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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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I’m just another obsessed, slashy, fan-girl.

Pairings:

HP/SS, HG/RW, RL/SB(mentioned), DM/OC HP/OC (One-sided)

Warnings:

Abuse, Violence, Swearing, Slash, AU, Bloody Gory Details, unedited grammar errors...

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Notes (1):

Let me warn you before you decide to flame me about spelling and grammar errors. I just got my computer back and I need to reinstall Microsoft Word so for now I\'m using WordPad, which sucks! So please don\'t flame me about spelling and all of that! I\'m going to eventually fix all of the chapters and repost them and more soon so please bear with it for a bit. Thanks.

Any other flames are welcome.

Notes (2):

I\'m sorry to say that this story will most likely not follow the story line of \"The Half-Blood Prince\" at all. Not only am I disappointed with the book, but it messes up my storyline completely. Now this story is offically AU so I hope that you will still enjoy it anyway. I wish that I could follow the book, but it will only give me a severe case of writer\'s block!

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Devil’s Snare

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Chapter Three: Adjusting to What We Don\'t Understand


Harry sat silently on his bed picking dejectedly at a piece of loose thread on the quilt. Dinner that night had been so uncomfortable and awkward. Everyone had been subdued and the conversations were forced and too polite. Mad-Eye-Moody had remained for dinner along with Snape, via Mrs. Weasley\'s request. That in itself had made conversation even more strained becasue of Moody\'s naturally suspicious nature and the lack of friendlyness from the Potions Master. Harry and Dessmona sat next to eat other and Hermione was on Harry\'s right and Ron sat next to her. Draco had sat across from Harry next to Snape who sat next to Remus. Mrs. Weasley had sat next to Moody was was inspecting his food as if expecting it to jump off of the plate and curse him.

The entire table was too quiet and tense and the hairs on the back of Harry\'s neck were standing on end; he could feel the glances and mistrusting stares that he was getting from everyone. This unconfortable silence and shifting of utensils as Mrs. Weasley finished passing the food to everyone at the table. Harry had just picked at his dinner and pushed the food along on his plate until Dessmona pocked his in the side.

\"Harry you need to eat,\" the angel had sad softly scolding him. If anything that made Harry even more annoyed. Even though she meant well Dessmona was just going to end up as another one of those peopl who was too overprotective of him.

Harrry scowled and stabbed the meat on his plate before pushing it into his mouth with anger and annoyance as he mercilessly pounded the poor meat with his teeth. The smacking sounds were loud in the deathly quiet room as Harry chewed. Hermione was gazing at Harry with a sympathetic look and Draco, along with Snape, were looking at Harry\'s table manners in disgust. Dessmona was looking at him disapprovingly and Harry ignored her until he heard a soft hissing sound coming from the snake on the angel\'s neck.

The sounds were low and comforting to the aggitated boy, but as he continued to listen he noticed that he couldn\'t understand a word that the snake was saying. It unnerved him; Harry was a Parseltongue, how could he not understand a snake? As he continued to listen he was surprised to hear Dessmona say something back to the crimson serpent. It was in the same strange language and it irked him to no end that he couldn\'t understand them. Harry noticed that nearly everyone had stopped staring at him to listen to what Dess and her familiar were talking about even thought they couldn\'t understand.

Hermione nudged Harry in the side and when he looked at her she tilted her head and asked softly, \"What are they saying?\" Harry frowned back and shrugged. \"I don\'t know; they\'re not speaking Parseltongue. It sounds familair, but I don\'t know what language it is...\"

Draco was watching Harry and Hermione as they talked and he raised an eyebrow at Harry. \"You don\'t understand it but it sounds familiar? It can\'t be a human language; that\'s for sure.\"

Harry shrugged again. He focused his gaze on Saengen and Dessmona\'s conversation, which had stopped. The snake turned its gleaming turquiose eyes on the boy and a long forked tongue flicked out to taste the air, most likely to taste the boy\'s scent.

