating."

"Part of the problem is that now that you're not unconscious when you're aware of your other half is that you regret what the two of you are. That puts a damper on your control. Your emotions are very troubled along with your mind. You need to overcome that barrier on your own, Harry."

Harry just sighed and arched his back, letting out a loud gasp of contentment when it cracked. He rolled over onto his side and glanced up at Dess, who was still looking out the window. "When I did Occlumency with Snape, I could feel him going through my memories and he pulled up one that I can't remember. Someone was looking up at me with eyes that had a mix of blue and green. I can't remember anyone that has eyes like that..."

Dess shifted on the bed and looked down at Harry and smiled slightly to herself. "I think that I might know who that is--"

Harry sat up quickly. "Who is it, Dess? Are they important to me because I had some odd feelings come from that memory? It's been bothering me ever since this morning!"

"You're going to have to wait for that person to contact you, Harry. I can't tell you anything else than the fact that you will be hearing from them very soon." Dess smiled softly and slowly twirled her hair in between her slender fingers.

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes until he picked up one of the many Occlumency books that were sitting on the floor next to his bed. There were eight in all and he had no idea where to start reading them. They were so thick and looked as if they had been written when Dumbledore when he was born. Harry held the book with ease; the strength that he had as a devil had been returning his body all morning.

Harry began to thumb through the book to see if any of the many titles and subtitle jumped out at him when Dess spoke up by saying, "This morning when you looked over at Professor Snape, what were you feeling?"

Harry looked up from his book and gave Dess a weird look. "What do you mean? I didn't look at him."

Dess rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Remember we were all in the kitchen? You gave him a look that was neither non-threatening nor friendly. "You just watched him. It almost looked like you were analyzing him or something along those lines."

After a few moments in deep though, Harry nodded slowly. "Oh yeah, after I got mad a Ron? I think that Avenairu was just; I dunno how to put it, scanning him or something like that. I think that he was trying to measure him. Avenairu finds him interesting."

A look of amusement crossed the angel's smooth features. "Interesting? That doesn't exactly sound holy."

Harry looked shocked for a second before shaking his head. "No, no! I didn't mean it that way, Dess!" Harry hated himself even more when he felt his face heat up, but then he tried to cover it up by yelling at Dess. "Angels aren't exactly supposed to have inappropriate thoughts, you know."

Dess rolled her eyes. "I'm an exception, besides I have been around humans for too long." She gestured towards the large pile of books that were sitting on Harry's right side. "You might want to get done with that Harry. I don't think that Professor Snape is going to be very pleased with you if you don't take adequate notes. You two are going to take lessons every couple of days, so you better get started now."

Harry groaned and gave Dess a half-hearted glare. "Why do you call him 'Professor'? He's my teacher not yours." 'Besides,' Harry added to himself in his mind, 'he doesn't deserve the respect that his title gives him.'

Dess smacked him on the back of the head and retorted, "That is the title given to him and he deserves the respect Harry. You shouldn't be so rude to him. You two have your differences but I think that it's time that you get over them."

"It's mainly his fault, Dess. I never did anything at all besides be the son of James Potter and "The-Boy-Who-Lived" and he hates me. He should grow up and let go of his stupid grudges. He hates me, not the other way around. Treating me like shit just because of my father's stupidity is just immature!"

"Watch your language, Harry."

Harry turned around with a look of incredulously marring his features. "Is that all you have to say? 'Watch your language'?" Harry put his head in his hands and got off of the bed and moved towards the door. He grabbed the handle and then jerked backwards in pain when a searing burn ran through his hand and up his arm. He turned towards Dess, whose aura was glowing a soft blue. Her eyes were a shade lighter, and they glared at Harry in annoyance.

"You should keep your emotions in check Harry. Soon, I was going to ask Hermione, Draco, and Ron if they had time to start training with you today, and if you go out there with that sour attitude then the tension between you and Ron will get worse." Harry looked a bit frightened and very annoyed as he gazed down at his hand and stared at a blister that was forming from the burn that ran across it. It was a minor injury, but it left the boy unsettled.

He knew that Dessmona would never hurt him on purpose, but being injured by someone usually made him feel guarded around them; whether it was emotional or physical damage.

Dess rose from the bed and moved past Harry to push open the door. She held it open and then turned to gaze hard at him.

"I'm going to invite the others to supervise and watch. You need to learn to keep yourself in check. Avenairu is just another part of you and if you don't accept it, you're going to drain all of your magic; not to mention your life."

