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Adult ++
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9,602
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Chapter 02 Shadows
Title: The Devil's Son
Chapter: 2/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess (aka BSG)
Wordcount: 1795
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Snape/Harry, Snape/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Albus/McGonagall
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: There is character angst, character insanity, abstract ideas, and attempted suicide multiple times. This is post OOTP and is slightly AU.
Note: THERE ARE NO SPOILERS TO HBP IN THIS FIC AND THIS FIC WILL AT TIMES BE EXTREMELY GRAPHIC
Summary: He had left, Voldemort was dead Harry had done his job. But it had left its scars, one's he did not want to recall. But now he's come back after nine years and the world he left has come back to greet him. Except this Harry is different, this Harry is darker and just a tad insane with a much bigger secret resting on his shoulders.
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Chapter 2: Shadows
Harry held out his arm as Hedwig glided gently onto it. She was as wise and as beautiful as she had been when he had gotten her, she was a constant companion that had shouldered his weight and dried his tears.
He stroked her breast and moved his caress down to her wings; he brought her further into the tower, she would stay with him lest the other owls be killed.
"Have you missed this place as well my love?"
She made a sound that Harry knew to be a chuckle and nodded. His fingers moved up to her crown and he smiled, the wind telling him about her hunt.
"A deer you say? Why Hedwig if you keep doing that you'll get fat!"
Hedwig bristled and her wing shot out to hit Harry's face, he laughed as he caught it and kissed the soft feathers.
"I apologize my love forgive me…"
She turned her head and he pouted leaning in close till his lips were against her beak.
"Don't be like that my sweet; it just doesn't do for someone of your elegance to 'huff'…"
He laughed as she bristled again and bit his nose. He pulled away and gently rubbed it but saw no blood. The wind was laughing as well.
"Why don't you take a nap my sweet? You've had a long day."
She shook her head and flew off, her figure outlined by the bright blue September sky. He sighed and got up stretching as he turned to face the corner shrouded in shadows, his eyes narrowing.
"Why don't you come out and face me, hmm, or are you that pathetic?" he hissed as he unsheathed his wand and a dagger and watched as the figure slinked out of the shadows.
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Lunch was a quiet affair, or as quiet as it could be in a magic hall filled with children and teenagers.
Albus smiled at the students before returning to his conversation with Minerva. He glanced down the table and watched as Hermione argued with Draco over spell use instead of potions for certain injuries. Her husband Ron - the only defense professor to break the one-year curse - just sat next to Severus in silence eating his mountain of food.
He gave a sad smile and idly wondered how they would react after so many years.
"We had an agreement Albus," Harry hissed.
"And I have kept it my boy, not even Minerva knows."
Harry eyed him before visibly relaxing, if only a little, and giving a grim smile.
"You never did believe it…"
"No," Albus replied with a chuckle, "I didn't. However, it is hard to believe a man is dead if you keep a correspondence with him."
Harry just frowned and said nothing in reply.
"Albus?'
His eyes shot back towards McGonagall and he smiled.
"Forgive me Minerva, my mind is elsewhere at the moment."
He ignored the dual snorts from Severus and Draco however, his head snapped to attention when he heard several of the students scream and a silence fell over the hall like a wave as Harry strode towards him. He stood, wand in hand, the other teachers stood as well, their own wands at-the-ready.
Only a small amount of his body relaxed as he saw Harry hastening up the center aisle, his sunglasses firmly on and his black trench coat with its infinite amount of zippers, pockets, and buckles flaring behind him as he approached the main table.
Albus gripped his wand and his body tensed as he now saw why some of the students had screamed. Harry was covered in cuts and leaving a trail of blood in his wake whiles an obviously mangled but gloved hand gripped his wand. His long hair was sticking to his bruised face from the weight of his sweat yet he acted as if he was merely strolling in for lunch.
Harry stopped in front of the Head Table, his eyes seemingly locked with Dumbledore's own.
"Headmaster," Harry calmly started in a whisper and Albus gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, "your assistance is quiet essential."
Albus could only nod before clearing his throat, the sound echoed in the silent hall.
"Everyone is to return to return to their dorms immediately and no one is permitted to leave until further notice from your Head of House!" he nodded once to Minerva who seemed to shake herself out of her stupor and took charge as Albus quickly followed Harry out of the hall.
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Hermione paced the Hospital Wing; Ron was watching her from where he sat on one of the beds. She ran a hand through her straightened hair and gave out a cry of exasperation.
"Perhaps Albus will inform us later," he tried to soothe.
"But who was that other man, Ron?"
She pinched the bridge of her nose and gazed out the window. Draco would be here soon as well since McGonagall had asked they both be in the hospital wing should something requiring both their talents occur.
"It just doesn't make any sense!"
Ron shook his head.