\"Is everyone here always this quiet and subdued? I thought that dinner was a talkative occasion?\" Saengen hissed softly. Harry blinked and hissed back, \"No, well some of the people here are, but it\'s not supposed to be this quiet at all.\"

Everyone was focusing on Harry and Saengen with rapt attention. Harry ognored their stares and silently berated himself for using Parseltongue around them. The fact that he had the strange ability was looked down upon by most wizards and was thought to be a Dark Art. Harry continued to ignore the stares that he recieveing from his friends and continued to focus on Saengen.

\"Everyone is stiff because of the knowledge of what you are, yes?\" Harry nodded and smiled slightly at the snake\'s particualr speech pattern. \"They fear what they know not, typical of weak-minded human mortals.\" Harry laughed out loud at that comment and smiled at the reptile who regarded him in return with calm turqoiuse eyes. \"That\'s true,\" Harry hissed softly while moving his gaze back to his plate and began to eat again with enthusiasim.

Tense moments passed by after that until Harry looked up from his food and glanced down the table at Ron. The redhead was sitting there picking at his food quietly just as Harry had done earlier when he had been stared at. Out of all the others, he hadn\'t really done anything in regards to the fact that Harry was a devil. Harry was concerned about that, Ron was his best mate after all and when the boy was silent it either meant two things; he was angry with Harry for some way or jealous of him. Harry hoped that wasn\'t the case. It always unnerved him that Ron had so much jealousy inside of his mind aimed towards him.

\"Ron, you\'re not eating,\" Mrs. Weasley said looking over at her son in concern. The boy grunted in responce and kept pushing foood around on his plate. Hermione nudged the boy in his side and gazed at him until blue eyes rose to her brown ones.

\"Ron, you\'d better not end up getting mad at Harry again for something that\'s not under his control. Being jealous of him is going to ruin your friendship even more.\" Ron frowned at Hermione\'s words and turned back towards his plate but the bushy-haired girl hadn\'t finished her speech. \"Instead of moping around you should be trying to find some way to help Harry adjust to this. We\'re his best friends and he needs our support!\"

Harry smiled slightly at his friend\'s words but silently berated the girl for speaking about his as if he weren\'t even in the same room, sitting next to her no less.

Hermione turned her gaze back towards Harry again and smiled slightly at her friend. She was getting tired of the silence in the room and decided to start a conversation. \"So, Harry,\" she began, \"Earlier when you started speaking of yourself in third person, could you still hear what was going on?\"

Harry looked thoughtful for a few moments before answering. \"Yeah, it just felt like someone was pushing my thoughts to the back of my mind so I couldn\'t speak or anything. I could still hear what was going on, but I felt like I was far away from everything, as if I were watching from afar... it was really strange.\"

\"I still don\'t understand how you can have two souls,\" Draco said looking at Dessmona. \"Also the fact that Harry is a half-devil. If that is a part of his soul why isn\'t he evil?\"

\"You have to be concious of your soul and what it is to be able to act on it. If the memories are locked away, then Harry has no knowledge of his other half. If you\'re not aware of your powers then you don\'t have the motivation to use them. It\'s odd, but that\'s the way it works. Besides that\'s not how it works; Harry being evil and whatnot. Harry\'s soul overrides Avenairu\'s actions as long as he doesn\'t lose control of magic or if Harry relinquishes control over to Avenairu.\"

Draco still looked a bit confused but he wasn\'t alone. Being consious of a certain part of yourself just to be able to access it? Hermione glanced at Ron who was still sulking and pushing his food around and them to Harry who was just staring down at his plate with that lost look on his face. His eyes were clouded over and Hermione sighed and placed a hand on her friend\'s shoulder.

