Harry Potter and the Demon Knight
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Harry Potter and the Demon Knight
(My Mother deleted my previous work, but I will be replacing it soon. SORRY!)
(TY to Shanna, who kept me up and awake so that I could finish re-writing this chapter tonight.)
Incubus are male sex demons. They are extremely strong, and can bend shadows to their will, even take on the appearance of any other male they come across.
There only weakness is that they only recharge or "eat" sexual energy, and are attracted to virgins and un-married woman (specifically when ovulating) leading to more births of Full Incubi or Succubi, or in rare cases, a Cambion, or half-Demon that lacks Incubi or Succubi traits.
The most famous of Cambion births is that of the great wizard Merlin, who was born of an Incubi and a Nun.
~Records of demonology, ~Paris Von Vaglain
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Chapter One
Lord Voldemort raised his eyebrow as he turned and looked at the figure of his now MORE trusted servant, Severus Snape. Voldemort wasn't a fool; and he knew very well that Severus' loyalties might not lie with him; but still.
They both knew that Severus could never be truly trusted. He was far to much of a snake for that.
"Are you telling me that there is an ACTUAL Chance… to turn Harry towards Dark Magic?"
Severus nodded, his face still downcast in respect. "Yes, my lord. As I have already told you about the abuse in Harry's past, as well as Dumbledore’s manipulations to that point. And I have told you what the sorting hat has told me. I believe that Harry could be swayed either way. And with Dumbledore's hold
on him now gone…"
"I get the point, I get the point…" Voldemort said moodily as he looked to another of his followers, Amycus, the twin of Alecto.
"We will see if what you say is true, Severus. Amycus…" Voldemort said, reaching out his hand. Amycus then quickly pulled out a lock of black hair, and handed it to his lord. Severus and Draco both stiffened as they looked at the hair.
"Amycus had a stoke of genius after you told him to break his curio, Severus. He got a lock of Potter's hair in its place. Fitting for such magic that will be needed, wouldn't you say?" He said with a snakish grin on his nose-less face.
Voldemort then walked over to the middle of the circle, holding the lock of hair in his hand. He the held his hand out, palm up, and stared at the lock of hair. He then took half of the lock away from the rest, as not to waste such a precious treasure, and pointed his wand at what was left.
"Let’s see what evil lies inside the Golden Boy, shall we? Ostendo Sum Obscurum!" Voldemort said to the remaining lock of hair. The hairs now came to life with in the hand of the Dark Lord. Slow at first, as a light wind seemed to catch the hairs singling, one by one, and float away from his hand.
Slowly the hairs and light started to dance, flittering one after another. Spinning, twirling and free falling as the light started pulsing in waves, like heart beat. Now swirling and spinning and winding madly in a wind, like a light show, or a movie reel that was going to slow.
Then finally the figure appeared. It was a life-sized shining statue of Harry Potter, nearly full-grown.
Voldemort looked over the figure, and noticed, first off, that it was in fact Harry. But he almost hadn’t recognized the runt. The last time he had truly looked him over was the night of his rebirth.
All signs of childhood where now gone. No chipmunk cheeks, no baby fat, no hanging or lose body skin. All of the awkward youth from the teenage years seemed to go as well.
Their meeting in the Ministry of Magic was short lived and dark. Voldemort had only seen his outline and therefore had known where to curse. Nothing else, not that he would confess that to anyone.
He studied the statue of Harry closely. Starting from within its heart, Voldemort noticed the deep, dark and beastly red glow. With every heartbeat it pulsed from the boy, much like a spider web, encompassing his entire rib cage. The glow then spindled and narrowed down his spine before fully claiming the entire spinal cord. From there it spread, slowly now, to the end of his legs and arms. But it only strong enough to reach the fingertips of his wand arm.
The death eaters around the circle gasped and gaped in amazement at the show of dark magic. Mostly of the shock was from what it showed them, and what they knew to be true.
Harry Potter's body was nearly laced with dark energy. It seemed to be living, growing… even NESTING inside of him.