"Come now sweetie," he started with a chuckle despite the serious situation, "this is nothing compared to some of the things we went through when we were here!"
"I saw a white owl today…" Hermione whispered.
Ron's laughter died in his throat and his face paled.
"You-you were seeing things Mione!" he responded distraughtly.
She shook her head.
"No I don't think I was…"
"Drop it," he hissed, "just drop it!"
She sighed and her eyes glistened with unshed tears before she blinked and they were gone. They both turned and looked up when the doors opened and Draco sauntered in.
"Malfoy, do you know what's going on?" Ron asked, still sitting.
"Can't say that I do Weasley. I'm as clueless as you usually are."
Ron glared and his cheeks gained a light blush but he remained silent otherwise.
"How are the Slytherins?" Hermione asked as she started to busy herself with pulling out various potions from one of the cabinets.
"They are upset, confused, annoyed," Draco replied as he flopped down onto one of the beds.
"And Severus?"
"As in the dark as the rest of us lowly wizards."
Hermione and Ron sighed simultaneously, but they all jumped and drew their wands when the hospital doors slammed open. The man from before was lumbering towards them, one arm wrapped around Albus' waist, while the limping headmaster had one of his own arms slung over the man's shoulders.
Hermione clucked her tongue and that seemed to switch on a different personality as she briskly walked over towards a bed.
"Set him here, gently now."
Without words from the pair, the man gently laid Dumbledore onto the bed and Hermione started to categorize all the surface wounds she could see.
"A black eye, claw marks along the cheeks and chest, a bit mark on the left wrist and right shoulder," she did a scan with her wand and found that only a few other surface wounds were the only injuries the headmaster carried, but that was enough for a man of Dumbledore's age.
Albus had been oddly quiet throughout the ordeal of applying salves and forcing potions down his throat; and when she looked up to ask the other man a question and to treat him she only saw Draco talking to Ron, both their expressions serious. She gazed bask down at Albus, his infernal twinkle still in his eyes.
"Albus what did you do?"
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Harry stormed back towards the tower he had left earlier, wand and dagger still drawn.
He kicked open the door and sneered at the mangled body on the floor trapped within the elemental circle, blood seeped from almost every pore but could not spill past the white chalk on the wooden floor. He closed the door with a wave of his hand and took off his sunglasses. He tossed his wand and dagger somewhere beside him without care, his eyes narrowed.
"Now listen very closely," he growled as he stalked towards the mass, his boots click, click, clicking against the wooden floor. He shot a hand through the circle; a crackle of electricity surrounded his elbow as he grabbed the body by the neck and lifted it into the air, his eyes locking with the empty sockets of the half-rotted flesh. "I'm going to tell you this only once and you can warn the others. If you dare to attack me here again, you and anyone else will die," he hissed, his voice never rising from its steady calm.
The gnarled bulk smiled a crooked and twisted thing that spilt up to its ears to reveal rows of fangs set in a skeleton jaw.
"Such idle threats," blood spilled past the split lips and from the seams of its mouth to join the pool on the floor, "you cannot stop it," it cackled, more blood dribbled down its front and caused the laugh to sound like a gurgle.
Harry smirked.
"You know what, I think I'll tell them myself."
Harry switched hands as he pulled out his left hand and pulled the glove off with his teeth, the empty sockets widened as Harry waved the hand in front of its face. It twitched in a weak and desperate attempt to escape.
"No," it gurgled, "please master!"
"I don't make idle threats," Harry sneered before plunging his hand through the circle and into the body's chest and ripping out a beating black heart. Screams and cries of pain and horror issued from those same split lips and broken fangs. Harry continued to hold the beating heart, even pulling it out of the circle while his right hand tightened its grip around the neck.
"Eceap nit ser…" Harry whispered before closing his fist around the pumping organ completely.
He scowled in disgust as he threw the corpse and heart back into the center of the circle and watched as the carcass sucked back up all the blood and then it slowly shriveled into dust and ash. He ran his foot across the edge of the chalk circle and heard the wind sigh as she picked up the remains and carried it out the window.
Harry watched the ashes fly away before he pulled off his right glove and sighed as he heard the broken bones 'snap' back into place and the burnt flesh slowly repair itself until an unmarred hand was in his line of sight. He clenched and unclenched the hand before putting back on his glove. He licked the blood off his left hand and scowled before putting the glove back on.
He stormed out of the room, his dagger and wand flying into his hands, cursing as he went and sheathing the deadly weapons.
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Creepy ne? Wah don't hurt me! *duck frying pan and rolling pin* I promise everything will be explained TT_TT! And thank you everyone who reviewed I love you all so much!
:::PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER::: The house arrest has been lifted from the dorms and an uneasy acceptance has passed among the students as they sit for dinner only to find out who the mystery man from before is and what he's doing at their school.
