Devil\'s Snare

Summary: Harry Potter has never been normal but now the “Boy-Who-Lived” has another thing that sets him apart from the normal Wizarding World. Two people from his past will return and unlock memories of new powers he’s never been able to access or remember until now. These powers are more than enough to defeat Voldemort but along with them come new enemies and trouble. Will the new magic that Harry’s accessed help or destroy everything that he holds dear?


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Devil’s Snare

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Chapter Two: Memories from the Past


All of the occupants of Number Twelve Grimwald Place moved into a wary half circle around the cloaked figure in the middle of the front hallway. Five wands were held out unmoving at the intruder and Harry was still frozen, unable to move due to shock and slight fear. The slender hand was directed straight at him, pale almost translucent flesh, made to look even lighter by the dark robes that adorned the figure’s outstretched arm.

Harry felt the oddest sensation traveling through his body. It felt as if his magic was more out of control than usual and a bit more powerful. He had an odd urge to protect himself from the figure in the room but at the same time he felt as if they were familiar, and old friend. He shifted slightly his fingers still closed over the smooth wooden handle of his wand, even though he knew that he couldn\'t use it to defend himself anyway. The odd feeling of his magic shifting inside of him was cut off abruptly and he felt strangle empty. He felt lightheaded all of a sudden as well but barely kept his balance.


“State your business!” Mad-Eye-Moody barked out in his raspy drawl. “Or more importantly,” the retired Auror growled, “tell us how you managed to enter this building. The wards around here wouldn’t have let you in or weakened unless you use the Dark Arts.” The figure turned slightly causing the cloak to twist around their feet.

“I can assure you, that I by no means used any Dark Arts to enter this structure, I can tell that the wards placed upon are weak enough for almost any witch or wizard to get through.” The half circle advanced upon the figure. “Surrounding me wouldn’t do you any good. I could disappear so fast and return to this exact same spot so fast that half of a second wouldn’t have gone by. Now if you’d let me speak you would find that I’m not someone who you could call an enemy.”

An annoyed huff of indignation sounded from Harry’s left and he glanced at his potions professor who was sneering at the unknown person at the center of the group. “The decision to whether or not you mean us harm will be made by us. If you would grace us with the honor of being able to see your face,” he said, voice silky with cynicism.

“As you wish.” The figure turned around and reached up to uncover their hooded face. The mass of fabric fell away to reveal the face of a beautiful young woman. Her skin was pale and supple, a soft pink blush dusting her high cheekbones. She reached up to pull her hair from the confines of her robes and a sheet of silver hair tumbled past her waist, shimmering as it caught the fading golden light of evening. Dark violet eyes with flecks of silver in the irises and around the pupil gazed calmly out at them all. The girl’s appearance was strange enough but the thing about her that really drew your attention was the dark crimson snake that was coiled around her slender neck. Its forehead was adorned with a golden star and it’s dark turquoise eyes glittered as the poisonous-looking creature surveyed the entire room and it’s occupants.

The strange young woman let her eyes travel to Harry again as she turned to face him once more. Emerald clashed with amethyst as the two stared at each other. Harry had a slight sinking feeling in his chest as a tingle covered his body as his magical signature was scanned by the eyes of the silver-haired creature. The tingling sensation continued to flood his body and he couldn’t break his gaze from her until the indigo eyes flashed briefly. Harry’s posture, which had stiffened during the inspection relaxed. His gaze met hers again and then as she advanced in his direction the adults moved to step in front of him again. Remus pushed Harry back towards his friends and he watched the circle of wizards continue to hold out their wands towards the figure. Her face held a look of indifference as she was scrutinized carefully.


Behind the group of adults, Harry felt Ron nudge him in the side. He glanced up at the older boy who was blushing furiously. “Is she a Veela?” he whispered. Harry shrugged with both indifference and lack of knowledge. He was more interested in figuring out who this person was. There was something about her that sparked some sort of recognition in his head he just couldn’t place what connected with her. Hermione let out an irritated sigh and whispered roughly to Ron. “That doesn’t matter right now. It doesn’t matter who she is. If she got inside of these wards then she has to be a very skilled witch! We need to be cautious!” Harry smirked and prodded the redhead in the side. “Yeah, mate, you’d best be leaving your raging hormones for another place and time,” the Boy-Who-Lived sniggered.


