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The Price of a Soul	By : dark-huntressmoony Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Price of a Soul
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
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The Price of a Soul

Summary: What is the price for Vengeance? Simple, just a soul, the soul of the one crying out for it. And Severus is crying out for it, but when his cry is heart, will he willingly give up the one thing he fought so hard to protect? Severus gets to exact revenge on the one who killed him, the only thing he has to do in return is serve Artemis, trading a Dark Lord for a Goddess, is that such a bad deal?

A/N: This is going to be my first Harry Potter cross over ever, this idea kinda blind sided me out of no where and I figured what the hell I may as well run with it. This is a Cross over between Harry Potter and the Dark-Hunter novels by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Brilliant books for anyone who wants to go pick them up. Anyway, I don’t want to get too far into it as I will explain everything in this very first chapter. For regular updates you can add my facebook profile Dark-Huntress Moony, I will be posting there and answering any and all questions about the stories I have written.

Pairing: Severus/Harry

Prolouge

“Look…at….me…” Severus whispered, his voice and his last breath leaving him as emerald eyes turned on him for the last time. Black clouded his vision and everything went dark and silent, until the screaming started.

Artemis covered her ears as a scream wrenched through her halls, shaking the very foundation of her temple, her kori around her yelping. She snarled as she felt the call, the pull to find the soul screaming for Vengeance, she flashed herself to the dingy little shack and snarled in disgust, mortals could be so disgusting sometimes. She gathered her skirts and walked on her toe tips to keep from touching as much of the ground as possible. She pressed back into the shadows as she saw three children run by, two boys and a girl. Once they were gone she walked to where they came from, a body who was sprawled on the floor, blood pooling around him. She knelt down and brushed his limp hair away from his face, fathomless black eyes stared up at her and she bit back her breath, the only time she had ever seen eyes like that were in ones who already served her. “You aren’t one of mine, or else I wouldn’t have felt pulled by your call.” She muttered, her eyes drifting over the man’s ravenged neck, it looked like he got into a fight with something and it nearly tore his head off. “Impressive, even with a wound like that you managed to nearly bring my temple down, let’s see who you want your vengeance at hm?” She pulled the odd looking robes open and pressed her hand to his chest. The man gave a shuttering gasp as his chest heaved and he began to choke, his hands coming up and clawing at his neck.

The goddess forced his hands down and forced him to look at her. “Quiet now!” She barked, “you called out to me, you damned well better shut up and listen to me.” She hissed at him. “You brought me to this filthy hovel and you will listen. Your soul called out to me, Artemis, the great goddess of the Hunt and the Moon, you want Vengeance on the one who did this to you yes?” The man nodded, his black eyes pinning her with an intelligence she had never seen. “I will give you that, you will live again for 24 hours, for an Act of Vengeance. Should you not complete your act you will die, for good, but if you do then the price of the act is simply your soul. You will give your soul to me, and I will keep it, in my temple on Olympus, and you will serve me, be part of my army. Can you do that?”

Severus looked up into the eyes of the woman above him, was she for real? His mind was racing, and his body ached, could he really just come back like that? For only his soul? He wanted to rip Voldemort to shreds, for everything the evil bastard had done to him over the years, the torture, the murder of Lily Evans, the years of pain, of secrecy, of wasted potions and talent. “…yes…” He croaked.

Artemis grinned gleefully, “oh very good! I would hate to have ruined my best dress because you were a waste of my time! Now then off with you!” She smiled and shoved him off of her and disappeared in a flash of white light.

Severus felt a searing pain as he picked himself off the floor, he gripped his wand tightly as he staggered to his feet, the blood was still wet and made his robes cling to him. He snarled as rage filled his vision and he swooped out of the shack, one thing on his mind. He raced to the forest, fallowing what must have been something given to him by the goddess, he couldn’t believe he was doing this, it made no logical sense, but since when, in a world filled with magic did anything make logical sense. In the forest he saw a flash of green and the curse yelled by his old Master and he snarled. He watched as Narcissa Malfoy pronounced the boy dead and he snarled from his hidden spot in the trees. He raised his wand and looked at his old Master, shouts and explosions drifted through the forest and he knew a battle was going on. He saw the group move and he fallowed in the shadows, waiting for his chance, he would take his Act of Vengeance and laugh his way through the rest of his life.