Chapter: 2/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess (aka BSG)
Wordcount: 1795
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Snape/Harry, Snape/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Albus/McGonagall
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: There is character angst, character insanity, abstract ideas, and attempted suicide multiple times. This is post OOTP and is slightly AU.
Note: THERE ARE NO SPOILERS TO HBP IN THIS FIC AND THIS FIC WILL AT TIMES BE EXTREMELY GRAPHIC
Summary: He had left, Voldemort was dead Harry had done his job. But it had left its scars, one's he did not want to recall. But now he's come back after nine years and the world he left has come back to greet him. Except this Harry is different, this Harry is darker and just a tad insane with a much bigger secret resting on his shoulders.
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Chapter 2: Shadows
Harry held out his arm as Hedwig glided gently onto it. She was as wise and as beautiful as she had been when he had gotten her, she was a constant companion that had shouldered his weight and dried his tears.
He stroked her breast and moved his caress down to her wings; he brought her further into the tower, she would stay with him lest the other owls be killed.
"Have you missed this place as well my love?"
She made a sound that Harry knew to be a chuckle and nodded. His fingers moved up to her crown and he smiled, the wind telling him about her hunt.
"A deer you say? Why Hedwig if you keep doing that you'll get fat!"
Hedwig bristled and her wing shot out to hit Harry's face, he laughed as he caught it and kissed the soft feathers.
"I apologize my love forgive me…"
She turned her head and he pouted leaning in close till his lips were against her beak.
"Don't be like that my sweet; it just doesn't do for someone of your elegance to 'huff'…"
He laughed as she bristled again and bit his nose. He pulled away and gently rubbed it but saw no blood. The wind was laughing as well.
"Why don't you take a nap my sweet? You've had a long day."
She shook her head and flew off, her figure outlined by the bright blue September sky. He sighed and got up stretching as he turned to face the corner shrouded in shadows, his eyes narrowing.
"Why don't you come out and face me, hmm, or are you that pathetic?" he hissed as he unsheathed his wand and a dagger and watched as the figure slinked out of the shadows.
+++
Lunch was a quiet affair, or as quiet as it could be in a magic hall filled with children and teenagers.
Albus smiled at the students before returning to his conversation with Minerva. He glanced down the table and watched as Hermione argued with Draco over spell use instead of potions for certain injuries. Her husband Ron - the only defense professor to break the one-year curse - just sat next to Severus in silence eating his mountain of food.
He gave a sad smile and idly wondered how they would react after so many years.
"We had an agreement Albus," Harry hissed.
"And I have kept it my boy, not even Minerva knows."
Harry eyed him before visibly relaxing, if only a little, and giving a grim smile.
"You never did believe it…"
"No," Albus replied with a chuckle, "I didn't. However, it is hard to believe a man is dead if you keep a correspondence with him."
Harry just frowned and said nothing in reply.
"Albus?'
His eyes shot back towards McGonagall and he smiled.
"Forgive me Minerva, my mind is elsewhere at the moment."
He ignored the dual snorts from Severus and Draco however, his head snapped to attention when he heard several of the students scream and a silence fell over the hall like a wave as Harry strode towards him. He stood, wand in hand, the other teachers stood as well, their own wands at-the-ready.
Only a small amount of his body relaxed as he saw Harry hastening up the center aisle, his sunglasses firmly on and his black trench coat with its infinite amount of zippers, pockets, and buckles flaring behind him as he approached the main table.
Albus gripped his wand and his body tensed as he now saw why some of the students had screamed. Harry was covered in cuts and leaving a trail of blood in his wake whiles an obviously mangled but gloved hand gripped his wand. His long hair was sticking to his bruised face from the weight of his sweat yet he acted as if he was merely strolling in for lunch.
Harry stopped in front of the Head Table, his eyes seemingly locked with Dumbledore's own.
"Headmaster," Harry calmly started in a whisper and Albus gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, "your assistance is quiet essential."
Albus could only nod before clearing his throat, the sound echoed in the silent hall.
"Everyone is to return to return to their dorms immediately and no one is permitted to leave until further notice from your Head of House!" he nodded once to Minerva who seemed to shake herself out of her stupor and took charge as Albus quickly followed Harry out of the hall.
+++
Hermione paced the Hospital Wing; Ron was watching her from where he sat on one of the beds. She ran a hand through her straightened hair and gave out a cry of exasperation.
"Perhaps Albus will inform us later," he tried to soothe.
"But who was that other man, Ron?"
She pinched the bridge of her nose and gazed out the window. Draco would be here soon as well since McGonagall had asked they both be in the hospital wing should something requiring both their talents occur.
"It just doesn't make any sense!"
Ron shook his head.