\"I didn\'t mean to bring that up Harry, if that made you upset... I was just curious.\"

\"You should be aware of the fact that wanting to know everything will cause people grief, Ms. Granger,\" Snape spoke up from his side of the table. Harry\'s head rose in disbelief; was the man defending him? \"Of course, Mr. Potter is always trying to get unnessasary attention from everyone so you are not the only person whose faults they refuse to aknowledge.\"

\'Scatch that idea,\' Harry thought argrily, not noticing the rise in his already unstable magic as he reached out to pick up in glass of pumpkin juice. His fingers hadn\'t even touched the smooth surface when the glass shattered into hundreds of tiny sparkling shards and the orange liquid inside went splattering all over the table and its occupants.

\"Argggghhhh, dammnit, Potter!\" Draco yelled, holding up his the sleeves of his sweater which appeared to be made out of an expensive material. \"You messed up one of my favorite sweaters!\" The blond furiously shook out the sleeves throwing more cool droplets around the room.

\"Stuff it you ferret!\" Mad-Eye-Moody growled. (Though it hadn\'t been him who had casted the spell, Harry and the gang had replayed what Crouch had done during their Fourth Year and Moody found it quite amusing as he didn\'t like the Slytherin Prince.) \"It\'s a bloody sweater, it can be replaced. You should be more concerned about other things--\"

\"I don\'t care about that!\" Draco griped, gray-blue eyes flashing at Harry who was trying to refrain from chuckling at the pissed boy sitting across from him. A glance to his left showed that Dessmona was trying not to smile and he could hear Saengen\'s amused hissing as well.

Remus reached inside of his pocket and was about to pull out his wand to clean up the mess while Mrs. Weasley was trying get the broken glass out of what was out of the food, temorarily forgetting her wand. Ron was smirking at Malfoy\'s tirade and Hermione, Harry noticed had gotten a cut in her hand from the glass.

Dessmona sighed as she reached got up from her chair to heal Hermione who was holding her hand out in front of her as if the glass splinter might jump out and bite her. \"Harry, You must learn how to control you magic.\" Said wizard opened his mouth to argue but the angel cut him off. \"Having your memories of Avenairu are going to make you unstable and your body is adjusting to the magic that it has to absorb. Having your powers when you\'re asleep is a lot different than when you are awake.\"

Snape rolled his eyes at Dessmona and concentrated on getting slivers of glass out of his hand. The glass had cut his hand right between the index finger and thumb and was bleeding quite a bit. He could the glass out himself, but would need a potion to get rid of possible infection and to stopp the flow of blood. He felt a pair of eyes on him and glanced up briefly to see Harry watching him with an apologetic look on his face. He sneered back at the boy, not wanting his pity over such or small injury, nor anything for that matter.

Harry looked away as his professor sneered at him and looked around the table. Dessmona was healing Hermione\'s hand and the brown-eyed girl was smiling at the angel in thanks. Malfoy was still royally pissed over his stupid outfit and Ron was trying to help his mother with the glass, but the older woman kept pushing his hands away from the glass, not wanting her son to cut himself on it.

Harry wished that ths evening could just reset itself and start over, or at least skip the awkwardness and get to when he could fall asleep. Not really thinking about what he was doing, he waved his hand in the direction of the table and immediately everything began to right itself. The glass moved back into a solid shape and the spilled juice filled the dish accordingly.

Everyone froze and stared at the glass and Ron was the first to speak. \"What happened,\" the boy said somewhat dimly. Hermione had seen Harry wave his hand over the table and stared up at him in awe. \"You just did wandless magic!\"

Dessmona whipped around, thankfully letting go of Hermione\'s hand or else the poor girl would have gone flying out of her chair. Her eyes swept over the confused wizard slowly; she could--in a way--see his magic. Both of his souls--Harry\'s being green and Avenairu\'s being red--were conflicting against each other as if they were trying to find space inside of Harry\'s body.

\'I had been expecting this,\' she thought looking back into Harry\'s eyes, \'but not so soon...\' Dessmona walked over to Snape and began to heal his hand even though she knew the man didn\'t want her help or pity. She held his hand firmly and the wizard was surprised by the strength of her hold, but that didn\'t stop him from snatching his hand away when his wound was gone.

