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):

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 also it messes up my storyline completely. Now this story is officially 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!

I would like at least 8-11 reviews a chapter so please REVIEW!

Unfortunately, my beta Hazel Wolf has disappeared. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t updated or that she just isn’t around. I don’t know if I want to try to get another beta, but if anyone really enjoys this story and can stand to put up with my haphazard updating schedule, please review or email me if you’d like to beta.

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Devil’s Snare

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Chapter Six: Controlling Avenairu

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Severus Snape stumbled into the kitchen at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and clutched wildly to anything that he could to prevent himself from tumbling from the fireplace. He landed gracelessly on the cold floor and cursed himself for being so weak. Blood dripped onto the floor from a cut on his lip and from the side of his face. His face was bruised and there were slashes all over his torso. His robes were tattered and bloody. His normally greasy hair was now soaked with sweat and blood, making the texture even worse. All in all, he looked a terrible mess.

Voldemort had been ruthless as usual; trying to pry information from him about Potter’s whereabouts. Some how the evil bastard had found out the boy was residing in Grimmauld Place for the summer how Snape had no idea. He could only hope that Lucius had not also found out that Draco was hiding out at Grimmauld Place as well, or there would more Hell to pay. Voldemort was indeed looking forward to having Draco on his side, and he wouldn’t cease until he got what he wanted or killed the boy for his insolence. Thankfully there was no one in the kitchen to see him in such a pitiful state.

………

Harry groaned and automatically clutched to his forehead, flinching as some left over pain coursed through his head‘I must have had a vision, but even though my head hurts, I feel surprisingly better…’ Slowly, he ran his fingers through his tousled hair, blinking as he looked around the dark room.

‘I can see in the dark!’ Harry gasped softly, remembering that Draco was only a few feet away from him in his own bed. He glanced over at the Slytherin Prince, who was tangled up in his bed sheets and, to Harry’s amusement, snoring somewhat loudly.

Harry covered his mouth to prevent a laugh and then climbed slowly out of bed. He was still very tired and mentally exhausted from the vision, but he was hungry. Dueling with Dessmona and missing dinner was gnawing at his stomach. He stretched, gasping softly as he cracked his back in three places.

Slowly making his way downstairs he noticed with his acute hearing that someone was moving around downstairs. Harry could hear that they were struggling a bit, the steady pitter-patter or heavy footfall not reaching his ears. The metallic smell of blood got to his nostrils and finally woke him out of his sleep-induced haze. Slowly he made his way down stairs, just in case whoever it was became startled.

Of course, it could be some sort of spy.

Harry tried to sustain a gasp when he saw that it was Professor Snape there, standing in a puddle of his own blood. The ex-Death Eater had a firm hold on the countertop and was trying not to fall over. His breathing was rough and slightly bubbly, most likely from some injury to his lungs. His black robes were ripped and drenched in blood and sweat and the Death Eater’s mask was resting on the floor by his feet, the usual white soaked in blood.

Snape felt eyes on him and painfully turned around. He hissed softly when his and Harry’s eyes met, partially due to being discovered (by Potter no less) and from the pain the slight movement had caused.

Neither of them moved until the man staggered and Harry rushed to his side, supporting him.

“Potter, what in the blazes do you think you’re doing?”

The half-devil struggled to move Snape into a more moveable position so as not to hurt the injured man any further. Snape was fighting not to go completely limp in his arms, but he was fading, and if Harry wasn’t too careful, he might drop him.

“What you think I’m doing Professor? I’m trying to keep you from keeling over!” Harry hissed in the darkness.

Snape grunted as the boy moved them so his head was resting against the boy’s shoulder—or would be if he weren’t so reluctant to accept Harry’s assistance—and he felt one arm going around his waist while the other tried to reach the counter to push the two of them into a better standing position. He suppressed a sharp gasp of pain when he rested gently against Harry’s hand which was trying to block his actually body from pressing into the counter’s edge.

“Wouldn’t you rather just leave me here and mock my predicament? Surely you wouldn’t want to help your “evil git” of a Potion’s Master?”