He heard nothing of what was going on, saw nothing, only Voldemort as he addressed the school. He watched as Bella and Molly duled and the redhead take down the grinning psychopath, he also watched as Harry lept to his feet and raised his wand. Severus snarled, “not this time Potter.” He moved forward and stepped between Potter and the Dark Lord, his wand raised and his very presence shocking everyone into silence. He watched with satisfaction as his presence stunned the Dark Lord and he aimed his wand.

Voldemort snarled, “you are more trouble than you are worth Severus, but no matter, I will finish you myself! Avada Kedavra!”

Severus flicked the spell away and smirked, “you…killed…me once…my lord…I…wish…to return…the favor!” Severus screamed as he drew a dagger from his robes and plunged it into the heart of the Dark Lord. He brought his wand up and pressed it to Voldemort’s temple. “Avada Kedavra.” He snarled and smiled as the Dark Lord fell away from him, dead. He straightened up and, without looking behind him, strode from the Great Hall, his Act of Vengeance taken.

“You have quite the flare for dramatics.” Artemis mused as she appeared beside him.

He cut her a sideways glance, “so…what…now?” he wheezed.

She shrugged, “I don’t know, all I know is your soul belongs to me now. I will be taking that and you, well you have to go meet Acheron, he should be here soon enough.” She pressed her hand to his chest and smirked as he screamed and his soul drew out of him and into the stone in her palm. She watched as he staggered back from her and flipped the stone in her hand before she slipped it into a pouch. “we will never speak again.” She disappeared leaving Severus with a searing pain in his chest.

He looked down to see a double bow and arrow brand on his chest, he growled, he was confused and now had a pulsing ache in his head. He stumbled down to the lake and leaned against a tree as he slowly slid to the ground. His whole body throbbed and ached, even his throat which burned and he grabbed at it, feeling it knit itself fully together. He sobbed as his mortality burned away under the moonlight.

“Damn you Artemis.” He heard a man curse and became vaugly aware that someone was with him. He looked up through blurred eyes to see a man standing before him in a long black duster jacket, black leather pants tucked into black boots, and a black shirt stretched across a well defined torso. “Boy she did a number with you, or is all that blood from before, no matter I’m Acheron.” He held out a hand.

Severus batted the hand away and pushed himself up, bracing against the tree. “I am…no…invaled….I can…get up….myself.” He snarked, his voice becoming steady and stronger.

Acheron smirked, “stubborn one aint ya, good, you’re going to need that fight. C’mon, we don’t have a lot of time left.”

“Where are we going?”

“Training, welcome to your new life, Dark-Hunter.”

Severus sighed as he cast a last glance at the castle, “what the hell did I get myself into?”

“Just a new form of Hell, but don’t worry, you aren’t alone.” Acheron began walking forward and away from the castle. Severus sighed dejectedly as he fallowed the strange man.

~~3 Days Later~~

Severus snarled as he tossed the sword away, “this is ridiculous! I am a wizard damnit! Not some Muggle, I have magic!”

Acheron rolled his eyes, “all Dark-Hunters have to know how to use a good blade, I very much doubt whatever you do with that little stick of yours will poof a Daimon.”

“Since I have yet to find one of these Daimons you speak of we wouldn’t know now do we?” Severus bit back. “I am adept enough to use one should the reason arise, but I refuse to keep training like this. I am a Wizard and a Potions Master, I refuse to fight like a Muggle.”

Acheron rolled his eyes, “fine, damn you are almost as bad as Nick with an attitude like that. Lets move on to everything you have learned. What are we?”

