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):
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!
I would like at least 8-11 reviews a chapter so please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have not beta as of now and I'm not trying to entertain the thought of getting one…
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Devil's Snare
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Chapter Thirteen: The Massacre
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Shadow Shifting was just like running through fog in the darkness. A strange light reflected off of the fog that surrounded you but at the same time everything was visible. The entire trip between Grimmauld's Place and the Ministry of Magic took less than five seconds, but every single one of them, Harry enjoyed.
"I've missed this," he murmured as he strode through the magic surrounding him, leading him to his destination. In his bliss he did not notice that he was talking in the ancient language of the Dark Shadows from which his power had been gained. instead of English. The brief power surge needed to travel via shadow put his magical core back into a state of pure energy instead of what Dessmona blocked
The bliss dissipated when Harry arrived at the Ministry of Magic. There was damage all around him. The marble floor was shattered and stood up from the ground as if a great weight had dropped from the sky crushing it. The windows were shattered and as he took in the sight around him, Harry could see blood coating the ruins and bodies lying everywhere.
Harry moved through the wreckage as if through a dream as he saw the source of the attack. There stood Verajie, the devil who had tormented him from the moment he had stepped into Hell that fateful day with Dessmona. He stood there with his sharp nails puncturing the neck of an already dead victim their blood running in a sluggish path down into their shredded clothes and painting the skin that wasn't already covered in blood crimson.
"It seems that you got here a little bit too late, Sinner," Verajie said the title mockingly and slowly angled the limp body in his grasp so the damage was more visible to Harry. Without lifting his eyes, the devil squeezed the throat in his grasp harder, the fragile bones there finally giving way to the pressure and snapping. The bones punctured the bloodied skin and more blood ran to mix with the slowly cooling fluid.
Verajie just smirked and let the body fall to the ground, and Harry saw that the eyes were still open, a light brown forever staring, sightless, at nothing. The body landed crudely on a pile of stones that were no doubt a fallen wall. More bones were broken and each crack made another part of Harry's control snap.
"You see, this is what true power is–"
"What!" Harry ground out, his eyes flashing in anger and rage his aura flaring out and even catching the cocky Hell Master off guard. "Killing innocent people and then mutilating their bodies until they are nearly unrecognizable? You are worthless and a coward if you think that this shows that you have anything resembling power at all!"
It was then that Harry noticed that there were twelve other devils slowly surrounding them. They were only low to mid-rank, so Harry knew that he could handle them. They were only lackeys doing Verajie's dirty work. Knowing Verajie like he did, Harry knew that the devil would stand back and let the others try to get rid of Harry.
One of the devils stepped on the body of a victim the bones crushing under the heavy weight. He was low class his appearance not unlike a demon from a human's twisted fantasy, lacking the human-like features a high-ranking devil had. It was ugly grotesque.
That was it. Harry's control snapped. His magic flared out in his rage, even startling Verajie who turned abruptly.
Harry's magic burst forth and a burning pain ran from his elbow to the start of his wrist. A blade was pulled from both arms as Harry rushed at Verajie and used his weapons to tear at the devil's flesh.
"How could you do this to all of those innocent people?"
Harry slashed Verajie numerous times and then darted away from the devil when tried to retaliate and then disconnect the blades from his arms and threw them at the devil. The devil suffered the loss of one arm and then nearly having his head sliced from his body by another blade before they both flew back to Harry like a boomerang. They reconnected to his arms and then Harry rushed the other devils. Even in his rage he did not kill them, he only rendered them immobile or unconscious. Their bodies fell to the ground and Harry surveyed the damage briefly before moving back to Verajie.
The other devil fought back but Harry's rage overpowered him. This was not at all like the last fight that the two had encountered with Harry being the one who would most likely loose. Harry was relentless and endured much less pain than he was giving out. Finally, the bloody tussle ended with the devil laying one the floor in a puddle of his own blood.
"You said once that you wanted to know why I refuse to fully accept my devil's side and become the true Prince. I don't want the darkness to consume me and turn me into a twisted being such as yourself."
Verajie laughed and by doing so coughed up blood. What should have been red was mixed with black, the same color as the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Hell Master's soul. His silver eyes regarded Harry with an evil gleam something that even unsettled Avenairu who was slowly leaving Harry and letting the wizard come back into control.
"Then you fear yourself and what you might become. That is your greatest weakness and it will destroy you in the end. I will wait in the shadows for that day and with it I will strike you down. You know this and still you waste your life…"
Harry twisted the blade again and he felt through the hilt that more ribs snapped. Verajie laughed into the pain and with the jerk more blood spilled from his bruised lips.
"You contradict yourself, Sinner. As your blade carves itself into my heart, you become more like me. You revel in causing me pain; you think that it somehow justifies the life that I and me followers took away from these fools."
As Harry opened his mouth to protest, Verajie cut him off.