Restrained yes… restricted, definitely.
How else would it be swarming in his rib cage and shoulders, yet fighting to try and spread anywhere else?
Voldemort mentally grinned as he stared at the figures shoulders, tensed with stress. Thinking of the strain and stress he himself had placed on the boy's life these past 7 years, no wonder.
"The boy is suppressing it." Voldemort said with a grin. "If I had cast the full charm, I am sure that you would see blue lights, barriers wrapped around the red, fighting to contain them." The Death eaters whispered among themselves at this new news, knowing it to be true.
Some in disbelief, some in misbelief, others in excitement at the thought of having the boy-who-lived on their side.
"You where correct Severus. This boy is a mass of dark energy, just waiting to explode. We'll have to unleash it, and quickly, while he is still at his muggle guardian's."
"Perhaps… my Lord... I can help." Said a low male voice from the side of the circle. Voldemort raised his eyebrow as he turned and raised an eyebrow at the Ambassador from the Demons.
Voldemort raised his eyebrow starting at the demon, now interested in why the man chosen NOW to speak. He motioned for him to come forward and explain his plan. But strangely, when the long-legged, fully cloaked man walked forward, it was not to Voldemort…it was to the figure of Harry.
He stopped in front of it and looked it up and down. He then moved his face forward, and slowly but carefully, smelled the air around the figure. He reached out his hand and grabbed at the figure, pulling out a fist with five hairs in it. He then put his fist to his mouth and smelled again.
Voldemort stared in disgust at the demon, not knowing whether to kill him or just cast Crucio him. Before he could decide to do either the man talked.
"Yes..." The man said. "Yes, he will do. He has no need to dominate, not yet, but he has a desperate and burning desire to have children. To be a father… he will do."
Voldemort blinked at the demon again, now highly aggravated, and he threw a Crucio into the mans body.
Voldemort held it on him for a few moments longer, before allowing the curse to end.
He allowed the demon catch his breath, as he circled around him, waiting until he could talk again.
"Now then Dalcarius, tell me what would Harry be perfect for?"
"For turning him…into... an Incubus... all... I would need… is another handful the hair… you just used for the spell." He gasped from the floor.
Voldemort blinked at the man below him. He then grinned, cackled and threw his head back and laughed fully. Normally he would have rewarded someone for this grand a plan. So he would reward this ingrate as well…
He would allow him to live.
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Harry stormed out the front door to Number Four, into the dark cold nighttime air. Harry realized then that he had spent most of his day arguing with the Dursley’s. They were angry that Harry had come back weeks before planned, let alone the fact that he had with him two of his freaky friends. He wanted them to be allowed to stay in their ‘clean’ home.
After Hermione had calmed them down, they had easily found a place for them to stay; old lady Figg's, the squib and Order member down the street. That was where Harry had been up until fifteen minutes ago, when he had left Figg's to go home and 10 minutes before he had walked out, just now.
Harry wiped the bruised cheek and bleeding lip on his right sleeve, it pounded and hurt. He had been hit by Dudley before, and tossed around by Vernon, but to have them BOTH punch him in the same spot twice in a ten-minute period? No, that was enough, Harry left. He walked to the end of Number Fours private walkway, to the main sidewalk, as he heard Vernon, Dudley, and Petunia screaming inside the house.
Well, up theirs...
He had seen his mentor buried, tore himself away from the love of his life, made a solid enemy out of the Minister of Magic himself, left his home (Howgarts) not knowing if he'd ever see it again and NOW he had to put up the Dursley’s and all there fakeness?
Harry sighed as he lowered his hand from his mouth, now allowing himself to relax and cool himself with the cold night air.
Harry just had to admit it; this was the worst day of his life, and it wasn't even 7 PM yet.