Harry rolled his eyes and was glad that the other man couldn’t see in the dark like he could. He wanted to get the man upstairs to his quarters, but getting both of them there would cause too much noise. Even carrying him was out of the question. For one, the stairs would creak so much that everyone would wake up, not to mention that Snape would NEVER let Harry or anyone else help him. The older wizard just had too much damn pride.

“Oh yes, I had forgotten, your pathetic Gryffindor nobility won’t let you leave anyone in need.” He stressed need with a mocking air to his voice.

Harry growled in anger, his temper rising. “Do you want me to just dump you on the floor and let the noise wake up everyone? That will be a nice scene won’t it?”

Snape raised his head and looked over Harry’s shoulder. His dark eyes rested on the mask, or what he could see of it. Only a part of it was still white, and visible due to the blood from his wounds.

“Even you do manage to get me to my rooms, you will indeed wake up someone and they will come down here. You can’t leave my blood and the mask down here now can you?”

Harry pulled back from his position of supporting Snape’s body and looked at the Death Eater’s mask. He decided to try his luck and wandlessly summoned the blood soaked cloth to his hand.

“At least I didn’t destroy something,” he murmured to himself.

Snape snorted and took the mask from his hands. “I wouldn’t want it to become tainted from your filthy hands, Potter.”

Why couldn’t of he just have taken the accursed thing? “Just by you touching it alone and what it actually stands for dirties it more than my hands or anyone in this house ever could!”

Harry ignored the Snape and focused deep into his mind where he knew that Avenairu was residing. He reached out to the dark part of his soul and felt a cold feeling rush through him as the entity stirred inside of him.

You need my assistance, Innocent One?

‘Yes,’ Harry thought back. ‘Is there some other way that I can get the two of us upstairs without making too much noise?’ Harry paused a second. ‘Also, I need to clean this up and heal Snape’s wounds.’

Why waste your time with this worthless piece of human filth. He lowers himself to work for the worst human and does even the “Light’s” dirty work. He is nothing but a pawn that causes you grief. Leave him here to drown and rot in his own blood.

If he could, Harry would have recoiled in repulsion. ‘Avenairu! I’m serious. If you think about, so are we. I’m Dumbledore’s pawn, of so he would like to think and technically I have to do The Devil’s bidding. In a way we are no better than him.

Nonsense! You were born into this, thus having no choice. He on the other hand, made his own choices, and is, and will be paying for them for the rest of his life!

Harry groaned out loud in frustration but was still too connected to his other half to notice Snape’s attention change to him. ‘Just help me, damn it!’

Your nobility sickens me.

Before he could respond, Harry could feel his will being pushed into the back of his mind. He could feel his body change slightly to accommodate the changes Avenairu brought when the devil took control. His body felt stronger and he grew a bit taller. His eyes burned slightly as they changed to blood red, and his eyesight became even clearer.

Avenairu hefted Snape into his arms and began to move slowly and quietly to the steps. Ignoring the human in his arms who was struggling to move away from him, he raised a foot and placed it onto the first step. What would normally not be that terrible a noise was very loud in the dead silence, save Snape cursing him under his breath.

After stepping down from the steps, Avenairu was hit in the chest by the man in his arms.

“What do you think you’re doing! Release me this instant!”

“Gladly.”

Snape felt himself falling from nearly five feet in the air and nearly hit the ground when he was caught roughly just before he reached the cold stone floor.

“Trust me, I would have let you crash into this floor and laugh as your disgusting brain spewed across the stones, but the protests in my head prevented me. Next time, I will not be as lenient.”

Had Snape not have been fuming at his nearly being dropped, he would have noticed the bitter tinge to the half-devil’s voice and the difference in the magic surrounding him. He didn’t have time to think about it when the younger man murmured, “Hold on,” and swiftly raced up the stairs. It felt as if they weren’t even touching the steps; the only sound was the rush of air as the two traveled. Each movement was smooth, and instead of the jerkiness that would have aggravated his wounds, Snape felt nothing other than the pain he was currently in.

