Harry Potter & the Demon Blood
Don't own HP so shoot me if I say other wise.
Chapter Two
Harry woke with a start. He looked around. Everything was normal.
It must have been a dream.
It was then that he noticed his ring.
"Shit." Was all he said. About that time he realized that even with the ring on he could still see and smell and hear just as well as he could last night. Scary. Was all he thought.
He went out side, knowing that his aunt wanted him to mow the lawn again. Personally he thought that if that lawn was mowed one more time it would die in this draught.
He let his mind wander as he went into auto pilot, having done this almost all his life.
So I am a half demon. Just figures. I mean Fate just couldn't let me be. It just had to throw this into the mess. Oh well. It's not like this is anything new. I mean first my parents are killed. Next the guy who killed my parents tries to kill me. He fails and ends up becoming a messed up ghost. After that I get sent to a house to live with a rhino, a giraffe and a hippo. I still can't figure out how she could give birth to him. I mean I saw his birth certificate. He weighed twenty pounds already at birth.
But after that I became a human house elf for ten years. Then I find out I am wizard. At school I end up fighting a possessed teacher after getting past all of the traps that were keeping the sorcerer's stone safe. Why it is that three eleven year olds could get past all that I can't figure out.
Second year was no better. I mean hearing a basilisk talking a lot and then later fighting said basilisk. Third year I find out I have a godfather and that he is out to kill me. Next I find out he is only after a rat owned by Ron. Soon after I end up going back in time, save Buckbeak, fend off a hundred dementors, and save my godfather from the kiss.
Fourth year was mayhem. I got entered into that stupid tournament and then I some how manage to win. It really sucked that the cup was a trap. So next thing me and Cedric know we are who knows where and next moment he's dead. I get tied to a tombstone, which really is not comfortable, and watch as Voldemort goes from ugly baby to nude snake face. I end up dueling said snake face man, who thankfully had clothes on now. I escaped with Cedric's body.
Fifth year was the worse. Umbitch with her controlling, and then to end the year I end up breaking into the department of mysteries. Why is it that the wizard world has such bad security? I mean first I get the stupid stone and then I break into the DoM. Now what is wrong with that? A lot.
But it turned out to be a trap and in the end I got possessed after Sirius died. I threw off the possession and snake face got away.
"Hey hot thing!" He was snapped out of his thoughts and looked to see a girl walking towards him from across the street. She was wearing tight fitting blue jeans and a Native American style shirt with loose fitting sleeves and braided strands that ended in beads. On her feet there were black sandals that were of the Greek style but modernized in the sense that they had more of a bottom. Her hair was a beautiful black silk that went down to her waist and had light red highlights in it. From here he could see she had ice blue eyes.
Thinking that she was talking to some one he couldn't see he went back to mowing. After all, he still thought that he looked anorexic.
"Hi!" The girl said as she leaned over with her hands behind her back so her face was in front of him. Her hair hung over her shoulder now.
Guess she is talking to me.
"Hey." He said as he shut the mower off. He glanced down at himself for a split millisecond. He was in black pants, a tight fitting tank top, also in black, and combat boots, all of which he had bought earlier in the summer. After all what is the use of tons of money if you don't spend it.
"Yes, well I was walking down the street and I saw you, and well I just got the urge to make you a sex slave!" She said.
"I'm sorry?" He half hoped that he had heard wrong or that this was just a really screwed up dream that never seemed to end.
"My name is Mya. What's yours?" She acted like she didn't say anything. But there was a glint in her eyes that made him a little uneasy.
"It's Harry." He said, brushing off the glint in her eyes and passing what she said before as his imagination.
At that moment the local hippo, aka Dudley walked out of the house with his gang. He spotted Mya.
"Hey Mya, ready to go?" He said, trying to sound hot. Course watching a pig that is the size of a hippo try to be sexy is like looking at a nude old man that is so wrinkly he could hide a weapon in them.(Heeeeevvve. Spluuurtt. Huuurrrlll. Wipes mouth.)
Harry, feeling that he was out of the picture again, started up the mower again in one quick pull.
"Oh wait, why is he mowing your lawn?" Mya asked.
"That's what he does. Come on or we'll be late." He put his arm around her and started leading her away. She glanced back at Harry who had finally finished mowing and was now leaning against a tree with the mower in the shade to cool down. He had his head tilted back and staring at the sky.
Hours later Harry was in his room reading a random muggle book when he heard the door down stairs open and several people walk in. He recognized the heavy thuds of Dudley walking up the stairs. He smelt others too, most likely his friends. He recognized Mya's scent. It was far different from the others for some reason.
He heard them walk into Dudley's room and open some kind of a bottle. Most likely rum or vodka.
Deciding to ignore them and test out his new body, he took out a pole that he had bought. It was designed to stretch between to walls and hold plenty of weight.
He first placed it above his head. With a quick swing he had his knees bent around it and he was upside down. And so he started to do crunches and sit ups while he had a fifty pound weight strapped around each wrist. When he reached one hundred each he flipped off of the pole and placed the weights on the floor. Taking some string he put the weights on his ankles and then used the string to tie them together. He did a quick hand stand and started doing push ups. About the time he had reached fifty seven his door opened. He didn't bother looking, as he knew his uncle and cousin would make more than enough noise and his aunt's perfume would soak the air as soon as the door opened.
