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Part I: Bitter-Sweet Dreams
Chapter 6
It was moderately annoyed that Harry awoke sometime in the mid afternoon. Apparently someone had decided it would be a brilliant idea to bang on the door as loudly as possible and scream at the same time for him.
Blaise, for her part, looked about as annoyed as Harry felt, but, rolling out from under her, he left the "Nest" and went to the door, half-tempted to grab the boot that Kyoto had left for him and hit whoever was there at the door in the face with it. But recognizing the voice, he flung open the door after undoing the lock and looked to Ron.
"Hey mate. Sorry, but we needed to talk to Zab…uh, Blaise. We have only been able to find one other bedroom door unlocked. Her mum told us not to go in any room locked, so that means that, excluding hers and yours, there is only one room, and 5 of us."
Harry stared at his friend, before stepping from the door and closing it behind him, as Ron seemed to be trying to peek inside. Then, heading down the stairs to where he assumed Hermione and Ginny were. Then sprawling out on the couch, which was vacant, he sighed. Ron walking in found himself without a place to seat, and moved to sit on the arm of the chair Hermione was in. The girl in question, who had been writing in a normal muggle spiral notebook, stood without looking up and walked over to the couch, lifting Harry's feet and sitting down, to place his legs back. She patted his calf, in a sign to tell him it was ok for him to leave his legs there, and she placed her notebook on his legs and continued writing, he could feel her scribbling.
"So, this room thing. We need to figure it out, and no one is sleeping on this couch, its killing my back already. So…How about this. We can't have Blaise out of her room, so she has that room, and Hermione and Ginny can have my room."
"Ok then, mate, then it is us in the other room. Good, now that that is out of the way…" Harry adopted a very frightened look on his face, and Hermione put her notebook over her face to stop Ron form seing her trying not to laugh.
"Uh, Ron…mate…we are friends, but I am not sleeping in the same bed as you. It's not going to happen. Sorry, but…no." Hermione cracked and started laughing, and it became extreme laughter when Blaise came down, once more in his shirt, and smirked at Harry.
"Nice to know that you don't have bisexual tendencies Harry. Very nice to know." And she hopped over and lifted him up, and she sat so her legs were on the couch as well, facing the same direction as Harry, and pulled him up, so he was reclined on her, his back to her chest, and she wrapped her arms around him and held his hands. He moved his feet off of Hermione and they sat there, looking for all intents and purposes, the normal couple.
"So…who is sleeping where?" Ron spoke.
"Well, since I am sure Ginny won't want to sleep in the same bed as you, Ron, and I'm doubting Hermione will either, that means you are looking at sleeping alone tonight, sorry mate. Hermione and Ginny can have my room, and I'll be with Blaise." Harry didn't miss the looks that passed between Ginny and Ron, and Hermione wasn't even paying attention.
"Look, we are all old enough to know what we are doing, Merlin! Blaise and I have been together for all of 2 days. I don't need a chaperone from any of you, and if you feel the need to watch everything I am doing, then I am sure that the door locks can keep you all out this time." And with that, he rolled his eyes and stood. "If nothing else, I would like to go back upstairs, maybe get started on some work." Turning, he felt Blaise's arms on his shoulders as she stood on the couch, before she jumped onto his back. Adjusting her on his back, he waddled to the stairs before heading up.
Hermione stood as well, and followed them up the stairs. "Harry, do you think that I can do that work with you both? I can understand if not…but, they have been going on about Quidditch for some time, and if Ginny asks me one more question about boys, and more specifically anything else about your chest and stomach, I will make her eat this notebook." Harry laughed and nodded, and they all walked into Blaise's room, where Harry set her down before heading out to his room and lifting his trunk, carrying it into her room and setting it down lightly on an empty wall. Opening it, he pulled out several books and a pile of parchment, as Blaise went into her closet, coming back out with a new shirt on.
"Uh…where's my shirt?" Harry asked, seeing her in a short, pale pink t-shirt. She shrugged and headed over to her bed. However, Harry shook his head at her. "Blaise, where the hell is my shirt?"
"Your shirt? Ha! Its mine now, and you are never getting it back!" Blaise laughed maniacally before sticking her tongue out at Harry.
"Damned thief." He muttered before shaking his head and putting another shirt on and walking over to the window seat. Sitting down, he cracked a book open and began to read.