"Come now sweetie," he started with a chuckle despite the serious situation, "this is nothing compared to some of the things we went through when we were here!"
"I saw a white owl today…" Hermione whispered.
Ron's laughter died in his throat and his face paled.
"You-you were seeing things Mione!" he responded distraughtly.
She shook her head.
"No I don't think I was…"
"Drop it," he hissed, "just drop it!"
She sighed and her eyes glistened with unshed tears before she blinked and they were gone. They both turned and looked up when the doors opened and Draco sauntered in.
"Malfoy, do you know what's going on?" Ron asked, still sitting.
"Can't say that I do Weasley. I'm as clueless as you usually are."
Ron glared and his cheeks gained a light blush but he remained silent otherwise.
"How are the Slytherins?" Hermione asked as she started to busy herself with pulling out various potions from one of the cabinets.
"They are upset, confused, annoyed," Draco replied as he flopped down onto one of the beds.
"And Severus?"
"As in the dark as the rest of us lowly wizards."
Hermione and Ron sighed simultaneously, but they all jumped and drew their wands when the hospital doors slammed open. The man from before was lumbering towards them, one arm wrapped around Albus' waist, while the limping headmaster had one of his own arms slung over the man's shoulders.
Hermione clucked her tongue and that seemed to switch on a different personality as she briskly walked over towards a bed.
"Set him here, gently now."
Without words from the pair, the man gently laid Dumbledore onto the bed and Hermione started to categorize all the surface wounds she could see.
"A black eye, claw marks along the cheeks and chest, a bit mark on the left wrist and right shoulder," she did a scan with her wand and found that only a few other surface wounds were the only injuries the headmaster carried, but that was enough for a man of Dumbledore's age.
Albus had been oddly quiet throughout the ordeal of applying salves and forcing potions down his throat; and when she looked up to ask the other man a question and to treat him she only saw Draco talking to Ron, both their expressions serious. She gazed bask down at Albus, his infernal twinkle still in his eyes.
"Albus what did you do?"
+++
Harry stormed back towards the tower he had left earlier, wand and dagger still drawn.
He kicked open the door and sneered at the mangled body on the floor trapped within the elemental circle, blood seeped from almost every pore but could not spill past the white chalk on the wooden floor. He closed the door with a wave of his hand and took off his sunglasses. He tossed his wand and dagger somewhere beside him without care, his eyes narrowed.
"Now listen very closely," he growled as he stalked towards the mass, his boots click, click, clicking against the wooden floor. He shot a hand through the circle; a crackle of electricity surrounded his elbow as he grabbed the body by the neck and lifted it into the air, his eyes locking with the empty sockets of the half-rotted flesh. "I'm going to tell you this only once and you can warn the others. If you dare to attack me here again, you and anyone else will die," he hissed, his voice never rising from its steady calm.
The gnarled bulk smiled a crooked and twisted thing that spilt up to its ears to reveal rows of fangs set in a skeleton jaw.
"Such idle threats," blood spilled past the split lips and from the seams of its mouth to join the pool on the floor, "you cannot stop it," it cackled, more blood dribbled down its front and caused the laugh to sound like a gurgle.
Harry smirked.
"You know what, I think I'll tell them myself."
Harry switched hands as he pulled out his left hand and pulled the glove off with his teeth, the empty sockets widened as Harry waved the hand in front of its face. It twitched in a weak and desperate attempt to escape.
"No," it gurgled, "please master!"
"I don't make idle threats," Harry sneered before plunging his hand through the circle and into the body's chest and ripping out a beating black heart. Screams and cries of pain and horror issued from those same split lips and broken fangs. Harry continued to hold the beating heart, even pulling it out of the circle while his right hand tightened its grip around the neck.
"Eceap nit ser…" Harry whispered before closing his fist around the pumping organ completely.
He scowled in disgust as he threw the corpse and heart back into the center of the circle and watched as the carcass sucked back up all the blood and then it slowly shriveled into dust and ash. He ran his foot across the edge of the chalk circle and heard the wind sigh as she picked up the remains and carried it out the window.
Harry watched the ashes fly away before he pulled off his right glove and sighed as he heard the broken bones 'snap' back into place and the burnt flesh slowly repair itself until an unmarred hand was in his line of sight. He clenched and unclenched the hand before putting back on his glove. He licked the blood off his left hand and scowled before putting the glove back on.
He stormed out of the room, his dagger and wand flying into his hands, cursing as he went and sheathing the deadly weapons.
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Creepy ne? Wah don't hurt me! *duck frying pan and rolling pin* I promise everything will be explained TT_TT! And thank you everyone who reviewed I love you all so much!
:::PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER::: The house arrest has been lifted from the dorms and an uneasy acceptance has passed among the students as they sit for dinner only to find out who the mystery man from before is and what he's doing at their school.