Harry's ill-adjusted eyes stared ahead as he neared the park, getting closer to Figg’s house. It was then he saw a tall, stocky, redheaded figure turn the corner and start walking towards him. Harry was almost intimidated by the angry gaunt of the person, before he relaxed and grinned lightly. He had forgotten that Ron had told him to call in 10 minutes after he got to Number Four to make sure he was okay. Hermione must have talked him down for the past five minutes, telling him to please wait and give Harry time to get there. But from the angry stomp in Ron's step and his quick pace, Harry guessed that, per usual; Ron's temper overruled Hermione's logic.
Harry continued to grin as he came close to the next street lamp, (the last before the park). He waved his hands over his head at Ron. He then saw Ron's face turn to him, grinned as well, and adjusted his pace to meet up with him.
"OI! You didn't call!" Ron yelled with a smile from the other side of the park.
"I DIDN'T STAY EITHER!" Harry yelled back and was rewarded with a laugh.
Harry smiled and kept up his pace. It was then that something happened, something utterly horrifying. Harry was walking away from the Dursley’s house when he suddenly felt like something was being ripped out of him.
It felt as if a layer of his own skin was being peeled quickly off of his body, only it wasn't just on his skin…it was in his veins, in his bones, in his very heart and once it was taken away he felt… he felt as if he had been exposed to the utter cold, tossed out at winter to fend for himself. It was as if a warm blanket or a favorite warm jumper he had wore for years had been abruptly ripped from his body…
Taken away from him from the direction of Number 4, Privet drive.
Harry felt a cold chill all the way into his bones. He hadn’t even realized yet that his hand was against his chest, staring aimlessly to where he SHOULD be walking.
He just knew that he felt colder... more alone… more exposed than he ever had before.
He had lost something, something precious... the protection and comfort of his mother's blood. Not her relatives, not her family, not Dudley… HIS mother... Harry was in shock.
He was so in shock, that he didn't even see the black figure that stepped into the lamplight behind, pulling out a liquid-dipped knife.
So in shock, that he didn't even notice Ron screaming at him as he started running towards him...
But not enough to miss the feeling of a dagger being slipped into his back, cutting it's way up the side of his rib cage by his spine, barely missing his lungs.
Harry did feel that... every God-awful, scream inducing, flesh ripping bit of it…
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Ostendo Sum Obscurum - Reveil the darkness
(TY to Shanna, who kept me up and awake so that I could finish re-writing this chapter tonight.)
Incubus are male sex demons. They are extremely strong, and can bend shadows to their will, even take on the appearance of any other male they come across.
There only weakness is that they only recharge or "eat" sexual energy, and are attracted to virgins and un-married woman (specifically when ovulating) leading to more births of Full Incubi or Succubi, or in rare cases, a Cambion, or half-Demon that lacks Incubi or Succubi traits.
The most famous of Cambion births is that of the great wizard Merlin, who was born of an Incubi and a Nun.
~Records of demonology, ~Paris Von Vaglain
Chapter One
Lord Voldemort raised his eyebrow as he turned and looked at the figure of his now MORE trusted servant, Severus Snape. Voldemort wasn't a fool; and he knew very well that Severus' loyalties might not lie with him; but still.
They both knew that Severus could never be truly trusted. He was far to much of a snake for that.
"Are you telling me that there is an ACTUAL Chance… to turn Harry towards Dark Magic?"
Severus nodded, his face still downcast in respect. "Yes, my lord. As I have already told you about the abuse in Harry's past, as well as Dumbledore’s manipulations to that point. And I have told you what the sorting hat has told me. I believe that Harry could be swayed either way. And with Dumbledore's hold
on him now gone…"
"I get the point, I get the point…" Voldemort said moodily as he looked to another of his followers, Amycus, the twin of Alecto.
"We will see if what you say is true, Severus. Amycus…" Voldemort said, reaching out his hand. Amycus then quickly pulled out a lock of black hair, and handed it to his lord. Severus and Draco both stiffened as they looked at the hair.
"Amycus had a stoke of genius after you told him to break his curio, Severus. He got a lock of Potter's hair in its place. Fitting for such magic that will be needed, wouldn't you say?" He said with a snakish grin on his nose-less face.