Ron was about to retort with a “Sod off you git,” when the newcomer’s eyes rested on the three teens. Ron stiffened and looked away from her gaze. Something about it made it feel as if you were inferior. Hermione and Harry met her gaze unwavering and the three stared at each other intently. Remus and Mrs. Weasley moved over slightly to guard the two if there was a need, but the girl waved a slender hand with indifference. “Don’t worry, if I wanted to hurt them or any of you I would have done it long before now.” Her eyes focused on the brushy haired girl and then to the boy with the bright green eyes. Indigo steadily met emerald and everyone watched the two with apprehension. Harry’s eyes suddenly lit up with recognition. “Dessmona,” he murmured softly. The girl smiled softly at Harry and moved closer to the young man. “I’m glad that you remember me. It has been a long time.”


Everyone started in disbelief and mistrust. The guarded silence in the room increased as the girl moved closer to Harry and wrapped her arms around him in a loose embrace. At first Harry didn’t move but after a few seconds he squeezed the girl back. She tightened her hold and the two ended their reunion after hearing an impatient clearing of one’s throat a ways behind them. Harry pulled away from Dessmona to look in the potions master’s dark obsidian eyes. The older wizard looked down his bulbous nose at Harry with a look of distain. “If you didn’t lack the necessary parts of your brain that allowed you to process information then this situation would have solved itself a lot sooner than your slow mind would have permitted it.” Harry glared at Snape and refrained from rolling his eyes. “Now would you please care to explain the appearance of our visitor,” the man snapped.


“I am known as Dessmona. I am pleased to meet you.” Her voice was soft and melodic; it had pleasant warmth to it that made you want to get to know her. Her eyes focused calmly on each and every one of them. She gracefully bowed her head and her silver hair fell into her face. She lifted her gaze back up to the others, first focusing her gaze on Harry. “I cannot yet tell you my reasons for being here, but I assure you that in time I will.” Dessmona froze for a second and turned her wide-eyed gaze to Snape. The professor’s and her eyes met for a moment briefly before a soft smile fell onto Dessmona’s soft pink lips. “You will find that I’m quite good at blocking others from my mind. Your Legilimency, though impressive, will not work against me.”


Snape’s expression steeled itself before his thin lips curled up into a sneer once again. Before he could say another word Moody moved in front of him wand raised. Dessmona gazed back at him her expression revealing nothing. “Since you refuse to tell us who you are, I think that a little persuasion is in order. Impedimenta!”


The spell flew straight towards Dessmona and Harry couldn’t move fast enough to block it for his friend. The girl held out her hand to block him from guarding her and the curse hit her with a forceful blow. When the light faded she still stood there, not moving. The only sign of movement was the grace floating of the silver hair around her face. A soft white glow surrounded her and the snake that encircled her neck was glowing red.


“Blimey, it didn’t do anything!” Ron gasped in amazement. “Harry was standing almost right behind her and it didn’t affect him either!” Everyone had been focusing on the fact that the spell hadn’t hurt Dessmona; they had forgotten about Harry. Dessmona’s arm was still in front of Harry holding him back. Her magic had blocked the curse from hitting him.


“You must be very powerful for that curse to not hurt you even without a shielding spell,” Moody said as he gave Dessmona an once-over. “The snake around your neck is very suspicious, of course. When the curse dissipated it was glowing so that along with your own magic must have stopped the curse from hitting you am I correct?” The girl nodded and reached up to stroke the serpent gently on his head. It’s tongue flashed out to taste her fingers.


“My own magic blocked the spell and he negated the dark energy of the curse,” she murmured. Hermione frowned slightly and stepped forward. “That wasn’t a curse, nor was it a dark spell.” Dessmona inclined her head in the brunette’s direction and gazed at her quietly for a moment before answering. “You’re right, but every spell that you use to catch someone off guard or injure them in any way holds some sort of dark energy no matter how small or insignificant.” Hermione looked slightly miffed at this realization and Ron and Harry smirked slightly at their friend’s annoyance at not knowing everything about that particular subject.


“How did your snake block the attack?” Remus asked. Dessmona looked at him slowly analyzing him. “You are a werewolf, are you not?” Remus blinked and nodded. The girl nodded in response and gently took the snake from around her neck.


“This is my familiar, Saengen.”


