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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Devil's Snare
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Chapter Twelve: Apprentice's Visit
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Harry turned around at the flare of magic and saw to his astonishment, Adrian. The boy smiled and ran over to Harry, jumping up into his arms and squeezing the other boy around the neck. Harry swayed on his feet as the boy clutched to him and squeezed back.
"It's been so long, Harry!" the boy laughed happily, putting more emphasis than necessary on the word so. He pressed his face into Harry's neck and the pressed a kiss there. Harry shivered. That started to remind him about the bond that a Master and Apprentice had together. It seemed to affect Adrian a lot stronger than it did him and that it increased over the time that they were apart.
Dessmona walked into the room and offered a smile to Adrian that didn't quite make it to her eyes.
"Well, Adrian, it's been a while."
Adrian turned his face from Harry's neck and let go of his master giving the angel the same frosty smile that she had given him.
"Yes, it has been quite a while hasn't it?"
The two of them continued to stare at each other. Adrian had grown a few inches and he was only an inch or so shorter than Dessmona. She could no longer look down her nose in distaste at him.
Harry pulled Adrian back against him and the boy physically relaxed. Dessmona's cool violet gaze shifted to him and amethyst clashed with emerald. The waves of magic flowing through both of them towards the other made Adrian move away from Harry and stepped closer to Dessmona.
"Just leave Harry and I alone, Angel." He spoke the last word as if it were the foulest word in existence.
Dessmona flinched in surprise and Harry stared at the golden-haired wizard before him. His eyes had a strange crazed look in them and flashed red.
The angel's face changed from startled to smug and she crossed her arms over her chest and tossed her head in amusement.
"You had best keep your apprentice in line, Harry."
Harry reached out and pulled Adrian back against his chest. The boy still regarded the angel with the same steely look in his eyes and the glowing red. Harry whispered calming sounds into the boy's ear and the look in his eyes went away and he sighed and relaxed in Harry's arms.
"Come on, 'Dri; we can go up to my room okay?"
The smaller boy just nodded and went followed Harry upstairs.
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Adrian walked in Harry's room and stretched out on the bed with a smile and turned his face into a pillow and clutched it to his chest. He pulled his head back from the soft cushion and looked over to the steel box that he given Harry with the hilt of the new sword in it.
'I wondered if he opened it yet?'
"Harry, did you open the package yet?"
Said half-devil turned around and brushed his bangs out of his face and then glanced in the direction of the boy's eyes.
"Yes, I opened it the day you sent it, and don't worry Dess knows nothing about it."
Adrian shifted so he was sitting up straight on the bed with his back against the headboard. He looked around the room and saw the other bed and dresser.
"Do you share this room with someone else?"
"Yeah, Draco Malfoy. He is from my school and we haven't had our truce long enough to become friends but he's a pretty good person once you get to know him a bit better."
Adrian's eyes widened and Harry noticed the other half-devil had slits for pupils instead of circles. Harry had forgotten about that. His memories were still hazy. Occasionally he would dream of the past but most of the time he was still left in the dark.
As Harry sat down on the bed next to Adrian he asked in a soft voice, "Harry, have you thought about accepting Avenairu yet?"
The emerald-eyed wizard turned his head away and Adrian rose up onto his knees on the bed and pressed his chest against Harry's back burying his face into the other half-devil's thick hair.
"You know that you'll eventually have to…"
Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled sadly.
"I know that you're trying to look after my welfare and everything, 'Dri, but don't you know all of the bad things that will happen if I do accept Avenairu? Dessmona will consider me a traitor and then there will be another Holy War. You don't even know if I'll live long enough to accept it anyway. If I disobey Lucifer enough times he will have me destroyed or I might use up all of my remaining life span."
"Don't talk like that! I'll still be with you and Dessmona knows that you have to make your own choice to stay the way you are now or become a full devil. You don't need her. Besides, the lock that she has over your powers is already deteriorating and if you accept Avenairu fully, it will be gone forever."
Harry sighed and turned around pulling Adrian into a hug, and the boy slumped against his chest.
"I'm tired of being used as someone else's tool. Dumbledore thinks of me as a key in winning this war against Voldemort, even though he hates the thought of it. Lucifer thinks of me as a tool against God, Dumbledore thinks of me as a tool against Voldemort. Everyone in the Wizarding World save my friends and sometimes not even them think that I'm some great savior who will vanquish the dark and bring light back to our world."
Harry pulled away and sighed, putting his head into his hands.
"I'm just tired, 'Dri. So tired."
The boy just sighed and moved next to Harry letting his feet dangle from the end of the bed.
