The Devil's Book

Harry slowly opened his eyes and didn't notice any changes, until he realized that it was midnight and there was no way he should be able to see the veins on the leaves that were in a tree across the lake.

"Draco," Harry paused trying to realize when Malfoy had become Draco and figured it had to be when he was drinking the lighter boy's blood. "what's going on. Everything looks perfect, and I'm not wearing my glasses am I?"

Draco chuckled. "No, Harry, you're not, but I do recommend that you pretend you still need them. Perfect eyesight is one of the many benefits of being a fledgling, but before we can get into your new powers you have to learn to disguise the truth. First we will work on your beautiful green eyes."

"What's happened to my eyes. They're the only things I have left of my mother!" Harry says working himself into a panic.

"Shh, Harry. You still have green eyes, there's just a black rim around them, and that's very easy to hide. I want you to think about what your eyes really look it, picture it perfectly in your mind and simply decided that you eyes are going to look like that."

"That doesn't make any sense," Harry whined trying to concentrate.

"Yes it does. You can do anything you want, and if you want your eyes green, then green they shall be."

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Draco hopefully.

"Very good, just like the gorgeous green they always were. That's the only change that people will notice, for now. It's getting late. I want you to go to sleep, and meet me tomorrow in the Quidditch Pitch at eleven. Remember though, no one can know about this, so we have to act like we hate each other, but don't worry it's not too hard, I've been doing it for years."

With that as his parting words Draco got up and left Harry by the side of the lake. As he was walking back to the castle he realized something.

"Draco said my eyes were gorgeous." With that Harry ran the rest of the way to his bed in the tower.

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"Harry, mate, you need to wake up. Breakfast is in thirty minutes," Ron says as he shook Harry awake.

Harry was about to open his eyes before he remembered to make sure they were green, something he decided that he was going to have to get used to fast.

"I'm up Ron," Harry said with slight irritation. Where did Ron get off shaking him awake, when Harry had gotten back to the dorm last night it was still empty. But, then again, if what Draco said was true then Harry was glad he was being left out. He may have drank Draco's blood last night, and turned into a, what was it, fledgling, but at least he was still in control of his soul. He thought.

"I'll have to make sure to ask him," Harry murmured as he rummaged around his trunk for clothes.

"Ask who what, Harry?" Neville asked as he walked by.

"Oh, I was thinking about something for Charms. I just have to remember to ask Professor Flitwick something," Harry lied smoothly.

"Too bad we don't have charms until tomorrow," Seamus said as he pulled on his shirt.

"Well I can wait until then. Maybe I'll even figure it out."

"Come on guys, we've kept Hermionie waiting long enough."

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The rest of the day passed surprisingly quickly for Harry as he awaited his late night meeting with Draco, hoping to get some answers to questions he had been thinking about all day. Harry waited quietly in his bed while his 'friends' sneaked out. He could even hear Ron ask Hermionie if they should look for the map again. Harry was about to snore or something, but Dean said they had to hurry. Once Harry was sure that they were all gone, he packed his bag and headed for the pitch.

When he got there Draco was already waiting.

"I want some answers," Harry said the moment he got there.

"How about I explain everything, and then you can ask away?" Harry nodded and Draco started his tale. "I already told you who I am, but not my history. You see, neither of my fathers liked me very much. I was too soft for Lucifer, and too, evil, I suppose, for God. I was shuffled between the two planes until I was finally locked into one of the cells in the deepest level of hell. I was scared and abused, but I wasn't the only one. Most people were discontent with what their final fate had been. I took advantage of that discontent. I raised myself an army, and first took over hell. I stood before my father and I killed him, but let me make something very clear. Angels or Gods or whatever, while not impossible to kill, are very hard to kill. Both of my fathers for example could only die by my sword, and some very complicated magic. You can only die by my sword as well, but you can still hurt, but that's later. Anyway, I took the steps and killed my father .I ran half the underworld by both inheritance and popular demand. I set my next sites on heaven. There is something else you must understand. Angels are not nice creatures. We feed of the blood of dead humans, many kill and torture for fun, it's rather sick. Now, you would think that the angels would raise their swords in my father's favor, but they were discontent as well. Angels hate humans, they hate how their master pays far more attention to mere mortals and turns his trusted followers into, well, slaves practically. So, when I went to the first with my idea, they loved it, and overthrow was just what they wanted. They cleared my path, and I killed God, but I was banished almost immediately. Gabriel took over, you know the one form the Bible. He's one of the worst, and that's saying something, cares nothing for anyone but himself. I became his personal slave for years before I could figure out a way to lock him up or something . So now I rule all of the afterlife, heaven and hell.

Now onto you. You are a fledgling. A step below an angel, but far above a vampire, in fact you have the possibility to become and angel. You can't really die, I already said that, and you will heal very quickly but the pain from the wounds will be, doubled at least. You have to drink blood to survive, preferably from a human or me. You can do just about anything, within limits, which we won't know until we hit them. You'll have wings that you can work on command and your fangs will come when you need to feed. I think that's everything. Any questions?" Draco finished dejectedly.

"If you killed the Devil who are my friends selling their soul to? I've been wondering since you said it."

"Me. They don't know it's me. My given name is Mortvie."

"What about my soul?"

"You still have it, as do I. It does belong to you, it's just been changed. Sort of like water becoming steam, the same, but different."

Harry looked at Draco as the pair lapsed into a comfortable silence. The blonde looked like he had just been drained of all that he had. Harry thought that he looked dejected and defeated. When Draco looked up at Harry and their eyes locked, Harry stopped breathing. After a few minutes he started freaking out a bit, breaking the moment and causing Draco to laugh.

"I forgot to mention that part didn't I? You don't need to breath, only to talk. Also, you don't have real blood anymore, it's kind of a black sludge, I don't know." Draco looks up at Harry as if the smaller boy would leave at any moment. "I'm sorry. I guess I should have told you all of this before I turned you."

"I'm kind of glad you didn't." Draco looks up confused and Harry giggles a bit. "If you'd told me I would have said no and missed out on this. I would continue to live under the control of people who don't care what happens to me. Thank you Draco." Harry looked up at the blondes face and briefly wondered how the two of them had gotten so close to each other.

"Well, in that case I suppose that you're very welcome."

They stared into each others eyes as they moved closer together, stopping when their lips were less than an inch apart. Harry swallowed nervously and Draco dipped his head so that his lips brushed against Harry's. Before Draco could move away Harry grabbed the back of his head and crashed their lips together. As their tongues battled for dominance a black fire seemed to start by their feet.