Blaise walked over and settled down with him there, and eventually he put his book down. Yawning to himself, they sat there for a moment before Blaise walked over to the sound system. Looking to Hermione, she raised an eyebrow, and the girl nodded, unable to really deny Blaise the right, as it was her room.
Turning on some gentle music, she pulled out a chessboard, and motioned to Hermione for a game. The girl shrugged and nodded, before both got onto the bed and set up the pieces and began. Harry yawned and stirred in his seat, visibly uncomfortable.Turning to Blaise, he spoke. "Blaise, I'm bored...I need something to do. Let's go out somewhere." Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Not right now. We can talk to my mother tomorrow, or better yet, we can all just head to London tomorrow. I need to quit that job of mine anyways, so you can get that energy out then."
"So what am I supposed to do now?" Harry almost whined. He was bored out of his mind, really, and was going stir crazy in the house. She smiled at him and patted the bed softly, and he shook his head, seeing that the bed would tilt and knock all of the pieces off. Blaise rolled her eyes and jumped up and down on the bed, and the pieces stayed where they were.
"It's charmed. Now get up here, we can all talk." Harry rolled his eyes at this, but climbed onto the bed and sat with his back to the headboard, his knees up. Blaise crawled over and sat with her back to his chest, his knees raised on either side of her with her legs the same, both of them facing Hermione.
"Well, we haven't been formally introduced, I just know you by reputation. I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said, sticking her hand out to Blaise.
Smiling to her, Blaise accepted the hand and shook it. "Blaise Zabini."
"So…how did you two get involved…if you don't mind me asking!" Hermione rushed the last part, not wanting to offend her new friend. Blaise smiled and relayed the entire clothing store thing from her part, while rubbing Harry's hand with her own. Hermione laughed at several places, and then smiled to her. "So, when is your birthday?"
"It's in about a week. Do you want to come to the party? It's not going to be too big, some family friends, some friends from school, Harry of course. Its probably going to be here, some dancing, the like." Hermione nodded excitedly, and Blaise smiled. "Nothing formal, but of course, not like…too informal I guess. Feel free to bring a date but…I don't think either of the reds downstairs particularly care for me, but bring who you want."
"I don't think I will be bringing anyone, but sorry about them. They, well, mostly Ron, aren't open to change too much, especially Harry dating a Slytherin."
"It was funny when he told me that he was supposed to be there. In Slytherin I mean. I can't help wanting to kick Draco Malfoy in the balls the next time I see him for that. This whole thing could have started years ago…no offense to you all and your friendship."
"Its ok, I find myself wondering about having been in Ravenclaw like the hat wanted as well. I mean, if nothing else, the will to learn wouldn't be looked down on." Blaise nodded.
"And the other redhead? What's her deal?"
"Ginny? She has been 'in love' with Harry for years. A crush that has mutated really, I don't like dishing dirt on friends, but that is what it is. She still thinks Harry's favorite color is emerald green, and that she still has a chance with him. Ha, everyone who knows Harry know that…"
And together the two girls said, "His favorite color is blue and she has no chance." They laughed, and then looked over when they heard nothing from Harry. The boy had drifted off. Blaise smiled before getting off the bed. Hermione did as well, and they pulled the blanket from under him gently and then pulled it up over him, and then they went into Harry's room. It was still set up with the "Nest" in the middle, so the two of them went into its confines to continue talking.
"What is this, exactly?" Hermione asked, looking at the circular barricade of pillows and blankets in the middle of the bed.
"We call it the 'Nest', a play off of Harry's name." Upon the girls confused look, Blaise answered. "He found out his real name is Heron." Hermione chuckled. "This is where we have been hiding from the world it seems for some time. Since I found out about the whole…Lestrange thing…We have been here. I think it was good because it made him feel protected. I don't know, I will ask mother more about it when she returns, but from what I am able to collect, it is a protection thing, as well as…it seems like the child in him coming out. The childish need to have one's own space. Like when you build a fort out of your bedding for only yourself."
Hermione nodded, surprised at the girl's knowledge. She smiled at her and Blaise blushed. "You pick this up when your mother is a psychologist for muggles and magical people alike, so I grew up surrounded by a lot of knowledge of the way the mind works. Not my own deductions, just regurgitating information."