"I can't pretend to understand what you go through Harry, but I don't like having to live up to other people's expectations either. The devils expect me to become a tool to them as well. The only reason you are my master is so some of your skills will be passed down to me and I'll just be another servant to Lucifer's plans."
Harry didn't respond other than shifting on the bed and letting his hands fall into his lap while letting out a deep sigh.
'I feel so useless…' Adrian thought as a light sheen of tears covered his turquoise eyes.
"Don't feel that way, 'Dri, you mean a lot to me."
The half-devil smiled at Harry and gasped when Harry reached out to touch the side of his face where a tear was slowly running down the boy's cheek.
Adrian turned a bright red and Harry smiled and caressed his apprentice's cheek by chance when he took his hand away.
The two held each other's gaze until Draco barged into the room slamming the door open looking annoyed with a smirking Saengen right behind him.
"Potter, you're wanted out here by your angel."
Harry and Adrian jumped apart and Harry tumbled off the bed with a loud thud. As he climbed to his feet Saengen's rich laughed filed the room and the Hell-master rolled his eyes in the redhead's direction as he brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"So what were you doing, Sinner? Seems like it's a bit too early in the day to be getting frisky with your apprentice."
Saengen just glared even fiercer and even Draco had to raise an eyebrow in query at Adrian's flustered stare the boy's face caught between embarrassment and amusement at his master falling off the bed.
"Really now, what exactly were you doing?"
Harry just brushed himself off and stalked out the door shoving Saengen and Draco out of the way as he did so.
"So what does she want?"
"To talk you and Adrian of course. She's not really happy about him being here and his disrespectful nature. I find it amusing however…"
Harry walked into the room and found Hermione sitting at the table giving Dessmona uneasy glances. She angel was the picture of anger, her aura was radiating and you could feel it from the second flight of stairs if you paid attention to it. Her eyes were flashing in annoyance and when they landed on Harry and his apprentice, they narrowed even further and glowed eerily.
"You should probably begin discussing what this war is about and what part you play in it Harry. You can't keep to much information from your friends."
Her tone was pleasant but under it was annoyance and something along the lines of hatred aimed towards Adrian. Both master and apprentice sat down and Adrian kept close to Harry while pulling out a list of information that he had collected about the war so far.
As the discussion went on Dessmona abruptly rose from the table and walked over to the kitchen and a loud thump and grumbling was heard. Everyone turned to see Dessmona standing over a flustered Ron who was rubbing a sore spot on his head. He looked annoyed but afraid of Dessmona doing something to him.
"What were you doing standing in a corner listening? Spying perhaps?"
"N-no, I wasn't doing anything," the boy's voice wavered.
"Well why don't you continue your lack of action in another place away from here?"
Ron surprisingly did as he was told and backed away in a hurry and went down another hallway.
Adrian just cleared his throat and went on.
"So far, Voldemort's plans are to work with Lucifer to destroy the rest of the Wizarding World; not just in London but the world. Destroy all Half-borns and "Mudbloods" and only keep the pure bloods. Of course that takes his followers down by a lot.
"Actually my mother's sources actually found some evidence of Voldemort wanting to connect his soul with a devil just like Harry, but Lucifer won't allow him to. Only one devil can do that and that is Harry. There's really no true reason why you're only that can do that but I think that's because of— "
"Adrian, stop."
The boy raised a confused eyebrow at Harry's sharp tone but obeyed his master and shut his mouth and nodded. He had figured out that Harry didn't want his friends to know that he was the Prince of Hell yet…
"Well anyway, Voldemort won't be able to use a devil's power that way."
Hermione had liked Adrian instantly as the boy enjoyed research and was very intelligent. He didn't shy away from hard work when it came to academics. He was bright and full of life and happiness (from what she could see).
"So Saengen, what made you want to become a full devil?"
The witch had no idea what painful memories that would bring up within the devil; things that he wanted to forget. He decided to just tell them anyway.
"My mother was taken advantage of by a devil, but she was a whore, drunk and foolish. My father didn't even care about her sins, but when I was born it was like I was not fit to wipe spunk from their shoes. The ones who were the lowest of low, lived in filth with three other children. When I was old enough to understand their treatment my entire family let me know that I was worthless. My mother would stand by as her husband whipped me and starved me and my siblings beat me as well. They got to go to trade school, which was all my family could afford. I stayed home and was basically a servant. My father had a pub and with what service he had I had to live in the kitchens and do all of the cooking and cleaning. I had to run around taking people's plates and the customers were hardly better than my father. Some drunk human cast Cruciatus at me. It was a weak spell due to his inhabitations, but to a six-year-old child it burned as bad as my father's whip on my back.
