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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Abuse, Violence, Swearing, Slash, AU, Bloody Gory Details, unedited grammar errors...
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Notes (1):
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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Unfortunately, my beta Hazel Wolf has disappeared. I don't know if it's because I haven't updated or that she just isn't around. I don't know if I want to try to get another beta, but if anyone really enjoys this story and can stand to put up with my haphazard updating schedule, please review or email me if you'd like to beta.
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Devil's Snare
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Chapter Seven: A Lethal Reunion
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Avenairu made his way upstairs with Hermione at his side asking animatedly about "the properties of a devil" and Draco was a few steps behind laughing silently at the odd questions the girl was bombarding the devil with. Avenairu was in a semi-good mood so he calmly answered few questions that wouldn't give away too much.
As the teens walked up the steps Avenairu stopped talking and turned his gaze to the top of the steps. Dessmona stood there; her face was set into a stern frown. It really didn't fit her face, it made her soft features seem hard and unforgiving. Her right hand was clutching the banister and the already pale skin was whiter still. Her eyes were blazing and glowed slightly in power. Her familiar was hissing in anger its eyes were glowing as well. The angel's aura was waving in the air as well around her. Hermione and Draco shivered slightly as the power emitting from Dessmona was painful.
"I thought that you weren't just going to take over when you felt like it Avenairu."
Said devil tossed his head in amusement and stepped up to Dessmona's level. He towered over the angel and sneered down at her.
"That insignificant piece of sod deserved everything that he got. He treats my counterpart so poorly, and takes no one else's feelings into consideration."
"That by no means gives you any reason to harm him the way you did, no matter what he did to Harry."
"When something is wrong with him, that negative energy is transferred to me. What do you want me to do? Ignore it?"
"Better to let it slip by than to cause a confrontation."
Avenairu snorted. "You must have found an alternative way to finding out what really happened. There is no way that pathetic excuse for a mortal would have revealed to you what I did this morning." Two bright red orbs searched the angel's annoyed face. "Unless you broke into his mind and took what you needed."
Dessmona narrowed her eyes. "What I did to him is none of your concern."
Hermione and Draco were just standing by watching the argument with expressions of confusion on their faces. For a few words from both parties. Both powerful entities were glowing slightly with power due to their massive amounts of anger and other emotions.
"Now because of your careless acts, Snape will treat Harry with even more hatred than he normally did. Even though he knows that you cannot be controlled very well, Avenairu, he could twist that around so he could blame Harry. It is a very poor quality to a person, but that man knows how twist situations around to blame others for things they never did!"
"I doubt that he could find it in himself to hate my counterpart more than what he has before."
"You don't know that."
"Harry's well being means more to me than anything."
"Only because he's your vessel."
Avenairu and Dessmona chose to end their argument there. Remus and Mrs. Weasley were standing at the foot of the stairs, looking them with concerned. Dessmona gave Avenairu a final look of reprise and then turned swiftly on her heel and walked down the other hallway, but not without calling over her shoulder in the other language, "Snape wants to have a lesson at three sharp." Avenairu just rolled his eyes and gave a startlingly disarming smile down at everyone.
"Don't worry, there are no problems here. Just a little heated discussion is all."
When everyone kept looking, especially with disbelief, the smile faltered.
"What?"
"You weren't even speaking in English," Hermione said softly, a look of hard concentration was on her face.
"Of course. I rarely use English to talk to Dessmona, especially not with others around to hear what we were talking about."
Draco and Hermione just kept staring at them.
"What she most likely meant was, 'What language were you using?'
"Devil's Tongue. It can't be translated to any other creature except for devils ad the few other being they trust. It's against code.
"Could you at least tell us what you were angry about? I'm sure that isn't against code."
"Maybe not, but our discussion had nothing to do with you. Now, if you excuse me, I'm leaving."
"Wait a minute!"
Avenairu surrendered his hold on Harry's body and then the boy shook his head, raven locks falling into his face, and startled green eyes gazing down at his friends.
"Sorry about Avenairu. He didn't want to let all of his anger out on you."