After more talking, ranging on many subjects, they were finally interrupted. Harry walked groggily into the room, wiping his eyes and yawning. His shirt was in his hands, the buttons missing apparently, and there was a deep red inflammation on the boy's forehead as he wandered in. He sat down on the floor by them, laying his head back on the side of the bed, before coughing deeply, a hacking cough, and then moaning as the coughing stopped.
Hermione reached down and moved his hair out of the way, feeling his forehead. She gasped as she pulled her hand back. Blaise reached down quickly, and felt for herself. He was burning up, and the coughing was getting more frequent. Turning to Hermione for advice on what to do, they both got down and helped to walk Harry back to Blaise's room, placing him on the bed, before running into the connected bathroom and grabbing a towel and running cool water on it.
Ringing it out, Blaise ran out and placed it on his forehead, dabbing at his scar as she sat behind him, his head in her lap. His eyes drifted shut, and moments later, with his eyes still screwed shut, his scar seemed to turn a deep red, and his back arched off of the bed, and he screamed a deep, pain-filled scream.
Blaise rubbed the towel on his forehead and cooed to him, singing softly, while looking up at Hermione in complete and utter shock. She was helpless, and looked to the other girl for help. Looking at the situation for the moment, Hermione looked panicked for a moment. "Wake him up, the longer he is sleep, the more he seems to be hurt. Is the house on the Floo network?" Blaise nodded. "I'm going to go and fire-call Dumbledore."
And Hermione bolted from the room. Blaise was thankful for the silencing charms put on the room that blocked most sound out as long as the door remained closed, as she was sure that Ron and Ginny would have been up here very quickly from the scream, with a wrong assumption, if the door had been opened.
Cooing to Harry, Blaise was troubled. She would shake him gently, and he would seem to be on the brink of waking before a tremor would rack his body, and then he would be back, deep in the painful sleep. Leaning down to him, she pressed her lips to his gently. His hands shot up to start to claw at his hair and his forehead, and Blaise grabbed them, holding them away from him, and looking around for some way to help him.
Hermione flew back into the room, to find it sweltering hot, and the heat seemed to be coming off of Harry's body. Blaise motioned to the window and threw it open, and almost as soon as she did, a blur launched into the room, and there stood Kyoto.
He shot over to the bed and looked down at Harry. His hair got into his eyes, and suddenly he pulled it back and a black clasp that none of them saw was holding his hair back and high atop his head in the back. And looking down at Harry, he sighed as he touched his forehead and then traced the jagged scar on the boy's forehead, which was radiating extreme amounts of energy.
"This is not good at all. Not at all. Shit…If I'm right…oh dear sweet Shadows, let me be wrong here. Let me be wrong." He seemed to be praying almost as he said this. He started to pace, and there was a deep darkness around his form as he did, the shadows of the room all bending from their normal positions to point toward him, following him around, as if trying to touch him somehow. And the darkness around his eyes intensified greatly.
Suddenly Ms. Zabini rushed in, followed by Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey. The latter two rushed to Harry, while Ms. Zabini hung back, instead glancing over to the white-haired person pacing around the room, muttering curses that ranged in intensity as well as language. She walked over to him and he stopped pacing.
"What is happening?" She asked. He looked down at her, and shook his head.
"Now is not the time. Let us just hope that what I hope is happening is not." He said simply, before hearing Harry shout again and sinking down to the floor. "Shadows, please don't let this be happening…"
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Ms. Zabini sat down across from Kyoto, and when he shifted his head from looking down at the floor to up at the ceiling with a groan, despite the situation, a chuckle left her mouth. She covered her mouth, but Kyoto looked at her. "What the hell is so funny?"
She shook her head, but given his narrowing eyes, she sighed. "It's just…with your hair pulled back…"
"Yes, I look like a girl. Get over it. Seriously, why is it that I only hear that from women, and at the most annoying times?" And reaching up and pulling the clip out of his hair and seeming to place it in his pocket, his hair cascaded down and behind his shoulders. Dumbledore, however, walked over to Kyoto.
"What is happening to Mr. Potter?" Kyoto glared at the man, that was clear. And turning to Ms. Zabini, he spoke.
