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Part I: Bitter-Sweet Dreams

Chapter 19

Hufflepuffs, outside of their loyalty, are known for another attribute. Persistence. They may not be known for having the pure courage to get something done like Gryffindors, the ambition of personal gain like Slytherins, or even the intelligence to accomplish something immediately, but they are known for persistence. Trying over and over on something until they find a way to get it done.

Hannah intended to get her sister in for the check-up. As she headed out of her Common and spoke to the first portrait she saw, asking for them to put the word out that she needed to see her sister, she ran into Susan. The girl was gushing about something, and when asked, Susan showed her a picture she was holding. "It's a 'Creevey Original' as he is calling his photos now. It's a picture of Harry and Cleo. It's really just so damned cute. I would kill to be a first year in Gryffindor with this picture."

She presented the picture to Hannah. Hannah looked on as she saw a slightly moving Cleo wrapped around Harry tightly, with the boy's arms around her as well, both perfectly asleep. It was the picture of someone caring about another person, and looking to protect them. Hannah looked at how happy her sister looked, and sighed. She rushed off to find Cleo. She was making sure her sister was taking the Purity Check with her, and then they would have a serious sister-to-sister talk.

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Blaise was holding Harry as the boy shook in righteous anger. He was so mad that at moments he was bordering tears, and the next moment he was literally glowing from the Demonic flare-up to end all flare-ups. Blaise knew nothing of what had gotten the boy she loved so angry, but it was pulling at her heart. They stood in the corridor off the side of the Great Hall that few entered, and he was holding her tightly. His hands under her arms, he lifted her up so she was looking down at him, and her feet were dangling about a good 2 feet or so off of the ground. He smiled weakly at her. "Why aren't there more good people in the world, Gaby? Why aren't there anymore good fucking people left out there? Why does everyone have to be assholes, and seem to fucking fall into orbit around the last good people in the world! It's not fair." He was looking up at her, almost pleading. Begging her for answers. Whatever had him that messed up, Blaise didn't care about whatever it was at the time, all she cared about was being with him.

She reached out and grabbed him around the neck and pulled toward him, pressing her lips hard to his. "I don't know, baby, I don't know. All I know, is that you are all I care about, and despite the bastards circling us, as long as you keep your eyes on mine, and I keep mine on yours, nothing can touch us. As long as you are with me, nothing can happen. Nothing can go wrong." He smiled brightly at her, and kissed her again, before picking her up, much too easily for her to completely understand how and why he was able to do so, and he carried her toward the Great Hall. He set her down, before he looked at her, and kissed her deeply.

"Nothing can hurt us, right?" Blaise nodded resolutely, and they walked into the hall, taking their normal seats. They wouldn't know how wrong they were.

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Harry began to eat, when Ginny seemed to be fighting to catch his eyes. He looked at her confused, and she blew him a kiss in a way that made it very clear she was doing it for show in front of everyone. Harry looked away from her, and went back to eating. Ginny growled and stood, before walking up to him.

"So, where is that stupid little prepubescent slut of yours, Potter?" came a sneering voice from behind him. He turned around and looked and saw Draco Malfoy standing there. Next to him stood Zacharias Smith, as well as the normal fixtures of Crabbe and Goyle.

"Bugger off, if you know what's good for you, and your continued survival, I would very much suggest it, Smith you know how Blaisey is with the knives, and we have a table full. She can surely borrow mine." Dean Thomas spoke. He had rose, and he was holding his axe over his shoulder casually, looking incredibly imposing with the sleeves to his robes cut off, allowing his muscled arms to show.

Zacharias gulped, and Malfoy turned and walked away immediately, his flunkies leaving as well. No one saw the wand motion happening in the room, through the confusion, nor the spell hitting its target.

Ginny walked over. "Harry, you don't need to be fighting, you should be talking to me. We need to figure out what to do about your baby, about our baby! I have a date set…"

"A date for what, exactly, Ginny?" Ron asked. He very much doubted his sister was pregnant, and was at odds with most of his family for that fact, but it was something that Harry was amazingly thankful for.