"Does that mean that you can tell us about him and Dessmona were arguing about?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled and shook his head. "Nope, code of honor."
Draco groaned and then Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and began to pull him to the library lecturing about the rest of his summer work that he needed to finish and Snape's Occlumency outlines that were due. Draco shrugged to Remus and Mrs. Weasley and followed the two upstairs to watch Harry get pummeled by Granger's study lectures.
……….
Ron sat outside sulking quietly to himself. Avenairu was getting on his last nerve. If the devil got in his way again…
He had even gotten his own mother and his girlfriend to side against him. Ron had thought that Hermione's loyalty and his mother's natural motherly care would support him no matter what, but Avenairu had torn that away from him.
In his truest mind, Ron knew that Harry had no control over his other half, but that didn't stop him from blaming the boy for his problems. How could Ron not forgive him?
When Harry had first shown that he could do wandless magic, that had really set Ron off. The fact that he could do so was definite a sign that his magic was too out of control. Only very powerful wizards could do wandless magic. He had never even seen Dumbledore do wandless magic, and he was supposed to be the most powerful wizard in Britain, if not the world!
Another thing that pissed Ron off was that Avenairu had threatened to attack him at least three times. The time early that morning when Harry had blood all down his front was the worst. The devil would have killed him.
'He probably didn't want to get caught killing people.'
Harry's other half would have had no other reason to threaten him if he hadn't of done something bad and was trying to hide it at around 2:00 AM. Ron had almost forgiven Harry for treating him so poorly until he had seen the blood coating the boy's clothes. He had killed someone and didn't want anyone to find out about it.
Ron turned around when he heard hesitant footsteps come onto the porch. He glanced over his shoulder and relaxed when he saw that it was only Hermione. He gave her a smile, but instead of returning it she just moved closer to him and sat down.
"Hermione, what—"
"Ron, I don't want to do this, but if you don't start trying to treat Harry more civilly, I can't be with you."
The redhead stared at the bushy-haired girl in shock.
"What?' Ron murmured incredulously, his blue eyes widening almost comically. "Hermione, how can you side against me to protect him?"
"Harry has been our friend since First Year. You and I have both known him long enough to realize that he hates being the center of attention and that he hates being set apart from others because of his strange abilities. He feels like he's being pressured too much."
"He's EVIL, Hermione! Don't you see that? He could come over to us while we're sleeping and kill us. Dessmona is supposed to be teaching him to control himself but he's not doing a good job of that is he? He's nearly killed me twice now!"
"You made Avenairu angry! He was trying to protect Harry. As long as you don't ever hurt him emotionally or physically, then Avenairu won't have any reason to bother you."
"Yeah right, Hermione. Nothing that evil could protect someone. Harry is have just crossed over to the Dark Arts. No one can just get wandless magic abilities. He must have been holding back. He probably has other powers too that we don't know about and he's just waiting for us to turn our backs on him."
"Ron, what happened to you," the witch asked, taking a better approach than blaming the boy in front of her. "I thought that you understood Harry after all of this time. How can you doubt him? After everything that's he's been through, you know that Harry stays positive and tries to look to the bright side of things!"
"He's probably used that "sadness" as an excuse so we won't notice how he's sunk into the Dark Arts. I'm sick of everyone trying to defend him."
Hermione was close to tears. "Please, Ron. Try to understand…"
Ron threw up his hand in exasperation. "Why am I the one who has to understand? Harry has blinded you to what his true intentions are. Dessmona is in on it too!"
"She's an angel; how can she possibly be tied to evil powers? She's Harry's binding. She is the only thing holding back Harry's true powers. Without her, Harry might have been consumed by Avenairu's magic."
"If Dessmona is so good and pure, how the bloody Hell does she have a snake familiar? You couldn't have looked that over."
For once, Hermione had to stop and think about that. Dessmona was mysterious in herself but the fact that she had a serpent familiar was just too much. Harry trusted her and held her in high regard, but she couldn't think of why she would have the sort of animal to protect her.