Harry avoided the angel's eyes as she gently lifted up his hand and ran her fingers along the blister. The pain began to dissipate quickly and then she squeezed it and let it drop to the boy's side.

The half-devil sighed as he let Dessmona's words wash over him. He had nearly forgotten about the fact that his life was linked to whether or not he accepted Avenairu or not. Keeping the two apart apparently took a lot of magic, even though he couldn't feel it. If Harry used too much power at once, on day it could kill him. Besides, not accepting the darker side of his soul would drain him of all of his magic and shorten his life in general.

Harry sighed as Dessmona brushed past him, her silver hair brushing against his face. "I'll be in the dueling room, when you're calm."

"Dueling room? Since when is there a dueling room in here?"

"Just join my later on, okay?"

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Dessmona stood in front of Draco, Ron, and Hermione, who stood there with attentive expressions on their face. Draco looked smug. Dessmona had talked to him while Harry was doing Occlumency with Snape and had learned that his father had let him take a few lessons in Muggle fencing. The boy was quite good, but what he knew would be nothing in case of an attack on the manor.

Hermione held her weapon cautiously and struggled under the weight. Even thought they were just starting their training today, Dessmona had given them all weapons that were heavy and uncomfortable.

Dessmona walked over to Ron to fix the boy's posture that was slouching. He didn't want to learn how to fight. He was in a bit of denial about how much danger they were in due to the release of Harry's powers. He didn't want to have anything to with Harry or Dessmona at all. He was angry at Hermione for wanting to learn about fighting and with his mother for agreeing to let them learn how to fight as well. Most of the time Mrs. Weasley never wanted the children to get into any form of trouble no matter what the circumstances even if it included something that would protect them all from death. Ron had expected his mother to object to them having anything to do with Harry and the young woman who called herself an angel, but Mrs. Weasley wanted Ron and the others to be prepared.

"So, even thought I don't like to complain, these weapons are a bit heavy to start training with." Draco set down the blade against the stone floor and gazed over at Ron who was slouching over his weapon. "Some of us can't seem to hold our weight."

Ron flashed Malfoy a dirty look and began to retort, when Mrs. Weasley spoke up from the sidelines. "Ronald, don't argue, just focus on learning how to protect yourself!"

Ron rolled his eyes and struggled to stand up straight. His eyes met with Hermione's and she gave him a brief smile, which he returned half-heartedly. The he glanced Harry's way. The "Boy-Who-Lived" just stood there watching the rest of them, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Why isn't he fighting?" Ron said annoyed, pointing at Harry. "He's just standing there watching us!"

Harry folded his arms over his chest and was about to retort, but Dessmona shook her head. "He already knows how to fight and I'm going to work with Harry later on. He's going to assist me while I help you train as well."

"Harry, how much do you know about fighting?' Remus asked. He and the rest of the adults had filtered into the room a few moments ago watching the teens train with Dessmona. They were interested in seeing them learn how to fight as well. To Harry's surprise, even Snape stood there his face as impassive as always but his eyes betrayed a hint of his interest. He stood in the shadows while Remus and Mrs. Weasley watched close-by.

"I can't really tell you anything right now. When I hold a sword again, I'll be able to show you what I know. Not all of my memories are back yet…"

Remus nodded and watched Dessmona who helped Hermione with the weight of her sword. "The reason why I'm giving you these swords is to show you that these are the weapons that you'll be able you use later on when your training increases your strength and agility. Your powers as Wizards and Witches cannot be the only thing that you rely on when facing a devil. Knowing how to fight with a weapon will help you as well."

Draco slowly twirled his sword around with his wrist. "Even though your skills are father than Hermione and Ron's, Draco, you really shouldn't try anything with that sword right now. You might pull some muscles…"

Draco scoffed, but still just held his sword at his side. Dessmona smiled at him and then waved her hand in front of her face. Hermione and Ron stood up straighter immediately, the weight of their weapons gone.

"I took away the extra weight," the angel explained.

Hermione looked up at Dessmona who was holding a sword at her side as well. It glowed with a sort of power.

Harry turned towards Dessmona slowly as he felt a wave of magic wash over his body. Avenairu stirred inside of him recognizing the magic signature as one of a request for a duel. That was the traditional way that devil's approached an ally if they wanted to have a friendly competition. If the advanced were a threat, the magic would have shocked him instead of being a gentle brush. His flesh tingled slightly and a shiver ran down his spine.

