[I do not own Harry Potter, nor any related words/actions/storylines/characters. All are property of absolutely fantastic J.K. Rowling
I'm so dreadfully sorry it's taken me so long to post, but I've had a lot going on. I promise from the bottom of my black little walnut of a heart, the next chapter will be up very soon. bows for forgiveness
The darkness broke suddenly, and Harry looked around himself in the red sunlight. A desert stretched below him, his wings keeping him up in the hot dry air. The screams of pain were louder here, partnered with growls and roars of demons.
Harry had changed as well. His muggle clothes had disappeared and he was now dressed simply in tight fitting pants, slightly torn, and ending just above his knee. His wings were open wide, hair catching in the hot winds, silver streaks where the previously lighter streaks were. But then Harry wasn't the only thing in the red air. Turning slightly, he saw a form in the distance, growing closer and larger with each down beat of its wings.
"Oh dear." Harry says, smiling as he waits for the demon to arrive.
Erinyac had seen the small form appear in the skylike so many others had. There was something about that section of sky, above the center of the Plains, that so many new victims, all humans. There had been a time when they came frequently, but then that had quickly stopped until a short time ago. The sun never set in the Abyss, so there was no telling time. Not long ago, according to Erinyacs way of telling time, another human had fallen into his clutches. A brave, foolish one, with hair black and skin fairly pale as if the man had never seen enough sunlight. The man had fought bravely, and had endured longer than most had, and indeed, was still fighting, but loosing with every pained scream ripped from his throat. The man was half insane, whispering to himself whenever he was given a moment of reprieve, however short. He always thought of the same thing. Well, person 'Harry.'
The man was beginning to tire him when the new toy had arrived, but unlike any other who appeared in that span of air, this one did not fall, but remained hovering where he appeared. Upon approaching, he recognised the basic body shape, and scowled, wondering what brought a succubus into his domain. But then, there was something strange about this one. A male Succubus?
"What brings you here small demon? Who are you who dares enter my domain?" He growls, hovering near Harry who smiles coldly, the shadow of a plan forming in his mind.
"Harry. As you can see, I am a succubus. And who are you mighty demon?" He asks, bowing in mid air. The demon frowns slightly.
"I am Erinyac, demonlord for the Plains. What brings you here succubus? I will know before I rip you apart." He says. Harry laughs.
"I have come in search of one whom my master has lost and traced to your domain. A human who foolishly tried to escape and came through a portal to the Plains." Harry says, voice deep and rich. Erinyac couldn't help but shiver at that voice. He had grown used to the charm of the succubi, even resistant, but this male was new and excited him.
"Maybe. I have so many human pets, describe the one your master has foolishly lost." Erinyac's eyes narrow and his lip curls back over his teeth when Harry does describe the human.
"Aye succubus, I know the human you refer to. How unfortunate for your master that you have just described my most prized pet and I am not willing to part with him. Unless for a decent exchange." He says, looking Harry over. Harry pouts slightly folding his arms and tapping his cheek with a finger, making an obvious show of thinking it over.
"But of course, my master's favourite for yours. He knows you to be powerful, and deemed it to be an insult if any lesser pet of his than myself came to… bargain for the human." Harry says, moving towards the demon, looking it over and smiling slightly. The demon's rancid breath made Harry's stomach turn, but he kept the small smile on his face. Erinyac growls deep in his throat and a taloned hand lashes out, gripping Harry's arm, claws digging into his skin. Harry lets out a cry of pain, but this only seems to excite the demon more.
"Very well succubus. The human returns to your master and you remain here in his place. A fair trade." Erinyac says with a smile, though it quickly turns into an angry glower when Harry shakes his head.
"My lord, as unfortunate it is for me to say this, my current strength is not what it once was, and I can not disobey my master. He demanded that I return with the human, but once I have completed the task, I shall return." Harry explains, the last statement said as a purr. Erinyac's claws dig deeper into his arm.
"Again, I will allow this, but if your master should try to prevent your return, I will tear him apart and claim the human and you as my own. I have your scent and I know your blood, so he can not hide you anywhere in this plane." Erinyac says before releasing Harry. His talons were covered in Harry's blood, and he takes his time licking them clean. A growl/purr escapes his throat.
"I will enjoy you greatly little succubus, whether you like it or not." He says. Harry smiles.
"I will enjoy it of course my Lord, no matter what you do." He says, voice husky. The demon looks ready to jump Harry there and then, but Harry suddenly contorts with faked pain, clutching his chest, keening.
"My lord, my master grows impatient." He gasps. Erinyac glowers, but turns and leads Harry towards the surface of the Plains, where a group of scantily clad women as tall as Harry, with large black wings and lusty looks in their eyes crowded around a young man, huddled in on himself. The women stroked his exposed skin, ignoring his attempts t pull away.
"Come human, won't you come and play?" One purrs, the man whimpers. Erinyac lands behind the succubi and growls.
"Away Harlots, I have warned you about going near my prize." The succubi shriek and take to the air, but when they see Harry, their shrieks are of pleasure.
"A brother! We have a brother. Come play with us!" Erinyac snaps his teeth at the Succubi who land again, looking suppressed, though they still watched Harry keenly. Harry only spared them a glance before looking at the huddled man who was still trembling.
"There's your master's treasured prize then little succubus. I will expect your return soon, and no matter how many gates you use, or how much your master hides your trail, you'll never find a corner of this land where you can hide from me." Erinyac says as Harry crouches to place one of the man's arms over his shoulders and picks him up, other hand supporting the man under his knees as he faints in Harry's arms.
"Don't worry my lord. I would dare try to hide from you here." He says softly before opening his wings and, with a solid downward thrust, leapt into the air. It wasn't until hie was high overhead, almost exactly where he'd first appeared, when he disappears. It was several minutes before Erinyac frowned, growing suspicious. He inhales deeply; calling on his power to track down the succubus whose blood he'd tasted and was intoxicating to merely be close to.
Nothing.
He inhales again, more forcefully, and it was then that the other succubi realise something had gone wrong. In the split second when Erinyac roars his fury, the succubi pump their own wings, taking off into the skies in fear. One was not fast enough, Erinyac's talons reaching out and ripping into her leg, pulling her down. Once she was properly within reach, Erinyac, the enraged demon lord, grabs her shoulders, talons digging deep into the soft flesh as his jaw lowers, sinking his teeth deep into her throat before he rips his head back, practically severing her throat clean from her body. The succubi shriek and keen in mourning of their sister, for there was one thing the Ministry hadn't told Harry. In hell, he could die.
Permanently, like all demons, their native land was their weakest link in its self.
The Unspeakable had been examining the veil closely, ringing his hands in worry. Convinced that the saviour of the Wizarding World was gone, he turns, heading back to the exit.
'How am I going to tell the Minister?" He asks himself.
"Tell him what?" The wizard turns in shock and relief shows evidently on his face as he sees Harry, gently lowering the man to the floor.
"That was probably the most foolish, idiotic and insane thing you could have done Mr Potter! You could have been killed!" Harry glances up from the man at the wizard and frowns.
"With Voldermort back, we could all be killed. I just brought us another fighter." He says, voice slightly cold.
"What do you… Wait, isn't that." The man says, looking down, recognition dawning on his face as his gaze moves from the man to Harry and back, obviously shocked.
"Yes." The man stirs, opening his eyes and blinking a few times as he tried to focus on Harry's face. He frowns slightly, reaching out feebly, as if not believing his eyes.
"H-Harry?" He asks, voice hoarse from lack of proper use. Harry smiles slightly, gripping the man's hand.
"Hello Sirius."