Ron folded his arms over his chest smugly. "You don't know do you, Hermione?"
The witch just turned away. "I can't be with you anymore Ron. I thought that by now you would have matured a bit more. If you're going to hurt my friends, new or old (Draco), then I don't want to have anything to do with you."
Ron's eyes widened and he gaped at Hermione as she walked into the house. As she walked away, something began to burn inside of him.
'Yet again Harry has taken something away from me. I'll find someway to get back at him.
……….
Snape walked around his worktable a look of anger on his face.
'That is the second time that devil has taken advantage of me.'
He stalked around the cauldrons that were bubbling slowly and gazed at them with unseeing eyes. The boy would be coming in soon for lessons once more. Even though angering the boy was an amusing pastime, if he wanted to keep his life, then he had best leave the Potter-boy be. His devil's side was ruthless and cruel not unlike the Dark Lord he served, seemingly unconditionally. Almost anything could set him off, and it seemed that he, himself, had a knack for doing it.
Snape stopped at one table to check the list of books that he had let Potter borrow. 'He most likely hasn't read any of them,' the man scoffed to himself.
Between all of the training, visions, and "rescuing" his hated Potions Master, Potter didn't have time to study the books. He had seen Granger drag the boy off once to make him start on his homework. Draco had already finished most of his summer work and well, if he could say for himself. Granger was most likely giving the foolish boy all of the answers; him and Weasley, even Potter and him weren't getting along that well.
That in turn made him think about how immature Weasley was being about Harry becoming a devil. The initial shock was bad enough, but the overall situation wasn't terrible to deal with. Weasley had blown it up into an entirely different situation. The boy mad Potter's other half lash out, almost as badly as he himself did.
Glancing at a clock that resided on the eastern wall, Snape realized that the boy had only four minutes to get into his rooms.
A few moments later, Snape heard steps racing up the stairs and then a thud of something that sounded suspiciously like a book fall to the floor. An annoyed huff and then more steps running to his rooms finally lead to the Potter-boy entering his chambers.
"You're late."
Harry looked into the man's eyes incredulously. He looked down at his own watch then looked at the clock on the wall, emerald eyes full of confusion and annoyance.
"Sir, forgive me, but you instructed for me to be here a three o'clock sharp, and I do believe that is the current time." The last bit of that statement held a bit of cheek.
Snape rolled his eyes. "Be that as it may, you shouldn't be rushing in here at the stated time. You're late for being on time; on time for being early."
Snape turned his back to potter as he heard the boy grumble softly under his breath. He reached out to find a few more books for the boy to look at.
"Tell me Potter, did you even have time to look through those books?"
Harry sighed and gazed at the older wizard's back.
"Yes, I even wrote a few outlines on a couple of chapters. That's all I had time to do…"
Snape let his mind wander back to the earlier musings of seeing Granger drag the boy off to do his homework.
"Granger made you study didn't she? She probably did you notes for you. I saw her drag you off the other day and make you do your homework."
Harry bit his lip to keep from saying something that would get him hexed. She only wanted to make me start my summer homework as well. I had almost forgotten about studying the books; that's why she was bothering me."
Snape took down a few more books and put them down on the table. Harry glanced at the titles and then jumped slightly when Snape turned around sharply and murmured,
"Legimens"
Harry was totally unprepared as his mind was plundered. Memories rushed past him and the overload of emotion was almost too much. Certain memories went by that had too much feeling behind them.
Harry trying to 'Crucio' Bellatrix after Sirius had fallen through the veil.
Ron backed up against the countertop as Harry with blood splashed down his front tried to explain what had happened the night before.
Dessmona walking towards him holding up a sword poised for attack.
Swarms of Dementors surrounding him and Hermione's unconscious body by the lake, him holding up his wand and yelling "Expecto Patronum" the stag shooting out of his wand.
Harry finally managed to shove the man out of his head, but heard a sound of disgust from above. He got off of the floor and rubbed his scar, which was irritated.
"At least this time you managed to push me out, but far too late for my taste." He noticed the boy rubbing his forehead and shook his head slightly.