"Do not even try to hide it by saying that Avenairu is fueling this anger and joy in suffering. Deep inside yourself you keep all of the pain that people inflicted on you and one day that will overflow as each human's blood spills upon the floor of this room. In that day you shall lose yourself and become what you were meant to be, a devil."
"I will never become anything remotely like you," Harry whispered.
"You will, Prince."
Harry pulled his blade out of Verajie's body roughly causing blood to fly everywhere, even on his face. His eyes were stricken and Verajie closed his eyes in triumph. He felt the air around him change and when his eyes opened again Harry was gone.
The devil slowly raised himself off of the ground and leaned heavily on his sword to steady himself. He looked around at the devil's bodies strewn out on the floor, all of them close to death, too close, but still hanging on the weak thread of life. In his rage, Harry had nearly killed them but had somehow held back.
'Foolish boy. Miserable wretch.'
Verajie lifted his head to the ceiling where a gaping hole let in the evening light the colors like fire, not unlike the one his actions had caused one to light in Harry's heart.
"When you fall, Sinner, I will be there to triumph over your own weakness…"
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Adrian was the first to sense the change in the air around them, his heartbeat speeding up when he felt the tell-tale magic of Shadow Shifting make itself known. Tears filled his eyes as he whipped around, yelling the first thing that came to mind.
"Harry!"
People began pouring into the room; Remus and Snape were the first and they stopped at least seven feet from the wizard. Hermione and Draco came in along with Saengen who just sighed and crossed his arms over his chest when he saw Harry's eyes. Dessmona was the last to come in and even though she had been hard on Harry for the past few days she could not find even one harsh word to say towards him with the broken look on his face.
"Oh, Harry."
Hermione's breathed words were filled with sorrow at the sight that greeted them all. Harry stood there, his clothes tattered and blood covering what was left. He had bruises along his arms and neck and a long gash over the side of his face. A trail of blood trickled from his nose and mouth and even his ear. His posture was so weak that a slight gush of air could make him fall over.
His injuries were not the worst thing. His eyes burned with sorrow and tears were in them, the telltale shine making them bright. The liquid began to build and then as he spoke one tear began to fall down his cheek.
"Dead, all of them…"
His voice, unlike his body was not broken but hard. The words that spilled from his chapped and swollen lips were like shards of glass not unlike the glass that littered the Ministry. It made everyone in the room recoil, even Snape with his stoic nature could not be uneffected by it.
Snape was the first to speak up.
"What is "all", Potter?"
The words were spoken without their usually venom for which Harry was grateful.
"Thankfully many people were gone that day and there were only fifty people left in the building that I know of. I tried to heal some of them but they were too far gone. Some of the injured had gotten away and were outside, but still they died."
The last word was filled with so much anguish that even Ron who had recently entered the room felt compassion for Harry.
"Was the act by devils, Potter?"
Harry nodded, but kept his eyes focused on the ground. "Verajie was leading them."
Saengen, Dessmona, and Adrian stirred and became focused. Snape nodded in understanding of who the devil was but the others were looking confused.
The distressed half-devil didn't stop to explain. "There were twelve other devils with him low to mid-rank. They were just mindlessly killing, taking pleasure from others pain."
Harry suddenly stopped and lifted his eyes to Dessmona. "Do you see now why I hate Avenairu? He represents everything that I don't want to be. I don't want to be evil and take innocent lives!"
Snape surprisingly made his way to Harry and rested a hand on the boy's shoulder offering support. The gesture was awkward but Harry appreciated it all the same. He smiled inwardly and thought, 'I must look a wreck if Snape is openly trying to comfort me.'
The Potion's Master felt the eyes on his from behind but paid no mind and lightly squeezed the other wizards shoulder.
"Stay on track, Potter."
Emerald eyes shining with tears regarded the other man deeply and Harry felt Avenairu's opinion of the wizard shift once again.
The two stayed that way until Snape removed his hand and Dessmona quietly approached and murmured softly, "What happened to the other devils?"
If possible, Harry sank deeper into despair.
"My magic tore from me and it nearly destroyed all of them."
Dessmona walked towards Harry and put her hand on the side of his face. The boy's eyes shot up and Dessmona just moved her hand down to trail along his neck and then make it's way finally to his chest. Harry jerked slightly at the movement as the contact, no matter how light, burned him.
"I felt the power surge of you magic and I just had to ask…"
The angel let her words trail off and Harry just nodded.
"Perhaps it would help if you shared your memories of the attack with us all. Then they would finally understand what the situation is that we are dealing with."
Harry abruptly shook his head and the wounds on his arms ran freely with blood once more. His eyes were wild and frightened.
"No! They will not understand! They will fear me!"