Gasps of surprise, suspicion, and fear sounded in the room. Dessmona didn’t move or show any other sign of surprise. She seemed to be used to this reaction. Harry looked around the room in confusion. He assumed that this was some sort of Wizarding term that he didn’t know. It was unfortunately another one of those times when the fact that Muggles had raised him annoyed him more than usual.


“What is a familiar?” Harry asked looking at his friends and the adults in the room. Snape rolled his eyes and was about to throw a scathing remark the boy’s away until a voice sounded from the stairwell.


“A familiar is one way that a witch or wizard can channel their magic. Usually it is some sort of animal and it’s tuned in directly to its owner. The familiar an it’s master bond for life; it one dies so does the other unless it’s master has entrusted it to another person. Certain familiars channel the energy offered to them in different ways and they usually guard their owner with it. Although, snakes, since they are considered to be Dark creatures are kept by Dark wizards and since you claim to oppose them it’s very interesting that you would have a serpent as a familiar…”


Everyone looked towards the stairs were Draco stood, gripping onto the banister as to steady himself, his knuckles clenched and ashen. His face had the same pale color; he was still ill from the affects of the Cruciatus that his father had placed on him a few nights prior. He wavered slightly on the stairs as he descended and Snape glided forward to steady his godson before he fell down the remaining steps.


“You shouldn’t out of bed,” the man said, his eyes showed his concern while his voice revealed nothing. Draco smirked and shrugged out of his godfather’s arms. “You can’t possibly have expected me to stay asleep with all of that noise being made down here. I assume that the wards are broken? Nothing else could have caused all of that racket,” he grumbled.


Dessmona blinked slowly and as her eyes opened they flashed silver at the blond standing unsteadily before her. Her eyes drifted slowly over his form and landed back onto his face. She looked as she was remembering something.


“You are Lucius Malfoy’s son, are you not?” she inquired softy. The snake that adorned her neck hissed angrily, and Harry caught the last bit of his sentence, ‘Nasty, murdering, bastard.” He would have chuckled had the atmosphere in the room proved that sort of gesture to be extremely inappropriate.


“Yes, I am,” Draco said, no emotion in his voice. The Slytherin mask was back on the boy’s face and the familiar cold sneer curled the boy’s mouth in a way that should never befall anyone’s expression. “What do you know of me?” he asked, his voice still icy. Most people would have squirmed under that intense gaze but Dessmona leveled it with one of her own. “Nothing, I was just inquiring. I’ve heard much about him, and I noticed how much alike the two of you look.”


Draco’s eyes narrowed. “What do you know about him? That’s he’s a Death Eater opposed to Muggles and mudbloods?” Hermione bristled at that term. “I don’t need you to bring that up.” Draco made his way closer to Dessmona and the girl just gazed silently at him as the boy advanced towards her.


Dessmona shook her head, silver tresses shimmering as she did so. \"No, no, Draco, you misunderstood me. I was just inquiring about him, that is all. I didn\'t mean to upset you.\"


Draco\'s eyes hardened as he continued to gaze at the strange woman in front of him. The way he was acting was humiliating him and going against his convictions. Even though he did sometimes hide behind an emtionless mask and he had let down his guard for Harry and the rest of the Golden Trio, he would never show this much of his stress to a complete stranger. As the steady violet gaze bore into him the blond\'s annoyance with himself grew into anger and he sneered at the fair girl a who stood less than a foot away from him.


The violet eyes narrowed at Draco and the silver hair caught the light again as its owner shook her head in disgrace. \"You shouldn\'t act so defenseive, Draco. It makes it appear as if you\'re hiding something.\" Soft pink lips twisted slightly into a sneer that matched Draco\'s. \"I thought that it was against the Malfoy\'s code of honor to show any emotion at all.\"

That was the final straw. Draco ignored Dessmona\'s words, no matter how true and reached into his pocket to whip out his wand. At that moment he didn\'t really care about his reaction and that he was rising to the other\'s comments. No one insulted him directly or his family.

Draco pointed the wand straight at Dessmona\'s heart but before he could even come up with a spell to aim at the other girl he froze and shuddered violently. HIs eyes glazed over and he dropped the polished piece of wood to the floor. It clattered loudly in the silent room as th eboy swayed dangerously on his feet. He threatened to topple to the floor until Snape went to his side and grabbed his godson before he landed onto the unforgiving hardwood beneath him. Cold yet fearful azure eyes flickered up to Dessmona who\'s aura was glowing suspicously again.