"Stop fighting me Potter. I'm here to teach you, as horrible as that is for both of us. You need to do as I say. Stop holding yourself above others—"
"At least I got you out of my mind at all!" Harry yelled before he could think rationally. Snape's gaze turned murderous and Harry blanched, moving back a few steps from the older wizard.
"Watch yourself Potter. I don't need anymore lip from you."
Harry stared at the man as he turned his back to him and left that open statement up in the air. If it had been any other day, Snape would have cursed him into oblivion. For once he was glad that he was a half-devil; even Avada Kedrava couldn't do more to him than give him a slight migraine now.
The only reason you weren't "hexed into oblivion" is because Dessmona could have said something and because of what I did last night. Hold your tongue, you bring his wrath upon yourself, my counterpart.
Harry didn't have anymore time to answer Avenairu when he was suddenly seized with a burning pain that rushed through his body. He hissed in pain and clutched to the side table. His pain clouded gaze focused on Snape who hadn't of noticed as his back to the suffering boy.
'Please stop,' Harry willed his head to stop pounding and his body to stop throbbing. He was losing the battle and his grip was loosening on the table.
"Ugh…"
Snape whipped around juts in time to see Harry collapse to the floor. He went to the boy and knelt down.
"Potter, I hope that this isn't an attempt to get out of lessons, because—"
Harry's eyes were glazed over and he reached out slightly in the dark man's direction.
"N-no, I'm not."
Snape's face showed nothing, but his onyx eyes held a trace of concern. Had Harry not have been distracted by so much pain, he would have noticed.
Harry moaned in pain and closed in on himself, wrapping trembling arms around his shaking form. He closed his eyes and willed the nausea to leave him, but closing his eyes made him terribly dizzy.
Snape finally snapped out of his intense gaze on the boy and reached out to pick him up from the floor.
"Can you tell me what's wrong at all?"
Harry moaned softly in pain and focused his eyes on his teacher's.
"I feel like my magic is being drained from my body. It's still there, but not at the same time. I can't explain it rationally."
Snape could hear rapid footsteps rushing to his room. The door opened and Dessmona stood there. As here eyes took in the scene, she rushed to Harry and knelt next to the two wizards.
"When did this start?"
"A few…" Harry tried to say.
"I believe it started a few minutes ago." Snape said matter-a-factly.
The angel looked over Harry's body with concern. Suddenly, Harry's body went rigid. A glow surrounded his body and his eyes went blank. The glow traveled up his body and then turned red.
"Oh no." Dessmona said softly. "I was afraid of this."
"What?" Snape said. "What is going on?"
"Someone is pulling Harry's subconscious into Hell. I suspect that it's Lucifer, as he is the only one who can do this to Harry."
"Is there anything we can do to stop it?"
"No, he will have to pull himself out on his own."
Verajie began attacking Harry and the boy had to move out of the way quickly. He didn't have the sword in his use so he dodged.
"I haven't seen you in a long time, Sinner," a cold voice mockingly said the title in scorn. Another flare of magic went his way so Harry dodged it as fast as he could. The magic followed him so he threw out his hands and caught the ball of energy in his hand and turned it back to it's caster. The magic slammed into Harry's assailant and knocked him into a wall of to his left.
Harry still couldn't see who was attacking him, but he could sense where they were. He held out his hands and began to summon his magic. He began to glow softly and then the air whipped around him showing his power.
'I still can't see who's attacking me, but I can take them out while they're down.'
Suddenly a blast of energy came rushing towards him and struck him in the chest. Harry screamed in pain as the curse rushed through his body and slashed at his skin at the same time.
……….
Harry's body in the real world was suddenly thrown off the couch and landed a few feet away. He got up and began to make a series of rapid fighting moves in the air. It looked as if an outside force was controlling his body. He was suddenly flung against the wall. Hermione had to move out the way as his body was slammed into the wall.
He stood up again and extended his hand in front of him and a light began to form. Harry's eyes burned red.
Dessmona constructed a shield between them and Harry.