"My siblings laughed at me and spit on me. Even though I was treated badly, I still thrived through my devil's half. My magic was a bit out of control and once when my father's associates tried to take advantage of me, I ended up blasting him through a stone wall, and setting another one on fire. My parents, if it was possible, hated me even more.
"My mother actually told her husband to put me into the Thistle Glade. It's not as horrible as the Forbidden Forest, but it has its strong points. A full moon the night they left me there. Twice a werewolf bit me and the pack tore me up as well. Thankfully, a half-devil is impervious to werewolf bites…"
"I stayed in that forest for about a month I learned later. I wanted to be taken from the world that had destroyed me. I suddenly thought, 'What about my devil's side? What if I went to Hell?'
"In a dream a devil came to me and told me that I only had one chance to become a full devil. I followed his orders.
"I came back from the forest and returned home. My family was still living in squalor, and it was actually worse, without me to constantly clean up after their filth. As I slipped deeper into the darkness of hell and my heritage the stronger I became. I hid it until one day
After the telling of Saengen's tale the room was filled with a tension that just wouldn't go away.
"I suppose there's a good side to all of it. I gained my magic and even though some still scorn me no one can ever knock me about or tell me to scrub floors and steal poisons for my father's associates. My rotten "family" will never again scorn this earth. There's enough filth in this world without them taking up the air from the only good creatures in it."
"Don't you think that you are doing a poor job of gaining their trust by saying that you hate humans, Saengen or you enjoy the thought of people fearing you?"
Dessmona was standing in the doorway again and her eyes regarded Saengen with a hateful stare. The devil in question did nothing but brush a stray lock of hair behind one of his pointed ears and give the agitated angel a careless look.
"What they think of me is of there concern in which I have no intentions of changing. I am what I am and that is it. Unlike someone here I did not have the blessing (or curse) of having an angel helping me whenever I needed them. I suffered long and hard to have what I do now."
Harry gave Saengen an odd look. It had sounded as if the other devil was trying to insult him but he had done nothing to make him dislike him; so far anyway.
Dessmona strode into the room her eyes flashing and she looked down disdainfully at her pseudo familiar.
"You need to stop making more of yourself than what you are. You will never be accepted by the devils nor will humans want you. You are in a lose-lose situation."
"Are you trying to say that half-devils are worthless?"
Adrian stood up glaring at Dessmona who regarded him silently. His mother had been raped and it was by no means her fault or his for that matter.
The look on the angel's face said it all and in a rage Adrian rushed her. The movement was so fast that it couldn't be seen by anyone except for Harry and Saengen. When it ended Dessmona had four bloody lines on her face and Adrian was standing behind her, eyes blazing red.
Holding herself back, Dessmona just focused her magic on the wounds and leveled her gaze at Harry who was putting a small bond on his apprentice's magic. Adrian had a stricken look on his face and looked down at his hands which were covered in silver blood.
"I-I didn't–"
"I know," Harry said and he turned blocking the frightened half-devil from Dessmona who was seething in anger. Instead of striking out like Harry anticipated she stalked from the room. But stopped before she exited it completely.
"You might want to keep him in line, Harry. Adrian's strong feelings for you are going to be a weak point in the future… Keep that in mind.
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Hermione followed Dessmona into the hall as the angel stalked towards her the room the two girls shared. Hermione could feel the magic rolling off the girl in waves. She was angry, humiliated, and felt betrayed. Her own charge would rather side with some immature little half-devil borne from a brutal rape than with her, the angel would had travel down to Hell with him and protected him from before he was even born!
Dessmona whipped around hitting Hermione in the face with her long hair. The girl looked at the distraught angel and gathered her courage to confront her.
"I'm not trying to be overly critical, but you did provoke Adrian into fighting you."
"How exactly did I do that Hermione? I was criticizing Harry about the lack of focus he was using to find ways to exploit Verajie and whatever plans he has to overthrow Harry and take his position and the little brat overreacted and had to make a gash on my face. What else did you expect me to do Hermione?"
The bushy-haired witch moved past Dessmona and walked into their room. "Harry told me that you know how protective of him Adrian is. They've close ever since Harry started to give him lessons. Also, Harry said that Adrian has really strong magical bursts when he's provoked."
"If that wretch hasn't learned how to keep in his magical outbursts in check by now, then he will forever be a failure." Dessmona twirled a stray lock of hair around her finger. "Of course, considering that Harry is his Master, it's not that much of a surprise to me."
Hermione sighed.
"You used to give Harry more support when you came here but lately it seems like you are quick to cut him down and criticize everything he does. What's going on?"
