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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Notes (1):

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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 Four: Occlumency and a Bucket of Lemon Drops


The next morning Harry woke up to the smell of another wonderful breakfast the Mrs. Weasley had created. At first the young man looked around his room in confusion before remembering that he was at Grimmald Place. He reached up and rubbed his eyes and in his sleep muddled brain Harry didn\'t notice that his vision was completely clear until he tried to put on his glasses. His vision was completely warped when the lenses slid over his face and he jerked them off in confusion before trying to place them over his face again. The same thing occured and Harry sighed and set them back down.

\'It\'s odd not having my glasses on,\' the boy thought absently while running his hands down his face while glancing around the room. Draco had already gotten up, the half-devil noticed as he took in the neatly-made bed. Harry shifted and finally rolled out of bed, stretching and walking stiffly towards his trunk to pull out his clothes and then proceed to walk into the bathroom.

When Harry finished with his shower and putting on his clothes he looked into the mirror, starting with what he saw. His facial features were a bit sharper; cheekbones and jaw stronger than what they had been before. Also his skin--which was normally a light and healthy tan--was a shade or two darker. His hair was no longer resembled what less-than-polite people liked to call a \'rat\'s nest\' but was now longer and sleek and shiny. Harry--still in a sleep-induced haze--had noticed the change in thickness and texture during his shower but hadn\'t thought that much about it unti lhe saw his own reflection in the mirror.

Running his fingers idly through his hair--which was now a few inches down his back--Harry glanced at his reflection one more time before opening the door to his room and walking down the stairs. He paused when a clock in the staircase corridor struck 10:15 and he silently berated himself for sleeping in.

\"Harry, what happened to you? You look so different!\"

Harry turned around abrutly and smiled when his eyes rested on Ginny who had just exited from a room that was a few feet away from his own. The pretty redhead gazed appreciatively at Harry who blushed slightly under the younger girl\'s scrutiny and ran a hand nervously through his hair.

\"I suppose that it grew longer, I guess. I have to ask Dess about it.\"

Harry glanced at Ginny in surprise to see the girl nod in understanding. She smiled and then told him that after she and her dad had come back to Grimmauld Place it had been after the rest of them had gone to bed and her mother had told her about Dessmona, Saengen, and the fight over Harry\'s soul in a brief overview. Ginny had spoken to Dessmona as well due to the fact that she, herself, and Hermione shared a room. She also knew about the argument with Ron that had happened that night as well.

\"I wish that he would be more open-minded about things! He\'s just really insecure, you know?\"

Harry nodded and noticed that Ginny was still looking at him with that odd expression on her face. She noticed Harry\'s stare and stopped, offering a sheepish smile in appology.

\"Sorry, Harry, but you look very handsome! Not that you didn\'t before,\" she stammered blushing, and Harry wondered if she still harbored feelings for him. Even though, the last he heard she was going out with Dean Thomas, the way she was acting now didn\'t confirm that idea...

\"Ginny, are you still going out with Dean?\" Harry asked casually, noticing that the girl nearly turned as bright as her hair.

\"Well, Mum won\'t let me write to him over the summer or visit him so and I told him that so he said we should break it off until school starts again, I suppose.\" Her bright brown eyes shone hopefully as she gazed up at the raven-haired wizard. \"Why do you ask?\"

Harry shrugged, his suspicions correct. \"I was just wondering, that\'s all.\" He smiled and walked down the hall and stopping by the stairs, waiting for Ginny to catch up. He glanced in her direction and noticed the slightly disappointed look on her face, and regretted it. He didn\'t like her anymore than he had in second year when she had fancied him. He only saw her as a sister.

Ginny surpressed a sigh that threatened to rise from her throat and smiled up at Harry. \"Since you woke up kind of late, Mum fixed breakfast for you and set it in the kitchen. Fawkes came here about a half hour earlier with a message from Dumbledore saying that he wanted to talk to you and that Snape and Professor McGonagall were coming too.\"

Harry groaned and turned the corner walking towards the kitchen sullenly letting his feet drag on the floor. Dumbledore must have somehow found out about his powers. He clenched his fists tightly, thinking, that if the older wizard had known about this along with Dessmona that he would explode. His ears perked up as he heard the angel\'s voice coming from the kitchen.