By the soft light of the small candles lining the hallway, Snape saw the door into his chambers spring open wandlessly and the two of them stepped into the room just as silent as they had come in. The candles in the room burst into flame so as to provide light and Avenairu stepped swiftly around the lab tables that the Potions Master had conjured to another door that led into his actual bedchamber. The candles lit there as well and the man’s bed was exposed in the soft light. Avenairu gently deposited the man in arms to the bed after he wandlessly pulled back the covers. He ignored the man’s rasped protests as he pulled away the tattered and bloody robes and threw them to the side. Crimson eyes quickly surveyed the bloodied body of the man beneath him and he pulled back and held him hands not to far from the wounds.

“Try not to make any noise, this will hurt.”

Before Snape could say anything, he was encased in a dark mist, mixed with mostly black and red. It slowly gathered around his wounds and seeped inside, healing the surface and then closing up any abrasions with red-tinged skin. Snape couldn’t hold back a gasp of pain as the healing was done. His palms clenched so hard that he drew blood from his own hands.

“Stop making my job harder,” Avenairu snarled, wrenching the man’s hands from the sheets and forcing them open. The mist filtered into those wounds and then healed them. They were shallow enough to be healed completely by the dark magic. This time, Snape did nothing except wince slightly, but that didn’t stop him from glaring hatefully at the younger wizard in front of him as he healed him.

“Must you be rough? You hardly helped the pain; might as well have left me to bleed to death. Your healing is nearly twice as bad as the wounds were in the first place. I’ve also noticed that they aren’t entirely healed. Is that beyond your awesome power, Potter?”

The hand that had been holding his hand open clenched painfully and claws dug into the newly scarred skin, nearly breaking it once more. Snape looked fully into the boy’s face and then paled slightly as his onyx eyes met fiery garnet. The latter of the eyes were gleaming in contempt and loathing as they stared down at his battered form and Snape finally realized the source of the uncharacteristic rough treatment.

“Can you not be grateful? If hunger had never woken my counterpart from his slumber, you would be unconscious and drowning in your own blood. I should have completely suppressed his protests when I nearly threw you to the floor earlier. You deserve none of his kindness, nor are you worthy of any sort of compassion! If I were not bound by the angel and the Innocent One, I would condemn your rotten soul to the deepest, most painful corner in Hell!”

While he was lecturing, Avenairu’s hand has positioned itself around the ex-Death Eater’s neck and was gripping him, not hard enough to do damage but enough to spark fear into those normally fathomless eyes. Avenairu’s heightened senses could feel the pulse running through the neck in his hand, smell the fear and lingering blood, and feel the man’s inner disgust at being so helpless against Potter.

“Like I have said before, do not blame my actions on my counterpart. He took no part in my cruelties towards you, which you deserve, might I add. Even now, his voice rings through my head, pleading with me not to kill you. You should be thankful, for it is something that you do not deserve.”

Snape had steeled himself to not show his anger and revolting fear, but it still shone through to the devil above him.

“I will inform Dessmona of your injuries and later on, she will completely heal them. Even if I could fully unlock my powers, I wouldn’t completely heal you. Show her no disrespect.”

Avenairu glared at Snape once more before relinquishing control back to Harry. The boy’s emerald eyes fluttered open and in his surprise he nearly tumbled into Snape who was watching him with wide eyes. As soon as Harry got his bearings he quickly pulled his hand away from the other man’s throat. He then stood up from his earlier position of sitting next to the other wizard and stood silently by the bed.

“I apologize for Avenairu’s actions and I will tell Dessmona to heal you tomorrow.”

Before Snape could do anything else, Harry fled from the room, silently closing the door behind him.

………

Harry wrapped his arms around himself as he moved through Snape’s collection of lab tables and cauldrons, pausing only to open the door and exit the room. As he went by, the candles blew out and the darkness surrounded him again. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he was overcome with dread. Snape would most likely kill him as soon as he was well enough to do so. He hated Avenairu for being so cruel.

I wasn’t being cruel; he deserved it.