"What are you doing?" Draco yelled as he shielded his eyes from Harry's attack.
"When he lets that energy go it could take out the entire house. Do you want to get caught in it?"
"Hell Fire!"
The magic exploded out from his hand and the barrier shook. It nearly gave out, but the serpent familiar began to glow softly and its power was added to the barrier. Hermione was the only on who saw that and her eyes widened.
"Dessmona, what—"
A loud explosion blocked off Hermione's question. Harry's magical outburst filled the shield constructed around him and made it shake violently.
As Dessmona let the shield down after the magic dissipated, she thought with alarm that Harry wasn't armed. If the half-devil used up his energy too fast it could make him vulnerable to attack. Quickly she summoned Satar Dyo Ocylem and transferred it to Harry. It would get there no matter where he was. Hopefully it would get there soon.
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Harry felt a burning pain rip through his body, which nearly forced him to his knees. Avenairu's magic flowed through him, almost as painfully as the shockwave in order to keep him from falling over and being exposed to whomever was trying to attack him. The half-devil bit his lip in an effort to stop him from crying out in agony.A cold laugh rose up from the edges of his mind. Harry lifted his head, straining against the magic holding him down. Slowly opening one eye, he caught a glint of silver and began to fight against his binds.
"So weak, Sinner? I would have thought that your angel would have let you improve a bit. Is she that restricting? How could you let a creature of light hold down a member of the darkness?"
"Verajie," Harry ground out between clenched teeth. "I should have known that you would greet me like thins
Harry stumbled and clutched to his side. There was blood running into his clothes, soaking them with its sticky warmth that turned cold. The sword Sato Dyo Ocylem was flickering and nearly destroyed. There were cracks in the light, as if the blade was crafted from glass instead of raw magic.
Verajie stood above him, a smile on his face, leaning casually on his sword. He picked it up and twirled it around in his hand. Walking around the suffering half-devil, he kicked the boy in the same side that he was nursing.
"Argh, damn you, Verajie!"
A cold pair of golden eyes glared down at him with a smirk.
Harry shifted slightly to rise to his knees.
"How could you drag my soul down here, but leave my body up there? Even for you, that's low. Giving yourself an unfair advantage over your opponent; are you that afraid of me?"
Another kick, but this time to his back.
"What—did I hit a—nerve?"
A strike to the back of the head with the hilt of the sword, causing blood to pour from the wound.
Harry struggled to rise a bit more. He reached for the hilt of the Satar Dyo Ocylem, but Verajie kicked it away.
Their eyes met, a clash of gold and jade. In a flash, the devil jerked the startled wizard up from the floor by his collar. The sputters and soft choking sounds didn't deter him from his rage towards Harry.
"You think that you have any hold over me, you weak, pathetic, little excuse for a Hell Master? If Avenairu, the sensible half of you I add, weren't intelligent enough to follow Lucifer's orders, you would be dead by now. Don't let the fact that you are the longest lasting "Right Hand" of the Devil get to your head. You're an experiment, and trust me; you can fail."
The enraged Hell Master tightened his hold.
"Never mind, I will make sure that you will fail."
He threw Harry back down onto the floor and the boy gasped and clutched for his throat. Verajie was drawing his sword up over his head to bring it back down on the boy's head.
Harry dodged his swipe and Verajie nearly lost his footing. Harry would have taken the time to marvel at the uncharacteristic faux pas of the devil's balance, if it hadn't of been for the devil blocking his path to the hilt of his sword.
No! Transform, NOW!
I can't! How can I if half of our power is located on Earth?
With no response from his counterpart, Harry grasped his sword and tried to activate it. It rejected his power transfer and he threw it away from his body; purposely at Verajie. The devil struck the hilt with his own sword.
"You fool!"
Harry moved away from Verajie and summoned more of his power.
……….
"What's happening?"
Harry's body had frozen in place and was glowing. The breeze going through the room showed his aura's power. Harry's hair was whipping around his body, the silky strands catching the glint of the glow around the boy's body.