\"--the fight over Harry\'s soul is a large part of the deal between Voldemort and Lucifer. Even if Avenairu did completely take over Harry\'s mind a body, he would never join Voldemort completely because a devil would never be in alliance with a human. Lucifer is only using Voldemort anyway, so in the end he\'ll be destroyed as well.\"

As Harry entered the room, Dessmona stopped her emplanations and looked in his direction. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape were situated around the table and Hermione, Draco, and Ron were off to the side. Mrs. Weasley was standing there as well and as soon as she saw Harry her face lit into a smile.

\"Good morning, Harry-dear,\" she began. \"I have a plate of leftover breakfast for you--\" She broke off and gave Harry a once over. \"Your hair!\"

The boy smiled slightly and ran his fingers through it somewhat nervously. Everyone was starring at him now and he didn\'t like their scrutiny.

\"It\'s looks good, Harry. It\'s so straight and silky.\" Hermione gushed.

\"At least it doesn\'t look like a mop anymore,\" Draco smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged. \"I\'m surprised that you\'re not making a big deal out of it.\"

Snape looked as though his wanted to reply with a biting remark, but Dumbledore cut the Potions Master off and offered the boy a genial smile. \"Your friend Dessmona told us about your new powers and how they will affect you, my boy. She said that your body is just adjusting to your magic. It should stop soon.\"

Harry smiled at Dumbledore slightly and glanced away from him. He was still a bit uneasy around the headmaster and was still guilty about trashing the wizards\' office at the end of the previous schooling year. All of the nasty comments that he had said suddenly rushed back to him and he wasn\'t very proud of his actions.

A plate full of French toast, bacon, and eggs was shoved into Harry\'s hands by Mrs. Weasley. He stared wide-eyed at the amount of food on the plate and glanced up at her with a look of disbelief on his face. Did she really expect him to eat all of this?

\"I saved you a plate, Harry so eat up. I don\'t want to see an ounce of food left!\"

Harry nodded and walked over to the table, sitting across his teachers and Dumbledore. Going from being practically starved to deth to having a full plate of food wasn\'t an easy transition and Harry sat there picking at his food, waiting for anyone to say something.

\"Dessmona told us about Voldemort\'s plans to join the devil.\" Dumbledore said watching Harry shove his food around his plate. \"We had suspected something after what Severus told us about all of the extra activities that Voldemort has been doing lately. This plan will eventuall hurt Voldemort himself, or so I\'ve been told, and I don\'t understand his motives. Why would he want to join with someone who will eventually destroy him, if only to gain a bit of power?\"

Dumbledore stopped talking and continued to watch Harry push his food around his plate and take very small bites. Mrs. Weasly had told him that the boy hadn\'t been eating well, and had looked thinner than ever when he had arrived from the Dursley\'s this summer.

\"Harry, how has this been affecting you? Having memories and surpesses powers being returned to you must be giving you some stress; do you have anything to say?\"

Harry set down his fork and raised his gaze to the headmaster. \"No, Professor, I don\'t have anything to say.\"

\"Mrs. Weasley told me about your little outburst yesterday after Ron commented about your powers.\" Harry ground his teeth together slightly at that memory and his friends betrayal was still fresh in his mind. The people surrounded that table were looking him, watching the boy\'s inner turmoil cross his face. Dumbledore continued by saying, \"the boy just needs time to mature; he\'ll come around.\"

\"I don\'t want to disrepect you Professor,\" Harry murmured through clenched teeth, \"but I think that by now, Ron should have matured enough by now. There have been things that happen to me before that he was jealous of, but this takes the cake. The only thing that you really could be jealous of are these powers that are supposed to re-awaken inside of me, but they will destroy me if I don\'t accept the other half of my soul.\"

Harry glanced in Ron\'s direction and saw that the redhead looked annoyed about being spoken about as though he weren\'t even in the room with them all.

