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?
Post: SS/PS CoS PoA GoF OotP
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I'm just another obsessed, slashy, fan-girl.
Pairings:
HP/SS, HG/RW, RL/SB(mentioned), DM/OC HP/OC (One-sided)
Warnings:
Abuse, Violence, Swearing, Slash, AU, Bloody Gory Details, unedited grammar errors...
That's pretty much it! Enjoy my first Harry Potter Fanfic!
Notes (1):
Let me warn you before you decide to flame me about spelling and grammar errors. I just got my computer back and I need to reinstall Microsoft Word so for now I'm using WordPad, which sucks! So please don't flame me about spelling and all of that! I'm going to eventually fix all of the chapters and repost them and more soon so please bear with it for a bit. Thanks.
Any other flames are welcome.
Notes (2):
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 it messes up my storyline completely. Now this story is offically 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!
I would like at least 8-11 reviews a chapter so please REVIEW!
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Devil's Snare
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Interlude: Adrian
When a ebony owl with blue tipped wings flew into the manor during breakfast with a dark metallic box and a think envelope and landed on the breakfast table in front of Harry, the half-devil held out his hands in astonishment. The owl hooted softly as it landed next to Harry's plate of unfinished eggs and bacon, dropping the package into his hands. Harry reached out and stroked the owl's glossy feathers, feeling as if the owl was familiar. Everyone looked on with interest and slight apprehension. Hermione frowned at the package and leaned over to Dess, whispering,
"Should Harry touch that package? It could be dangerous."
Dess shook her head, waves of silver shimmering brightly in the morning light. "No, I know the sender of the owl. It's safe."
Just as Hermione was going to ask more questions, Harry was opening the letter. Out fell a piece of parchment and a couple of photos. Harry reached for them just before they hit the table, honing in on his Quidditch and training skills. He flipped over the pictures and saw that they were Wizarding photos. Both of them had the same person in them and as Harry looked closer he saw something that amazed him.
A pair of beautiful turquoise eyes gazed up at him from one photo in particular. A young boy stood there, leaning casually against a doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, wand in one hand. He had light brown hair with silver blonde highlights and a gentle tan. A bright smile took up his face and he waved every few seconds.
Those eyes are so familiar, Harry thought as he continued to study the picture. He looked at the other one and a woman who was bit less than being middle-aged stood there with the same hair as the boy with light brown eyes with green flecks in them. Both of them were smiled and waving up at Harry, who smiled back.
'That must be his mother, but—'
Harry broke off as he shifted through his memories. Dess had told him that one of the setbacks from having his memories hidden was that in some cases the people from his memories had to be in his presence or contact him in some way before he remembered them completely.
'This must be one of those cases,' he thought bitterly.
Dear Harry,
Hello. I know that by the time you read this, your memories might still be locked. Ask Dessmona to at least let you have access to a few of them (mostly of me). If they still are then here are a few facts about me:
My name is Adrian de Ravin Sinclaire and I am thirteen. If you're wondering about the last name, I take my mum's maiden name (de Ravin) and put her husband's name (Sinclaire) on the end. I'm home schooled due to the fact that my "devil's side" can be unexpected and damaging when the power gets loose. I live alone with my mum (Dad was murdered by some rogue devils). I like boysenberry pie and fish and crisps even if the latter is a Muggle dish.
Those are just some basic and silly things. I hope that Dess unlocks the memories. I want to come by and give you some things. If she does then you will know about me. If you try hard enough maybe you can break the hold on you!
Note: The things I'm writing next are confidential. Mum showed me how to put a charm on it so no one can read it except you.
I know why your Satar Dyo Ocylem isn't working—
At the mentioning of Harry's only known weapon he bit his lip to prevent a soft gasp.
'He knows? But how? Even Dess is trying to blame it on me saying that my magic isn't strong enough…
—Your magic is too powerful for it now. You've gotten a lot stronger and the sword can't handle the strain. I have another hilt that will transfer your power to it and be used as a weapon. I had to meet with Verajie and while I was there I went to one of the weapon storage chambers. You have your own room, did you know that? I snuck in (the crest on my hand from my apprenticeship has your magic signature so it was strong enough to recognize it as you and let me in) and took out a hilt. It's an upgrade of your sword and it's very powerful. I hope that you won't be angry knowing that I went into your things, but it was for the best.
I have it enclosed in your package. Only you can open it and it's voice activated. Just say the password "Emerald Flame" and you can open it.
