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...
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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 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 Fourteen: Memories and Secrets
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Adrian raised his head from its resting place in his folded arms. He looked around him with blurry eyes and let his head fall back to rest upon the wall.
'Harry has been asleep for two days. This is the longest he's been asleep, and he didn't even use his powers…'
The young half-devil blinked twice and moved his head so his ear was resting against the closed door sighing softly. It had been about a day since he had begun to sit there by the door, waiting for Harry to wake up. Every moment that he sat there, more anxiety build up in him.
'The look on Harry's face will never leave me. He looked so broken. Even though he has seen violence like that before and worse, if Dessmona didn't hide his memories from him he would be a lot better off.'
As a soft rumbling arose from his stomach and Adrian sighed softly and ignored the slight hunger pangs that had been going on for the past few hours. Even though his presence at the door did nothing to help Harry's condition, he didn't want to leave. He could ignore it, one of the perks of being a half-devil.
Adrian heard footsteps nearing the stairs and shifted slightly, focusing on the sound of the steps. They were light and quiet. Soon a bushy head of brown hair followed the steps. Hermione was coming up the stairs, a soft smile on her face and the smell of dinner wafted up with the plate in her hands.
"Hello, Hermione."
The witch smiled softly and held a plate of food in her hand. She knelt down next to Adrian and set the food in his lap. When a pair of confused turquoise eyes looked at her in query, Hermione's smiled widened slightly, not reaching her tired eyes.
"I thought that you would want some food. You've barely left this spot the past couple of days."
Adrian smiled and picked up the plate, picking up a piece of chicken and chewing it slowly. He smiled slightly at the warm comforting feeling.
"Thanks, Hermione."
The witch's smile reached her eyes and she shifted so she was resting her head against the wall like Adrian had done earlier. The two of them sat there in silence until she turned her head to look closely at Adrian concern on her face.
"Do you think that Harry will wake up soon?"
Adrian put down his fork and glanced over his shoulder to look at the door. He could sense, to a degree, Harry's aura and it seemed troubled to him.
"Even though Harry used up a lot of his strength fighting earlier, he shouldn't be asleep still. I'm worried about him. There has to be another reason that he is still asleep."
The half-devil jerked up in surprise when a warm hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up to meet Hermione's gaze. She squeezed his shoulder warmer and then moved closer to give him a hug. He stiffened in her embrace, a normal reflex that occurred when anyone outside of Harry and his mother touched him.
"I've only known you for a few days but I feel as if we've been close friends, Adrian."
She squeezed a little harder until the boy relaxed in her arms.
"Don't worry, Harry will be okay. From what Dessmona said, he has pulled out of worse."
Hermione slowly got up from her spot and Adrian offered her a soft smile, but looked down afterwards. Hermione just turned away and started to go down the steps until Adrian's soft voice made it's way to her ears.
"If Dessmona just let Harry have his memories back and unlocked his powers instead of trying to keep a leash on him, then Harry would better off. Keeping his powers restrained puts an extra strain on him and Avenairu. While Harry's other side is unstable sometimes, if Dessmona would just Harry handle it on his own, then he would probably be fine right now."
The witch looked closely at Adrian and finally realized how deep the boy's feelings were for her friend. There were tears shining in Adrian's turquoise eyes and he looked so upset. Hermione heard about the bond that a Master and an Apprentice formed but it seemed to go a bit deeper than it should…
"Maybe if you share this with her and point out that her control is hurting Harry, Dessmona might let him have more memories—"
"No," Adrian cut her off. "I'm sorry for cutting you off, but Dessmona will never listen to me. I'm sure if she has considered her influence to be the downfall of Harry, that doesn't mean that she will change what she is doing when it comes to his well-being."
Adrian put his head back down on his knees and moaned softly in frustration.
"Please leave me alone Hermione. I really don't want to be rude to you, but I need to think for awhile."
Hermione wished that Adrian would feel better so she went back to him and picked up the plate of half-eaten food, knowing that the boy wouldn't want to finish it anytime soon. She squeezed his shoulder and then moved towards the stairs, turning around before she began to descend.
"If you need anything, just call."
With no response from the golden-haired boy, Hermione turned away and walked down the stairs, hoping that Harry would wake up soon, to ease the tension in the house and for Adrian's peace of mind.