\"Well, if you didn\'t act so high and mighty about what you are, then maybe I wouldn\'t do anything,\" the boy hissed. Harry blanched and opened his mouth to reply, but Ron cut him off. \"I don\'t want to hear it. You can\'t even be concidered a human being anymore! How can we possibly trust you!\"

\"If all humans are like you than I would rather be immortal.\" Harry\'s eyes had red flecks in them and his magical signature was beginning to rise. Ron backed up, but still pointed his finger at Harry wildly yelling, \"See? He\'s part devil! I don\'t know that much about Muggle religion, but I know that devil\'s are evil creatures!\"

\"Ron,\" Hermione said, trying to grab his arm to calm his down. \"They aren\'t creatures--\"

\"Fine, they\'re demons!\"

Harry made to rise out of his chair, but Remus grabbed his arms and restrained him. Draco rolled his eyes and smirked down at Remus who was having a very hard time holding Harry back. \"You should just let him go. I want to see him rip Weaselby apart.\"

\"Sod off, Ferret.\"

Draco pressed his hand to his heart. \"Oh, you\'ve wounded me, Weasel-King. Reall you have. Only you can come up with worse comebacks than Potter.\"

Harry smirked at Draco briefly before turning his eyes back to Ron. \"Did you not learn your lesson yesterday, Ron? I told you that next time you insult me over something that is completely out of my control, that I would let Avenairu have his way with you, did I not?\"

Hermione held onto Ron still, but noted silently to herself that Harry\'s change is speech partern was a warning that Avenairu was rising to the surface. Harry\'s pace of speaking was entirely different, and at times he was angry, his voice deepened and turned to a hypnotizing yet dangerous drawl. It could almost put you into a trance...

\"I don\'t care that Harry has no control over you, whatever you are. You\'re entirely evil--\"

\"Not quite, Ron,\" Dessmona said harshly. \"Harry\'s influence over Avenairu, no matter how weak it may be at the moment, is having an impact. He could have broken out of Remus\' grip a long time ago and you could be rotting in a puddle of your own blood right now. Avenairu is not completely bad, but a large majoritory of him is.\" She turned violet eyes towards Harry, who was pulling slightly, testing Remus\'s hold. \"Even now, Harry is restraining him.\"

Ron scoffed and muttered under his breath, \"He\'s not doing that good of a job--\"

\"Ronald Weasley, I\'ve had just about enough of you! I didn\'t stop ou before, so you could let off a bit of stea, but this is too much!\" Mrs. Weasley glared at her youngest son. \"You complain about Harry being a half-devil, and yet you still provoke him by insulting him. I thought that you had more sense than that.\"

Ron shrank away from his mother a bit and flushed with anger and embarressment. Inwardly, both Harry and Avenairu cheered, and they weren\'t the only ones in the room that were happy that Ron was being put into his place.

\"Mr. Weasley, I can\'t exactly blame your mother for berating you,\" McGonagall spoke up. \"I must say that, even though I know that you aren\'t exactly one of my most mature students, but I am very dissapointed in you.\"

All throughout this banter, Dumbledore just sat there calmly, with that annoying twinkle in his eye, holding his hands clasped in front of him on the table top.

\"Are you sure that Potter will be able to restrain himself when others provoke him, Headmaster?\" Snape sneered. \"He barely has any self control as it is when it comes to insults. Having a devil as the other half of his soul isn\'t exactly going to improve that. He is prone to violence.\"

The man paused and settled his gaze on Harry. The boy\'s eyes were still mixed with speckled with garnet hues, but Harry\'s eyes were emotionless, or so they seemed. They revealed nothing, but were cold and bottomless. Nearly everyone felt a shiver going down their spine, but Dessmona watched Harry with interest.

\'There\'e nothing threatening about that look or his posture. The only tension that I can feel is what remains from his reaction to Ron.\' Her eyes glanced back and forth between the two wizards. \'If I didn\'t know any better, I would think that Avenairu is measuring Severus. Harry would never look at anyone like that...\'

After a few seconds. Harry blinked and shook his head; eyes finally turning to normal. He glanced at Snape once more and then focused on a random spot on the table. His eyes clouded over slightly as he lost himself in his own thoughts.

\'Why I can\'t I surpress my other half? At times, it\'s easy, but just now...\'

\"Harry.\"

Said boy snapped out of his jumbled musings and focused his eyes on Dumbledore. The man was watching him closely; twinkle absent from his eyes. Harry didn\'t like that gaze; he could almsot see the gears working in the headmaster\'s head.