Hermione looked on with concern. "Harry, are you alright? You look a bit pale."

"It's nothing," Harry murmured softly. "I'm just feeling the aura that Dessmona is sending off is affecting me." Seeing his friend's confused look, Harry began to explain. "When devils want to have a duel they send of a brush of magic to the one that they want to challenge. Depending on the nature of the challenge, the magic may caress you like what Dess did or it may burn you. She's not threatening me, so it sent tingles down my spine, that's all."

Harry turned his attention back to the angel who stood there in front of him holding out her sword in a defensive stance. Her violet eyes watched his every move, traveling slowly over his body trying to judge his posture. Her eyes travel to his hand and then she relaxed her body slightly as a smile came over her face.

"Well, I can't expect you to be able to fight if you don't have a weapon."

A bright white light surrounded her hand as she held it outstretched in front of her. Everyone watched in awe as the light faded revealing the hilt of a sword. Harry slowly reached out and grasped the handle and pulled it towards him, his face a mask of emotions as he studied the hilt.

"I expect that you remember how to use it."

Ron frowned and Draco looked at Harry strangely. "How can he fight without a blade?" the blonde asked.

The answer to that question was soon revealed as a soft light appeared around Harry. The boy's eyes flashed red for a brief moment and he raised the hilt in front of him with both hands. Soon the light around him blinded everyone in the room and soon dissipated so it formed the blade of the sword.

"Satar Dyo Ocylem!"

The blade stopped glowing and then formed a blade of soft green light. Harry raised it a bit higher and then did a few moves and different stances for it. He moved with ease and precision. It seemed as if he were dancing, each move flawless and beautiful. His body moved slowly with total concentration and his long hair flowed about him. The sight was one to cherish and behold.

Harry stopped and held out his sword in front of him again, facing Dessmona held on. Everyone watched him as the young wizard's face stilled and his thoughts became focused on the upcoming battle.

Hermione stared at both fighters studying their movements, when her eyes rested on the angel's familiar Saengen; the bushy-haired girl noticed that the serpent's eyes glowed red.

Dessmona relaxed from her stance and then reached up to press her fingers against the red scaled reptile. The sound of hissing rose in the room and Hermione glanced over to Harry to see if he understood. His eyes were clouded over as if he were trying to figure out what they were saying but he couldn't tell.

The angel gently removed the blood-red familiar from her slender neck and set him down on the floor a few feet away. Saengen quickly slithered over to a nearby wall and his bright eyes stared at the upcoming battle.

Dessmona suddenly flew towards Harry, slashing quickly to the boy's right and then changing to his left to throw off his defense. Harry whipped around in a circle and created a sort of vacuum with his spin drawing the angel towards him. It nearly worked, but Dessmona broke free and appeared suddenly behind and raised her blade above her head, bringing it down to strike him on the head. Harry raised his sword over his head and then a bit farther to block his head and shoulders from attack. When the two blades connected, at the sound of a "clang" Harry pulled away and quickly turned away from Dessmona's sword. The angel's eyes were blazing with power, and she leaped in to the air above Harry and brought down her sword on top of his head. The young wizard was ground into the floor, breaking the stone floor.

"Harry!" Hermione cried out in fear and concern. Harry remained still for a few moments but then slowly began to rise. His entire body shook in pain and blood ran from his lip and his nose in a steady stream. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley gasped and Ginny whimpered and turned away. Ron looked concerned despite his anger towards the boy. Draco turned towards Dessmona who was waiting calmly with her sword held out in front of her waiting for the boy to get up completely.

"How could you just do that? I thought that this was just a exercise and you were just trying to test his skills!"

"I am testing his skills. If Harry gets in a fight, he won't be shown any mercy. I'm just trying to keep this fight as real as possible."

Harry was finally on his feet again and was glaring at Dessmona, his eyes glowing with power. They were bright green mixed with a bit of red.

"You will never win against anyone if you can't control the devil inside of you, Harry!"

Harry froze and then it was plain that he was having a mental struggle. His eyes flickered and then changed back to emerald. He raised his sword and it glowed brightly with power. It floated in front of him just above his upturned palms. Then it split into two separate weapons.

Harry grabbed each sword out of the air and twirled them around in his hands and ran towards Dessmona who didn't move out of the way until the last minute. She disappeared completely.

"Where did she go?" Hermione murmured.

Harry looked around and tensed as he felt a brush of magic against him again. He held up both swords, and waited.

"Just a few more moments…" Harry whispered as he looked around.