Voldemort then walked over to the middle of the circle, holding the lock of hair in his hand. He the held his hand out, palm up, and stared at the lock of hair. He then took half of the lock away from the rest, as not to waste such a precious treasure, and pointed his wand at what was left.
"Let’s see what evil lies inside the Golden Boy, shall we? Ostendo Sum Obscurum!" Voldemort said to the remaining lock of hair. The hairs now came to life with in the hand of the Dark Lord. Slow at first, as a light wind seemed to catch the hairs singling, one by one, and float away from his hand.
Slowly the hairs and light started to dance, flittering one after another. Spinning, twirling and free falling as the light started pulsing in waves, like heart beat. Now swirling and spinning and winding madly in a wind, like a light show, or a movie reel that was going to slow.
Then finally the figure appeared. It was a life-sized shining statue of Harry Potter, nearly full-grown.
Voldemort looked over the figure, and noticed, first off, that it was in fact Harry. But he almost hadn’t recognized the runt. The last time he had truly looked him over was the night of his rebirth.
All signs of childhood where now gone. No chipmunk cheeks, no baby fat, no hanging or lose body skin. All of the awkward youth from the teenage years seemed to go as well.
Their meeting in the Ministry of Magic was short lived and dark. Voldemort had only seen his outline and therefore had known where to curse. Nothing else, not that he would confess that to anyone.
He studied the statue of Harry closely. Starting from within its heart, Voldemort noticed the deep, dark and beastly red glow. With every heartbeat it pulsed from the boy, much like a spider web, encompassing his entire rib cage. The glow then spindled and narrowed down his spine before fully claiming the entire spinal cord. From there it spread, slowly now, to the end of his legs and arms. But it only strong enough to reach the fingertips of his wand arm.
The death eaters around the circle gasped and gaped in amazement at the show of dark magic. Mostly of the shock was from what it showed them, and what they knew to be true.
Harry Potter's body was nearly laced with dark energy. It seemed to be living, growing… even NESTING inside of him.
Restrained yes… restricted, definitely.
How else would it be swarming in his rib cage and shoulders, yet fighting to try and spread anywhere else?
Voldemort mentally grinned as he stared at the figures shoulders, tensed with stress. Thinking of the strain and stress he himself had placed on the boy's life these past 7 years, no wonder.
"The boy is suppressing it." Voldemort said with a grin. "If I had cast the full charm, I am sure that you would see blue lights, barriers wrapped around the red, fighting to contain them." The Death eaters whispered among themselves at this new news, knowing it to be true.
Some in disbelief, some in misbelief, others in excitement at the thought of having the boy-who-lived on their side.
"You where correct Severus. This boy is a mass of dark energy, just waiting to explode. We'll have to unleash it, and quickly, while he is still at his muggle guardian's."
"Perhaps… my Lord... I can help." Said a low male voice from the side of the circle. Voldemort raised his eyebrow as he turned and raised an eyebrow at the Ambassador from the Demons.
Voldemort raised his eyebrow starting at the demon, now interested in why the man chosen NOW to speak. He motioned for him to come forward and explain his plan. But strangely, when the long-legged, fully cloaked man walked forward, it was not to Voldemort…it was to the figure of Harry.
He stopped in front of it and looked it up and down. He then moved his face forward, and slowly but carefully, smelled the air around the figure. He reached out his hand and grabbed at the figure, pulling out a fist with five hairs in it. He then put his fist to his mouth and smelled again.
Voldemort stared in disgust at the demon, not knowing whether to kill him or just cast Crucio him. Before he could decide to do either the man talked.
"Yes..." The man said. "Yes, he will do. He has no need to dominate, not yet, but he has a desperate and burning desire to have children. To be a father… he will do."
Voldemort blinked at the demon again, now highly aggravated, and he threw a Crucio into the mans body.
Voldemort held it on him for a few moments longer, before allowing the curse to end.
He allowed the demon catch his breath, as he circled around him, waiting until he could talk again.
"Now then Dalcarius, tell me what would Harry be perfect for?"