\"Even though Professor Snape\'s comment was a jab at yourself control, I must find that I agree with him. You\'re going to need to learn how to control Avenairu if you\'re going to be able to return to school.

\"What? You\'re not letting me go back to school?\" Harry all but yelled, jumping out of his seat. The thought of not returning to school was the worst thing that Dumbledore could possibly say. He couldn\'t stay here forever. Returning to the Dursley\'s was the first option, and that didn\'t really terrify him, per se, but it wasn\'t a daunting prosect.

Of course, returning to train in Hell, was defently intriguing...

\"Don\'t fret, I\'m not banning you from returning to Hogwarts, Harry, I was just making an observation. Controling yourself is an important issue that we must discuss on a later date, of course.\"

Harry slowly settled himself back into his chair and slowly relaxed, ignoring Ron\'s comment about it being safer for the whole lot of the school if Harry was banned anyway. His eyes flashed red, but soon returned to their calm jade.

\"I\'m going to help Harry train, sir. Also, if they would like, it would help if I taught Harry\'s friends combat tactics. Knowing how to fight with a weapon will help immensly, as devils are immune to most spells. Half-devils are vunerable to a few, but they are spells that they would most likely not be aware of.\"

Dumbledre smiled. \"That would be quite helpful. I assume that Harry\'s friends are now targets more than ever because his true heritage is known?\"

Dessmona nodded and glanced at the youth that occupied the room. Draco kept his face unreadable, but he looked interested in learning other fighting techniques. Hermione looked very excited, but a bit uneasy; you can\'t can\'t study how to fight with weapons in a book. Ron looked intriqued, despite himself. The angel smiled.

Harry immediately felt guilty about the fact that his friends\' lives were in even more danger now than ever before. Voldemort was one thing, but the King of Hell himself? That was another thing entirely.

\"Now, lets get some of that depressing conversation out of our heads for a bit, shall we? I wanted to talk to you about your godfather\'s will, Harry--\"

\"Headmaster,\" Snape interuppted, \"if you don\'t mind, I\'m going to return to my quarters. I trust that you will not need me for this conversation.\" His comment wasn\'t a question, it was a statement.

Dumbledore reguarded Snape critically for a few moments and nodded. \"Of course, Severus.\"

The dark wizards swept out of the room with his usuall overly dramatic flair of his robes and you could clearly hear him stalking off to his rooms and his door shutting with a resounding \"snap\". Before he closed the door however, he called down the hallway, \"Be in here in ten minutes, Potter.\"

Before Harry could start to complain about Snape actually staying in his godfather\'s house, Dumbledore laid out a long sheet of aged parchment in front of him. He glanced around the room, noticing that this talk with Harry was more private than e had originall thought.

\"Harry, Dessmona, I need to speak to you alone. I kind ask the rest of you to leave,\" Dumbledore said.

Ron and Hermione got up first to leave and then Remus left. Mrs. Weasley tried to linger for a while and then Draco and Ginny left together. Harry felt a little uneasy about what Dumbledore might have to say. Asking everyone to leave, save McGonagall and Dessmona didn\'t sound that good.

\"Sirius left his will in my hands, and you are included in it. You are now owner of the entire Black estate and his fortune, is now yours to do with what you wish.\"

Harry\'s eyes widened in surprise. He didn\'t think that Sirius would leave his entire fortune to him. He reached out to the parchment, but Dumbledore covered it up with one fine boned hand.

\"You won\'t be able to access the money until you are of age, and until then, I\'m going to keep track of it for you. YOu may divide up the money between your friends of course; it\'s all up to you the fate of the fortune.\" Harry frowned at the mention of his money being handled by the headmaster. It just seemed like nothing he had could be let to his own devices.

Harry smiled at the thought of sharing his money with his friends. His first thoughts were Remus and the Weasleys, but he knew that the latter would be a bit squeamish about accepting money, espcially from Harry. THe pride that resided in their family was very high. Fred and George were well off with their business, so they wouldn\'t take the money at all, but the rest of the family needed it quite a bit.