\"What the hell did you do to me?\" Draco whispered hoarsely, his throat suddenly dry. He was having a hard time breathing as well. Snape quickly took his godson\'s distress in with a critical eye before fixing Dessmona with a withering glare. \"Yes, what did you do to him may I ask,\" his voice dripping with mock politeness. \"His sudden collaspe, though he is weak from from his inuries should not have happened. The way he is acting is similar to the way a wizard would act if his magic had just been cut off from his use...\"

Dessmona tilted her head to the side a bit and gave Snape a critical stare. \"You are quite observant, and yes, that is exactly what I did to him.\" She turned her gaze to her left and met emerald eyes before continuing. \"That\'s what I did to Harry as well, but he\'s not injured so it didn\'t affect him so harshly.\"

Harry\'s eyes widened and he frowned. \"I know that I\'m known to have magic outbursts that I can\'t control but you really didn\'t have to lock off my magic, Dess. That really isn\'t fair,\" Harry said with a little distain. Dessmona shook her head and glanced back towards Draco who was still shaking in his godfather\'s arms. His skin was flushed; the blond looked as if he were about to come down with a fever. His eyes were clouded over and he swallowed hard, clearly nauseous. He still glared at Dessmona. She returned his stare with indifference.

\"I know that you probably trust me even less than what dd before even if you did at all but I thnk that it\'s time that I tell you why I\'m here. Harry and I know each other as you may have noticed,\" she said guesturing towards Harry who nodded slightly. \"I am here to unlock Harry\'s magic that he hasn\'t been able to have access to due to certain events. Also to train him for a battle that will be taking place concerning Voldemort and Lucifer--\"

\"Wait a minute,\" Remus interjected confusion spreading over his tired features. \"When you say Lucifer, are you speaking of the devil? If so, what does that have to do with anything?\"

Dessmona shifted and looked around the room as she spoke. \"Voldemort has made a deal with the devil that has to do with him purging the Wizarding world of non-Pureblood wizarding familes and such. Some half devils live on this earth and some of them are in league with Voldemort as his Death Eaters. THey don\'t all reside in Britian of course, but they exist all over the world, killing Muggleborns and even just regular Muggles for their enjoyment.

\"Due to the fact that devils are very powerful and have the most influence over the creatures of the Underworld, you can imagine how much power they have at their disposal. That;s why their such a valuable asset. A devil bows to no one, so eventually they\'ll destory Voldemort through his own greed and turn his followers against him only to fall under the control of Lucifer himself.\"

Hermione stepped forward. \"If the devil is opposite of God anyway and he is the root of all evil then aren\'t all people under his control regardless even though we have our own choices about what we say or do?\" Dessmona smiled and nodded at the brushy-haired witch. \"Yes, Hermione, wonderful observation, but there is another level of control that can be achieved with proper preparation...\"

\"How is it that you know all of this?\" Mad-Eye-Moody said, suspicion still heavy in his voice and body language. \"You must have something to do with this plot if you have so much information.\"

\"Think about it. Who would be completely opposed to the devil? Who would have been fighting for milleniums to destroy him? THat is your answer to who I am and whom I serve.\"

Everyone in the room as silent as they thought until the possible answer clicked in their brains. It only took at the most ten seconds for everyone to come up with a similar solution, bit it seemed so unbeliveable that no one wanted to speak up. The odds were too great.

\"Are you an angel?\" Ron spoke up quietly in awe and disbelief. Murmuring immediately arose in the room and all eyes were focused on the one at the center of the circle. Violet eyes quietly shifted around the room waiting for the wave of questions that were about to hit her.

\"How can you possibly be an angel? I thought they had wings and halos and the like?\" Ron blurted. Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked Ron on the back of the head. \"Maybe she changed her appearance, dolt!\" Dessmona smiled and her eyes lit up briefly before she answered again.