\"Harry, your magic is trying to find a center, so until then, it will be extremely unstable. The glass exploded because of your anger and unease, but you fixed it in the end--\"

\"He used Wandless Magic, did he?\" Moody said his magical eye on Harry and then soon after his normal one. \"It takes a lot of magic and concentration to do so, but I noticed that you weren\'t even looking at the glass when you did it. Has this sort of thing ever happened before?\"

Harry sighed. \"Yes, I\'ve done wandless magic before, but not intentionally.\" Moody nodded. \"I thought so.\"

Glancing around the table, Harry saw that everyone was staring at him. Draco had given his sweater a check after Harry repaired the glass and was staring at him in awe and a slight bit of jealousy. Hermione was gazing at him interestedly and wondering if it was related to Avenairu\'s magic. Mrs. Weasley and Remus watched Harry warily and Snape\'s gaze was unfathomable.

When Harry\'s eyes settled on his best friend he saw anger and jealousy. The redhead was glaring at him in contemp and Harry braced himself for insults and so he wouldn\'t get to mad about the angry words that he knew would spill from the boy\'s mouth.

\"What do you think you\'re playing at?\" Ron spat viciously at Harry whose eyes hardened as he tried to keep his magic down. \"You could have hurt someone!\" Harry opened his mouth to protest that he had no control over the outburst but Ron cut him off. \"You\'re probably going to say that you didn\'t have any control over it weren\'t you, just like how you didn\'t have any control over the TriWizard Tourament or anything else that happens to the Boy-Who-Lived!\"

Harry was fuming by now. \"I thought that what happened during Fourth Year had been resolved, Ron. I thought that you understood.\" Dessmona gazed at Ron and thought silently to herself that this boy would have to let go of his jealousy of Harry if they wanted to be friends. What Hermione had said earlier was right; Harry needed all of the support that he could get, but if Ron wouldn\'t offer support and he was Harry\'s closet friend, where would that missing friendship come from?

\"You always act like you don\'t like being Harry Potter--\" he spat out the name with venom--\"but you know that you like all of the attention and you fell like you\'re higher than the rest of us. Everyone lets you do whatever you want! Don\'t pretend that you don\'t like it!\"

\"Many of the things that I\'ve gotten to do without consequences were to help me find some ways to set Voldemort back and you and Hermione were right there with me! You got out of truoble, just as I did! You enjoyed it even more than I ever could! Being friends with me does have its benefits, doesn\'t it?\" Harry said coldly. Hermione looked stunned at his icy tone and Draco was looking at him smugly as if to say, \'I was right in the beginning wasn\'t I Potter? You could have had better friends had you of accepted my hand in First Year...\' Under that smirk Harry could tell that the blond was a bit interested in where this conversation would lead.

Ron looked stunned for a moment at Harry\'s anger but his eyes hardened again and he glared at the raven-haired wizard. \"Don\'t try to turn this on me, Harry.\"

\"Why can\'t you see past your jealousy for once? Everything that I have that you don\'t makes you angry, especially if it\'s something outside of my control! One example, my inheritance!\" Harry knew that this was the worst thing to bring up into a arguement with Ron, but he needed to get his point across. \"I can\'t help that can I? Or the fact that I have this scar on my forehead? Do you want to be the one who has to kill Voldemort?\" Ignoring the shudders that went throught the room at the name, Harry continued. \"Do you want a prophesy stamped on your head that says that you have to kill a Dark Lord all the while knowing that you don\'t have the power to kill him?\"

That caught everyone\'s attention. \"What the bloody hell are you rambling about?\" Ron said his tone bitter but his face held slight interest.