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Dessmona was sitting quietly in the sitting room thinking about the condition that Harry was in at that moment in time. Even though she knew that Harry had exhausted some of his magic reserves, there was no true reason that he should be asleep for so long.
By being asleep, Harry was causing a lot of problems. He needed to begin training harder and to learn Occlumency. Avenairu was becoming restless and Harry needed to start getting a tighter rein on the devil.
'This is highly unusual. I know it and so does Adrian. Harry has sustained more pain than this is he never stayed unconscious for longer than maybe a day, definitely not this long.'
The angel shifted on her chair and brushed some stray strands of her silver hair that had escaped her braid out of her face. Her violet eyes were creased around the edges out of stress.
'I must admit that Harry was put through a traumatizing situation the other day, but still. He has seen worse…'
Dessmona knew that by locking away his memories that she was hurting him. The violence that Harry had seen was bad and horrible, but it shouldn't have affected him to that degree.
"I'll give you one more day to wake up Harry."
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Harry was shifting around on his bed dreams beginning to plague him. There was so much blood and people that he cared for were being hurt. Little parts from the battle with Verajie and the incident at the Ministry were running through his head along with other memories that he hadn't unlocked yet. It was painful, even though his body was healed and as good as it could be at the moment, but his mind was broken.
A soft light was floating through the room, red and green sparks conflicting with each other signifying Harry's own magic and Avenairu's. When the lights met together, they flared and snapping filled the room. The air was charged with magic.
Even sleeping, Harry was disturbed. He was thrashing back and forth in the bed. There was an incredible heat inside of his body as his magic was trying to find a place inside of him to rest and heal the last of his injuries.
At least his dreams weren't troubled…
Harry found himself standing in the middle of a field; the sky was close to twilight, beautiful orange, red, pink, and purple lights. There was a river stretched out in front of him and the bubbling of the water reached his ears even though he was standing on the top of a hill looking out at the scene before him. The air was clear and cool in the twilight hour.
'This place seems very familiar,' Harry thought while basking in the calm that this setting was giving him. He stood there with his eyes closed just taking in the feeling until he noticed the different aura that surrounded him. It was more powerful than his normal state and a bit wilder somehow.
Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked down at himself and saw for the first time that he was in his armor that only appeared when he transformed. The heavy material covered his entire body and even his cape was attached. His hair was longer and he reached up to the side of his head and felt his ears, which were elongated and were covered with a fine layer of silky fur. Turning his head and glancing over his should also proved his suspicions of being transformed he saw his tail.
"Interesting," Harry murmured aloud. "I'm transformed but Avenairu is dormant within me."
Harry stood there confused but let his musing go when he felt a presence behind him. The magical signature was very familiar and was coming closer. It wasn't threatening at all but a source of calm for Harry. He turned around and gasped at the sight that met him.
A woman was walking towards him. Long midnight hair flowed behind her and was shining with dark blue highlights. Her lithe body was encased in a leather jacket and pants with boots to match. The clothes were the uniform of a higher-ranking she-devil Harry's memory reminding him. Her skin was a beautiful pale alabaster and her face was striking but held a sad quality to it that told a story of someone who had suffered through a great deal in their life. Her electric blue eyes shone with a sort of longing as she made her way to him and her soft pink lips formed into a sad smile as she finally came into his range.
When she made it there the devil stood there in front of Harry. In spite of the fact that she was a female, the devil stood nearly eye-to-eye with Harry. The wind blew around them blowing their long hair into their faces and twisting it around them.
"Do you remember me, Harry?"
Her voice was soft and low. Her eyes blazed at him in a quiet intensity.
"Adalyr…" Harry murmured in a sudden realization.
Memories began to crash into him, memories of the woman standing in front of him.
Adalyr being collapsed on the ground and Harry picking her up and taken her to his haven
Her waking up and the two of them meeting for the first time and healing her injuries
The two of them meeting later on at one of the many assemblies held for higher ranking devils and finally learning each other's names
Dessmona's blatant dislike of Adalyr and cruel matter that she used around the she-devil
Himself, Adrian, and Adalyr laughing together
Adalyr running towards him with Verajie on her heels
The two of them falling backwards together with Verajie's sword through both of their chests
Adalyr laying prostrate on the floor blood pooling on the floor beneath her…
Harry held Adalyr closely to him and when he opened his eyes he had tears pooling in his eyes.