"For turning him…into... an Incubus... all... I would need… is another handful the hair… you just used for the spell." He gasped from the floor.
Voldemort blinked at the man below him. He then grinned, cackled and threw his head back and laughed fully. Normally he would have rewarded someone for this grand a plan. So he would reward this ingrate as well…
He would allow him to live.
Harry stormed out the front door to Number Four, into the dark cold nighttime air. Harry realized then that he had spent most of his day arguing with the Dursley’s. They were angry that Harry had come back weeks before planned, let alone the fact that he had with him two of his freaky friends. He wanted them to be allowed to stay in their ‘clean’ home.
After Hermione had calmed them down, they had easily found a place for them to stay; old lady Figg's, the squib and Order member down the street. That was where Harry had been up until fifteen minutes ago, when he had left Figg's to go home and 10 minutes before he had walked out, just now.
Harry wiped the bruised cheek and bleeding lip on his right sleeve, it pounded and hurt. He had been hit by Dudley before, and tossed around by Vernon, but to have them BOTH punch him in the same spot twice in a ten-minute period? No, that was enough, Harry left. He walked to the end of Number Fours private walkway, to the main sidewalk, as he heard Vernon, Dudley, and Petunia screaming inside the house.
Well, up theirs...
He had seen his mentor buried, tore himself away from the love of his life, made a solid enemy out of the Minister of Magic himself, left his home (Howgarts) not knowing if he'd ever see it again and NOW he had to put up the Dursley’s and all there fakeness?
Harry sighed as he lowered his hand from his mouth, now allowing himself to relax and cool himself with the cold night air.
Harry just had to admit it; this was the worst day of his life, and it wasn't even 7 PM yet.
Harry's ill-adjusted eyes stared ahead as he neared the park, getting closer to Figg’s house. It was then he saw a tall, stocky, redheaded figure turn the corner and start walking towards him. Harry was almost intimidated by the angry gaunt of the person, before he relaxed and grinned lightly. He had forgotten that Ron had told him to call in 10 minutes after he got to Number Four to make sure he was okay. Hermione must have talked him down for the past five minutes, telling him to please wait and give Harry time to get there. But from the angry stomp in Ron's step and his quick pace, Harry guessed that, per usual; Ron's temper overruled Hermione's logic.
Harry continued to grin as he came close to the next street lamp, (the last before the park). He waved his hands over his head at Ron. He then saw Ron's face turn to him, grinned as well, and adjusted his pace to meet up with him.
"OI! You didn't call!" Ron yelled with a smile from the other side of the park.
"I DIDN'T STAY EITHER!" Harry yelled back and was rewarded with a laugh.
Harry smiled and kept up his pace. It was then that something happened, something utterly horrifying. Harry was walking away from the Dursley’s house when he suddenly felt like something was being ripped out of him.
It felt as if a layer of his own skin was being peeled quickly off of his body, only it wasn't just on his skin…it was in his veins, in his bones, in his very heart and once it was taken away he felt… he felt as if he had been exposed to the utter cold, tossed out at winter to fend for himself. It was as if a warm blanket or a favorite warm jumper he had wore for years had been abruptly ripped from his body…
Taken away from him from the direction of Number 4, Privet drive.
Harry felt a cold chill all the way into his bones. He hadn’t even realized yet that his hand was against his chest, staring aimlessly to where he SHOULD be walking.
He just knew that he felt colder... more alone… more exposed than he ever had before.
He had lost something, something precious... the protection and comfort of his mother's blood. Not her relatives, not her family, not Dudley… HIS mother... Harry was in shock.
He was so in shock, that he didn't even see the black figure that stepped into the lamplight behind, pulling out a liquid-dipped knife.
So in shock, that he didn't even notice Ron screaming at him as he started running towards him...
But not enough to miss the feeling of a dagger being slipped into his back, cutting it's way up the side of his rib cage by his spine, barely missing his lungs.
Harry did feel that... every God-awful, scream inducing, flesh ripping bit of it…
Ostendo Sum Obscurum - Reveil the darkness