\"\'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the ither survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..\'\"

Harry recited those words that he knew by heart softly, his eyes clouding over. Everyone was silent, there was no movement at all. Harry lifted his gaze to Ron and sighed wearily before speaking again. \"Is that what you want, Ron?\"


The boy in question did nothing, his face slack and devoid of any emotion save confusion and sadness, both of which quickly fused into anger and betrayal. Before anyone could react, Ron hauled back and punched Harry in the face; the boy staggered backwards, obviously caught off guard. Hermione grabbed onto Ron\'s arm to keep the boy from hitting Harry again and Remus took the boy\'s wand as he had been in the process of taking it from his pocket. Mrs. Weasley made to rush towards Harry to see if the boy was alright, but stopped when the young wizards eyes rose up to Ron who was being restrained.

Harry\'s eyes were blood red and glowed eerily from within, a malicious look in them. They were narrowed and his entire posture was rigid. Dessmona reached towards Harry to restrain him if the need came and Moody and Snape had their wands pointed at the boy just in case they needed to stun him.

\"Calm down Avenairu,\" Dessmona said softly, but none of the other people understood what she said except for Saengen and Harry. The angel had spoken in another language and Harry visibly responded at the simple words, his tense muscles relaxing and his eyes loosing their feral glow and fading to their normal (for Avenairu anyway) blood-red hue.

\"You will do well to watch your actions in the future, mortal,\" Avenairu hissed warningly at Ron. He reached up to his face and slowly ran his fingers over a bruise that was beginning to form over his cheek. The feeling of swollen flesh angered him even more and his eyes flashed at Ron who recoiled while Hermione and the others flinched. \"Next time I will not hesitate in my retaliation should you choose to try my patience again.\"

Avenairu\'s eyes traveled to Dessmona briefly and the half-devil whispered something to the angel who nodded in reply. Again, none of their words could be recognized due to the strange language. Slowly Avenairu\'s eyes faded into emerald and Harry was back in control of his own body.

\"I\'m sorry for scaring you all,\" Harry said, \"but I have to agree with Avenairu on this. Don\'t try my patience; I won\'t be the one who punishes you, it will be him.\" Everyone watched Harry warily and with that final statement the boy turned away and walked swiftly from the room and they could hear his quick footsteps as he proceded to his room and promptly slammed the door.


Harry sighed as he lay back down onto his quilt and stretched out over the cool fabric. He reached to his face and pulled off his glasses and set them on the nightstand next to his bed. He rolled over onto his back again and stared up at the dark blue canopy of his poster bed letting his thoughts drift as he tried to ignore the sounds of people bustling around in the kitchen below him. He could here the heated tones of Mrs. Weasley as she was most likely yelling at Ron for being so rude to Harry earlier. He felt no amount of guilt at the thought of his best friend getting a lecture because of him.

Soon Harry\'s thoughts drifted far enough for the troubled half-devil to fall into a fitful slumber.


A fourteen-year-old Harry stood in a large dimly lit room, the only sources of light being the torches near the large stone doors that led out into an even darker hallway. The room was very warm, almost being on the border of uncomfortable and the shadows that hid the other occupants in the room weren\'t helping to ease the boy\'s fears at all.

To his right, a Dessmona stood next to him, her facial features slightly younger, as were his. The effect was caused only by the way their souls and magic were combined so as to not cause too much suspision amoung the devils who didn\'t know that she was connected to Harry. Her expression was wary and cautious and she had a good reason to wear that look. Twenty or so devils that were in training just as Harry was to gain ranks were surrounding the two, but their target was Harry.

Everyone knew about Lucifer\'s plan to have a \"Right-Hand\" at his disposal to do his evil bidding. Most of them approved of it, but to chose a human for such a task was low. A half-human for the Prine of Hell? Absurd was the word that came to most minds. Humans were full of errors and mistakes and changed sides too quickly when they were in tight situations. Most of the devils knew about Harry\'s weakness, about how he didn\'t want to accept the responsibily and what their eyes appeared to be an honor. His compassion and care for others and resistance against evil added more negative parts to the boy.