It's best if you don't let anyone know, especially Dess. I really can't understand why she has you under wraps. I would hate it if I were you and I bet that aren't happy either.
I'll see you later on. Mum says hello as well.
Adrian de Ravin Sinclaire
Harry glanced at the box and grabbed onto it. He gazed at the smooth shiny metal and slipped it away inside of his jacket. Hermione watched him and motioned to it with her fork.
"Are you going to open it Harry?"
The half-devil nodded absently. "Later on. I have some other things that I want to do."
The girl was persistent. "Like what? You are done with your holiday work or nearly and you trained the other day." Her expression became concerned. "Was something bad in that letter?"
"No Hermione, it's fine."
After that awkward moment, Ron and Draco came downstairs; Draco first. Draco sat down with his usual flair and whipped out the napkin and settled it into his lap. Hermione pressed her own napkin to her lips to stifle laughter and Harry schooled his face, but his eyes were full of laughter. Dessmona watched with a raised eyebrow and when Ron got to the table he just slumped down into his seat away from everyone else. Her rolled his eyes at Draco and the boy looked around at everyone as if they were addled.
"What?" He then proceeded to eat his breakfast very stiffly as if it might jump of the utensils and stain his outfit. It was quite amusing and even Dessmona had to smiled. Her familiar Saengen hissed and Harry heard the laugher-tinged hiss and let his face crack into laughter.
"Did I miss something?"
"No, Draco nothing."
Everyone finished his or her breakfast and went on to do their own things. Harry immediately tried to steal away to his room, but Dessmona suddenly appeared in front of him as he ran up the stairs. Harry almost tumbled back down the stairs in surprise but clutched the banister.
"Harry, I know who that is from. Why were you so reluctant to show any of us what it is? I can understand you not wanted Hermione to know, but me?"
The angel gazed into his eyes. With her being a few stairs above him they were basically the same height. Harry had to narrow his eyes because of the glare from the sunlight hitting her silver hair.
"It's important and I want to see what it is alone. That also reminds me; could you unlock more of my memories? I'm really getting sick of being left in the dark. The more you keep from me the more you hurt me. You're supposed to be my guardian. Are you not supposed to protect me?"
Dessmona just looked at him intently as if trying to see through him. She moved and gestured up towards the hallway to his room.
Lets go to your room so you can rest after I unlock more of your memories. You can't have everything rush back at once. It can be too stressful, you know. If I were trying to hurt you, you would know that by now."
Harry just nodded in thanks and led the way to his room. When they arrived Dessmona pressed her fingers to Harry's forehead like she did the first day she came to Grimmauld Place. Harry fortunately was sitting down on his bed and he could lay back after receiving the memories. His head was spinning and Dessmona sat down next to him and gently brushed his hair out of his forehead. Harry's eyes were flickering between crimson and emerald.
"You'll be a bit tired. I stay here until right before you wake up. You'll be able to access your memories then, all right."
"Mmmhmmm," Harry mumbled and fell asleep promptly.
Harry woke up and gazed around the room and shifted slightly on the bed to stretch out his back. There were too many memories floating around his head and they were making him dizzy. He could see glimpses of Adrian and his mother. Finally he knew more about the mysterious boy in the pictures.
Adrian was the product of a higher-classed devil that had raped his mother during a raid. Raelyn Sinclaire was part of a group of wizards that had gotten information about the Devil and his plans to assist Voldemort. They had gotten too much information and wone night there was a raid. Her husband was made to watch as his wife was raped and then he was killed. That had scarred the young Raelyn for life but she still stayed in the organization. She had considered using an abortion potion to get rid of Adrian but as time went along she decided to keep the young child. He had turned out to be the pride and joy of he life even though she had him at the young age of twenty-one. Alone she raised him and then at the age of eleven, he received training from Harry.
Those were foggy memories but Harry knew the gist of his relationship to the boy. They were close and Adrian looked up to his intensely. He didn't care for Dessmona; the angel had been oddly cool towards the boy. She really didn't trust him and he didn't she.
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A small boy was perched on in the sitting room staring out the large picture window waiting impatiently for his master to finally come and give him a lesson. He had gotten a letter only a few days earlier (or to be more precise, his mother did) that he would start his Devil's training in a few days. That had led to many questions that he had asked his mother about the true nature of his Devil's heritage.