"What is going on right now is rightly a very dangerous thing. Voldemort could very well be doing a Demon Summoning Ritual, and this is dangerous to Harry because of the connection. The overwhelming darkness of the Ritual is collapsing his system. It is overloading him with darkness, and his fairly pure soul is getting a rapid flush of darkness and his body is…basically shutting down. There are only 3 ways that I know of for this all to stop. And at the moment, only 2 off them are particularly practical."
"And those are?" Dumbledore asked. Kyoto flipped him off.
"And those are?" Ms. Zabini repeated.
"One, we gradually induce some darkness into his soul, so the darkness he is getting isn't such a shock. And two, we flood his system with such goodness and 'love'," at the word love he made little finger quotes in the air, "that it expels a lot of the darkness. From how I ordered these and how I acted about the second, you can tell which I think is more likely to work. Actually, I guarantee the first will work, if nothing more than some undesired results."
"What would these options entail?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Well, the second, the most likely way this could happen is…well…for Harry to be surrounded by love."
"So…like…people that love him hugging him and holding him?" Hermione asked. At this, Kyoto started laughing. The laughter got louder at her confused face, and eventually he stopped and smiled.
"Well…that is way too simplified. And not on the right path. Surrounded…hmm…how can I phrase this well…Oh, I got it. He has to be…loved…in the physical sense of the term. 'Surrounded'…got it?" At her confused look, as well as the confused look on everyone but Blaise and her mother, he sighed. "Idiot wizards. Someone who loves him has to have sex with him. There, I said it."
Blaise blushed and then asked, "What about the first one?"
Kyoto sighed here. "Who is the potions expert here?" Looking around, Dumbledore was about to raise his hand when Ms. Zabini spoke. "Blaise."
Kyoto smiled and turned to the girl. "Tell me what you know about Demon tears and blood."
The girl looked unnerved, still stroking Harry's forehead as he seemed to be screaming, but for the sake of the conversation had been placed under a silencing charm. "Well, Demon blood is said to grant demon-like power for as long a time as it takes to leave the system, and when ingested, it does the same. Strength, speed and increased brain activity can be some results, and it all depends on the demon.
"Getting it into the bloodstream is difficult because it can become explosive when placed in an open cut when left to stagnate in a room for too long, meaning no one has ever actually done it recently because no one can get a demon there long enough. But back to the point…I think the book said the blood never leaves the system when put into the bloodstream, as it causes the person to mutate on the inside so that their marrow creates cells that match the demon cells, effectively turning the person to, in the very least, part demon."
Nodding and smiling, Kyoto asked, "And the tears?"
"Well, Demon tears are said to do similar actions, only they are arguably the most dark of all substances in the world. Because a Demon never cries, they are rare, but they seem to be of deep healing property for Demons, because Phoenix tears do little to a Demon outside of hurt them, because of the polarization of the two creatures and their sides, one being light and the other dark."
"What does this have to do with Harry?" Dumbledore asked, accusingly.
"Fuck you, you old bastard. What this has to do with Harry is, should we be able to introduce Demon blood to him, that would be darkness enough to cause the ceremony to no longer harm him. Blaise here had everything about the tears outside of the fact that they are also very potent for the after-effects of Demon summonings regardless of the darkness of the soul. And right now, Harry is getting all of the effects of the summoning, while Voldemort is getting all of the benefits."
"And where are we getting Demon's blood?" Ms. Zabini asked.
"Yes, as the last Demon's blood was obtained at least a decade ago, and with the type of summoning, we may need to go the route of the injection. So what do you suggest, unless one of us intends to summon a Demon." Snape walked through the door as he said this, and looked to Kyoto, who stood in response, taller than the Potions' Master by at least a few inches.
"Easily." And then he pulled off his long-sleeved shirt. He was incredibly thin, but the muscles stuck out of this thin body to show that he was in incredible shape. And there were many metallic clasps on his arms, with little keyholes in them. He produced a ring of keys and began to unlock all of them. All but one. And that one was on his wrist. And he held it up to Snape, and took the man's hand and touched his finger to the metallic band.
Recoiling, Snape stared at Kyoto for a long moment, shock apparent on his face before he stepped away from the man.
"Even the limited darkness in your soul should have been able to know who you are talking to." And then turning to the confused faces, he smiled. "The answer all of you missed was, the fact that it will be incredibly easy to get Demon blood."