\"I have altered my appearance so as to not cause too much of a distraction, that is true, but in order to exist among humans and other mortal beings I had to have part of my soul bound to a mortal or half mortal to remain on this earth. Staying here takes a lot of energy and strength that I can\'t afford to loose, especially if the time comes for a battle. Only then can I use my true powers and change to my true form, but even then I have a time limit on how much time I can remain that way.\"

\"Aren\'t angels supposed to be pure and good?\" Draco said scornfully from the ground. \"I don\'t think that cutting of fmy magic from me and making me feel as sick a dog is very high and godly.\"

\"I did that for too reasons, Draco. First of all, if you had of attacked me that curse wouldn\'t of just dissapated into my defenses, it would have rebounded back into you and you would have killed yourself. I think that a short time of nasea is better than an eternity of death. Second of all, you\'re emotions were running too high and using magic in such a bothered state would have been dangerous to anyone.\"

Draco sneered slightly then winced in pain. Dessmona took a bit of pity on the boy and waved her hand over him. Draco\'s eyes widened and he instantly felt better. he no longer felt as if he were about to throw up and his injuries that his father had given to him were healed. He moved a bit out of Snape\'s hold on him and stood up. He looked a liot better.

\"Thanl you for taking that damned restraint off me and for healing my wounds,\" the boy said a bit grudgingly. Snape\'s eyes shot immediatey to Dessmona who was nodding back at Draco in welcome. \"You healed his wounds.\" It was more of a statement that a question.

\"Yes, I did,\" came the calm reply. Before the dark-hair man could respond Harry spoke up.

\"I\'m sorry, Dess, but even though I remember that I know you I don\'t know why I do. I feel empty, like I\'m missing something that\'s very important.\"

Dessmona looked back then, catching the boy\'s gaze. \"That\'s because your memories have been locked away from you to protect you from reality.\" When Harry and the others got confused, and suspicious looks across their faces Dessmona continued. \"A long time before your birth a deal was made between Heaven and Hell, and it involved you. Between God and Lucifer, the greatest enemies of all time and existance. Each one sent a messenger to a secret place to discuss the proposition. A fight over your soul.\"

Harry looked dumbfounded and stepped back away from Dessmona, a stricken and shocked look crossing his features. \'My life, has it been a lie for all of this time? Who am I really?\' Harry shuddered and moved farther away when Remus and Mrs. Weasley moved forward to comfort him as well as Ron and Hermione. He wrapped his arms around his thin frame. \'A fight over my soul? Has it been resolved? Well if it had of, then I most likely wouldn\'t be here, would I?\' he mused.

Harry dropped his hands and clenched his fists argrily to his sides. \'What\'s worse than knowing that all I know might be a lie is that I\'ve been manipulated again! I know that people rely on me to defeat Voldemort and other things like it but, can\'t I just go through life without being used like this. People who care about me, or claimt hat they do so should have realized by now that I hate being twisted aorund like this!\'

\"If you\'re finished with your inner turmoil, then it would be nice if your aquaintance could finish her tale of this bargain for your soul, Potter,\" a snarky voice came from his left. Harry lifted annoyed green eyes to his potion\'s professor and gave him a half-hearted glare and turned towards Dessmona, who looked expectantly at him as if waiting for him to explode.

Harry took a few calming breathes and began to speak. \"There was a bargain over my soul?\" A calm nod answered his question. \"It is still going on as we speak. Your soul is fighting against itself, against you, your morals, values and the like are all at conflict with one another. That\'s why I\'m here, to help you gain control of your magic and to train you and your friends to protect themselves against Voldemort and Lucifer.\"

\"You can\'t possibly expect them to fight against \'You-Know-Who\' and the devil, can you?\" Mrs. Weasley blurted out in exasperation and anger. \"They are only children who haven\'t even the slightest idea of what tricks he might have up his sleeve.\"

\"Molly, I doubt that The Dark Lord would be low enough to use these so called \'tricks\' you mentioned against them.\" Snape snapped.

\"Yeah, you would know,\" Ron mumbled under his breath, but everyone heard him just the same. Snape\'s onyx eyes hardened as he stared down Ron, and the boy did look indeed slightly terrified. The man moved closer and stared down his prominent nose at the redheaded boy who flinched at his angered glare. At that moment Mrs. Weasley moved in front of her son and turned towards Ron with an expression of anger.

\"You shouldn\'t speak of things you don\'t understand, Ronald.\" Said boy winced at the use of his full name. Mrs. Weasley turned away from from Ron whose face was still a brillant shade of red that nearly matched his hair. Harry smirked slightly at Ron before focusing again upon Dessmona.

\"The fact that you\'re soul is being fought over is important but right now there are more important things to do.\" She stepped closer to Harry who unconciously stepped back. Dessmona shook her head and came closed and reached up with one slender hand to Harry\'s face. Their eyes met and Harry froze, he tried to move, but he couldn\'t. His magic had been locked again.