"The date for the wedding, Ronald! No self-respecting witch gives away her virginity to a man she doesn't intend to marry, what do I look like to you, some type of whore or Scarlet Woman?" Ginny acted exasperated and shocked, but was eyeing Blaise as she spoke in a way that was causing the other girl to get very antsy, wanting to attack the other girl.

"Uh…Ginny, I don't know what you are talking about, because I have no intention of marrying any time soon, less intention of marrying you, nonetheless on your terms or time. As for virginity, you never gave me that." Ginny was growing angry, but Harry was at a full head of steam and charged on. "I have never been with you, nor do I want to, meaning that this child couldn't be mine, if there is even a child."

"Are you saying she's lying? That she doesn't know her own body better than you, Harry Potter! The aud…awe…the audit…how dare you!" Lavender shouted.

"Audacity, you dumb blonde." Parvati muttered just loud enough for everyone to hear it. Lavender looked scandalized, and a side argument between the two broke out.

"Sorry, Gin, but I only see you as a little sister, nothing else."

"Then I would bet that you have used her, and when she was finally finding out what you were doing, you threw her to the side, and slipped up just in time for her to have physical evidence! You probably molested her, using her feelings for you, taking advantage, just like you did to my sister!" Hannah Abbott had entered the Great Hall in a huff, and had shouted this loud enough for the hall to hear. "You used my sister, Potter. My 11 year old sister!"

The hall was silent, as Harry stared at Hannah. "What, in the fuck, are you talking about." He spoke slow and very clearly, his anger rising to the point that Blaise, who was holding his hand, felt his temperature shoot to a high degree that it was hot to touch him.

"You know what I am talking about, you…you…you sick fuck! You molested her, and you can't cover it up anymore!"

Ginny was growing agitated about not being the center of attention, and she got up and stood on the bench, to be higher than everyone else, intending to shout when Harry spoke again. "I didn't molest or have sick relations with anyone. This Cleo thing is a lie, just like Ginny is lying about being pregnant with my child. All lies, and you need to stop." It wasn't a request, it was a command.

"I was not lying about the baby. You will believe me, and you will have me. And if you won't take me, then I will cross over and wait for you there, and we can be together forever!" Her hands grabbed a knife off of the table, as she stood up on said table. No one saw the knife, as she slid it up her sleeve, and it looked more like she was putting on some kind of display. "I will show you the baby!" And her hand shot across her midsection, and Harry looked up in complete shock. In front of him, standing on the table, Ginerva Weasley was disemboweling herself. "See, see, this is the baby, your baby, our baby, Harry! Our baby!" She was clinging to air, her hands soaked a deep red color, holding something invisible up, as if she could see the one thing no one on earth could see.

And with the shocked looks on everyone's faces, Ginny fell unconscious from blood loss, the Gryffindor table truly becoming a pure red color.

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The Chamber of Secrets had never been more of a welcomed sight. Harry had been sitting in the corner of the main room for over 5 hours. Blaise had followed him there, as well as, surprisingly, Padma and Parvati. The two had become close to Harry and the way he was feeling, they knew he was hurting more than he was showing so they followed him down. Harry had fled the hall the moment Ginny had cut herself, and had run into Ms. Madison.

The woman's eyes were darting about, as she was frantic about what she should do. Her swords were on her, as there was an intended demonstration between she and Harry for Mr. Long later in the day, and she was staying armed for it. Harry had run into her in the hallway, and watched as she looked torn between stopping him, as it seemed everyone else wanted to do, and letting him go. Harry looked at her, and she saw his eyes. She grabbed him and pulled him to her tightly, hugging him to her as tight as she could, and she muttered something to him that no one else could hear, before she let him go. She was in tears, and the second that the last in the group walked by her, the swords clattered to the ground and she sank to the floor in tears.

Harry was sitting in the corner, rocking himself, displacing an amount of Demonic energy that was literally warping the air around him, making everything within several feet of him very cold, and he was very magically dangerous. Yet, it was taking Kasus to hold Blaise back from running over to him. He wasn't in tears, but was heaving as if he was about to vomit, while at the same time about to start screaming at any given moment. His eyes were dark and clouded, and his hair was completely out of place. It was an expression Blaise had seen before. The one time she had seen Kyoto expressively angry about something, and she knew the look. And she knew he needed her, as much as she needed him.