"From where?" Hermione asked.
"Not where, who. And that would be me."
"You!" Dumbledore shouted. "Impossible. You have to summon a Demon, they are not allowed on this plane of existence."
"Usually, yes. But in my case and in the case of all the others that are on the Demonic level I am, that is not true." At the confused look, he rolled his eyes. Placing a nail to his palm as he walked over to Harry, he made a slash before he sat next to Harry. He brought his nail up and slashed down Harry's scar. The boy's back arched off of the bed, but with a hand to his stomach, Kyoto forced him back down. He then clenched his hand into a fist, until drops of blood began to fall. But this blood was not red. It was a deep, almost negative black. And he allowed the drops to drip onto Harry's forehead, onto the scar. As he did this, he spoke.
"Heaven and Hell had an argument. At the rise of Hell, there were some of us who wanted out. We didn't want to be in Heaven, but didn't want to be in Hell. So, getting together, Hir and Lucifer decided on a little…game. They took all of us, and gave us able use of one of our Demonic powers on Earth. And then put a Lock-Guard, as they are called, on a place on our body. In order to unlock the guard, and therefore another of our Demonic powers, we have to kill the other Demon who had our Key, which is attached to their being.
"In the end, the only way for one of us to be able to be free from the hold of Hell is to kill all the ones loyal to us. And when we do that, the game starts over. We can die, and when the one who kills us is killed, we simply come back and have to start all over again. It is a sick game that almost has no end." He sighed, and then smiled. "Good thing that the curse can not be passed down. Harry won't have to worry about this, and as of now, will be the only half-Demon in the last long while that I myself know of. I had a kid a long time ago and she was a Halfling, but I don't know what happened to her, it could have been many generations ago."
He looked to Harry, to see the boy having stopped moving around but his eyes were still closed. And suddenly the room got very dark. And his back arched off of the bed and he seemed to shake. Blaise, for her part, was panicking. But Kyoto shook his head.
"It's just the reaction to the change. From what I understand, it hurts for a while. I don't know much, but my sister changed a small girl once who was on the verge of dying." And then slowly Harry stopped shaking and simply laid back. Hermione stood in a corner, her hand over her mouth in silent horror, and looked to the still unmoving Harry.
"So what is going to happen to him?" Blaise asked. "Is he going to look like you? Will he have wings and be all evil-looking or something?"
"No, no wings. He won't change much at first. He will get some Demonic reactions, like his hair might start to grow at an alarming rate, as well as puberty might get sped through really quickly. Demons usually go through puberty in about a year, it takes me on average about half that for some reason.
"So with him being a good half way through, and the fact that he will take on a lot of my characteristics, Demonically, he will finish all his growing quickly. Besides that, all powers he will have will derive from me. So, his muscle power will grow beyond what should be possible, especially his leg strength, which will be extreme. His bones, nails and teeth will be incredibly strong, or more, very hard.
"His eyes might change, might not, but his night vision will be great as well. No shooting things from his eyes, nothing like that. I know this seems like a lot and everything, but it will be a lot easier to accept as time goes. Also, I won't be too far away, especially since I finally have my own little brother. Not going to miss him growing up." And with a smile, Kyoto turned to Harry. Closing his eyes slowly, he muttered something, and then a blood-red tear welled up in his eyes, and then dripped down onto Harry's forehead.
"What was that third option?" Hermione asked. At this point, Ron and Ginny were allowed in, and they looked over to Harry, his body still and laying fairly limp.
"Well, me finding Voldemort and kicking his ass. However, that wasn't very likely, especially with the fact that no one knows where he is, and the fact that whatever Demon he summoned is more than likely doing to him just what I did to Harry. So let's just say that all of you who are after old Voldemort might be a lot more…unlikely to win. But hey, not like I care."
"Mister…Mister Nox…Might I be able to get some Blood and Tears from you…?" Snape stammered. Kyoto turned to him, before flipping him off and then doing the same to Dumbledore. And with that and a salute to everyone else, he turned from them and headed out to the window. And climbing up in the window, he leapt from the sill and was gone.
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"Wow, what a day." Harry muttered as he opened his eyes, before grasping Blaise's hand slowly, and smiling at her. Hermione, Ron and Ginny all rushed over to him, and the adults slowly made their way out.