"I remember now…"
Dessmona had held a massive dislike towards Adalyr. Harry ha dnever understood why the angel had such strong negative feelings towards the she-devil, but the tension between the two had been suffocating at times.
'She most likely sees me as a weakness for you,' Adalyr had told Harry one day. 'Your care and love towards your friends is so strong and while that can be helpful at times, others it can not only endanger you but the others around you…'
That was true. Once, in an attempt to save Adrian and Adalyr, Harry had ended up being blasted off of a cliff and blown nearly in half. Only sheer luck and a newly discovered source of power on his behalf had saved him. Dessmona had hated Adalyr even more after that and had treated Adrian even colder than normal.
Harry gasped as he had more memories flow through his head of Adalyr being fatally wounded and even though there had been a chance for Dessmona to save her, she had let the devil perish.
A burning hate began to swirl around inside of Harry and his magic levels rose, in his dream and in his room. Adalyr held him tighter.
"Don't hold a grudge against her, Harry. It would have happened sooner or later. She was right, I was holding you back…"
"NO!" Harry's outburst made the other devil pull back from his tight embrace and look up into his burning eyes that had swirls of red burning in their depts.
"IT wouldn't have happened and it shouldn't have happened. Dessmona let herself be blinded by her jealousy!"
Adalyr didn't say anything but she just moved back to her previous position with her head resting on Harry's shoulder. Harry rested his head against hers and inhaled the scent of her hair letting the comforting sent sooth his frazzled nerves.
"If this is a dream, then how am I experiencing all of this?"
"Technically this is not a dream. You placed my soul in a protected part of one of your Hell Levels and that advantage lets me be able to send visions and contact whoever I choose to. I've already spoken to Adrian.
"The main reason that I've done this is to help you unlock more memories. Dessmona will probably let you have more of them over time, but not soon enough."
Harry nodded against her head and let his eyes gaze outwards towards the sunset. The colors shone in a beautiful array across the sky. It reminded Harry of how much magic it had taken him to create this place. It was hidden, even Lucifer didn't know about it.
Harry was broken out of his reverie by Adalyr pulling away and brushing her hand against his cheek and their eyes met briefly. Jade clashed with Sapphire and they held each other's gaze intently until Adalyr turned a slight red and turned away.
"You will find something that will help you uncover more of your memories when you awaken. Don't let Dessmona know, many of the memories will show you different powers that she doesn't know about anyway."
Adalyr broke away from Harry's hold and looked around with a small smile. It lit up her face with a rare content look that he remembered from the days that she had been alive.
"You will wake up soon after this. I had to find a way to get in contact with your subconscious; you would have woken up much earlier if I could have done it faster…"
She turned away and soon faded into the shadows cast from the cloud passing over the sky. Everything around Harry began to fade into gray color and Harry could feel himself rising back into the world of the living.
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Adrian's head snapped up from its place on his arms. He turned around and moved to the door, pressing his ear against Harry's door. With his sensitive hearing, Adrian could hear Harry begin to stir in the bed.
The door wasn't burning with the magic anymore so the young half-devil could push it open. Adrian slipped into the room and then shut it softly looking towards the bed. The sparks from Harry's magic were still floating around in the air but they weren't as bright and the tension from there was draining away from the air.
Harry opened his eyes and he stared towards Adrian's general area with unseeing eyes until his eyes focused on the boy.
" 'Dri?"
At his name, Adrian moved swiftly towards the bed and sat on the edge, remembering at the last minute that his master could still have a few injuries left.
"Don't worry, I'm healed. Adalyr had to contact my subconscious to leave me a message…"
"Adalyr contacted you? What did she have to say?"
Harry shifted slightly as Adrian moved to lie next to him on the bed and moved so the other boy could rest his head on Harry's shoulder. He knew how tired he was by sitting outside of his door all night.
"She told me that she was going to show me some more of my memories and leave me something that is important to me. I think that she said you had it for me…"
Adrian's eyes lit up and he sat up and reached up around his neck and pulled a necklace chain and pulled it over his head. At the end there was a gem that reminded Harry of the deep blue color of Adalyr's eyes. It was shaped like a teardrop and glowed softly as if it were holding magic inside of it.
Harry turned around and lifted up his slightly tangled mass of hair and pulled it over his other shoulder so his neck was bare. Adrian took the hint and moved closer to place the necklace around his Master's neck. He hooked the clasp in the back and wrapped his arms around Harry from behind, resting his face into Harry's hair.
