Demonic

Chapter 1-


This is an alternate universe/dark Harry/creature/slash fiction. If you don't like it, leave. It contains mild language, and slash in future chapters. Harry Potter and his associates belong to J.K.Rowling, not me. for the purposes of this story i am borrowing information from forgotten realms. this is also copyrighted. i am not making any money, so don't sue. try to enjoy my first fiction story


Harry sat in his room and cried. It wasn't Fair!- He thought- Why did James get everything? Growing up with his twin brother and his father, Harry had known neglect like few people in the world.
Ever since his precious wife had died, James Potter Sr had thrown himself into his work, and behind his firstborn son- James Potter Jr. Every one knew that James Potter Jr had killed the dark lord, and that he was destined to kill him again when he rose once more- sometime in the future. Harry's father, as an Auror, spent all of his time either at work or with James. Right now, everyone was downstairs, celebrating his twin brothers fifth birthday.
Harry hadn't even gotten any presents.
It had been like this his entire life.
He rolled over, to look out the window and saw it. A small spider was spinning a web in the corner of the window frame.
Harry walked over and put his head on the window sill.
“Thats beautiful.”he told the small spider
“Its practical” it replied. Harry was shocked. The only type of spider he knew of that could speak human was an acromantacula- and the spider in the window was hardly resembled a giant tarantula. In fact- now that harry looked closer, it was a rather large female black widow spider. Maybe it wasn't the spider- maybe it was Harry himself.
“I know, but that helps it. Beautiful and deadly.” The spider stopped and regarded Harry with its multiple eyes.
“I should have realized when you spoke to me- I think you have been touched by the queen herself.” Harry knew enough not to tell his auror of a father that he could speak to spiders, but this comment left the five year old puzzled.
“Do you have a name?” He finally asked
“No.”
“Can I give you one if we are to talk?” the spider acquiesced, and Harry thought for a moment. “How about Lilith?”
“I love it”
“My name is Harry”

Five years later...

Harry's breakfast was disrupted by the arrival of the mail. By the look of it, it was his and James's Hogwarts letters. He was about halfway through his small breakfast- a muffin (Harry didn't much, and breakfast was usually even less than that)- when his Father and brother entered. The house elves, as usual immediately gave them each a huge plate, piled high with all manner of fried foods- harry could feel his arteries clog from looking at them. Harry slid James letter across the tabletop, and continued with his muffin.
James, upon seeing the letter immediately started jabbering incoherently, his mouth full of sausage. Harry briefly wondered why his muffin was taking so long to be eaten.
“DAD! Look at this! I got the letter!” James, it seemed, had finally discovered the art of swallowing. “look I've been accepted!”
“Thats great James- how 'bout we go to diagon alley and buy your stuff today, hmm?”
“That would be great dad!”
“How about you Harry? Did you get a letter?”
Harry, not bothering to look at either of them, held up the yellow envelope, and concentrated on eating the muffin.
Mr Potter frowned at his slightly younger son, but shrugged

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The ride through Gringotts had been fun, although harry had, by now, done it often.
“So, James- where too first?”
“How 'bout a wand dad?”
“Good idea!”
Harry followed his family through the narrow, winding street, to a sign in faded gold that said Ollivanders, makers of fine wands since 382 BC
The old man did James first- after a long convulted tale about their parents wands, grandparents wands, and great grandparents wands.
“Well now, young James. Let me see.” he pulled a long tape mesure with silver markings from his pocket “Which is your wand arm?”
“I'm right handed”
“well then- I'm sure your father has told you all about Ollivander's wands, so let us begin. Beechwood and and dragon heartstring, nine inches, nice and flexible. Just give it a wave.” almost immediately it was snatched back “no, how about this one?or this one.? How about this”
The chair beside James was piling up with rejects, and, bored out of his mind, Harry started wondering around the store. Finally, James got the right wand, and Harry heard something about how it had the same core as the wand Lord Voldemort had.
“Harry- how 'bout i leave you here with Ollivander, and enough money to get all your stuff, and we'll meet up at home”
Harry nodded- he had floo powder to get home
“Well, Harry- let's just hope that you aren't as picky as your brother was.”
Unfortunately, this wouldn't happen. For more than twenty minutes the old fool kept giving him wand after wand. After a nine inch beechwood with a dragon heartstring in it, Harry sighed and tucked his fringe behind his ear. Unfortunately, Ollivander saw the scar.
Some people said it looked like an inquisitive snake, others that it looked like a front on view of a spider, but whatever it was, the scar had existed since the night that his brother had killed Voldemort, sitting on the upper right of his forehead. His brother had one as well, a lightning bolt, which was taken as truth that he had stopped Voldemort
However, maybe it wasn't so unfortunate- within a few moments of seeing it, he dived for the back of the store, and a wand he assumed was back there
“Here you go” Harry looked at the wand somewhat dubiously. It was at least seventeen inches long, and appeared to be made out of ebony.
The moment Harry touched it, he felt a jolt run through his arm, and his automatic, at least, after twenty minutes of doing little else, wave seemed unnecessary, as the room plummeted into darkness, and the temperature dropped drastically.
Shadows appeared as he waved, taking on Spider-like and serpentine forms, whispers gathering in the corners.
Ollivander seemed to take all this as some sort of sign
“Ebony, seventeen inches, containing a piece of spider silk said to come from Lloth herself, and a scale from Merrshaulk- incredibly powerful wand, especially in the dark arts.”
Harry was glad his father had left before Ollivander had said that.

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Harry looked up as the door to his compartment was opened, and a Blond haired kid walked in.
“Is there room in here?- everywhere else is full” Harry nodded, and gestured towards the seat opposite him. “My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy”
“Harry Potter”

AN- the Actual Story takes place in sixth year , this is just a backgroundy sorta chapter.