Most of them had heard about the myth of the \"Boy-Who-Lived\" and how he had nearly killed Voldemort when he was only an infant; that was impressive, if you looked over the fact that he did it using love from his mother\'s sacrifice. Love had saved the boy, something that was extremely uncommon amonst cruel and heartless devils. They took what they wanted without ever giving back; raping any humans or other creatures that were like them but didn\'t possess the prowess and dignity that a devil had.

In any case, Harry was surrounded by many angry devils who looked at the youngest member of their group with hate and contempt. Harry\'s face was hardened, but you could see his fear and unease.

\"Is there something that you want?\" Harry said keeping the apprehension out of his voice and playing the fool. As long as he kept them in th edark about his intelligence and intelect they would never suspect him of being anything other than a weak half-devil.

\"We\'re sick and tired of you parading around here as if you own this place, Harry,\" a tall silver-haired devil spat out the boy\'s name like a profanity. His darkly-tanned face twisted into a sneer and his golden eyes flashed in anger. \"You may try to act as if you are ignorant and don\'t care about the fact that you are a \"Chosed One\", but the rest of us can see behind your facade.\" Many of the devils surrounding him nodded and murmured their agreement.

\"Everyone thinks that Lucifer is at an all-time low; choosing a filthy human to be the Prince. The only way he could have gone lower was if he had of slept with your half-breed mother!\" Harry growled low in his throat and felt his magic flair to the surface of his skin and burn his flesh. A faint red aura surrounded him and the boy nearly launched himself to the taller devil in utter outrage. Dessmona grasped his arm fiercely and a rush of calming energy swept over his. The rage remained but now what would have been Harry\'s uncontroled burst of magic was now docile and harmless...for the time being.

Cruel laughter echoed throughout the room. \"You are so weak that you let an angel control your power? That is lower than low.\" Hard golden eyes flickered over Dessmona\'s figure. \"I can why you would want her, a messanger of God has got to have rewards, of course.\" Harry froze and his eyes flashed red briefly before returning to a unsettled jade.

\"Your greatest weakness is that you care for people. Typical of a filthy human; I suppose that I couldn\'t expect anything otherwise. If it weren\'t for the other soul residing inside of you, your existance would be a complete waste. If it didn\'t exist you would have been dead long before now.\" The devil was circling Harry now, a feral look in his light colored eyes. \"Lucifer, in all of his greatness and knowledge was a fool in selecting you to be the next \'Chosen One\'. If the others didn\'t work out, then how could you--\" He pressed a slender finger against Harry\'s chest-- \"ever hope to take charge over Hell? You can barely handle this training let alone what will happen later on!\"

Harry pulled away and frowned. \"You should know that I don\'t even want this responsibility and that this is not under any of my control. If I had a choice I would just forsake my powers and leave this place; to rid myself of all of the evil around me! Surely you\'ve heard of this because of all of the rumors flying around about me and Lucifer.\"

All of the devils around Harry gasped and looked at him with the upmost contemp. THere were looks of shock and dismay and anger on their faces and the devil that was taunting Harry stalked up to the boy until Harry had to crain his neck upwards to look at him.

\"Forsake you powers and rights as a Prince and Hell Master? How dare you insult this way you mortal filth!\" He grabbed Harry by the throat and lifted him off the ground and due to the boy\'s lightness, it wasn\'t a hard feat. He ignored the sounds of his victim\'s coughs and gasps for breath and Dessmona\'s angry shouts of concern. Hard gold eyes pieced pain-clouded emerald and the devil used his free hand to backhand Harry across the face.

\"I don\'t care how much you hate being a half-devil. No matter how low you are you must never, ever insult Lucifer by suggesting to give up your powers! Not only is his word law, but everytime he choses someone else to become a Prince of Hell he tears away at God\'s resistance. Even if Lucifer\'s plans fail, we in a small amount damage the one your people call \'Lord\'. You are part of this plot to bring Him down!\" He flung Harry to the ground and the boy sputtered and gasped rapidly trying to get some of the air back that he had lost due to the previous restriction to his airway. Dessmona kneeled down to help him and glared angrily up at the devil and his followers who stood smirking above him.