"Ahhhhh!"

Harry crossed his swords over his head as Dessmona struck him again. Harry pushed her off and slammed her into the wall with both swords. Dessmona crashed through the wall and landed in the other room. Soon after, she flew back into the room and pushed Harry again the opposite wall. The two of them struggled against one another until suddenly Harry's weapon snapped under the pressure.

Dessmona still pursued the half-devil, and Harry turned away and jumped into the air and hit the wall with his feet, pushing off as hard as he could so reached the ceiling and then fell down so he could strike Dessmona. The angel easily dodged.

"How can he do anything? He doesn't have his wand," Hermione cried. Ron looked over at the table and noticed that it was sitting there. "Why doesn't he Accio it?"

"Dessmona probably told him not to use his wand. Our magic most likely has no effect on devil's you dunce," Draco scoffed at the redhead.

Everyone continued to watch as Harry dodged every attack that Dessmona threw at him. The angel managed to get in a strike and Harry yelled in pain. He cradled his side as blood poured from it, and stood there panting.

Dessmona just leaned casually against her sword as she watched Harry with a critical eye. "In a real battle, an opponent wouldn't just give you a few minutes to catch your breath and try to figure out a strategy. You need to be more focused. Don't forget your training!"

Harry leaned heavily to one side and each breath was forced. The boy was obviously in a lot of pain. He could barely stand the wound in his side. His eyes were clouded over in pain. Blood was now dripping on the floor. A puddle was surrounding him.

'I need to heal this wound, but I doubt that Dess will give me enough time to do so.'

Transform, Innocent One. Even half way, it will do you better than standing here watching your blood paint the floor crimson.

Harry shuddered as he felt Avenairu's magic burning him, the harsh voice echoing in his mind.

'Dess told me to control you, not unleash you!'

No matter. Without your health, you will perish. Oh, no, Dessmona will never kill you, but you will shame me, and yourself.

'I don't care! I'd rather lose than have you get out of control!'

Foolish! I won't run amok, just use the power…

Harry froze, not sure what to do.

Do it now! Use anything you can to replace your weapon. Once it's destroyed in battle it takes too much time to bring it back!

Harry stood up to his full height. His eyes glowed brightly and then the air around him began to crackle with magic; green sparks flew from his body. A breeze picked up and ruffled his hair, throwing it into his eyes.

Soon, red sparks joined the green and both flew around his body. They slowly surrounded the wound on his body and settled onto it, healing the angry swelling and cutting off the steady flow of blood.

"You released your powers," Dessmona breathed out in awe. "Even without me unlocking them."

The light grew brighter and then all of the sparks grew in size and flew into Harry's body. He closed his eyes as the magic flowed through him, then exploded outward.

Everyone shielded their eyes from the blast of magic and light until it slowed toned itself down. Their eyes slowly adjusted to the light and they gasped in awe and fright.

A pair of jet black wings adorned Harry's back. They were taller than him by at least a foot or so. They were beautiful and shiny. Each feather shone brightly as if it had just polished. They ruffled slightly in the breeze left over from Harry's power. The half-devil's eyes were glowing with power, a bright red with green around the pupils.

Dessmona backed away and stared. "You're not completely Avenairu, but you're not completely Harry either. It's a combination of the two…"

Harry didn't wait for a reply. He moved into a defensive stance and waited for the angel to ready herself. Dessmona flew at him again, but Harry flew into the air and dropped behind her. Everyone watched as each feather turned into a small gleaming blade and the air hummed slightly.

In half a second, half of the feathers on Harry's right wing shot towards Dessmona. Nearly all of them hit her and slashed at her ruthlessly. Silver "blood" ran from her body and she pulled back wincing slightly. Her sword had a few feathers penetrating it; the edges were that sharp. She threw it down to the ground and stood up straighter.

"Ah, your favorite means of attack, Feather Slash. Nice, Harry, very nice."

Dessmona threw a bright orb of power at Harry and the half-devil screamed in pain as each feather left his wings and turned towards him, piercing him with millions of daggers. Immediately, he waved his hand causing most of the feathers to return to normal, but not all of them.

"You shouldn't have had to resort to half transforming just to beat me. You've lost some of your touch."

Harry nodded in defeat and closed his eyes. What was left of his wings shattered like millions of pieces of glass.

"However, you fought quite well. Today's training session is over. Well done."