His mother had been raped in a raid that some devils had made nearly twelve years ago. She and his father had been a part of a group that was actually studying devils and their activities in the Wizarding World. Voldemort had been in power only a few years before and even after Harry Potter obliterated him they still studied how Satan could work with Voldemort to further destroy the Wizarding world.
They had been studying about some of the ideas that had come up and then there had been a raid. He was murdered and she raped. Then Adrian was born.
His mother looked out from the kitchen turning away from the stove, which had a spoon stirring the soup that was in a pot. The rich aroma flowed out into the sitting room and Adrian turned around with a smiled on his face.
"Mum, are you making stew? I hope that there aren't any carrots or celery in it. Nobody likes those at all!"
His mother shook her head. "'Dri, not everyone hates vegetables like you, love. They are good for you."
Adrian smiled wider at his mother and cocked his head like a little puppy. "Mum, you're not supposed to tell children that something is good for them; that will make them not want to eat it even more!"
She smiled warmly at her son and had to let out a small laugh. Adrian was a very intellectual child. He learned spells quite easily and they had more power than normal for a young wizard his age. It was due to his devil's side.
When the letter had come in Mrs. Sinclaire had been very surprised. She knew about devils that only plundered and killed their offspring. The fact that Adrian would be chosen to have a master that would show him how to enhance his power was good but then bad. They could somehow manipulate his mind and make him evil.
She opened up the door and gazed up at the hooded face of the figure standing in the doorway. Her grip tightened on the door and she steeled herself to keep herself in check. If she lashed out at Adrian's instructor it might mean harm to her son.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Sinclaire. You are…"
The figure reached out with one lightly tanned hand and waved in towards the inside of the house.
"It would be better if I revealed who I am inside."
She stepped aside and shuddered at the magic that he radiated as he walked by. Whoever he was Adrian's master would be very strong, but she couldn't help but be confused. His voice was quite young.
That hand came out and pulled the cloak from his head. She gasped at the radiance of those emerald eyes. Raelyn stared in disbelief
It was Harry Potter.
Only he was so much different. The telltale vivid eyes shone through and the scar adorned his forehead, but those eyes held wisdom beyond their years and sadness that no one should have to feel. His ebony hair fell to his waist and was pulled back from his face in a loose braid that allowed stray strands to fall into his face. He was much taller and mature looking. Without the cloak you could see the muscles under the shirt he wore.
"You are Harry Potter, am I correct?"
"Yes ."
"Is this a joke? You can't possibly be a devil!"
"I am. I've heard of you by the way. That you work for a society that tries to uncover the connections between Voldemort and Lucifer. They raided your meeting place once and that is how Adrian my future apprentice came to be."
Raelyn stared at him with wide eyes and turned when she heard the shy steps of her son as he approached them. Adrian's turquoise eyes peered up at his soon to be Master and they seemed to glow from within.
"Are you my Master?" He asked in a timid but somehow strong voice.
Harry smiled at the boy and knelt down to his level (not quite, he was very tall).
"Yes."
They continued to gaze into each other's eyes and a connection seemed to be forged. Raelyn just watched them transfixed. She knew that in the Master- Apprentice relationship the first eye contact initiated would create a bond between instructor and instructee. She just watched them.
Harry closed his eyes and the connection was broken. Adrian swayed on his feet a bit and then Harry reached out and caught the boy before he hit the ground. He rose to his full height and asked Raelyn where the boy's room was.
It's upstairs," she murmured softly. "Will he be alright?"
Harry smiled at her over his shoulder. "He'll be fine, just needs a bit of rest that's all."
Raelyn followed the Boy who lived upstairs and showed him where her son's room was. The devil wandlessly moved the think blanket aside and placed the slumbering boy onto the soft sheets. He watched him for a few minutes and then covered him up again with the blanket.
Raelyn crossed her arms and then remembered all of the questions that she had to ask the young man standing before him.
"How can you be a devil but be the Savior of the Wizarding World. Your mother was a half-blood and your father was a pure-blood. There is no way that you could be a full devil unless you have sold your soul to Satan."
"This is none of my doing. My life was gambled over between a devil and an angel and all of this is a plan to see whether or not a fail of gain great power. The only reason that I was chosen was to be Hell Master was because Lucifer wanted to try a different way to have a "Right Hand" like God's. The others failed but so far I have not.
"I've been chosen to instruct your son Adrian. He was the son of a famous devil and he had inherited some powers that Lucifer would like to have at his disposal. Also He shows signs of having his own powers."