"I have no desire to discuss this with you right now. Harry needs to remember that there are others that he affects with his actions; he should have especially learned this at the end of the school year."
Hermione gasped as she realized that Dessmona was referring to the incident in which Sirius had been killed. She really had no right to mention it in such bitter tones. Even though Harry did not think things through that fateful night not all of the blame could be placed on him. Many other factors were in place that day, and Harry was known to lose a sense of rationality when the people he cared for were in danger.
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Harry made his way back up to his room. Dessmona had lashed out and said things that were better not to mention. Adrian had reacted badly of course but without the constant hold on his magic from Harry's contact the boy had less control. Harry picked up the case containing Satar Dyo. The cool metal burned slightly to the touch.
"Master?"
Harry turned around, his hair falling into his eyes.
"'Dri, please, don't call me 'Master'. That is what I may be, but I'm also your friend, and according to Dess You have a slight crush on me."
Adrian blushed and then his eye widened as Harry kneeled in front of him and took his chin into his grip and then moved his hand to stroke his cheek. Adrian unintentionally leaned into the touch but then snapped out of it when he caught sight of the half-devil's eyes which were flecked with red.
Adrian gasped and tried to pull away but Avenairu had a lock on him. His red eyes were intense and Adrian shuddered under the intense gaze. That cocky smirk just escalated into a suggestive smirk. The half-devil advanced onto the frightened boy and Adrian tried to jerk his head out of the other's grip.
"Have I ever told you how attractive you have become? You still have a ways to go, but you show promise…"
Avenairu shook his head and then his eyes cleared back to green. Harry sighed and let Adrian go.
"I'm sorry about that Adrian. I hate the fact that I have so little control over him."
The two of them just sighed softly and Adrian's face still held an embarrassed color to it.
"It should be time for dinner, shouldn't it?
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Harry walked into the room with Adrian not too far behind. The golden-haired boy smiled at Hermione who was already sitting at the table sipping quietly at her pumpkin juice and took a seat next to her. Harry sat down across from the two and then Ron came in as well. He took in the sight before him of the two half-devils and his former girlfriend and frowned going around the table to avoid coming in close contact with them.
Adrian regarded Ron with a piteous look while Harry scowled and Hermione sighed sadly. The redhead just sat down dejectedly at the other end of the table and looked down at the table not looking at anything else.
Dessmona walked in her eyes finding Harry immediately. She gave him a cold stare and then her eyes flashed at Adrian and she paid no attention to Hermione. She sat a seat down from the bushy-hair witch and then gave Mrs. Weasley a smile that didn't reach her eyes as the older woman came into the room.
Mrs. Weasley was levitating a few dishes into the room and was talked in slightly worried tones to Remus.
"Arthur should have been home nearly an hour ago…"
The whooshing sound of someone coming in through the Floo made Mrs. Weasley stand up with a smile on her face and move to the other room.
"Arthur," She began with a genial voice, but she stopped in horror and let out a sharp cry of fear.
"Arthur!"
Immediately everyone rushed into the other room and found Mrs. Weasley collapsed next to the felled form of her husband. His body was battered and bruised; blood staining the floor around him. One of his eyes was swollen shut and a bit of blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Dessmona knelt by the fallen man and began to remove his jacket. She did it magically so she would cause him less discomfort and gently began to assess his wounds.
"What happened!"
Arthur opened his good eye and tried in vain to smile reassuringly at his wife. It came across as a grimace. He groaned when Dessmona pressed a hand against the man's chest trying to see if any of his ribs were broken. There were in fact, unfortunately, three ribs that were broken and ugly bruises betrayed were they were under the skin.
"Don't hurt him! Be gentle!" Mrs. Weasley cried while she cradled his head in her lap. Dessmona just shook off the woman's hands and her eyes were blazing as she lifted her eye to the distraught woman's level.
"We need to get him off of the floor."
Snape transfigured a sturdy Hospital-like bed in the middle of the room and Remus transfigured more comfortable pillows for the man to rest his aching head on. Harry used his magic to slowly lift Mr. Weasley up onto the bed and Adrian picked up the man's bloodstained coat.
"How did this happen Mr. Weasley?"
The man gasped in pain as Dessmona worked some of her healing magic on the gash in his side.
"I was just getting—off from work and then–– there was an alert that the wards had been breached; completely ripped down. Then the intruders started firing off curses. They were too powerful and I could tell somehow that they were not human…"
Harry stood up and turned towards the fireplace.
"After you heal him, we need to go there and help the others. Also, this must be one of the first stages of Lucifer's and Voldemort's attacks. There is no doubt in my mind that devils caused this."
"You speak as if you were not one of them."