It wasn't a question to anyone in the Chamber watching what he was going through, that he hadn't done anything he was accused of. But it also wasn't a question to anyone where he was placing the blame regardless. The weight of his own hurt, the weight of the world he had placed on his shoulders was keeping him thoroughly stuck to the ground, and for all the strength he had, he couldn't get up.

He was silent for an extended time, seemingly meditating, when suddenly he asked them all to leave. Padma and Parvati did, but Blaise refused and it took Kasus to take her out of the room physically. Into the room, came Karma. She came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, appearing from near nowhere.

"Love…it's time, and I am so very sorry that there is nothing left to do, no more time for me to save you. I am so sorry, my love, that you must do this, and no one else but you. You must make The Call."

And within moments, with tears running down her face, Karma had watched the one child she wanted so badly to save, make the last step off of the edge of her advisement and her knowledge, and it inspired the feeling of a mother bird watching her chick leave the nest to fly. It was either soar away forever, or fall to its death, and nothing else in between. She couldn't do anything to save him. And she wept as she left the room.

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When Harry had allowed them all back in, he was still sitting from the exertion of making The Call, and was very silent. For what felt like forever but was really only about 20 minutes, he had made no noise at all, or no movement. Suddenly, he stood. There was something about him that made Blaise stop fighting to get away from Kasus completely, and gasp, before grasping tight to her left arm with her right. She sank to the floor, and looked up at him.

He had changed completely and not at all, all at once. But Blaise was showing evidence, as there seemed to be some kind of smoke coming from her left arm, a gray kind of smoky energy. "I'm leaving, and I am going out there. I would suggest that you keep anyone you care much about away from attacking or harassing me, if you want them alive for too long." He dropped the sword to the ground.

"How do you intend to defend yourself?" Parvati asked, seeing him dropping his two knives to the ground, as well as removing the coat they had given him. Harry didn't even speak, as he headed toward the exit to the Chamber. He pulled his arm back and with a lightning fast movement, left 4 large gashes in the side of the wooden post he walked by on his way out. Looking around, the girls ran after him, Blaise first, her left hand still giving off the gray smoke, but she held one of her blades in her right hand, blade down, and she walked, or more, stalked like a panther, after him. She was silent, and seemed to know which way he had went, while Padma and Parvati were generally clueless.

"Here's to hoping that someone doesn't say anything stupid."

"How was he able to do that?" Padma asked Blaise, completely confused. "What charm did he use, no human's nails are that strong, even transfigured."

"Padma, humanity is overrated in this world, not everyone is what they appear to be, and half the time, the ones you least expect, are the ones most likely to be. Think logically, girl. If something looks, acts, thinks and smells non-human, then it probably is. And you're the 'smart' one…ha!" Parvati spoke, while seeming as if it was just dawning on her as well.

Before they could continue to argue, there was a loud scream coming from the Great Hall direction, and they all ran off toward it, knowing exactly where Harry was immediately.

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The Great Hall erupted the moment Harry Potter entered it. It was possible that this happened because of how he entered, considering the fact that Professor Flitwick had charmed it shut, and McGonagall had literally transfigured it into one big piece of wood, eliminating the separation between the two doors. Because of that and the fact that it then had two sets of hinges, the door wouldn't open. The Hall was frantic, and it wouldn't do well to let that craze spread all over the school.

The slab of wood had thundered twice, before the door quite literally fell down with a resounding slam. And there in the doorway, he stood. His hair was disheveled, and he was panting slightly. His arms were tensed, as was pretty much every other muscle anyone looking at him could see, and there was silence, before there was a loud screaming from nowhere and everywhere at once.

Following the scream, there was silence, before suddenly Hannah got up to run at Harry, her hooks out and ready to strike. Several people got up to stop her, but couldn't get to her in time, as she was close to him, and the fury in her seemed to be working toward her physical abilities. She slashed lightning quick with both hooks, and everyone was silent and flinched as one, closing their eyes for but a moment. And when the collective eyes of everyone in the hall opened, they saw something very weird.

