Discalimer: I own nothing at all. Except for Dave Potter and the demons I add here and there.

AAL: I dedicate this chapter to Storm's Pride. Storm's Pride is the first to notice what I said in the prologue, or at least has mentioned it I believe. Also, I'm sorry. I meant to update this story once a month at least and now it's almost December, meaning I didn't update in October and almost missed November. Again, I'm sorry it took so long to update.

Chapter Ten:

Weeks had flown by, and suddenly Halloween was approaching. Everyone in Hogwarts was preparing for the Halloween Ball that would be taking place.

The Marauders had called off the Prank War temporarily, which would be picked up again during Summer.

Their was also a new transfer student, who had also been sorted into Slytherin, Aphael Valen. He was a head taller than Harry, had black hair with natural blond highlights, tan skin, and cold violet eyes. Harry had been shocked to see him attending Hogwarts.

Aphael Valen, in truth, was a high-ranking Demon Lord. (See where the title comes in yet?) He was also one of Harry's secrets that only Dave truly knew about.

No one, except Harry and Dave, knew that the Snapes owed Aphael's family several debts, such as a blood debt, some money (quite a bit actually), and a magic debt.

Harry had been eleven when he had first met Aphael, who had pretended to be the same age as Harry.

-Flashback-

Harry watched clouds go by, laying on his back in the tall grass belonging to his family's backyard.

He heard someone crouch beside him, and turned his head slightly to see who it was.

A boy with an elvish face, and who was around his age, was studying him with violet eyes set into tanned skin. Black hair with natural blond highlights framed his face and almost hid his pointed ears.

The newcomer spoke first in a critical way. "You're not much to look at, unless you were to take off the glamours."

Harry frowned, and watched this boy with an alertness he had since he was six. "How do you know about the glamours?"

"I'm a demon. (hehehehe. I just got an image of Draco as a kid saying something similar.) We know lots ofthings. For instance, your brother is actually your half-brother, not your biological blood brother." The boy announced proudly.

Harry glared at him. (He's already mastering the glare technique. sniffle. I'm so proud of him.) "I don't like you."

Harry then got up and beganwalking back to the two-story house his family lived in.

"I'm Aphael. What's your name?"

Harry turned to face Aphael and tell the "demon" to buzz off when a strange compulsion came over him, and reluctantly he gave his name. "Harry."

Aphael nodded. "Well, Ive got to go. So, see ya around."

Aphael disappeared, but a book was left behind. Harry walked over and picked up the book, curiosity overcoming his weariness. "The Encyclopedia of Demons and Their Cultures," Harry read softly aloud.

Shrugging, Harry went back inside carrying the book with him.

-End of Flashback-

Currently, Harry, Draco, and Aphael were walking to Herbology class. Draco would glare at Aphael everytime Harry turned to talk to the violet-eyed demon, who in returned smirked back smugly at the blond-haired wizard. Harry pretended to be oblivious for now. ignoring the high tension in the air, deciding it was the safest thing to do at the present time.

Harry nodded to himself, lost in his own thoughts, as Draco and Aphael got into an argument over what time of day is better. Draco was all for sunsets. (He's a romantic at heart, don't let him fool you otherwise.) Aphael was all for night time.

Harry decided to put in his two cents, and throw the bickering duo at the same time if possible. "I like Spring more than any other time of the year."

Aphael and Draco both blinked, and then they both said (at the same time), "That's my favorite season, too!" (cackles slightly. I love doing this to characters.)

Realizing what they had just said, Draco and Aphael glared daggers at each other.

Harry laughed gleefully as he ran ahead, shouting over his shoulder, "We're going to be late!"

Draco was the first to break of the glaring war, never one to be late to class even if his life depended on it, and rushed off after Harry. Aphael was only seconds behind Draco in his actions.

Tom Riddle watched from the window in his Charms class. He was sitting by the window in the back of class.

Tom glared darkly at the young Malfoy heir, and his newest rival Aphael Valen. Tom cursed his luck at being born an year early (a year before Harry).

In that moment, watching theyounger three Slytherins runningto the greenhouses, Tom swore to himself that Harry would be his.

Yay! I finally updated. This was way better thanI thought this chapter would be. Next up: The Halloween Ball, and then the Thanksgiving Interlude! That's all I'm giving a way for now. Oh, and next chapter will be longer than this chapter, promise!

Again, sorry it took nearly two months to update.

R&R please.