"If you are looking for the bath room, it's across the hall." He said, guessing that it was one of Dudley's gang. He went back to focusing on counting.
The door finally shut and Mya leaned against it on the out side. She had been wondering what was in the spare room that Dudley was hiding. He never mentioned that he had another guy living there. She had seen him out side that morning and her instincts drove her too him. Thank god she had caught herself after he had said 'I'm sorry?'. If not she would have done something that she would most likely regret.
She went back to Dudley's room.
"Hey Dudley, does that guy from this morning live here?" She asked.
Dudley seemed to have panic in his eyes.
"Only during the summer. He goes to a correctional school the rest of the year."
"Really? Why have you never mentioned him before?" He looked to be getting more nervous.
"Cuz he doesn't want me to."
"Why?"
"Why the sudden interest? Now leave him alone."
She sat down and picked up a bottle. She took a big swig and thought about several things as she got more and more drunk.
Harry kept up his work. After he finished the push ups he undid the string and hopped up on the pole after he put it near the ceiling. He began lifting his legs at the different joints.
Through the evening he continued to test his strength, counting to one hundred on each exercise. Finally it was late enough to go to sleep with out being yelled at. And so he did just that.
But for some reason he kept getting a weird smell. It was familiar to a point but different all the same. He heard his door open and some one slowly walk in, so silent that he barely heard the foot steps. He opened his eyes and saw Mya leaning over him with that glint in her eyes again.
"Whoa!" He half shouted as he leapt off his bed and landed on his window sill, which was open thankfully. He noticed that she had a slight drunken blush.
"Hiya!" She said happily, as if guys jumping straight from bed onto window sills was normal.
"Uh… Hey. What are you doing in here?"
"I wanted to talk to you. Why hasn't Dudley talked about you?" Her face was starting to become more somber looking.
"I don't know, I just live here during the summer."
"Why?" She looked like the alcohol was out of her system now but she held the perkiness she had earlier.
"I go to a boarding school for people who have problems."
"What's your problem? You seem nice enough to me."
"……"
"Can I shag you?" The glint was much brighter now. He half wanted to jump out the window.
"What are you?" He said in a half joke, thinking about how she went from asking him about his past to asking if she could shag him. He didn't expect what she said for a reply.
"A half demon." This time he nearly fell out the window.
"What did you say?" He said still in shock, having caught himself before he fell out.
"I'm a half demon."
"Prove it."
Suddenly the choker that she was wearing glowed for a split second. It was like a bucket of water was dumped on her. Her eyes became an ice purple and her retinas became slitted. Her skin became a blood reddened tan and black angelic wings sprouted from her back. Her hair became longer and the red highlights became more dark, and realistic in a sense. Her ears were pointed.
"Wow." Was all he could say.
She activated her choker again and in an instant she was human again. She started mumbling about being stupid and letting a human see her true form.
"What's wrong?" He asked, though he already knew because he could hear her just fine.
"I am really sorry but I am going to have to erase your memory about this." She went to put two fingers on his temple with lightning speed. Because he wasn't used to it he didn't react as quickly as he could have. He blacked out, hearing her say one thing before he lost notice to the world.
"Why do I have to be so stupid when I am in heat?"
He woke the next morning feeling like he had gotten drunk.
"Ow my head." He walked out of his room and down the stairs, starting breakfast as always.
He heard several people coming down the stairs and at least five gasps. He was in the middle of flipping pancakes with two spatulas. He finished quickly and put one of them down before moving to the sausage. He heard whispers behind him.
"Big D, I didn't know Potter could cook."
"Why is he cooking breakfast at this hour?"
"Hey Harry, what are you making?" The last one was Mya.
"Sausage, pancakes, waffles, eggs in sunny side up, scrambled, and boiled, oat meal, bacon and omelets." He said with out turning around. He heard Dudley gulp like he was caught doing something illegal or something.
"Sounds tasty! Can I have some?"
"Sure, if Dudley will share."
"What do you mean?"
"This is just his usually, isn't that right Dudlikens. After all a growing boy needs his food." He said the last nine words in mimicry of how Petunia talked when addressing Dudley about things like that.
"Take that back!" The hippo shouted.
"Why, it's true, I mean how else can you get that big, even on a diet? Oh that's right, drugs, beer, and smuggled food. Again, the more food the bigger ye are eh Dudlikens?"
"Stop calling me that! Or I'll get you in trouble."
"Go ahead, not like I need to go to the correctional school anyways, I mean it doesn't help one bit." He was smirking but he had yet to turn around, as he was still making food.
Dudley was beyond mad now. He ran forward with his fist raised. Just as he was swinging it at his cousin, Harry spun around and blocked the punch.
"Try a muffin Ickle Dudley." He shoved a muffin in Dudley's mouth and walked past him. "Foods on the counter, enjoy." He walked out the front door. He walked to the park and climbed up into a tree. Lying on a branch he looked up through the leaves at the sky.
Yes, he knew that trees were very comfortable. After all he had hid in them for most of his life.
R&R please.