The two stayed that way for a few moments until Harry shifted and said softly,
"I should probably get cleaned up and go downstairs to talk with Dessmona. I know that she is upset with me."
Adrian sat back on his knees and watched as Harry got up and pulled off his clothes. Adrian moved to lie down on the bed, the exhaustion that he felt was finally catching up with him and he stretched out on the bed. By the time Harry came back to place blankets on his body the half-devil was already asleep.
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"Worried about him?"
Saengen had just entered the room leaning against the doorframe an amused look on his handsome face. He brushed his deep red hair out of his eyes and smirked slightly before waiting for the angel to answer.
"There is no reason for him to be asleep for so long."
The two of them sat there in pensive silence before a sudden though appeared to Dessmona.
'I haven't checked the amount of time that Harry has used in the past year and how that effects his lifespan. Every fifty years that is taken away leads to a slight shift in the energy that is building up on Avenairu's side. When the first fifty was gone, Harry experienced something along the lines of a seizure and collapsed.'
"I think that I might know why he's like this."
At this moment in time Snape and Draco had come downstairs and were passing into the kitchen to find something to drink. Kreacher had been missing for the past two weeks or so rending everyone to do simple tasks the elf normally did (if he didn't loath your existence) themselves.
"You've finally figured it out? It has taken you long enough," Snape drawled. As much as the boy annoyed him, seeing Harry in that broken state had somehow changed his opinion of the young wizard.
Dessmona opened the door magically, ignoring Adrian who called out in query as he was roused from his brief doze. She walked over to the nightstand that held the charm that Harry wore around his neck that showed how much time he had left.
"Do you know why Harry didn't wake up until now?"
Dessmona gave Adrian a look of distain but sighed and said, "It might be because another fifty years have gone by that he has used up of his life force."
The angel inspected the bauble in her hand and after a few seconds she gasped in surprise and anger.
"One hundred and seventy-five years…"
"What did you say?" Adrian gasped in horror.
"Well, that doesn't put a huge dent on his life does it?" Saengen said. "Having a devil as his other half lengthens his life about one thousand years, so it's not that big a deal."
'It is a big deal. He's using up too much magic. It takes a toll magically and on his life force. Just because Harry has all of this extra time doesn't mean that he has to let all of it go away.'
Saengen and Dessmona looked up as Harry opened up the bathroom door steam following him out. His long wet hair fell down his bare back and he started slightly at the company in his room.
"So, I see that you are awake now."
Harry just nodded at Dessmona and ignored the heated looks that Saengen was raking over his partially nude form.
"Yes…"
The angel just regarded him silently.
"It has just come to my attention that you have used up about one hundred and seventy-five years off of your lifespan. Between having your magic released to heal your injuries, the battle with Verajie and past excursions, you're draining your life too fast."
Harry just looked at her with an unreadable expression and moved towards his dresser and pulled out a shirt and a pair of pants.
"I can't help that Dessmona. The only thing I can do now is to stop using up so much time."
Dessmona sighed in exasperation. "If you just accepted Avenairu—"
"No!"
"You can't just use the power whenever you want. You'll waste your life and throw away what we are trying to do here!"
Harry turned blazing eyes towards Dessmona and the angel flinched slightly.
"Adrian, Saengen, leave us, please."
Both devils silently left the room without protest. When the door clicked shut, Harry slowly moved towards the angel and glared down at her."
"I won't accept him. There is too much evil involved and I won't stand for it in any way."
"Harry, if you don't do this—"
"I'm done talking about this right now. Please tell the others that I'm awake." Harry murmured softly interrupting the annoyed angel once again.
"I am not your personal servant, Harry."
"But it seems that I am that way to you."
Harry fixed Dessmona with an empty gaze, his eyes clouded over. For the second time she found herself flinching at the cold stare.
Dessmona stood there turned towards the door while Harry put on his clothes. When she heard the rustling stop, Dessmona turned to reprimand the half-devil, but a rush of magic met her instead of the eerily calm boy.
Harry Shadow Shifted out of the room and Dessmona looked around in confusion, still not being aware of the boy's ability.
"You can't avoid your destiny, Harry"
'No,' ghost of the boy's voice answered. 'But you can change it.'
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