Dessmona reached out and gently touched the side of Harry\'s face and ran her fingers down the slightly flushed skin in a calming motion, and that was the affect it had on Harry. His eyes clouded over slightly and he wavered on his feet a bit. The angel finally reached up and pressed two graceful fingers to Harry\'s scao and the boy\'s eyes widened as he felt torrents of magic course through him.

A uncomfortable tingling sensation began to spread through Harry\'s body, it felt as if all of his magic was coming to the surface of his skin. It was a warm feeling that quickly turned burning hot. He wavered on his feet again, the heat and rush of magical energy being almost to much for him. Then a pounding headache tore through his scar, not unlike what happened with the visions from Voldemort, only a bit worse. All of his memories inside of his head were being shifted and uncovered and Harry stumbled back until he felt his back hit the wall and leaned heavily against it for dear life.

Soon the terrible burning and headache were gone and Harry reached up to touch his scar. It felt sticky and warm and wet and had a certain consistancy that only one liquid could have. Blood. His struggled to open his eyes but they felt as if they were being weighted down. Then he heard the concerned voices.

\"Harry? Harry? Are you alright?\" Hermione was trying to rouse Harry from the strange trance that he was in. Ron stood next to her along with Mrs. Weasley and Remus. Moody and Snape on the other hand had rounded on Dessmona again after Harry had nearly collasped after whatever strange spell she had placed on the boy.

\"The only thing that I did was restore his memories that we had covered up.\" Two wands were pointed towards her. \"The reason why they were hidden is becuase if harry ha dthe memories of his powers and who he is, he might have lashed out unentintionally on his peers and with his powers being as unstable as they are, he might have killed someone.\"

\"And just how did he get these powers you keep rambling about?\" Moody growled. Dessmona shook her head in slight annoyance. \"The only time that Harry is aware of them is when he is asleep and in his dreams he is transported to a secret place to train for the battle that I\'ve been telling you about. Only then is he aware of who he is and the knowledge disappears as soon as he awakes!\"

\"Where is this place you speak of?\" Snape asked.

\"Hell,\" Dessmona said simply.

Complete silence covered the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and froze. Seven pairs of eyes stared at the angel in disbelief. Harry still hadn\'t recovered from his memories being unlocked so his eyes were still closed but he wasn\'t leaning against the wall anymore. The only sound in the room was his rough breathing.

\"He was trained in Hell?\" Ron stared back at Harry in disbelief. He didn\'t know that much about Muggle religions but he knew that you only went to Hell when you died and were an evil person. Harry was not dead nor was he evil, so why...

\"Yes. All of that will be explained soon enough. It has to do with the battle over Harry\'s soul. Part of the deal was that Harry would be born as a wizard to experience the good and bad aspects of life through a mortal point of view. He could see both good and evil, but in exchange he would have to go to Hell and train for the tasks that will befall as soon as his memories take hold. He has to make a choice.\"

Harry shifted slightly and calmed his breathing and opened his eyes slightly. Everyone was watching him worriedly or annoyingly in a few people\'s cases. Harry blinked and then finally opened his eyes. Mrs. Weasley gasped and Ron, Hermione, and Draco backed away slightly from the boy.

Harry\'s eyes glowed bright red as they slowly surveyed the room. The tired and worn expression had fallen from his face to reveal a hard and mistrustful look. Each person that he looked at with those eyes flinched or looked away in fear except for Snape and Moody of course even thought they did look quite unsettled with those bright orbs shining fron the boy\'s face. They showed the hidden power that resided within the boy and eeryone in the room could feel it.

Only Dessmona seemed unfazed by Harry\'s change in appearance. She bowed her head slightly in greeting as if Harry and she had never met. A soft smile came to her face.

\"Ah, Avenairu, it seems that you have decided to surface once again.\"

The harsh ruby eyes flashed briefly before a sneer twisted the boy\'s mouth; an expression that had no right to be there. \"It\'s about time too, I\'m getting quite tired of being trapped inside of this weak, pathetic body.\" Harry/Avenairu smirked as he gazed around the room again. \"What is it, has my appearance frightened you all so much that are can;t find your tongues? Amusing...\" he thoughtfully rubbed his chin and the smirk widened even more. \"I don\'t think that my counterpart, the Innocent One could ever do that.\"

Harry/Avenairu sudden shook his head and closed his eyes, trembling. When he opened them again, they were back to their calm, if not confused, emerald. Harry put his head in his hands and ran his fingers down his face.