\"I\'m going to divide it up, sir. I don\'t need it all, anyway.

Dumbledore smiled and rose from his chair. McGonnagal gave him a nod of approval as she rose along with the Headmaster. \"That\'s a good choice, Harry. The two of us need to leave, but I\'ll return in about a week to discuss how you would like to divide up your money. We\'ll need to go to Gringotts, of course, and your decisions won\'t be fine print until you are of age, but you can still plan out how you\'re going to distrubute your inheritence.\"

Dessmona glanced in Harry\'s direction and then looked back at the Headmaster and Headmistress. Both of them were watching the two of them as well.

\"I hope that you train well, Mr. Potter,\" McGonnagal said as she moved towards the fireplace. \"That soul of yours needs a lot of restraint.\" She nodded her head towards Dessmona. \"You seem to have a good hold on Avenairu.\"

The angel nodded back and the two of them watched as McGonnagal disappeared in a burst of flame. Dumbledore moved to follow and before he threw in his Floo power his offered Harry a smile over his shoulder. \"I hope that you and Professor Snape come to an agreement, Harry. You two are going to be spending a lot of time together with Occlumency this summer.\"

Harry groaned inwardly and slumped slightly. Dumbledore\'s smile grew wider. \"I do believe that he asked you to meet him in ten minutes.\"

A glance towards a clock on a far wall, told the Boy-Who-Lived that the older wizard was right and he turned swiftly on his heel to make his way to meet his professor for their Occlumency lessons.
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Snape glanced up from his caldron as he heard a knock on the door. The Potions Master had set up a small lab in his room and he smirked as he mulled over how the late Sirius Black would have reacted if he knew that \'Snivellus\' was residing in his home, let alone creating potions in one of the rooms.

He wasn\'t particually looking forward to giving Potter Occlumency lessons again. His intense disliking of the boy had escalated from what he thought could go no higher to a boiling point of anger. He couldn\'t even look at the carbon-copy of James Potter without wanted to curse him or say a comment to the boy that would make him extremly mad. Snape knew that it was petty, but he enjoyed getting Dumbledore\'s \"Golden Boy\" riled up. he could see through the glory attched to the boy\'s name; Potter was just a mediocre student with no extraordianary powers. Sure, he had escaped Voldemorts cluthches for the past five years, but each time the odds narrowed for the boy. His luck was running out.

Of course, that was before Potter\'s powers were brought into the light.

Snape, though he didn\'t want to admit it, was very intriquied by these new powers. The fact that the boy had an \"alter ego\" so to speak, was odd in itself, but the fact that Potter had no control over it made it all the more strange. \"Avenairu\" was an extension of the boy--that he obviously detested-- with a disposition completely opposite of the Potter\'s annoying Gryffindor. To see both sides of the boy at war; it could prove to be interesting....

Another knock sounded on the door and Snape rolled his eyes at his own musings before calling out, \"Enter\". Potter walked into his rooms, looking around quietly, until his eyes settled on the Potions Master; an expression of distain on his face.

\"I thought that I told you to be in here in ten minutes, Potter,\" Snape said gesturing with one hand towards a large clock on the far wall. \"You\'re ten minutes late. I didn\'t think that keeping track of time would be outside your meager amount of abilities as well but I suppose that I was wrong.\"

Harry clenched his fists together; digging his nails into the tender flesh of his palms. \"Professor Dumbledore had more to say to me that would fit into your ten minute timeframe Professor.\"

\"I thought that I told you to be here in ten minutes, Potter, not to be ten minutes late.\"

Harry clenched his fists together; digging his nails into the tender flesh of his palms. \"Professor Dumbledore had more things to say to me after you left; it\'s not my fault for his lecture going over your ten minute time frame Professor,\" the younger wizard ground out through clenched teeth.

Snape regarded the boy in front of him with a critical eye. \"I won\'t tollerate any of your lip, Potter. I think what happened last year has left no room for any more of your incompetence.\" He watched as Potter opened his mouth to probably blurt out some apology that he didn\'t mean. He cut him off immediately. \"Save it, I don\'t want to hear your pathetic excues. You most likely told all of your Gryffindors what you saw.\"


Harry\'s eyes flashed red for a moment and the boy fought to keep his other half from surfacing. Having Avenairu make an appearance right now was probably the worst thing that could happen.


