The Devil's Book
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part dix
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"Excellent. Now, I hope you understand that you are not to reveal to anyone that you know what is going on with this group," Draco said before Neville butted in.
"Wait you mean I'm going to have to stay with these monsters?"
"Of course not. They will forget that you were ever in this group and instead of leaving through that door," Draco pointed to the door that the group had entered through. "you will exit through this door," He pointed to a plain wooden door that looked a bit out of place. "and find your self in the bedroom of a certain seventh year Slytherin. You will tell him that you are no longer a part of the group you previously were. You are then free to do as you wish."
"You mean you don't expect payment for this?" Neville asked nervously. This man wasn't anything like what Dumbledore had described the Devil to be.
"I'm simply giving back what was taken from you in my name. righting another's wrong, but a wrong none the less," Draco said smiling. "You may go now." He gestured to the previously mentioned wood door. Neville stared at it for a moment before going through.
"Why would Neville want to go to the Slytherin dorms?" Harry asked Draco.
"Oh, Blaise and Neville have been dating of the better part of two years. Blaise has been really nervous about him lately though, apparently Dumbledore likes to use Crucio," Draco says as he looks at the table. Suddenly a black phone appears. Draco picks it up, and without dialing speaks into it. "You can send in the next guest Diane."
The rest of the souls were sold quickly. The people always declined being set free and signed their names in blood on the contract. If they had taken the time to look at what they were signing they would know how bad this deal was for them. An eternity of servitude for a one third increase in power, it was ridiculous.
Finally it was Dumbledore's turn. he was the last one to enter the room, and was quite irritated by then. The old man felt that he was most important, that he should have gone first, not…well, he couldn't remember who went first, but it most definitely was not him.
"Hello gentle men, I'm sure we can make this quick and painless, I really must be getting back to my school," Dumbledore said with a sickeningly sweet fake smile.
"Oh, don't worry, it will be quick. I can’t guarantee painless, though," Draco said with a malicious smile. He couldn't wait to make the old man suffer. "Now, are you absolut-"
"Of course I'm sure. Can we get this over with?" Dumbledore cut off condescendingly.
Draco just scowled before pulling out the contract with Dumbledore's name on it. The blonde then took his headmaster's hand a cut into the index finger. Dumbledore winced, but signed his name on the dotted line. Suddenly the professor fell to his knees in agony. A bright light surrounded his body as his soul left and entered the urn that was inscribed with his name. then, a small amount of power entered his body and the old man collapsed. Draco and Harry had sat watching, showing no emotion, but when Harry was sure the man was finally out he practically launched himself into Draco's arms.
"I can't believe I trusted those people. I can't believe I loved them. Why do they hate me?" Harry cried into his lovers arms.
Draco rubbed soothing circles on his love's back. "I have no idea, mon cher. You are such a wonderful person. You are amazing, strong, and brave. You deserve this less than anyone else, but alas, you are Harry Potter. You seem to attract homicidal maniacs."
Harry giggled as his boyfriends words of encouragement turned sillier. He smiled into Draco's chest, realizing, again, just how mush the boy loved him.
Suddenly, the old man, who had been previously unconscious on the floor, started to stir.
Harry removed himself from Draco’s lap and the blonde stood up and went over to the man, who until recently, had had great power over him and his love.
"Get up, you piece of human scum," he said kicking Dumbledore.
"Don’t you dare talk to me that way!" Dumbledore said as he got up. "You have no right."
"You’ll find that even if I didn't before, I definitely do now. You see, I own you now, you are nothing more than, a slave to me. I'll let you live out the rest of your life in relative peace, but remember, you will never be free. Now get out of here you filth, and take your lackeys with you," The blonde spat out before he grabbed Harry's hand and stormed out the door.
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The next day at school showed the Headmaster, and most of the staff, along with a few students, looking entirely haggard and unhappy. The members of the group did feel more powerful, but they also felt a heavy weight that none of them could understand.
Neville was happier than he had been most of the year, though he was a bit nervous when he first saw Ron and Hermione, but when neither of them said anything he knew he was in the clear though. There was something bothering him though. The Devil he had dealt with last night reminded him of someone, not at first, when he had seen the Demon with the others, but later, when it had just been the two of them. No, it had been three. Whoever was with the Devil reminded him of someone as well. Neville just wished he could figure out who.
Harry for his part couldn't help but feel sick when he had to interact with his Housemates. Harry knew that they were scum, but he couldn't forget the time when he had thought they were his friends. Every time that he would look at them, or his teachers, he would feel the urge to vomit. He probably would have to, if every time he looked up he hadn't seen his love's smiling face.
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Harry got into bed that night figuring that it would be harder than normal to sneak out. With everyone having sold their souls he saw no reason for the groups of his fake friends to meet with their leader that night. That was why he was so surprised when he heard the other boys start to whisper and shuffle around.
"I'm so glad that we finally got our power," Harry heard Ron whisper, presumably to the other bots in the group.
"Yeah, we're finally going to be able to wipe that conceited look off Potter's face," Seamus said with venom.
The two boys and Dean quietly made their way out of the room, but Harry was already in tears. He hadn't realized he was crying until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't cry Harry. You don't need those jerks," Neville said as Harry continued to sob.
Harry looked up with a tear stained face and smiled at one of his only friends.
"Thanks Neville, I know you would never betray me," Harry said looking up at the boy. Harry knew that Neville had never meant to join the horrid group, but Harry still wanted him to admit to it.
Neville, for his part, looked a bit nervous before answering. "Actually Harry, I almost did. Not because I wanted to," the boy added quickly, "but because I was forced to. I heard them going to the Headmasters office, and confronted them. They took me to see Dumbledore. He put me under Crucio and told me if I didn't join them I would be killed. I was so happy I was able to get out of it in the end. I would never hurt you Harry, you were the first real friend I ever had," the boy finished, almost in tears himself.
Harry looked at Neville before answering with a smile on his face, "I know Neville, I believe you."