Harry snorted as he made his way to the stairs ad quickly descended them. ‘You were almost as immature as the impudent brat he accuses me of being.

Just be glad that you have a direct influence over me or he wouldn’t be alive for you to worry over.

At the last step, Harry moved towards the kitchen and walked over to the sink to find a rag or something to clean up Snape’s blood. He want to use too much more wandless magic, it might overtax him. He was still weak from healing Potions Master and from the vision that he had earlier. As Harry searched for a rag he frowned in annoyance when his stomach growled. He had forgotten all about true reason for his awakening; hunger.

Harry knelt down and began to clean away some of the blood on the floor and trying to ignore his stomach when the stairs began to creak behind him. Harry immediately tossed the rag back into the sink and against his better judgment, used magic to clean up the bloodstained floor, the puddle from the wounds, the bloody footsteps from the fireplace and the drops on the stairs. He nearly tumbled over from the excursion and kept his back to the person who was descending the stairs.

Ron carried a small candle in one hand while the other was scratching his side in a sleepy fashion. Wild clumps of red hair stuck out from all directions and his face was flushed slightly. The boy yawned widely and smacked loudly. He finally opened his eyes and focused on Harry as he stood with his back to him facing the sink.

“What are you doing down here so late?”

Harry didn’t turn around to acknowledge him; he just acted as if he was trying to get a glass of water. He turned on the tap and found a clean class from the sink. Watching as the light from Ron’s candle reflected off of the glass and water alike, he stiffened slightly and murmured,

“I’m just getting a glass of water. I was hungry, I decided to come down here and get something to eat.”

Ron grunted in reply and walked over to the cabinets to hunt for a glass to drink from. He stopped after pulling out one and looked around curiously.

“Was anyone else down here? I could have thought that I heard noises from more than just one person?”

Harry shook his head and kept turning away from Ron so he couldn’t see his face. “Nope, just me.”

Ron shook his head and moved to the sink. Immediately, Harry moved out of the way and made his way to the counter; reaching for a small plate of leftovers from dinner the Mrs. Weasley must have left him. He smiled slightly and uncovered the food. As he did so, he could feel Ron’s eyes flow over him from behind.

“What is that odd smell?”

‘Shit! He can’t be smelling the blood can he?’ Harry thought frantically.

Ron placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder and tried to turn the other boy around to face him. Harry jumped in surprise, not expecting any contact.

“I know that I’ve been a complete arse, but—” He broke off.

Harry looked towards Ron’s face and followed the other boy’s eyes to what had caused him to stop talking. He looked down at his own chest and saw to his horror that the front of his pajama top was smeared with blood.

‘I forgot about cleaning up Snape’s blood from my clothes!’ Harry thought wildly. Ron was slowly backing away from him and his blue eyes were wide with fear. He was shaking his head in disbelief and fear. His lips were trembling and then he opened his mouth to let out a loud cry, but the only thing that came out was a whisper.

“What did you do!”

Harry tried to get closer to Ron. But the boy continued to back away until he was pressed against the sink.

“Ron, it’s not what you think—”

“Then what is it then?” the boy cried; nearly going into hysterics. “I was going to forgive you, but now I see that you really are evil.” His voice trembled, but he kept speaking. “Did you go out and have a late night killing spree?”

Harry shook his head and opened his mouth to tell Ron what had really happened, but the he stopped. ‘I can’t let him know that it was Snape who cause all of this, but at the same time, I don’t want to get in trouble by Ron either!’

You just can’t stay out of trouble can you?

In a flash, Harry was shoved to the back of his mind again and Avenairu had his hand firmly pressed against Ron’s mouth in an effort to silence his cries. The boy flailed wildly, but Avenairu hissed and wrapped the other hand around the boy’s neck and squeezed. Choking sound emitted from the shorter redhead and Avenairu hissed in his ear,

“Shut your mouth, human filth, or I will do so permanently.”

Ron’s eyes focused on Avenairu’s and saw the frightening red, which glowed in the dark. The burning smell from the candle that he had dropped wafted up to his nose and the lingering smoke burned his eyes.