\"I know that you don\'t think very highly of me sir--\" Snape snorted, but Harry continued. \"--but I have more dignity than to blurt out something that embarrassing and personal out to the whole school. I know that you don\'t believe me, but I do know when to keep my mouth shut.\"


Snape\'s lip curled and he narrowed his eyes at Harry again. \"That\'s laughable; you being able to keep your mouth shut,\" the man smirked before bantering at the emerald-eyed boy again. \"Stupid Gryffindor tendencies again. I don\'t want your pity. Tell me, did you think that you were going to gain something from the fact that you never told any of your friends about my Pensive? Did you think that you were going to get my undying gratitude at your unselfish actions?\"


\"You don\'t understand do you?\" Harry all but yelled at his potions professor. \"I didn\'t want to gain anything! I understand what it\'s like to be degraded for no reason! I know that you and practically everyone else who has ever heard of me thinks that I\'ve lived a perfect life full of riches, a loving family, and the like, but you have no idea that none of that is the truth! The Dursleys despise everything that has to do with magic! That includes me, Professor!\"


\"Don\'t you ever take that tone of voice with me again, Potter,\" Snape growled. \"You\'re a spoiled, pompous brat who thinks that he is above the rules. Above the normal people who aren\'t good enough for you. Don\'t feed me lies about how you were treated. What you consider abuse is probably nothing more than being punished for something that you deserved to be punished for. Stop wallowing in self pity. The way you take arrogancy to another level contradicts everything that you have just vocalized and I will not tolerate anything else that you have to say!\"


By now the older wizard was towering over Harry, the worst scowl possible marring his features. Normally that look would have made Harry back down, but Avenairu wasn\'t about to let that happen. The devil in Harry was not about to be talked down to by some pathetic human how still held grudges against his host about something the boy\'s father did in the past.


Harry stepped away from Snape and kept his gaze to the floor. The Potions Master took that as a sign of defeat and smirked triumphantly at the dark-haired boy.


\"So, you finally realized that this isn\'t a fight that you cannot win?\"


Harry lifted his head slightly, but not enough to meet the other man\'s gaze. \"No, you understood me wrongly,\" Harry spoke in a voice that was not his own, but deeper and much harsher than the boy\'s could have been. Harry lifted his face finally and his crimson gaze met with the onyx gaze of that of Snape. \"The Innocent One may back down from you but I will never let some mortal filth talk me down or put themselves over me!\"


A flare of magic rushed through the room and nearly every piece of glass shattered into a million shards. Potion ingredients and other substances fell to floor to mix into deadly combinations that would cause either a numerous amount of poisonus gases to arise from the floor or terrible explosions to destroy Grimmauld Place and at least anyplace within a fifty-mile radius.


Avenairu glanced around the room at the damage that he had caused and looked at Snape who had abandoned his look of indifference to aquire a horrified expression. The older man knew what would happen if those potions combined and there was no way that he could salvage all of them in time before fumes overcame them or an lethal blast destoryed them all.


\"Don\'t you know what those ingredients can do you imbecile?\" Snape yelled, in his haste forgeting that Harry was no longer in control of his body but Avenairu was. \"If this all combines we\'ll most likely die!\" At that Snape began to either banish some of the mess or replace what had been lost. Avenairu watched with amusement beofrre waving a careless hand over the room which caused everything to be put back into some semblance of order. The vapors that were suspended in the air vanished along with the broken glass.


Snape turned towards Avenairu, his anger flaring as he took in the half-devil\'s smug facial expression and amused eyes. \"You planned that all along didn\'t you?\" the man hissed, finally taking in Avenairu\'s eyes and remembering that Harry no longer stood in front of him, but his counterpart.


\"Yes, and it was quite amusing seeing you rush about with your pathetic attempt to fix the mess that I made.\"


Avenairu continued to gaze calmly at Snape, his eyes beginnning to have green flecks in them. His anger was toning down quite a bit. \"Don\'t let that happen again, or next time I won\'t be so leanent. I know that you will most likely punish Harry for this, but I warn you, if you treat him badly because of me...\"


The half-devil didn\'t complete his sentence because Harry finally got control over his own body again. He hated it when Avenairu just decided to take him over like that. He had almost no control over what his other half did and anything could happen. People could be hurt just because of his anger and Harry was a bit more rational than his counterpart.