Severus rolled his eyes, feeling like a school boy in one of Minerva’s lectures again. “Dark-Hunters, immortal and soulless warriors of the Goddess Artemis, sworn to protect humans from things that go bump in the night.”

“And what goes bump in the night?”

“Daimons, the cursed children of Apollo who steal souls to elongate their short lives.”

“Where do Daimons come from?” Acheron asked pacing back and forth in front of the darker man.

“They are the demented version of an Apollite. Apollites were the children of Apollo, but they fucked up and murdered his mistress making the god curse them to die a horrible death age the age of 27. On that day an Apollite can either die the death or they can take a human life by sucking their blood and soul out of the poor wretch and killing them, there by enlongating their own life, which in reality they really should look to potions, there are many potions that will put a stopper in death.”

“Smart ass, fine, what are Squires?”

Severus rolled his eyes, “a squire is someone who serves dark-hunters, we are given squires who do not appeal to our sexual side. They are our guardians during the day while we sleep because once we go out into sunlight we burst into flames and end up a shade which is worse than death. Any other stupid questions you wish to ask me? I am not some first year.” Severus snapped getting impatient with the man in front of him.

“Alright, then who am I?”

“A royal pain in my arse.” Severus grumbled folding his arms over his chest.

Acheron burst out laughing, “yeah I get that a lot. Fine I get it you don’t want to answer questions. Last thing though, before I introduce you to your squire and set you off on your merry way. What is the Dark-Hunter Creed.”

Severus rolled his eyes, quickly losing his patience, not that he ever claimed to have a lot of anyway, but the man was more infuriating then Potter in Potions. “We are Darkness. We are Shadow, We are the Rulers of the Night. We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians. The Soulless Keepers. Our souls were cast out so that we could not forewarn the Daimons we persue. By the time they see us coming, it’s too late. The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans. Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead. We are the Dark-Hunters. And we are eternal.”

Acheron nodded, “good, good. You learn quickly. That will keep you alive, you are also a new element to us and to them. We’ve never had one of your kind before, sure we’ve had gods, warriors, ladies, amazons, cowboys, outlaws, hell even pirates but never a wizard. This is going to be very interesting.” A knock sounded at the door, “enter!”

A woman walked in with her arms full of books and files and Severus arched an eyebrow. She was slim with spiked blond hair, the tips colored a deep green and her eyes were a pale blue. “Sorry I’m late Ash, traffic through London is hell, and I stopped by the new place to drop off my bags before I came to pick up Mr….erm…Snake?”

Severus narrowed his eyes at the girl, “It’s Snape.” He snapped.

She arched an eyebrow and pushed her glasses back on her nose, “oh, someone is a little touchy there. I was one letter off, you need to get that stick out of your ass.”

Severus narrowed his eyes, “why you little-”

“Enough! Both of you! Severus, this is your Squire Belladona Raynolds. She flew here from the states, her old Dark-Hunter got roasted and she has been assigned to you now. She is extremely tech savvy and will help you get adjusted to, what do you people call it, Muggle life? She has been filled in on everything with you. You will be living together so I suggest that you both learn to adapt. Now then, he is all yours Dona, I have other places to be.” Acheron waved to them as he vanished.

Belladona rolled her eyes and shook her head, “damn you Acheron.”

“You are named after a very deadly flower? Why is that?”

Belladona smirked, “I may be pretty on the outside but I will kill a man quicker than anything if I am crossed. My mother used to say I had a temper even before I was birthed, she said the name came to her in a dream and she never let it go. Shall we go home?”

Severus sighed, already feeling himself starting to like the snarky American in front of him. “We shall see how this arrangement works. As long as you do not get in my way.”

“Same goes for you.” She laughed following him out of the small room.

A/N: Alright folks, there we are! This chapter was basically to get you all introduced into the world of the Dark-Hunters. As the story progresses things will become more clear and the worlds will blend together, I just had to get the Act of Vengeance and the meeting of Acheron out of the way, though he will pop back up.
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