\"You have no right to harm him like this. Harry is right; he never wanted any of the responsibility that comes along with being a Prince.\" Dessmona held onto Harry as the boy\'s erratic breathing began to slow down slightly. They ones that Satan chooses are random. No doubt that you would love to bear the position, Varajie. You would just hold yourself in higher regard than what you\'re worth even more than you already do.\"

Varajie\'s eyes widened and then turned red and in a flash of movement his had taken out a sword and slashed Dessmona across her chest close to her neck. Angels, of course, cannot bleed, but due to her bond with Harry\'s souls she was part human while on earth unless she unleashed her true powers to fight or help Harry. Blood rushed from the wound which was deep and she pushed Harry away as he tried to help her. She could her the wound, no matter how serious.

\"I don\'t care about the agreement between Heaven and Hell; I don\'t care that attacking an angel could cause all out war between the two powers again! No one insults Varajie, I don\'t care who they are!\" He crudely wiped the blood off on Harry\'s robes as the boy\'s back was to him and knocked the boy over by slamming the hilt of his sword in the small of his back.

Harry was tired of being pushed around by people who were stronger than him and he finally lashed out. Calling up his magic from a deep well inside of him, the half-devil turned on his heel and ran towards Varajie and prepared to strike him. Long blade-like weapons of bone tore themselves from his skin and cut deeply into the other devil\'s flesh and blood and yells filled the air. Varajie fought back just as fiercely tearing into Harry\'s flesh with his sword and throwing curses at the boy.

The fight went on for a while, each time the retaliation from the other opponent growing more fierce and violent. Harry couldn\'t think anymore; he wasn\'t in control of his own body. He was obeying the cold voice that was running through his head.

Kill him...

Destroy him...

Make each blow more painful than the last...

Harry continued listening until it was clear that if someone didn\'t stop them from fighting that the young half-devil would egt the upper hand and kill Varajie. Dessmona\'s screams weren\'t even penetrating the wizards conciousness all he wanted was to see more blood; hear more screams of pain, as they were feeding him strenghth and power...

\"STOP THIS AT ONCE!\"

Harry and Varajie froze and while Varajie nearly crumpled to the ground in all of his injuries, Harry stood there trying desparately to catch his breath. His eyes were wide and glowing crimson and he could feel his magic whirling around the room. He tried to comprehend what had happened earlier; that voice, how had it spurred him in such a way to make him want to kill another being; devil or not?

Both devils turned towards the voice that had interrupted their battle. A tall devil with black hair and vivid silver eyes glared down at both of them anger and disappointment in his eyes. Both devils straightened up despite their injuries; this devil was one of the notorious Hell Masters; Delano. Harry held respect for him, due to his helpfullness in his training.

\"You should know better than to you waste your energy over arguements such as these. You\'re dismissed,\" he said roughly. Varajie spat at Harry\'s feet before turning around and limping proudly (if that\'s possible) away from the trouble wizard and his angel.


Harry sat up abruptly in bed, gasping harshly and he groped wildly towards his nightstand to retrieve his glasses and pushed them sloppily onto his face. He turned his sleep-clouded vision to the doorknob which was shifting about slightly as somefrom was trying to open it from the outside. Harry straightened out his shirt and ran his slender fingers throught his mused hair before calling out, \"Who is it?\"

\"It\'s me, Hermione, Draco and Dess.\"

Harry smiled at Hermione\'s shortening of his first friend\'s nickname and rose from his bed and unlocked the door. Hermione opened it and Draco walked in after her, with Dessmona bringing up the rear. The silver-haired girl shut the door behind her and sat next to Harry on the bed. Draco moved a chair closer to Harry\'s bedside and Hermione sat on Harry\'s other side.