\"I\'m sorry, Professor, I truly am.\" Normally, Harry wouldn\'t think of apologizing to the stotic man before him but what had just happened warranted a huge apology. \"I can\'t control Avenairu, if I could, this never would have happened.\"


Snape just glared at the boy and looked away. He gestured to a chair. \"Just sit down so we can begin. The sooner we get this over with, the faster that you\'ll be gone from my sight.\" THe older wizard was weary of having the boy around, and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible


Harry just complied and sat down in an uncomfortable wooden chair that was adjacent to Snape\'s workbench and cauldrons. He ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face for what seemed to be the upteenth time that day. He groaned inwardly at the fact that due to his emotional imbalance at the moment, Snape would probably need no effort to get inside of his mind.


Harry watched Snape as he strode over to a cabinet and rummaged inside of it for a few seconds before pulling out a small pensive. He set it on his workbench and pulled out his wand. He placed it near his temple, but paused slightly before taking any memories.

\"From now on, before we begin our lessons, we shall be using this Pensive,\" Snape began. \"I\'m going to teach you how to extract your memories, so pay attention, if that is not beyond you.\" Harry grumbled, but for the next quarter of an hour, he was shown how to focus on a specific memory and how to extract it with his magic. His wand refused to work, they discovered. Harry just decided that his magic, was too unstable, and didn\'t want to be channeled through the slender piece of wood. As Harry made an attemp to extract a memory, just as Snape had showed him, the older wizard cautioned him,\"Be careful with what you remove.\" Harry expected yet another jab, waiting for the man to say that he had too little an amount in his brain to loose anything else, but th amn continued by saying, \"The memory will be completely lost to you while it is in the Pensive. While it is gone from your mind, you will have absolutely no memory of it. When you decide to replace your memory, it will be as if you are experiencing the situation that it arised from all over again, and depending on the mood of the memory, it can be extremely unpleasant.\"

Harry\'s confused expression must have shown on his face because Snape snapped, \"If you remove the memory of Black\'s death, you will stop mourning him. While your memory is in the Pensive you will believe that he is alive, but when you replace the memory, it will all come crashing back to you, and your grief will be as strong as it was when he died before.\"

Harry winced; partially because of the Professor\'s sharp tone, but mainly because of the reminder of his godfather\'s death. Though he was learning to hide it well, Harry was still distraught over the loss of the man that he looked to as a father figure. His mind traveled to the inheritance that he was going to recieve when he was of age. No doubt that Ron would become green with envy at the thought of his rich best friend getting even more money.

\"Potter, my patience with you is growing thin. I suggest that you don\'t try me anymore than what you have.\"

A glare in the former Death Eater\'s direction did not cause him to flinch or stall in his lecturing. \"Before we go through with my new method of teachign however, I\'m going to test how weak your shields are. No doubt that you haven\'t practiced during the short interim that you were away from school.\"

Before Harry had any time to protest, a cry of \"Legimens,\" made him stiffen as he felt his mind being opened and his thoughts being shifted through. He tried as hard as he could to block Snape from seeing his memories and thoughts, but resistance was futile.

Sirius falling throught the veil in slow motion as Bellatrix threw a curse at him

Uncle Vernon throwing him down onto the floor roughly onto the broken plate shards

Ron punching him in the face

Bits of the dream of Varajie and his duel in Hell

Wide blue eyes flecked with green, gazing up at him with a quiet, yet trusting gaze

Finally, Harry shoved his professor out of his mind. He would have been angrier at the man for not giving him a proper warning, but he was too interested in finding out what the last memory had been. Blue eyes, flecked with green. Whose eyes were those. None of his friends had blue-green eyes; maybe it was something from his days training that he still hadn\'t been able to remember yet.

\"Terrible as always. That was the most pathetic attempt I have ever seen, if you tried at all of course.\" Snape observed Harry with a critical eyebrow raised as he noticed that once again the half-devil wasn\'t paying attention to him. For once he decided to overlook that fact and question what he had seen in the boy\'s mind.