Raelyn looked thoughtful as she mulled over Harry's words. Her son was quite powerful when provoked. It became dangerous at certain points as well. That was why she decided to home school Adrian. If his powers were found out he might be taken away. The government was too unstable anyway. Fudge would have him locked away forever.
"All right, but Adrian is my son not some rogue devil's. I love him and he is my son." She paused. "Also what did you mean by 'He was the son'?"
"The devil that sired Adrian was killed." He left it at that.
The memories shifted a bit to when the boy woke up. He turned and gazed silently at Harry who had his back to him and was watching silently out the window
The memories shifted to what must have been a year later. Adrian was holding up a sword a doing some exercises with it. He was struggling under the weight but was moving it efficiently.
Harry walked around and smiled at the boy's efforts.
"You're doing a good job, it is quite heavy but that is the only sword that I could find that wasn't as heavy."
Adrian looked up with wide eyes. "Do you mean that your sword is even heavier?"
"Yes."
Adrian had gained a good amount of muscles for a boy his age and through his training knew a lot about devil customs and magic, but their weapons were insanely heavy. It was pointless in his opinion.
Harry held out his heavy sword that was incrusted with gold and jewels. It brimmed with its own power. Adrian touched it cautiously and his fingers tingled as he felt the magic run through them. He tried to pick it up but when Harry let most of the weight rest on his hands the boy gasped as he struggled to even hold onto it. The combination of magic and weight made it even heavier.
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Harry pulled out of his memories. He glanced back at the letter sitting on the night and gazed at silent box that sat on the nightstand. He felt warm feeling rush through him at the thought of his young apprentice Adrian. It had been a while since he had seen him or contacted him at all. Harry hated being left in the dark.
He had even received letters from the boy during the summer. Dessmona had blocked those memories as well, but now he remembered more letters coming to him than just the customary from Ron and Hermione. They were always from that beautiful owl and on an odd colored piece of parchment; dusky blue or pure white instead of the standard golden paper. He smiled to himself as he remembered the little drawing that Adrian always put on the edge of the parchment; a tiny lightning bolt.
'Always thinking of me.'
Adrian was unfortunate to never have a father in his life. That was all Lucifer's fault. Everything was, but then if the devil's had never raided Raelyn's compound due to their extensive research, Adrian would have never met Harry or existed for that matter.
"The goods even out the bads," Harry murmured rolling up the parchment and tying it with the small rope it had come with. He finally reached over to the steel box that the package was in. He glanced over his shoulder and made sure that his door was shut and put a charm over it to make sure no one could get in.
"Emerald Flame."
The box opened and a glowing hilt gleamed in the soon to be afternoon light. The hilt was adorned with many different designs and a glowing jewel was at the center. It was a wicked looking blade all in itself and could be a weapon all on it's own.
"It guess that this was stored away for a reason," he murmured to himself. He picked it up and held it in his hands. It attuned to his magic and Harry reached inside of himself and thrust the magic into the sword. The blade ended up being a product of his own magic, just like the old one. Only the magic burst outwards and a spiral of power.
You put too much force behind it; be gentle.
Harry was startled by the voice in the back of his mind.
Avenairu, I wasn't expecting you to show up.
Imbecile, I never "show up" because I'm always in your head! Now, stop using the sword before the angel comes in here. She already felt the burst of magic from this room and is coming up here to investigate.
"Damn." Harry swore softly and stopped the flow of magic. It had taxed him a bit anyway. He placed the sword back in the case and set it under his bed. It wouldn't matter anyway; no one else could open it.
"Harry," the angel's voice was muffled behind the door. "What was that? Does it have something to do with the package?"
DON'T TELL HER!
'Okay!'
"No, I'm alright!'
One the other side, Dessmona couldn't be fooled, but she went on her way.
Harry sighed and sat down on his bed and reached for his school bag. He pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill and started writing a letter to his long lost apprentice
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Wow, it's been over a year since I started. I really did think that I would have more done than this and I'm very disappointed with myself.
Happy birthday to me (6/11) I'm SEVENTEEN! BIG SENIOR! YEAH!
ahem
This was supposed to be an Interlude instead of a chapter, but it got too long so I just decided to make it into a chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it and are looking forward to more.
Seems like everyone is cautious around Dessmona…
Next Chapter: There is an Order Meeting and Harry uses his newly discovered (or remembered) Shadow Magic to listen in.
See ya,
Korogi-chan
Word Count: 4,149 (shorter, but hey)