“I will make a deal with you; stay quiet about what you saw here and I will spare you. If not, I’ll make you suffer worse than this Voldemort of yours ever could.”

That shut Ron up and made him stop his struggles. His mind went numb and his body limp as Avenairu cast a smell on him and proceeded to carry the boy upstairs into his bedroom. Thankfully no one heard him as he deposited the boy onto his bed and cast a sleeping charm on him.

Avenairu crept back into his bedroom and closed the door behind him with a soft snap and turned around to come face to face with none other than Draco. The silver-blond haired boy smirked at the annoyed flash that went through Avenairu’s eyes. The candle that the slightly older wizard was holding reflected eerily into the half-devil’s eyes.

“I was wondering where you where,” Draco murmured stepping back to let Avenairu step farther into the room. The crimson eyes never left the Slytherin’s form as he followed his own movements. “I heard a bit of the commotion downstairs, but I couldn’t bring it upon myself to investigate.”

Avenairu crossed his arms over his chest, and didn’t respond. Draco’s eyes traveled to the front of his pajama top.

“Is Severus back? That is why you have blood splashed all down your front, am I right?” When all he got was a quirked eyebrow in response the blond kept speaking. The emotion that the boy showed unnerved his counterpart slightly, but he ignored that.

“The Dark Lord must have gone rough on him then. I hope that the slimy bastard didn’t find my whereabouts, or else everyone in here is dead.”

Draco broke off and glanced at Avenairu. The devil was watching him silently with piercing eyes that were a mix between slight interest and mistrust. He didn’t answer the other boy’s question nor ignore him.

“If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine as well.

“That’s not really it. I have access to my counterpart’s memories and I know that in the years past you two have been enemies, not unlike another acquaintance of mine. I’m just trying to determine if I should trust you or not.”

Draco nodded and glanced over to a clock that was on the nightstand between both of their beds. The light from the candle reflected on the face of the clock, and the time was around 2:54 AM.

“Well, I’m completely awake now, and I don’t suppose that you want to go back to sleep either?”

Avenairu’s eyes flashed with slight amusement. “What do you propose we do until more reasonable waking hours?”

The blond just smirked and glanced over to the side of the room where his sword and bags were resting.

“We could train…”

………

Remus walked down the stairs, curious as to what the noises were in the training room they had set up for the young wizards to train. With his heightened werewolf senses he could hear the soft swishing of swords and smell sweat from exertion. He walked towards that room after crossing through the kitchen and pushed the door open.

The sight that met his eyes was a bit surprising to say the least. Harry and Draco were practicing with sword fighting. Harry was blocking Draco’s attempts to hit him with his sword and parrying him. Draco did have nice skills Remus noting (from the little bit he knew about fighting with swords) and Harry looked almost bored. Draco wouldn’t let up on his assault, and kept trying to land at least one blow on Harry.

Avenairu turned his gaze towards the slightly open door were the older wizard was standing and observing quietly without losing a beat in blocking Draco. Remus noticed the burgundy eyes and stiffened slightly. From what he had seen so far, Harry didn’t have that great control over Avenairu; the devil could get out of bounds easily.

“Remus,” Avenairu said softly. “Come to watch?”

The amber-eyed wizard just smiled softly and moved farther into the room. Draco looked fairly annoyed that even with his opponent being distracted, he couldn’t even get in one hit.

“Damn! Why can’t I get in at least one bloody hit? You always evade my every move, and look as if this were the most boring thing that you’ve ever done in your life!”

Avenairu twirled with sword around and then rested the blade against his shoulder with a smirk on his face. He didn’t even look like he had even worked up a sweat.

“That’s the beauty of my intense training, Dragon. If you want to learn, then accompany me to Hell one day and request training. The only downside is that I don’t think you’ve live to return to the surface.”

Remus blanched slightly. “Is it really that bad?”

Draco nodded as well. “I suspected that the training would be very intense, but a part of you is indeed human. How could you handle it so easily? Didn’t you struggle, at least a bit?”