Hannah's hooks given in the Dueling class had changed due to the spells put on it, and were altered to make an angle, so that it was just under a 45 degree angle from the hooks, instead of round, meaning they could be used almost as knives as well, able to stab with a lunge. However, this had worked to her disadvantage, as, somehow Harry had caught both hooks with his forearms in the negative space under the points where the hook bent, and because of that, Hannah couldn't pull her weapons back. He wasn't even looking at her, his hair down, and even though she somehow couldn't see his eyes, she knew he wasn't looking at her. She pushed the hooks forward, hoping to stab him with the points, but he moved his head as if it wasn't even a threat and was a perfectly natural movement, dodging the weapons. She growled and pulled them up and brought them down as if they were some type of axe. Flinching again, the hall looked to see Harry holding the hooks, his hands on them, holding tightly. As everyone stared, something dark seemed to spiral down the points of the hooks before the drops fell to the ground.

He turned and looked directly at her, and she gasped for some reason, before he released her hooks. The hooks were bent and misshapen, and stained with dark blood.

Harry looked away from her, before walking forward in the hall. There was no real reason anyone could see as to why he was there, but suddenly the far door opened with a bang. And a small form rushed into the hall, and didn't even stop to look around, rushing forward and right to him. He seemed to be waiting, and caught the girl as she jumped toward him. Madam Pomfrey entered the Great Hall at a panting run. "She…she…she wouldn't stay…still." Then she looked at where the girl was, and the form of Hannah, as the older girl had sunk down to her knees, her weapons discarded at her sides, and blood around her.

She made a wrong assumption, but never got to act upon it. The Hall was suddenly shocked as the form of Professor Dumbledore entered. He had been missing, seen only on and off since his confrontation with Harry, and this heralded his first entrance into the Hall during a meal time since near the beginning of the year.

Everyone was silent, as the old man looked around. He looked at Harry, and a twinkle passed in his eyes, but suddenly he staggered back. "Keep your mind tricks to yourself, old man. In case you didn't know, Demons have different minds. We are naturally fucking resistant to Legimency." Everyone stared for a long moment. "Do you really think you would be able to do that to me for long? Here's a bit of something I will say and no one will believe me about." He paused for a moment and his voice rose so he was talking to everyone in the Hall. "I would not molest a little girl, especially a little girl that I care about like Cleo."

"How can we believe you, Mister Potter, if you have been not telling your classmates about what you are? You could have been keeping anything…" Professor McGonagall spoke, and then stopped as Professor Dumbledore shot her an angry and shocked look.

"What…what…what I am! Let me ask you, Professor, what am I? Because last time I checked, I was a person, not a fucking object! Am I no longer a person then? Am I an it, is that what I am, an it?" Harry was angry, and the entire Hall knew it. Hermione had her hand over her mouth in shock, and Ron was missing from the hall, presumably with his sister. Dean had tensed up, and Seamus was shaking in fury. And the reaction wasn't just the Gryffindor table. Susan Bones had tears running down her face, and Terry Boot was staring in shock. "If that is the case, then I am right bloody happy being a goddamned it then."

The most interesting reaction was Professor Snape. His head was down, and he was shaking. Suddenly he stood, his chair skidding back on two legs before falling down. His standing, in turn caused him to push the table, and the large Head Table fell off of the pedestal the teachers sat atop, and down onto the ground, spilling food, utensils, and wine across the floor. "So, Minerva, anything not purely human is a thing now? So what would I be to you, might I ask? Am I an 'it' as well?" Professor Snape spoke, before stepping off of the pedestal and walked next to Harry. "I, Severus Snape, am an it. A very special it, and my it-ness is based off of the fact that I am a partial vampire-human hybrid. And I, like Mister Potter, am proud to be an it."

Harry glanced to the man, still holding Cleo up on his hip, before he looked to the Headmaster, his eyes still hidden below his hair. Suddenly the person no one expected to speak did just that, and spoke what no one expected her to say. "My name is Hermione Granger, and my best friend is an 'it', and if that makes him any less of a person, then I don't think many people in this whole damned world deserve to be anything but primordial fucking ooze." And she rose and went to stand next to him. She hugged his unmoving form, before she looked up toward the Head Table, locking eyes with a visibly shocked Professor McGonagall.