"Albus…what can we do about this? He is a Half-Demon now! We can not allow this kind of power to fall into his hands senselessly."
"And yet, Severus, there is no other way. I fear that, at this moment, Voldemort is undergoing a similar transformation. And I fear that, despite the hate Mr. Nox has for us, he is one of the better Demons out there."
"Weaker, you mean?" Snape asked incredulously.
"No, Severus. For I believe, as I observe him more and more, my admiration of the young…well, of him grows more and more. Because, you see, he has the strength to utilize a tactic that I am saddened to say I will never be able to teach Mr. Potter."
"And that is?"
"Having a great deal of power, and knowing when to hide it all. Knowing when to back off, and not to show everyone what you have."
"What do you mean by that, Albus?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"That man is called 'Shadow' in some places. I looked. If you intend to know more, then talk to me elsewhere. For I fear that we have overstepped our boundaries, and Mr. Potter can hear our conversation, and is not happy with being spoken of."
"How can he hear us! We are…"
"Severus, you better than anyone know how easily one's senses can increase with one change, one bit of darkness to the soul can thus change everything about someone." And with those words the adults from Hogwarts left the house.
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"Well mate, for once, I am glad I am not in your position. I bet you will probably be pretty weak for a while, so I guess out trip for tomorrow in London is cancelled." Ron said. Harry looked at him, and shrugged his shoulders. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. At that point, he couldn't have cared less about London if he found out that going there would ensure a meeting with Draco Malfoy, and an ensuing confrontation.
"Well Ron, I'm sorry about that. But at the moment, I couldn't care less. I want to go to sleep."
"You can sleep here, Harry! The bed is big enough for the 3 of us, you, me and Hermione. So you don't have to move." Ginny's exclamation caused Blaise to narrow her eyes at the girl. Ginny rolled her eyes at Blaise, who in turn cracked the knuckles on her left hand with her right, before speaking.
"I'm sure that Harry can make it, and if he can't, then I know enough about Hermione to trust her in my room, and if she trusts you enough, then I guess you can sleep there as well."
Harry saw the eminent confrontation, especially stemming from Blaise's not so subtle comment about not trusting Ginny. He spoke with his gravelly voice. "Its ok, I think I can make it there at the very least." And leaning up, he walked toward the door. Blaise ran to help him, but found him walking perfectly steady. They made it to the room, but he walked by the bed to the bathroom. And walking in there, he started to lean down to fill the tub. Blaise ran over and did it for him, before helping him pull off his shoes and then his socks.
She reached up and undid the button on his pants before checking the water temperature and then adding bubbles. Harry made to protest, but she shook him off before shocking Harry by pulling off her shirt and then slipping down her pants. Her hands went behind her back and undid the bra, but kept it still mostly on as she pulled down on the pants legs, pulling them off of him.
"Uh…Blaise?"
"You aren't going in there alone, and it's not like it's much you haven't seen before above the water. Besides, what girl can say they bathed with Harry Potter? Besides, someone has to wash your back." She started with confidence, but the more she spoke, the more her confidence waned. But Harry nodded, and both took turns turning their heads as the other got in the tub, which was round and big enough to fit 2 more people, much like a Jacuzzi, almost.
And she scooted over to him, and then pulled him so his back was to her chest, but pushed him down so he sank down some more in the tub, and then she began to run her wet fingers through his hair, and washing the remaining blood from his forehead, slowly and gently.
"You scared me, Harry. And even more…I scared myself. I was so sure I was going to lose you. And I didn't like that I felt so…helpless. I can't lose you, not so soon. Not when I finally know so much." She said slowly, and gently, so soft he barely heard her. "I know we never talked about this officially but…do you think…do you think I could be your girlfriend? Like…officially? Because I want to know that, if it all comes down to it, I can at least have your consent to go through with the little…'surround him with love" thing.'" At his confused face, she smiled softly. "Better you don't know. But…Well…"
Harry smiled gently, even though she couldn't see it, and reached up, clasping the hand that was running through his hair. "Of course, Blaise. Of course. Feel free to…'surround me with your love' anytime. Oh Merlin that sounded perverted." He said, and Blaise cracked and started laughing hysterically.