Dessmona's eyes widened in surprise and worry when a particular glow caught her eye. Harry's appearance was the same as it was in Hell with Verajie. His clothes were ripped and his body was covered with scratches. His shirt was tore in a certain way that his chest was showing and an odd insignia was burned into his skin.
"What is that?" Draco murmured eyeing Harry's frozen body in concern. The burned mark was glowing; it almost looked like a beacon was glowing from inside of him.
Dessmona cried out as the mark burned darker and Harry's body unfroze and his hand reached towards his chest. She ran past the barrier and grabbed onto his hand and kept him from using up the rest of his magic.
"Dess, what is going on?" Hermione cried, shielding her eyes from the light.
As the angel struggled with Harry's body, she glanced over her shoulder to shout, "Harry's magic is bound by a curse. The longer it takes him to accept Avenairu as his other half the more magic it will drain from him. The drain is slowly killing him."
Remus had gotten into gotten into the room, pulling an anxious Mrs. Weasley and an annoyed Ron behind him. Mrs. Weasley gasped as she took in Harry's battered appearance and tried to get closer to him. Ron stood there with no expression on his face except for something along the lines of "He gets what he deserves."
"What's been happening in here?" The matronly woman cried out in anguish.
Hermione turned and told her about Harry's subconscious being taken into hell by someone who wanted to fight him and get back at him for something. She told her about Harry's power drain and the death that it could bring. Mrs. Weasley looked very upset and cried softly. She considered Harry like another son, and it hurt her to see the boy in so much pain and suffering about something he had no control of.
Ron stood there listening and turned red with anger and jealousy. Once again Harry had taken something away from him. His mother was so concerned about the boy, who had everything he could possibly want. Money, fame, power, even, he thought grudgingly, good looks.
Harry was still fighting Dessmona and trying to reach his most powerful weapon. Dessmona knew that by holding Harry's magic back she was most likely hurting him, but dying would be worse.
"All of this seems to be futile. If that is the boy's only means of attack, then he should be allowed to use it. Besides, you should be finding a way to actually get to wherever Potter is instead of blocking his magic. You're supposed to be his guardian, are you not?"
Draco and Hermione looked at Snape with a bit of surprise. Hermione, because the stoic wizard was defending her friend at all and Draco because his godfather never showed any concern for anyone if he could help it, not to mention that the object of concern was Potter.
"I can't interfere unless I have direct proof that he is in serious danger.
At that moment Harry let out a dreadful screech of pain and the skin on his back and neck was slashed and blood rushed from the wounds to coat his clothes, the floor, and Dessmona.
Snape gave a somewhat smug smirk and raised a thin eyebrow.
"Does that constitute as life-threatening?"
Dessmona gave Snape a hateful look and supported Harry's body as it slumped slightly in her arms.
……….
"Have you had your fill of blood, Verajie?"
The gold eyes regarded him steadily. "No."
He plunged his sword into Harry's chest. No sound came from the boy's lips, but blood ran from the slightly agape mouth. His body had gone numb, from his own magic and from the pain from the other injuries.
Verajie watched as Harry's body fell to the ground. He smiled and pushed the boy's battered form over to his side so he could stare into his face.
"You will never amount to anything. I was sent to test your abilities by Lucifer. So much for our powers being equal; you didn't even get a chance to injure me."
Harry stared up at the devil above him. He struggled to rise and then concentrated as hard as he could on his magic deep inside of him. It was very hard; the numbness in his body was almost too much for him to take.
"I need to find another means for defeating him…'
Dessmona is blocking your magic, Innocent One. My half of it, I'm afraid. You do have other means of attack, just try to remember.
Harry groaned softly and rose from the floor. He trembled and swayed on his feet. He looked straight in Verajie's eyes.
'What power? I have nothing left. I don't have my wand, and even If I did, it wouldn't help me at all. Devils are impervious to magic…
Harry kept searching inside of himself to find his magic and then finally he found a thin stream of it that he could pull up to the surface. The magic was warm and comforting to his fatigued and battered body. He continued to pull on it and it slowly strengthened him and healed his wounds.