"Filius Flitwick, Dueling champion and descendant of Dwarves, and right proud to be an it, if I am in the same company as Mr. Potter." He headed down the stairs and stood behind him.

"Dean Thomas, and my entire life, I have gotten shit over being black, treated less than human. Then I come here and it's not just my race, but my blood that people attack me over. So I figure, if that make me less than human, then I am more than happy having more people with me. Been called many names before, why not be an 'it' as well." He walked up and stood behind Harry, patting the boy on the shoulder. Seamus stood as well, saying something similar to Dean, about his Irish heritage, as well as the fact that he was a descendant of a banshee, and Cho going up as well with another girl named Su Li, their Asiatic heritage coming up as justification, and behind them, everyone found out the people who had left had returned, as Padma and Parvati came up.

"Been called every racial slur in the book, and many other things, and I am damned proud to be friends with this particular it." Padma spoke, and both she and her sister walked up and kissed Harry on the cheek, one kissing each cheek before they walked to the back next to Dean. And finally, came a loud voice.

"My name is Blaise Gabriella Zabini. By rights, I am part Demon, and very much in love with this particular it. I would give my life for it, and do anything for it, and I don't give a damn whether you like it or not, and if you have an opinion about it, you can bloody right well fuck off before I decide to see how many times I can stab a human before they stop breathing." She walked up to Harry, and he finally showed that he was alive, as he turned and looked at her, and they stared into each other's eyes. She grabbed him and kissed him, before she ruffled her hand through Cleo's hair and kissed the girl on the cheek, and then wrapped her arm around Harry's waist. It was quiet for a moment before there was the sound of someone talking.

The whole of the Hall turned and looked, as they saw a form in the corner lighting up a cigarette. "Anyone have a problem with the kid, they can fucking come and take that up with me, but as a warning, I would very much think that as an incredibly dumbfuck move to make." There was silence for a long moment, before the figure stepped from the shadows and walked forward. He was tall and lithe, long white hair flowing behind him even as he walked slow, and his head was down, the cigarette in hand and the lighter clicking open and closed as he toyed with it. He took a moment and then looked up and pushed his hair back before he spoke.

"I never liked you, you old bastard, not from the first time I met you back when your hair was still as red as the dusk sky and you thought you and your brother could do anything. And I began to hate you when you seemed to get it in your mind that all Demons were evil because one decided to kill your wife. I started to despise you when you went on some kind of crusade to make sure that the summoning of all Demons was banned and fell from practice, just because of one Demon. One.

"I realized how deeply I loathed you when you started this crusade against this supposed Dark Lord Wal-Mart or whatever his name is, because of his hate and crusade against all muggles and all those muggle-born, when you were doing the same thing. It was hypocritical to the highest order when you did the same to us, did the same to that which did nothing to you, because of one.

"Did you know that the man that the person who was once known as Tom Riddle was forced to grow up with molested and beat him? That he is more like you than you seem to want to realize. That one person changed his entire perception on a group. And Harry here, who you seem to believe as inherently evil, grew up with the lowest of the low of people, being hurt by both Wizarding and human people, and yet, he still stays to help you all. And you call him an it? Do you not understand that if anyone deserves to be called more than an it, deserves to be called the best living thing, the best fucking person in this room, its him?

"And yet you talk to him as if he were nothing, beneath you, a lone person that you can somehow chose to pick on as you please. Do you not see the people here for him? If this is the case, if this is the movement, and Harry is its leader, I will be proud to join the fight.

"My name this time around is Kyoto Nox. I am a full-blooded Demon, straight from Hell. My true name, none of you would be able to understand, but since the dawn of time I have been known as Darkness. A name many of you wizards and witches may know, is Shadow. I have been alive since before the Rise of Hell, and I am the biggest murder alive or dead, in history. I have killed more people in all of my lifetimes, than there are living in half of the entire Northern Hemisphere, and it is not something I am proud of. I am responsible for the genocide of an entire race of people. I have no qualms with killing a man, but I am not proud of it. My being does not, I repeat, does NOT affect what kind of person Harry Potter is, despite the fact that I am the one who Turned him. I am a part of him, not he a part of me, and no one will put my sins upon him. Realize that if you continue to try and hurt him, I will kill you." And he stopped talking and turned to Harry.