"See! We got it. Why is it that when Kyoto said it, no one else got it but me and my mum? I mean, Dumbledore, Snape, and Pomfrey I can understand. But Hermione! Even as a virgin, I know the lingo and all that about sex. I know I am tainted, but damn, what is she, an angel?"
Harry laughed and then began to run his hands up and down her calves as she talked and ran her hands through his hair for a while before she grabbed one of the wash towels and began to lather it up with soap. Sitting him up, She scrubbed on his back, and then tossed the towel onto his chest. He looked back at her, to see her smile and then push him up and turn.
"My turn."
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Kyoto was not happy. Not at all. He had run toward the largest source of Demonic energy he could sense. And as he got there, he saw what looked like a prison, but the walls seemed almost to have a sense of being more to keep people out than to keep people in. Crouching down near the wall, he leapt up and did a flip in the air, and landed atop one of the posts on the wall that connected the barbed wire to the other strips of barbed wire on the wall. Looking around, he leaned forward and jumped, breaking the post and knocking all of the barbed wire down all around the enclosure, as he launched himself toward the main citadel of the fort.
The aura was dark, but not truly dark. It was tainted, and not black but almost a sickening, vomit green. It was large, and seemed to pulse every so often. As he cut through the air from his jump, he turned and landed on the side of a building before seeming to rebound the moment he hit it toward the large tower in the center, bouncing around like a pinball off of the buildings, but always going toward the large tower. But as he neared it, he saw 3 figures in black robes patrolling the top of the tower, wands out.
Grinning darkly as he stopped in a crouch across from them, he leapt one last time toward them. As he neared them, he turned and laid a kick to the closest one's chest, and then spun in the air and hit another in the side of the head, sending him off of the side of the tower and down many stories to his death. The last one leveled his wand, but before he could get a spell off, Kyoto did a no-handed backflip, sending the wand into the air, before, as he landed from the acrobatic move, he shoulder-charged the man, and then kicked him in the front of his kneecap, shattering it.
With a punch to the jaw, the man's attempt to yell was silenced, and Kyoto crept toward the door. Slipping in, he walked into the main tower. And looking down from the catwalk he ended up on, he saw into the middle of the tower. And there stood Voldemort, and in the center of a blood pentagram was a demon. It was a demon that Kyoto knew well, a sickening creature that he believed gave all demons a bad name.
Large and muscular, with deep gray skin that looked like stone, and wings too small to get it off of the ground, its face was forever drawn into a dark scowl. He had a chin sculpted much like the facial hair goatees of pharaohs of ancient Egypt, and wore a headwear style similar as well. Looking around to all of the Death Eaters standing, watching the summoning, Kyoto shook his head. He pulled out a cell phone too advanced for the time and pushed one button, and it began to dial a number.
"What!"
"Get here."
And the line went dead, and moments later a rip in the very fabric of space and time opened, and then the tall figure in the gray duster stepped out, handguns in hand. Kyoto wasn't even looking at him, but was crouched on the metal railing, looking down as the demon stood for a moment, before talking in a deep, sickening voice.
"You are the one who summoned me. I assume you want to be transformed with my blood? Very well. I can sense the darkness to your soul, you are half way to being a demon in the first place." And then he stopped. "I sense a Demon here. Why did you not use him…He is one of The Locked!" He muttered words in a language that Voldemort didn't understand.
"Temper, temper, Phearamos. No need to curse so very much." Kyoto spoke. No one knew where to look but the Demon.
"And The Fallen! The Lord of the 5th! My Liege's Sire…" The demon looked rightly scared.
"Fuckin' Right." The man in the gray duster spoke. And then, climbing up on the railing, he leapt and grabbed a chain on a levy and was carried down, as Kyoto jumped down, flipping in the air before landing in a crouch, dust billowing up and cracks showing in the cement under him. Shots rang out as Death Eaters were hit by bullets before they even knew what was happening.
Kyoto jumped and twisted in the air, his feet slamming into the large Demon, Phearamos, and creating cracks in the creature's arm. The second Kyoto hit the ground, he kicked the creature in the arm, and then once in the hand, thus knocking the creature's arm off. Leaping back and straight up, Kyoto shot up to the ceiling with the leap, grabbing a hold of one of the pipes and flipping around it once, before being sent back down with the momentum. He crashed into the alter that had the knife waiting for the Demon ceremony, Kyoto assumed.