Dessmona reached out and caught Harry's hands and forced some calming magic into the half-devil through the contact. In his fear, Harry had slipped in Devil's Tongue, and the effect of the occupants of the room was obvious. Saengen's eyes were glowing softly as were Adrian's and the humans were troubled by the odd language. The harsh undertones of the speech would put anyone at ill ease.
"Harry, please, calm down. Releasing the pent up magic through viewing your memories will take away some of the tension and help you heal yourself."
That was partially true. Dessmona could heal the boy's wounds but at the same time the dark magic in them from Verajie and Harry was too much for her to handle without releasing more power.
After a few tense moments Harry calmed down slightly, and nodded.
"Okay, I will show them.
Everyone filled into the living room and sat down where there was space available. Snape and Remus created a large couch for themselves and Saengen made things easier on himself by reverting to his serpent counterpart and placing himself on Dessmona's shoulder. The angel walked to the front of the seating area and erected a large screen that was made completely from magic. It was not unlike a Muggle movie screen and as was to be expected, Hermione was fascinated by it.
"How exactly does it work?"
Adrian saved Dessmona the trouble and answered the inquisitive witch.
"Harry will project his memories onto the screen. It will show everything from different points of view, from Harry's own eyes and also from other points in the room as well. The magic used to make memories is not unlike having multiple cameras in a room. Everything is taken into account."
Harry walked stiffly towards the screen and pressed his hand against the swirling bits of magic there. A light flared at his chest and Harry gasped in pain as the magic was drained. It was also using up a bit of his life time to let go of the memory and that was something that he needed to focus on building up, not the other way around.
Slowly an image began to build up and Harry backed away and nearly collapsed on the couch behind him between Snape and Remus. Remus reached out to steady him but recoiled at the sharp pain he encountered just before touching Harry. He was sending out magic that prevented any physical contact.
"I'm sorry, Remus, I just–– just don't want–"
"It's okay Harry I understand…" the werewolf murmured quietly, his eyes full of compassion and sorrow for the young half-devil.
Everyone watched through the memory as Harry arrived at the horrible scene of the wrecked Ministry of Magic. Hermione gasped at the horrible carnage and even Draco had to cover his mouth and narrow his eyes in disgust. Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Snape couldn't help but feel disgusted at the death he saw there.
Dessmona was more concerned about how much power Harry had used in his rage that had nearly killed the devils and Verajie. As the burst of power ripped out and finally dissipated, Harry was shown in his nearly transformed state. Blood red eyes glowed dangerously and wings so black that they seemed blue spread out from his back. A circle of light was under his feet and it was shaped out like the face of a clock with seconds going by the hands flying to show the life that Harry was slowly being drained of.
With the cry of "Hellfire!" Verajie was blasted back. The power from the spell did not have a positive affect on Harry and when the light stopped gashes appeared on his arm.
"Why does that happen?" Draco asked softly.
"Whenever Harry uses his power that is connected to Avenairu, when it leaves his body the force is so strong that it cuts through his skin. Accepting the devil would stop the wounds from occurring, but…"
Dessmona let another sentence die off. The comment she was about to make was not necessary.
Harry deliberately left out parts of the conversation between him and Verajie.
When the memory clip was over, everyone stayed silent and their gazes were lingering on Harry who had tears brimming in his expressive eyes. He barely had any control over his emotions at that point in time and Avenairu was very close to the surface and with any false move the devil would be brought out of him.
"It's all your fault!"
Harry turned around slowly and the side of his face met Ron's fist. Harry jerked back from the recoil that he should have avoided and blood flew from his mouth.
"You! If you weren't what you are then Dad would have never gotten hurt, none of those people would have died today!"
Dessmona stood up her eyes full of malice.
"This was destined to happen anyway. Lucifer was planning this from at least five years ago to the best of my knowledge. Harry has nothing to do with it! At least him fighting Verajie bought us some time!"
"They still got hurt."
Ron turned to Harry who was up on his feet. Only sheer willpower kept the wounded half-devil from falling over from exhaustion and Avenairu helped with that too.
"What is this; some new twisted hobby that gets everyone around you killed?"
There was a flare of magic and Ron was snatched up by the collar of his robe dangling in the air. Glowing red eyes found his frightened blue and Avenairu was enraged. The frightened boy's eyes looked around and grew even more stricken when no one moved to help him.
Avenairu used his free hand to wrench Ron's face back to him.
"After all you have seen; the grief in his eyes, the pain in his heart, the self-hatred that burns deep inside of him you still deny my counterpart sympathy?"
The enraged devil shifted his gaze over to Dessmona who just stood there her arms crossed over her chest.
"I'm surprised that you're not trying to stop me, Angel. Aren't the actions that I'm committing go against your might and all-powerful God?"
Dessmona ignored the biting comments and shook her head.
"The boy needs to be taught. At this point I don't think that anything else is going to get through to him."