The devil’s eyes became lost in thought. “My counterpart struggled a bit. I didn’t inhabit his body at the time. There is a ritual that a devil half devil has to go through to gain their other half. The two entities are connected but the actual binding has to be forged before it can be used. It’s very complicated to explain, and some of the information can’t even be revealed to you at all.”

Avenairu just shrugged, out of character of him, not that the two humans in the room would know. His eyes rested on Remus and he regarded him silently for a few moments.

“Draco, you go out into the kitchen, and check to see if anyone is out there yet? I don’t want anyone to discover us.”

Draco nodded if not a little confused and set down his weapon and moved towards the door and slipped out quietly. Remus looked a bit confused as well.

“What is it?

Avenairu moved closer, long ebony locks shimmering and flowing as he moved. “You are a werewolf, are you not?”

“Yes,” the other man answered quizzically. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything…”

“I can tell that my counterpart cares a great deal about you, and hates the thought of you suffering during the full moon. I could do something about that—”

Remus could barely keep himself from overreacting from the excitement going through him. “You could?”

Avenairu schooled his features as he felt Harry’s happiness and excitement through the bond they shared. “Yes, I can’t take away the actual transformation, but I can make the pain that comes with it go away. Also, you wont need the Wolfsbane Potion to keep you sane during the full moon.”

Remus’ eyes were bright with content and he had a relieved smile on his face. Avenairu nodded slightly and glanced around him to see that Draco was watching the two of them with an cool expression, but his eyes had a hint of curiosity in them. The devil raised his head and gazed silently at the blond.

“It seems that everyone is up and eating at the table. People were asking after you Remus, you too, Avenairu.”

Remus turned to Draco and nodded and walked towards the door and reached out to open it. Avenairu set his sword sheath and weapon down and waved his hand once to put everything in the room back in order. Draco and Remus watched with wide eyes at the incredible display of wandless magic. The devil did it with such ease and carelessness.

“Oh, you were practicing?” Hermione said as Draco sat down across from her, Remus a couple seats down the table and Avenairu right next to her. Ron was glaring daggers at the devil, but Avenairu ignored him. He focused his eyes on Hermione and the girl blanched slightly at the sight of his scarlet hued eyes. She nearly dropped his fork in surprise and turned red at the smirk the graced Avenairu’s face. The devil just placed another piece of sausage in his mouth and chewed silently, the smirk still gracing his handsome features.

Mrs. Weasley noticed that Avenairu hadn’t taken that much food when he had sat down and tried, carefully, to persuade him to get more food.

“Me, myself, don’t need food to survive, but his body does, so I take as much food as his body wants at this point. This isn’t particularly healthy either; I shouldn’t be eating this after I trained for about three hours.” Avenairu reached across the table to the basket of fruit and started eating an apple. Five sets of eyes watched him as he pushed back from the table and still holding a glass of apple juice and the apple in his other hand walking towards the kitchen, the plate of half-eaten food following behind innocently.

As soon as the devil was out of earshot, Ron burst out in hushed fear, “Mum, he’s pure evil!”

Mrs. Weasley gave her flustered son a skeptically look. “Ronald, don’t be so judgmental. It’s hard enough walking around on pins and needles with him. Harry feels left out when you treat him so poorly. It isn’t his fault, you know that he has a devil locked to his soul.”

Ron gave his mother a look of incredible disbelief. “Mum,” he breathed, “You can’t possibly think that he’s safe! Harry doesn’t have any control over Avenairu or whatever his name is at all. He could lash out at us any minute.”

Draco slammed his glass onto the table, a bit of milk sloshing out and landing on the wooden table and his eggs. “Could you stop complaining, Weaselby? Merlin, you act as if he’s come to you personally and threatened you. Of course, if I were Avenairu, I would have slit your throat by now. Stop being so shallow. I thought that you were supposed to be Harry’s best friend. Avenairu may be blocking some of Harry’s pain at being ridiculed by you aside but much of it hits home! Just grow up for goodness sake—”

“Don’t tell me what to do, you Death Eater scum. You’re just trying to get on their good side so you can take Harry down when he’s not looking! You’re trying to trick us all, you and your conniving Head of House, Snape! You Slytherins are all full of it!” Ron yelled, his face bright red with anger.