Voldemort had been knocked out of his shock and turned to blast Kyoto. However, the white-haired Demon leapt forward and dive-tackled the Demon Phearamos, and then punched the creature in the face. Grabbing the goatee, he lifted the creature up by it, before kicking it in the chest while still holding the goatee. The rock facial hair broke off and the Demon flew out of the pentagram and screamed before just falling down, seemingly dead.
Kyoto ran over, trying to avoid the spells, and then used the goatee rock that he held and drew a circle around the body of the Demon. He did a few more designs on the inside, and then clasped his hands together, concentrating as he squatted behind the Demon's body, using it as a shield for a moment. Darkness flared up around his hands and then he slammed them down on the ground, and there was power flaring up around the Demon's body. And then as it died down, there sat a sword. Its blade was pure black, with gray hieroglyphs on the bottom of the blade. The handle was gray as well, with the guard a pentagram shape. It had a dark glow on it, and it was a long sword, shaped like a katana more than an English sword.
And lifting it with a dark smirk on his face, he crouched down and leapt up into the air. He came down in the middle of a few Death Eaters that had been trying to construct shielding from the gunfire. He began to slash forward, taking off body parts, the blade glinting and almost seeming in glee as it attacked people.
The man in the gray duster was firing bullets quickly, arms apart and taking down Death Eaters more and more. Suddenly he heard a scream behind him, and he dropped down onto his back as a bright green blast hit the Death Eater that had been in front of him, and looking up to who was behind him but was now over him, he saw Antonin Dolohov. The man was missing an eye and had a long scar going from his nose around and down to the bottom of his jaw.
Smirking and rolling back while killing everyone around him without really paying too much attention. And finding a respite from the spells, seeing Kyoto in the thick of it with some kind of weapon that was giving off a dark energy, a Demon aura almost, he squared off with Dolohov.
"You goddamned bastard. Do you see what you did to me you prick!"
"Baretta."
"What?" Dolohov shouted.
"That is my name. So call me out of it once more and you will very well be dead before you can remember being alive."
The chilling voice of the man before his made Dolohov falter for a moment. But then he looked over to see Voldemort watching him, seeming to watch what his servants could accomplish. So he was filled with a new resolve. "Fuck off you bloody wanker!"
Baretta smiled. He seriously smiled. And then he put his guns away. And suddenly he pulled out the sawed off from his back. "What the fuck is that!" Dolohov seemed to laugh as he saw it.
"This…This is Apathy. Say 'Hello' to this bastard, won't you?" And then he fired. The two orbs shot forward, and swirled around and then hit Dolohov, and with a screech from the man, a rip was formed behind him, and he was expelled into it, before coming out in a rip behind it, and then seemed to be sucked into himself before exploding into shards of nothingness.
And with a wink to Voldemort as Kyoto cut down one of the last Death Eaters capable of firing a spell, he seemed to create a similar rip in space and time, and stepped through and disappeared. Kyoto looked to Voldemort and raised the sword. "How ironic that the most feared wizard in the world couldn't be smart enough to research Demon Summonings. He couldn't have turned you."
"And why is that." Voldemort asked, his eyes narrowed darkly at the man in front of him.
"Because, you dumb ass, Phearamos is a stone sphinx Demon." He paused at the unaffected look on the "Dark Lord"'s face. "Stone. He doesn't have blood, idiot!"
"I'll kill you!" Voldemort shouted in threat as grew angry. He knew how fast the figure could move, and didn't understand how possible it was. He also wondered how he knew of the arcane form alchemy, which had fallen from practice even before Demon Summonings had, there weren't even books left of it...
"Ha! Wanna know a secret? Something you should check out as soon as possible. You see, Demons can't be killed by a killing curse from a human. If you had found a way to pull off that Summoning and then the Ritual to become a Halfling, then I would worry. But as of now…Fuck off." And he flipped off Voldemort before doing a no-handed back flip that landed him up several floors in the tower, and he smiled. Looking at the sword, he contemplated what to do with it as he wandered out of the Tower, killing everyone he walked by with an absent flick of its blade. He ran things through his head, before smiling. "Well, I know who is getting a really killer birthday present this year…" And he leapt from the tower and off into the night, the full moon glowing overhead and Voldemort's enraged scream echoing in the background.
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