Once again, Avenairu and Dessmona were talking in the ancient language of the Devils. Only Adrian and Saengen could understand them. Saengen had to agree that even though he had known Ron for a short while that he boy was grating on his nerves.
"Typical human behavior, they fear what they do not understand and hate what they envy," the auburn-haired devil sad in English. All eyes turned to him and Ron cried out indignation,
"You think that I'm jealous of him? Of you? You're insane!!!"
Avenairu dropped Ron to the ground. The boy was flustered and embarrassed but not hurt. He turned hateful blue eyes onto the devil towering over him.
"You just have to ruin everything! Dad is hurt because of you! My own mother and girlfriend have turned against me! You invite traitors into your house and they are against me too!"
"You're right about it being his house, and the Innocent One can invite all he would like into here," Avenairu said sharply cutting him off.
"He's right! Harry has been trying to protect us all! He went to the Ministry of Magic to find out what was happening and to stop it. He tried to heal your father, and he's tried to gain back your trust. All of this is overwhelming, but you have no idea! You're putting a pressure on all of us that doesn't need to be there!"
Everyone turned to Adrian for who had, for the most part, been silent around the others until now. Hurting his master was one of the only ways to get under his skin and now Ron was going to see one of the deeper sides of the half-devil's anger.
Adrian's eyes were blazing with anger and sadness. They had an eerie red glow to them but tears were running slowly down his flushed cheeks. The air around him was charged with power and despite his age he struck a bit of fear into the one around him.
Ron stood there, shaking with anger and betrayal. He looked as thought he wanted to punch someone when he finally lifted his head and looked at everyone in the room. Their stares were too much for him and he quickly turned away and ran towards the stairs towards his room. One the way out he slammed his shoulder into Hermione uncaringly and nearly sent the witch to the ground. Saengen moved at a speed unnoticeable to the human eye to catch the girl before she hit the floor.
"Thank you," she murmured softly as she watched Ron run down the hall and then heard him slam his door closed.
"Yes," Saengen murmured back just as quietly as he righted the girl on her feet.
There was no movement in the room until Avenairu relinquished his hold on Harry's body and the boy slumped over in exhaustion, finally giving in to the pain that raced through him. Dessmona knelt by him and placed two fingers onto his temples as she did before to heal him.
"He needs rest and time to heal. Harry went through too many things today and I had forgotten how much death affects him."
"It affects us all negatively, but not so much as others," Snape nodded towards Dessmona as she effortlessly picked up Harry's broken form and made her way to the stairs. Adrian followed close behind her out of concern for his master.
Dessmona had no reply to what the Potions Master said but kept making her way to Harry's room. She paused at the doorway and turned to Draco.
"You might not want to be in Harry's room tonight Draco. His magic will be running wild trying to heal his body and the effects on you or anyone would not be very good."
Draco just nodded stood by the doorway.
Harry was laid out onto his bed and at once a soft light began to form around his still form. Dessmona pressed two fingers against the boy's chest and murmured something to him. A sound not unlike a lock clicking open ran through the room and sparks flew around Harry's body, half were green the others red. An insignia burned just above the place Dessmona touched and the magic began to fill the room with light.
The angel moved from the room just before the light could gain brightness and become blinding. The moment she shut the door a great power exploded inside of the room shaking the foundation of the house and making everything rattle dangerously.
"What was that release of power?" Remus asked softly.
"In order for him to heal, S-Harry must have his magic released. The conflict between him and Avenairu slows the process down so Dessmona had to release it," Saengen explained.
"It will drain his life but there is no other way to heal those wounds," Dessmona murmured softly as she turned and began to descend the stairs.
"He will be all right in a day or so. Until then no one must disturb him."
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Ron was sitting in his room when the wave of magic went through. Some thing fell from his shelves and landed on the bed, thankfully none of them breaking.
"Why can't things just go back to the way they were?"
"They would if you could just get rid of one little hindrance."
Ron turned sharply and saw the mysterious woman who said that she could defeat Harry. She stood there at his window, as always looking at him with an annoyed and impatient look.
"Harry will be destroyed soon, don't worry. You will have your mother and precious girlfriend back."
She stopped at the look on the boy's face.
"That is what you want isn't it?"
"I just don't want anyone to get hurt. You are still holding up your promise, right?"
The woman smirked. "Of course I am."
She flitted out of the window and Ron heard her voice in her mind.
'I only cam to relay that message to you. Next time I come I want information."
Ron shivered and sat down on his bed again his hatred coming up in waves. Even so he couldn't get rid of the empty feeling deep inside of him that was telling him that everything he was doing was wrong.
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Okay, that chapter is out. There is going to be a huge battle soon but don't worry before that there will be some more Snape and Harry interaction.
Sorry about the end of this getting choppy. I need to go back and edit but I wanted to get this out sooner.
Hopefully you'll give me some wonderful reviews
Cheers,
Korogi-chan
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