"Dessmona! If you don't want to help them, then I have no choice but to go alone!"
The angel pulled back from Mr. Weasley to glare at Harry over her shoulder, but before she could speak Harry cut in.
"I could take away the dark energy surrounding the wounds so you could heal him faster."
That enraged Dessmona even more. 'Does he think I lack the magic to do so myself?'
"No. You will stay here until further notice and not help me with this. You never think before you act and this is not a time to display your stupidity."
Dessmona pushed Harry back with a flare of magic. Everyone watched in horror as the magic struck the boy causing him to freeze in mid-fall mouth open in an expression of pain. His eyes were wide with surprise and a look of betrayal. A light appeared at his chest for a minute before dissipating and a sound not unlike a locked being latched sounded. He tumbled backwards but not without grace.
"Harry!" Adrian yelled, rushing over to his master. He collapsed onto his knees by Harry's prone body.
The distraught boy whipped around his eyes blazing red giving Dessmona a glare that would have seared her. The angel even looked slightly taken aback.
"Stop it Adrian! He will be fine. I only did that to keep him from rushing off until we heal Mr. Weasley and figure why there are devils there."
"What if Harry's right? They could follow Mr. Weasley's magical signature when he floo-ed back here and they could attack us too! You have to admit, with your powers restricted Harry is the most powerful one here!"
Saengen crossed his arms over his chest and fixed the caramel-blond boy with a annoyed glare.
"Am I not acknowledged as anything anymore?" He grumbled. Draco glanced over he shoulder at the other young man and smirked. Saengen raised an eyebrow suggestively in return.
Dessmona placed a hand over Mr. Weasley's chest and slowly began to heal his broken ribs. The process took a while because of all of the negative energy from the other devils.
Mrs. Weasley had gotten a cloth and was gently wiping away all of the blood that was draining out of the wound. Soon the wound was clean and Dessmona was nearly done with her healing process.
The angel smiled and brushed her hair out of her eye and in the process gotten a bit of blood on her forehead.
"I think that he'll be okay for now. It took a lot of energy to remove the dark magic from the wounds. One of the devils must have had some sort of poison on whatever weapon they used on him. It prevented some of the open wounds from getting healed properly.
"We just need to wait a few more hours and then we can—"
A sound that resembled a sonic boom rang throughout the room and then in the next split second, Dessmona was flying across the room and the angel ended her pseudo flight by crashing in the other wall.
"Oh my!" Hermione cried. She pulled out her wand as did the others expecting the attacker to be one of the rogue devils that Adrian and Harry had warned about but to hers and everyone else's surprise, it was Harry who stood there; chest heaving from the burst of energy it had taken him to flash into the room and the power behind the attack.
He stalked over to Dessmona who was rising from the floor, silver blood dripping down from her lips. Harry snatched the angel by her collar and pulled her up from the ground. Dessmona struggled to get out of his grip and then even pulled out a hidden blade and tried to stab him with it, but he brushed it away like it was nothing.
"What were you thinking?"
Harry's voice was thick with anger but at the same time clear and strong. The power from the half-devil's voice rang throughout the room. It made a shiver go down everyone's spine.
Harry Shadow-Shifted out of the room leaving a flare of magic leaving very stunned individuals behind.
Saengen looked over at Dessmona who was wiping her mouth of on her sleeve her eyes filled with murder.
"Looks like this time he had the upper hand." Saengen was secretly glad, Dessmona needed to be reminded sometimes what her place was. She was meant to be a mentor to Harry and teach him that whatever path he chose in this war over his soul, that it was his choice. The angel wanted to make the half-devil he own little puppet. She would soon learn that it would take more to control the boy.
"What are you going to do, angel. Sin–-, Harry, just left and he humililated you in from of all of them.
"The most important thing to do right now is help Mr. Weasley get healed. What that fool does is no fault of mine."
"Humph, it is you who is the fool."
Dessmona ignored him but her body radiated tension and anger.
'He will not get away with this.'
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Really crappy ending to this chapter but I have to get it out.
I have no real excuse for not updating, but I did have severe Writer's Block. I hate it when that happens.
I'm going to start incorporating some potential "Snape Harry" bonding soon, so don't give up on me just yet.
I need to get done with this before August 2007 or else I'm not going to garentee that this will be finished during college…uh…
Don't worry; this will remain a "Snarry" story. As this chapter supplied, Harry and Adrian have a bond that is very close, and basically it's one-sided. I'm not trying to be overly cruel to Adrian, but alas…
So, what do you think of Draco and Saengen? This is a kind of new idea. Their personalities are a lot alike so they just click.
I'll see you all next chappy
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