Harry finally gathered up enough magic and then closed his eyes gathering it into his hands. He turned his face upwards and let his magic flow through him.
The overwhelming feeling of magic rushing through his body made him feel weak, but he released it then Verajie's screams of pain echoed in the chamber. Harry could feel himself rushing back to reality and to the surface…
……….
Harry snapped back into the world and found himself looking into Dessmona's eyes. The bright violet looked at him in awe. Slowly Harry looked around the room and saw every person in the house look at him with a surprised look on his face.
Parts of Snape's chambers were destroyed possibly from his magical outbursts. His clothes were covered with blood and tattered, but the only thing that Harry felt was a slight amount of lingering pain from the fight and a little cold from his skin's exposure.
"Why are you looking at me so oddly?"
"You were acting you were possessed and were fighting as if your opponent were right here in the room with you. It was like you were having a nightmare and were acting it out! I think that gives us a right to stare a bit!" Draco said annoyed.
"It's not my fault that I got partially pulled into Hell against my will, nearly died, had my magic blocked by a certain angel, and then came back. I couldn't control any of that!"
Draco rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, but Hermione rushed past him and threw her arms around Harry.
"I'm so glad that you are alright! You had us worried!"
Harry swayed under his best friend's assault but put his arms around her. Over her shoulder, Ron was glaring at him. He looked ready to rush over and yank them apart. Harry let his eyes flash warningly at the boy before releasing Hermione.
While Mrs. Weasley, Remus, and the rest of his friends, save Snape and Ron fussed over him, he turned his gaze to Dessmona. She was quietly talking to her familiar and the snake was nodding it's head and hissing softly back. Now that he gotten his memories back of Devil's Tongue, he could hear snippets of their conversation.
"—He's remembering more of his powers—"
"—It will be harder to keep the truth from him—"
"—More of a danger to himself than the rest of them—"
Harry frowned at them and Avenairu stirred inside of him. Feelings over anger and annoyance washed over him and left him in an aggravated state.
They are keeping things from us. If I could, I would help you unlock more memories, but Dessmona holds the key to those powers too.
Harry's eyes remained focused on Dessmona and Saengen.
'If Dess's true intentions are to protect she is not doing a good job of it. Blocking my powers during a fight can be fatal. I nearly died.
She wouldn't let you die, Innocent One. There are rules to this you know.
'I'm sick of rules. I just want to be included in whatever they're planning.'
After a few seconds, Avenairu murmured softly, I don't think that Saengen is all that he appears to be. His powers, and his intelligence are too advanced, even for a familiar. You had best keep a close watch on him. His loyalty lies with that angel, not you.
'There's too much secrecy and hatred going on around here,' the latter part of that statement referring to Ron who was still staring at him with contempt. Harry turned his eyes to Snape and the ex-Death Eater regarded him with an unfathomable gaze. The two just gazed at each other silently.
Harry closed his eyes.
'I'm getting sick and tired to being lied to. I just want answers.'
You're looking in the wrong places for support. There are some around you that you can find on your side at odd times. They may not defend you directly, but they will be there when you least expect them…
Harry finally got his friends to stop fussing over him and moved away from them. He gave Dessmona a sad look and the angel stared at him and Saengen hissed in his direction.
'The longer they hold me down and try to suppress my memories, they don't gain control over me, they lose it.
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Humph, I remember the first time I uploaded this story. 5/30/05. I updated later on 6/1/05. If I could do that now…
One of the reasons why it takes so long to update is that I have a person chapter length quota that I need to fill; at least 5,000 to 6,000 words. That length in enough for decent chapter; I hate short chapters as do most people I know/reviewers.
I hope that you enjoyed the chapter. I got 13 reviews for one chapter. I think that changing the summary of the story helped as well. It draws you in better, in my opinion.
Next Chapter: Interlude: Adrian
NOTE: The above installment of the story is an Interlude instead of a chapter is because Harry has a lot of flashbacks and memories. They don't add nor take away from the story too much. I have about 1/3 of it done already (as of 8/05) so it should be out earlier than most…
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