\"What was that?\" were the first words out of his mouth. He looked around quizzically at everyone. They were staring at him in astonishment, wonder, suspicion, and slight fear.

\"Whatever just happened to you Harry, it seemed as if you were a completely different person,\" Draco said, his gray-blue eyes assessing the dark-haired boy carefull. \"It looked like you were a completely different person, it was just plain weird! You, Avenairu, or whatever was speaking of you in third person; it was like you have two personalities!\"

Harry shook himself one more time. \"I know, but I can;t explain why it happened. I know that it\'s strange, but I fell as if I have another presence in me, another half... I can\'t really explain it.\"

\"Bonkers,\" Ron blurted out. \"You\'re just completely bonkers, mate, there\'s no doubt about it.\" Hermione hit the redhead in the ribs again in annoyance. Harry laughed slightly but the soft sound faded at the intense looks that he was getting from everyone else.

\"This is unbelievable,\" Mrs. Weasley said hoarsely. \"I don\'t know what you just did to Harry, but you\'ve most likely opened him to all sorts of Dark Magic. Don\'t even try to say anything; I saw that look in his eyes. He\'s been possessed by something, something evil and you\'re to blame!\"

Dessmona shook her head. \"The only way to remedy this is for Harry to gain control over his other half. It will be hard work, but you can do it,\" she said, looking intently at the raven-haired wizard. Harry said nothing.

\"I remember who I am,\" he whispered. \"My other half, I mean. I can\'t accept it, I just can\'t!\"

\"What do you mean, Harry?\" Hermione asked gently. \"I can\'t accept myself beause I\'m so evil, such a revolting and despised creature.\"

Dessmona huffed in annoyance. \"Harry, you can\'t classify yourself as a creature. A half-mortal, yes, but not a creature.\"

\"He\'s not entirely human? What are you talking about?\" Snape rose an eyebrow in question. \"It isn\'t possible for someone to be half-mortal. There would be certain characteristics that would be painfully obvious were you to look at the boy or pay close enough attention to him.\"

\"He\'s part of some Dark Creature, I\'m sure of that,\" Moody said in distain. \"It\'s not your fault, Potter, but this monstosity who claims to be a Heavenly being, not that I believe in that nonsense myself.\"

\"If you cannot accept Harry who he is right not, you will never be able to handle what te future holds for this boy! All of you need to put aside your prejudices and fears and join the fight against Voldemort and Lucifer unless you want this world to fall into more trouble than it\'s already in!\"

No one spoke for a few seconds. Everyone was trying to let what Dessmona said sink in. To have to accept that Harry was some sort of half-mortal being that was evil and could harm them at any moment was appalling and they didn;t know how to accept it.

Remus was the one who spoke up finally. \"Harry, what is your other half, exactly?\" Harry turned sorrowful green eyes towards Remus and sighed softly before closing his eyes, steeling his facial expression and opening the green pool again.

\"The other half of my soul is a Devil.\"

(I\'m planning on adding more to this chapter, but hopefully this will satisfy your need for an update for a few days... IT\"S NOT A CLIFFY!!!)

..………………Devil’s Snare……2……Devil’s Snare…………………

I hope that all of you forgive me for not updating! I just got my computer back today and even though my mom let me use her laptop, the document obviously wasn\'t saved on it so I couldn\'t update. I\'m using WordPad until I reinstall Microsoft Word so please forgive me again if there are misspelled words and other grammar errors. My e-mail account is messed up, I need to have my mom reactivate it (my computer was VERY messed up as you may or may not have gathered from my tale of its incompetiance) so I can e-mail one of my reviewers (Hazel Wolf) who seems interestd in being my beta.

Well, if any of you are wondering why Dessmona, isn\'t acting so \"angelic\" that will be explained in the next chapter.

If you\'re wondering about the name \"Avenairu\" I know that it sounds Japanese, but it\'s not. It just popped into my head; I made it up and it just stuck with Harry\'s other half so just in case you wanted to know...

On another note, I might put in my idea of how to bring Sirius back from the veil, but that\'s only if you want me to. He and Remus will be together if that happens, if not then Remus will only mention to Harry (later on in the story) about their relationship. ^_^;

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