“Don’t you try to turn this conversation away from the problem at hand, which is you, and don’t you ever insult my godfather in my presence!”

“Oh, that’s definite proof that you’re a Death Eater. What do you do, have all of your filthy relatives get together at your manor and try to find ways to destroy Harry and get back at the Light side? Your father is in Azkaban now, but I’m sure that doesn’t keep all of you from getting together and having a Death Eater convention!

“Stop it!” Hermione cried, standing up as well. Draco stopped and looked at her but Rob kept mumbling under his breath. “Both of you, or do you think that you’re above everyone Ronald?” Said wizard turned red at the mentioning of his entire name. “Ron, I’m surprised at you for being so cruel. I thought that after the Tri-Wizard Tournament that you would have learned not to be so judgmental of Harry and his differences. You always have to become jealous, and what problems Harry has are nothing to want to have. I am in awe of his magic; we all are, but you of all people should grown up enough and tried to help his through this!

“Draco, I’m happy that you’ve matured enough to support Harry and Avenairu. That makes my very happy. You’ve dropped your hatred towards Harry and you’re accepting towards Avenairu.”

Ron’s face was blazing with embarrassment and his ears were bright red as well. He looked like he wanted to punch someone in their face. Hermione watched his body tense up and reached out to stop his hand from rising to hit someone. The boy flinched and pulled away, stepping towards the back door out to eh back of the house. He slammed the door open and then let it slam shut after him.

Mrs. Weasley rose and offered an awkward smile. “I appreciated your input Hermione, dear and even though I didn’t like how you yelled at me son, I appreciate that you did show a level of restraint.” She began to pick up some of the plates that were on the table and started to make her way into the kitchen. Hermione moved to open the door a bit farther for her. Draco picked up some more of the dishes.

As Hermione and Draco made their way to the staircase a soft rush of air brushed their backs and Draco whipped around on reflex reaching for where his wand would be if it were with him. Hermione almost had a delayed reaction as she turned.

“Why did you take up so energy defending me?”

Hermione sighed and Draco groaned in exasperation, a very un-Malfoyish expulsion of emotion. “Why wouldn’t we? You never did anything to us, now did you?” Draco smirked and folded his arms to his chest. “Anyway if I insulted you, then you might refuse to give me private sparring lessons.”

Avenairu scoffed in amusement and gave his first open smile to them both. It was a very sinful smile, making both Hermione and Draco turn the slightest red. His dark red eyes lit up to a bright red, flashing in amusement.

The devil took in their flushed faces and raised an eyebrow. “Does a smile really make you tow that unsettled?” He pushed past the two and stepped up to his room. Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “I need to talk to Dessmona about healing someone for me.”

Draco’s eyes widened slightly with recognition and he was about to ask more, but a narrowing of his eyes stopped the blond from speaking. Hermione perked up and began to ask about Avenairu’s powers and wondering if they transferred to Harry as well. The trio began to travel upstairs; of course one of them was missing and sulking outside on the back steps wondering about how to get back at Avenairu for his humiliation.

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Devil’s Snare……6……Devil’s Snare

Sorry about the extremely late update. ODD PLACE TO STOP THIS CHAPTER…Thankfully, I had a huge burst of inspiration and wrote 3,000+ words in an hour or you guys would still be waiting for me!

Don’t forget, no one knows the rest about Harry being the Prince of Hell. That will actually be revealed quite a bit later, hopefully in Chapter 12 or so. Harry will get in a duel with (I won’t tell you) a formidable opponent and then his true title will be revealed.

If anyone is really annoyed by the stupid bolded print when I upload, I’m not doing it. I go back into the EDIT page on the site and try to fix it, but it won’t let me. It’s really starting to make me mad! GGRRRRRRRRR!

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Korogi-chan/shoushi ame

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