The younger of the two looked to the older, before suddenly Harry hugged Kyoto. Because of this, Cleo hugged the man too, having no idea who the tall man with the white hair was, but she hugged him nonetheless. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you didn't hear kid, I'm here for the party!" He smiled, before he looked back to Professor Dumbledore. "I'm taking him, so you know."

"O….oh….only a family member, parent of guardian can remove him from school grounds…" Professor McGonagall stammered.

"Genetically, I am the one who turned him. Him being half Demon and half human, I am, by justification, his 3rd and 4th parent and his brother at the same time. Demonic blood works like that. So…I'm taking him. Anything else you care to say so I can ignore you?" No one spoke, and Harry began to walk toward the Chamber. Blaise turned and followed.

"I'm going as well."

"Ms. Zabini, you will not be…"

"Minerva, shut up, she is in my House, not yours, and even though you may not have realized that, with her sitting at your table, she is in my jurisdiction, and you will not overstep your boundaries during your power trip and attempt to claim power over my students." Professor Snape walked toward her, and looked at her for a moment, before he said softly, "She is right, you can't go without you mother saying so."

"What would you say if I were to tell you that I'm her father too?" Kyoto tested. Snape looked like he was going to pass out, when the white-haired man laughed. "Alright, I'm lying, but her mother did send along a note, which she told me I wasn't allowed to look at." He handed it to Snape, and Snape raised an eyebrow at the shredded seal on the envelope. "What, she told me not to, so that made me want to. I'm like a little kid with stuff like that." Snape read the letter through, before looking shocked for a moment, and then shrugged and nodded. He walked over to Blaise and pulled her to him and gave her a fatherly hug.

"You be safe. I know it's not a problem, considering the fact that I don't think Heaven or Hell would come after you with those two protecting you, but you be safe regardless. You do Slytherin proud." He smiled before he let her go and the three made to leave the Hall. As they had left, Kyoto looked down at the door, which was still on the floor, and saw the imprint of Harry's foot on it, and smirked.

"Good work, kid, very good work."

"So…what's this about you being Blaise's father? Something happening with you and Jamie that I should know about?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Not yet, no. But I do have to call her, so we are going to have to get either a fireplace or a phone, preferably a fireplace, since she wants me to head there. Of course, someone will have to go with me or she will have to come get me, but regardless, she wants me to go back there soon." Harry made a cough that sounded oddly like the word 'whipped', which caused Kyoto to slap him upside the head, all three laughing.

"Don't talk to your father like that, young man!" Kyoto mocked, before they all laughed again.

"Yes, mommy." Harry rolled his eyes as he spoke.

"Truthfully though, its really more me being your brother, not your father, or mother, at all. But hey, I can lie to get you out of school if I want to."

"Out of school?" Blaise asked.

"Yes. The shit had hit the fan in the outside world, and it has been kept from you all. Bad shit is happening, and when you did whatever it is you did, Harry, I knew it was finally time for us to go and do something about it." By then, they had made it to the Chamber and were sitting around the table.

"So we are out to save the world, that's it?" Blaise seemed to state more than ask.

"No! Never! Let this be known from the start, we are out to have fun and kick ass. If the world gets saved in the process, so be it, but let that be known that that was never the initial intention." Kyoto smiled brightly.

"Yeah, here's to kicking ass and taking names!" Harry said, raising his glass, which Kyoto had put some of the alcoholic drink he had been carrying. Blaise had some as well, and there was a smile before they all toasted, repeating the phrase before they all downed the drink, which was immediately followed by a round of coughing by Harry and Blaise.

By the end of the night, the entire bottle was gone, and no one in the room would realize exactly how much alcohol they would need to be ready for what was ahead of them. Kyoto passively wondered if there was enough in the entire world to prepare the two for what they would see when they got out of the protective bubble of the school. "Damn you, Dumbledore, damn you to hell for making such stupid decisions for these children. You are hurting them more than you will ever realize…"

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