The Devil's Book

A/N -- I'm sooooo sorry that I haven't updated in forever. I've been majorly busy though...I suppose that is no excuse though. I'll try to be faster next time. I hope you like this chapter, and sorry for the crap ending, but at least I posted something. Please rate and review. I do enjoy reading reviews!!

Disclaimer -- I do not own Harry Potter...but if I did...

Harry woke up as he normally did, and since no one else mentioned what happened last night, he didn't either. Everything happened normally, or what used be normal until a few days ago. The normal group made their way down to breakfast, and sat in their normal seats. They all started eating in silence until Ron spoke up.

"So, Harry, did you meet you mystery girl last night?"

Harry was rather shocked by the question. He had thought that the traitors would have more tact than that. Again, they were bothering him about who he was seeing, and they were bringing up last night. Harry wondered how stupid his friend actually was.

"Yeah, we, you know, talked, and stuff," Harry said blushing, playing into the image they had of him. He knew he should feel at least a little bad, but he just couldn't.

"Yeah right. You just 'talked.' Come on Harry, we're seventeen, just admit you got a little action," Seamus said roguishly.

"Well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Harry said jokingly, hoping his friends wouldn't press anymore. Unfortunately, his ex-friends had less tact that he thought. They continued to tease him for a few minutes until Ron said something extremely stupid.

"I don't understand why you won't tell us mate, she can't be that bad At least you're finally getting some, for awhile we thought you were a fag or something."

Before Harry could explode and blow his cover, Neville stepped in.

"Guys, just leave him alone. If he doesn’t want to tell us, I don't see why he should have to."

The group, sans Harry, glares at the slightly chubby boy, who in turn retreats into his tea. Luckily it was time for class. The day passed normally. Nothing much happened, and Harry was simply anxious to see Draco that night. The others in the group were anxious, and for the exact same reason, though they didn't know it.

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The group met the same way they did every night, most with horrid grins on their faces, with thoughts of limitless power in their head. None of them fully realized that they were selling their souls forever for a relatively small increase in power.

"I hope you are all prepared, for tonight we will embark on our journey to achieve the power to vanquish the 'boy-who-lived,'" Dumbledore said as he looked around the room and saw that all his servants were there.

A round of somewhat quite cheers went though the room. It died quickly though, as Dumbledore silenced them all with a glare. The old man started to chant and suddenly they were all transported into what looked like the waiting room of a muggle dentist's office. No one ever said the Devil didn't have a sense of humor.

"You must be the group from Scotland, I'll just inform Mortvie, and he'll be with each of you shortly. Until he arrives you can wait here and enjoy our various reading materials."

The group collectively turned and saw a smartly dressed young women sitting behind a window on the other side of the room. After she had finished speaking she started to talk on a phone. The group stared at he for a bit longer before looking around the room. It was all white with a bunch of uniform floral patterned chairs. The carpet was an unnatural blue color that seemed to match the paintings of followers on the walls. There was some of that soothing, natural music coming from somewhere, and on the synthetic wood side tables there were various fishing, medical, and Highlights* magazines from at least five years ago. While the group of conspirators sat down to wait, a very different scene was going on in another room in the same underworld.

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"I'll be over there as soon as I can, thanks Diane," Draco finished before he hung up the phone and turned to his confused lover. "That was my secretary. She said that Dumbledore and his group are here. Once we get dressed we can go and get this over with."

"You have a secretary?" Harry asked as he was whisked away by his chuckling love to go and get ready.

The two were ready about a half an hour later, with Harry dressed simply in black pants and a black long sleeve shirt. He wasn't meant to stand out or scare, he was just going to be observing. Draco, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. The blonde was wearing tight leather pants that were ripped up and down the legs. They ended in black biker boots on one end and with a spiked belt on the other. In his belt was an assortment on knives and daggers that glittered a dangerous silver. For a top he was wearing a tight black long sleeved leather shirt with buckles all across it. On his back were two swords secured in their scabbards. His hair was still a string blonde, but his eyes seemed to be cracked with black. The blonde turned to the brunette.

"I suppose that we've kept them waiting long enough."

Harry nodded and the two headed off.

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Dumbledore was beginning to get annoyed. He didn't care if he was meeting with the Devil or a lowly student, no one kept him waiting, and that was exactly what this…this…thing was doing. These chairs were uncomfortable and these so called "reading materials" were outdated and boring. The other inhabitants of the room weren't faring much better, either. Everyone was just about to consider leaving when they hear a deep and raspy voice come from over where the secretary's window was.

"Ah, you must be the group from Scotland. I'm not all that sorry to have had to keep you waiting," Draco, or Mortvie as he was about to be know to these humans. "I just had to finish some business else where, I trust you were uncomfortable?"

The assembled group looked at the devil quizzically. They had not expected him to look so handsome. Also, none of them seemed to exactly catch what he was saying.

"Yes, we completely understand, umm…" Dumbledore trailed off. He had stood when Draco arrived and had just raised his hand as if to shake Draco's.

"You may call me Mortvie. I am, Satan for lack of a better term, and it is me who you will be selling your souls to this fine evening," Draco said with a malicious smirk.

"Excellent. I suggest we do this as quick as possible because you are obviously a busy man. All we have to do is sign, correct?" Albus asked, a little miffed about his hand not being shaken.

"I will take each of you privately to do the actual signing, but I must warn you that you are selling your souls for eternity. You will never get them back."

"Yes, yes we know!" The whole group seemed to say.

Draco simple frowned a bit. 'That was the problem with humans,' he thought to himself, 'they don't understand the concept of eternity. It is far to much for their minds to handle. Eternity is forever, it doesn't end. They won't get their souls back, not that most of these people would have had a fun afterlife, but at least they would have stayed dead. The best form of torture is making a person relive a life similar to that of the ones they tormented, and being aware of the whole thing. Stupid mortals.' Draco continues to frown at the group before turning to his secretary. "Who is first on the list, Diane?"

"One, Neville Longbottom," The blonde woman says as she looks at a computer screen.

"Ah, yes. Right this way Mr. Longbottom. The rest of you just sit tight and wait your turn," Draco turns and Harry follows him out. Neville stands nervously and Diane motions for him to follow. He does after someone from his group pushes him.

The three enter a room through a stark white door. The room inside, though, is very different from everything else. Dark red carpet and cream and mahogany walls. There is a low, black metal coffee table that is surrounded by three comfortable looking black and red leather chairs. The two lovers sit on one side of the table and wait for the nervous human to sit. Once he does Draco speaks.

"We are here to offer you protection. We know that you do not want to do this, and it has always been my policy never to force someone to give away something as precious as their soul. If you choose not to sell your soul, no one will be the wiser, and you will no longer be under the control of that madman."

"If he's such a madman why are you letting him do this? Why are you giving him power? All he wants to do is hurt people, he wants to hurt my friend!" Neville burst out rather suddenly. One could only assume it was nerves.

"Because he is a stupid man. It's not like he's getting a lot of power, and the one he wishes to control already has , master, so to speak," Draco said with a side long glance at Harry.

"If you can protect me from those freaks, I want to keep my soul."

"Excellent…"