Harry brushed his hair out of his face, and then glanced over at his friends and everyone else. They were watching him with a mixture of awe, fear, and indifference; Snape of course. Harry had forgotten about them while he had been fighting Dessmona, but now, he felt exposed. A display of his power, no matter how small, wasn't the wisest thing to do.

Don't worry about those mindless creatures. You are better than them.

'No one is better than anyone else, Avenairu, including you.'

Harry turned away and made his way over to the door. The silence followed him all the way to the staircase and up to his room as he prepared for a well-need rest.

………

Harry walked wearily into his bedroom and pulled off his sweaty clothes, tossing them unceremoniously into a pile in the corner of his room. Draco would most likely complain about the mess later on, the boy was a neat freak, but at that moment he didn't care. He was still pissed off at Ron who had gotten jealous of him again and about the fact that everyone had another reason to be afraid of him and to set him apart from everyone else.

The exhausted boy had to admit that it had felt good to duel Dessmona even though it had ended in a tie. Avenairu had flared inside of him with anger that Dessmona had tied with him. "'A tie was just as bad as a defeat,'" the devil side of his soul countered his happy mood. Harry ignored Avenairu and reveled at the fact that his body hadn't lost too much of the training that he had undergone in Hell.

Harry just sat down on his bed ad tried to get to sleep. He shoved the heavy books off of the bed and winced slightly as they crashed to the floor. "Snape will probably kill me for throwing his book around, but I'm exhausted."

Slumping back onto the bed Harry yawned widely and stretched out his body over the cool sheets. Soon after falling into a peaceful and much needed sleep Harry unfortunately fell into a restless sleep that turned into a vision of Voldemort.

………

"What news do you have, Bellatrix?"

The woman bowed down in front of the Dark Lord and kissed his robes before raising her head slightly letting her hair cover her eyes.

"The spies that surround the Black Estate felt some odd magic signatures coming from the interior of the building. One of them was recognized as the Potter-boy's but the other one could not be distinguished amongst our ranks. Whosever the magic belonged to it was very powerful. No matter how hard we tried to figure out who was the holder of the magic, they had themselves sealed off very well. I doubt that even Dumbledore himself can do such a thing.

Voldemort hissed in anger. "Severus has been ordered by Dumbledore to stay in close proximity with Potter ad his friends during the summer. Even though he was moved from the Dursley's house in which most of his protection lies and he would be the most vulnerable, Dumbledore did not move him to Hogwarts. Interesting…"

Bellatrix raised her eyes to meet those of her master's. "We do not know why the old fool chose to hide Potter somewhere that he could be located. They think that we don't know about them using the Black Manor for some kind of meeting place, but we are smarter than them, my lord.

"Crucio!"

Immediately, Bellatrix began to scream and writher about on the cold stone floor, her body convulsing terribly. Her cries of absolute agony echoed off the stone walls and Voldemort's grotesque face was twisted into an even more repulsive smirk of satisfaction.

"You foolish whore, Dumbledore may act like a foolish old man outwardly, but he, I regretfully admit that he is extremely crafty. He is the only wizard that is equally matched to me after all…"

Bellatrix still convulsed on the floor, and Voldemort glanced down at her as if he had forgotten about he screams of pain and that held her under an Unforgivable. He waved his wand once and the woman's terrible cried stopped. Bellatrix coughed up blood and mucus all over her robes and onto the floor.

"You are glad that I didn't do something else to you, bitch. Now remember to hold your tongue and rid me of your unwanted presence. Your information was not in the very least helpful."

Bellatrix still lay crumpled on the ground, her chest heaving and still occasionally coughing up blood and phlegm. Slowly she began to rise from the floor holding onto the her stomach and pushing herself up with great difficulty. She bit down on her lip breaking the chapped flesh as she struggled not to scream.

………

Harry woke up gasping, his eyes wild and unseeing. He tried to wrench himself out of the vision, but he was being held down by two sets of hands. He yelled in protest and with all of his strength threw whoever was holding him down across the room.

"Arrgghh, Potter!" Draco yelled as he was slammed against the wall. He slowly rose from the floor holding the back of his head and continued to watch Harry as he thrashed against Remus and then Ron as the two of them tried to stop him from hurting himself because of his vision.

Snape soon stalked into the room holding two vials of an unknown potion and her called out to Remus and Ron over Harry's cries of pain, "Try to wake him up or restrain him! This potion will help the visions."

Harry's eyes suddenly flew open again and they were opaque and their soft green hues were mixed with an angry red. His eyes rolled back into his head and he suddenly stopped struggling against Remus and Ron who relaxed a bit out of fatigue.