\"I know that you\'re upset with Ron, but he you know how he gets when stuff like this happens...\" the girl was defended Ron poorly and even though he had an idea, Harry wanted to know what \'stuff like this\' meant.

\"What do you mean \'Mione by, \'stuff like this?\'\" Harry sat there a mock pensive look on his face watching Hermione shift in discomfort. Draco rolled his eyes and reahced out to cuff Harry on the side of his face that was unblemished. \"Stop bating her, you ponce.\" Harry bristled slightly at the insult. \"You know that Weasley is subject to jealousy. During Fourth Year nearly everyone knew that you two had a falling out because of the TriWizard Tournament. To be honest, I thought that you had had another one of those Golden Boy Moments to get your way into the contest. Obviously you hadn\'t,\" he continued seeing the angry look on the boy\'s face. \"Of course, i still hated you that year...\"

Harry rolled his eyes and glanced at Dessmona who had reached out to heal the side of his face. \"I know that you\'re going to lecture me about what happened with Ron, Dess, so could you please get it over with?\"

Dessmona let a tiny smill cross her face before healing the boy\'s wound completely. \"What Ronald said was unacceptable, but you really shouldn\'t have brought up the Prophesy like that. Another time and place perhaps who have warrented less commotion, but you let your anger get the best of you.

\"Avenairu, even though he hates the \'Light\' side of you is possessive over your body in a way.\" At the looks of confusion, she continued. \"Harry is in control of his body, thoughts, emotion, most of the time, unless he becomes enraged. Avenairu is an extention of that anger. That\'s when he has a chance to take control.\"

Hermione and Draco nodded but Hermione spoke up with an annoyed voice, \"Harry, I know that you have your reasons, but why didn\'t you tell Ron and I about the Prophesy? I hope that you hold us in higher value than that. You can trust us.\"

Harry met Hermione\'s eyes steadily. He trusted her more than Ron at this point and those feelings hadn\'t just surfaced; they had been building very slowly over a long period of time. Eventually, he might be able to trust Ron again, but until then he didn\'t have that many people to rely on...

\"I\'m sorry but I can\'t tell you that right now. Maybe tomorrow, when some of the stress has blown over.\" Harry smiled at his friends. \"I appreciate the fact you\'re helping me though, I really do.\"

They all nodded and then proceeded to fall into a relaxed conversation until a small clock on the eastern wall chimed a quarter to ten. As Harry\'s friends walked out of the room, Draco--being the last to exit the room--turned back to the Boy-Who-Lived and smirked at the other teen.

\"I forgot to mention something; Granger had asked awhile after your little tirade with Weasley if your mental shields would rise due to having another soul that was more powerful and if you needed to study Occlumency anymore.\" Harry sat up straighter paying more attention to the lanky blond standing in the doorway. \"Dessmona said that your magic is so unstable that your shields ar weaker than before, but once you gain controlo of your magic they\'ll be very powerful--\" Harry sighed but Draco took away his relief before he could completely savor it.

\"--but that will take a while to occur so Severus will have to teach you \'Remedial Potions\' again.\" Harry\'s mouth gaped in disbelief and anger.

\"Wait a minute, how did you know that those lessons were really for Occlumency?\"

Draco just smirked and shrugged before pulling the door closed behind him with a snap so the emerald-eyed Gryffindor to fume silently before preparing to go to bed.

..………………Devil’s Snare……3……Devil’s Snare…………………

I perfer saying Parseltongue to Parselmouth, just in case any of you are wondering...

When the devil who is taunting Harry in his dream/memory is calling his other half without a name it\'s because after a cermony when a devil completes his training then he is named. Harry in his dream hasn\'t done this so the name Avernairu doesn\'t exist. Later on the origin of the name and the creature who suggested it for his will be revealed, just be patient!

I hope that you\'re all enjoying this so far. I am at least. The \"Snarry\" won\'t be happening for awhile, the need to establish the foundation of the plot is more important for right now, but I assue you that it will happen!

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Korogi-chan a.k.a Shoushi Ame

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