\"What was that fight that I saw?\" Harry sighed. The older wizard didn\'t need to elaborate.

\"That was Sinner Varajie.\" At the man\'s questioning look he continued, \"Sinner is the title given to any devil that is a Hell Master or of a very high rank. There are seven levels of Hell and they can only be guarded by certain devils. Anyway, we had gotten into an arguement. He was insulting Dess and I, and my magic got a bit out of control.\"

Snape just contiued to regard him with that particular look, his eyes unfathomable as always. \"You must have been extremely unstable to have a voice in you rmind yelling, \'Kill him...Destroy him...Make each blow more painful than the last...\'\"

Despite himself, Harry let a bit of color flood his cheeks. \"I was very angry, but I\'m protective over the people that I hold in high regard. My friends, of course, are a part of that group and Dess. Avenairu is part of that anger that I had when I attacked Varajie, but there was something else beneath that.\"


Harry glanced up at his professor in astonishment to realize that the two of them had just had a somewhat civil conversation, save a few insults on Snape\'s part. The older wizard must have realized this as well and then reverted back to his \"bastard Professor\" mode.

\"At any rate, that was an extremely weak attempt at guarding yourself--\"

\"You didn\'t give me any time to prepare!\"

Snape snorted and then said, \"Do you think that the Dark Lord is going to count to three and then assault you, Potter? How daft can you be? You used the exact complaint last year, I thought that you had learned something.\"

The two of them glared at one another and the Snape whipped out his wand and waved it at the door. It flew open with a bang and Harry winced as it hit the wall.

\"Leave. I have much work to do. We\'ll continue this later.\"

A large pile of books flew towards Harry and the emerald-eyed boy struggled to keep them in his arms when they hit him in the chest. He wobbled a bit under the weight and frowned when he saw Snape smirking at his over the pile.

\"I expect you to look through all of those books and give a foot of parchment on all of the important theories that we will be studying.\" Harry opened his mouth to protest that he already had a of homework, but a brush over his mind stopped him from responding.

\"This is just the beginning, Potter. Did you think that I was going to let you off that easily. Your friend Dessmona said that your mental shields would be exceptionally vunerable, so you need to learn and practice all that you can.\"

As Harry continued to glare at him Snape turned his back to him. \"I believe that the door is behind you.\"

The agitated young wizard stomped his way out of the door and jumped slightly when it slammed behind him. He dropped one of the books and then just dumped them all on the floor. We has half tempted to just kich them down the hallway, but then a voice rang through the heavy door.

\"Those are very valuable books, Mr Potter and I expect you to take good care of them.\"

Harry kicked one of the books intentionally and comtemplated dumping them in a fire and then blaming it on Avenairu\'s anger, but in protest he felt a rise in his magic at the thought as the other half of his soul flared at him. Harry sighed and made his way down the hall to see if anyone could levitate the books up to his room.


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Many thankies to HAZELWOLF for being a wonderful beta!!! Love Ya!!!!!!!!!!!!

I\'m not writing too much Dumbledore bashing in this fic. In general, I like him as a character but I don\'t agree with the quote, \"Ignorance is bliss\" when it comes to the war between Voldemort and Harry. He shouldn\'t have been left in the dark. I think that while Dumbledore might see Harry\'s revealed powers as a good weapon against the Dark Lord, I\'d like to think that the wizard has learned by now that Harry doesn\'t want to be used a weapon. Not that Harry can help it of course.


Personally, I hated the idea of Harry going out with Ginny, as I don\'t like her as a character that much. She\'s not going to be a big part of this fic at all only Hermione, Draco, Harry, Severus, Remus, Dessmona, and finally Saengen (and a few more characters I haven\'t mentioned yet) are going to be a big part of the story.


If you\'re wondering about Saengen, you won\'t be able to see his true form until Chapter Five or Six. I\'m not sure how to introduce him yet...


I\'m sorry if you guys are tired of the whole \"Sev gives Harry Occlumency lessons and they get close and etc, etc...\" plot, but for now, that\'s the easiest way to give their relationship a jump start.


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See you in Chapter Five

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