Dessmona rushed over to Harry's bedside moving Hermione out of the way who was holding a basin and a towel, just in case the half-devil became ill. She pressed her hands against his temples and began whispering in hushed tones. It appeared as if she were trying to calm Harry down, but waves of purple light were flowing out of her hands in the young wizard's body.

Everyone watched as Harry's body slowly relaxed and his face lost it's pained look. His aura mixed with Dessmona's healing magic and his body glowed brightly.

"What is that light surrounding him?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Harry's body will naturally begin to heal itself after an attack like this. I'm assuming that he had a vision of some sort involving Voldemort." Everyone in the room shuddered at the sound of the Dark Lord's name. I just had to make him relax enough so he could open his magic reserves to start the healing process. Doing so is very dangerous so I can't do it often."

"Potter has enough magic to automatically heal himself if the need arises and yet he cannot protect his mind from the Dark Lord's grasp?" Snape regarded Dessmona with a sneer as she gently brushed some of Harry's bangs out of his face. The angel's jaw tightened slightly as she turned to Hermione to take the cloth out of the girl's hands to wipe off the boy's damp forehead.

"I already explained this to you; Harry's magic is very unstable right now. His mental defenses are even weaker than what they were when the two of you first began his Occlumency training. I don't think that your immature childhood grudge against Harry has any room here, or anyplace for that matter.

Everyone turned wide eyes from Dessmona to Snape who despite his efforts to hide his emotions was obviously shocked. Rarely anyone had the nerve to challenge him in this manner. He had to be honest to himself and say that he was stunned.

The older wizard said nothing to the angel who was still preoccupying herself by gently wiping Harry's face clean of the perspiration that lingered there. Her familiar Saengen, however, had turned towards him and was giving a reproachful look. The normally turquoise eyes were a bright red and the serpent had its lethal fangs bared to the Potions Master in warning that the man did not expect to see.

Snape still gave Dessmona a steady glare as the angel turned around to face him, her eyes shining brightly with power and anger.

"Harry has had enough hardships in his life without you adding your grudges against him that he doesn't even deserve. As an adult you should be more mature. In many ways Harry is more than you will ever be."

Snape openly blanched at that comment and stepped closer to the angel opening his mouth to protest when he gasped and clutched his arm. The room, which had been buzzing slightly at what had just transpired between him and Dessmona instantly quieted as the former Death Eater was summoned.

Without another glance around the room, Snape strode out of the room and moved towards his room to prepare himself for the meeting with the Dark Lord. Judging by the intensity of the burn, he was not in any immediate danger, but Voldemort could be deceiving him just as he had done many times before.

Dessmona watched silently as the Potions master left the room and glanced over towards everyone else. Hermione was giving Dessmona a look mixed with reproach and pride, Draco was giving her a slightly awed look and Ron was looking as if Christmas had come early, despite himself.

"Harry will be fine after he gets some sleep. You don't need to concern yourselves about him until he wakes up later on."

Dessmona turned around and gave everyone a stern look and they filtered out of the room reluctantly, of course. The angel continued the gently wipe the boy's face and brush his hair away from his closed eyes.

"What did you see this time? How will it affect you and everyone you care for?

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Hey everyone. Sorry about the late update. I've been busy with school… What a bore. I hope that you liked this chapter. Harry will slowly regain his memories. As was mentioned at the first part of the chapter, some things will come back to him by seeing them or hearing them. Those turquoise eyes won't be mentioned until the Interlude, which will pop up after Chapter Seven.

It's still going to take some time for Harry and Severus' relationship to develop. They will come to a truce/friendship in a few chapters. Hopefully that will settle your desire for them to get together for a while. I like it when other stories have them build up their relationship slowly and I have gotten some complements.

With Nov 11th and 14th being "No School" Days for me and having the weekend to work on this story I'll have some time to work on Chapter Six. Thanksgiving is coming up too.

Ron is incredibly immature and I think that he would be very jealous and afraid of Harry's powers. He'll gradually mature, but I have some plans in store for him, heh, heh…

ATTENTION GINNY LOVERS: I don't like Ginny. I have never liked her ever since the second book and my feelings of dislike have only increased due to the fact that she and Harry went out in the 6th book. I don't like her at all, and I'm not including her in this story. She doesn't fit in with my plot at all.

I'll see you in Chapter Six.

Korogi-chan/Shoushi-Ame

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