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Giving A Chance	By : Leania07 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17356 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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- 18
Wow, it's been a while, right? So sorry, but I did promise the story wouldn't be abandoned, and it shall not be. I finally made some progress in this chapter, got it to where I liked it, and hope it still garners interest. Busy life, but I'll try to be a bit more frequent from now on! On to the chapter:
Chapter 18: It Begins
The holiday seemed to fly by, Harry and Severus continued to spend time together. Narcissa and Draco soon found out about their new relationship and both echoed Severus’ concerns and supported his want to keep things slow. Narcissa helped Severus get a communication box, which was the same thing Theo had given Harry, but it had an emerald green snake stamped on the top. Harry would keep it in his trunk; they all agreed knowing the plans Dumbledore pressured Severus into accepting would only help their case to prove his innocence. Severus had made two copies of his memories of that day, the original of course staying with him. He gave a sworn statement signed with his blood that the contents of the memories were true; he made the two copies, he explained, in case one of them the Ministry happened to ‘lose’. They discussed what would happen when Dumbledore was killed, and Harry proposed he would go into hiding. After all, if Severus was made Headmaster, as they suspect, he would have to turn Harry over; he couldn’t do that if Harry wasn’t in the school.
Severus didn’t like not knowing where Harry would be, but he brought up the point Severus made about Harry not knowing where he was after.
“If you don’t know, then Voldemort cannot torture or kill you for not handing me over. Well, I know he’ll still torture you, the bastard won’t need much of an excuse, but you’ll be a lot safer not knowing.”
Severus conceded the point and a few days later Flooed back to the school; he still had to get ready. He had informed Dumbledore of the time change, there was no getting around that, though he didn’t nearly feel as guilty about what he had to do. Oh he felt guilty that he had to kill someone, however a part of him felt Dumbledore deserved it for the manipulations he has put so many through. If asked, however, he could honestly say he had no desire to truly kill the man; after all, it could be easily argued that everyone may say they wished someone dead but would never do it unless pressured.
Draco decided it was in his best interest, self-preservation and all, to stay in the Manor with his mother; after all now that the Mark was removed and in a few days’ time Dumbledore would be dead, he would just end up returning. He had Severus bring a message to Dumbledore that he was concerned about returning as he was certain his safety was in jeopardy and would remain hidden. Harry assigned a house elf to gather his assignments; it would be safer than an owl which could be tracked.
Draco, and his Mother, also wrote a letter to the Board of Governors and the Wizengamot informing them Draco would be doing his school work from a protected location, due to the fear of You-Know-Who wishing to Mark him. It was well known now Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater, and had spent time in Azkaban; he had also been part of those who were broken out of the prison most recently. As the sole Heir to the Malfoy line, and as he was also in the presence of one parent, Draco could not be forced to return. He had also asked for sanctuary in the House of Black, being a blood descendant from his mother, and it was granted by Lord Black.
It was a good thing, too, as when word got out that Draco did not return to the school, Lucius tried to summon him as Head of the Malfoy family. It was just too bad the Black family held a higher standing, as an older House, and overruled the Malfoy summons. Lucius was furious, and was unable to do anything as he was still married and had a legitimate Heir. He could not disown his wife or son because there was no basis; seclusion for one’s self-interest and/or safety was not a good enough reason. Draco had the proper grades, he upheld the Malfoy name in public, before he went into hiding, and was continuing with his studies. Narcissa was seeing to the well-being of the Heir and had no contact or way to besmirch the Malfoy name, as such Lucius had no grounds to file an annulment.
He could not change his will to exclude Draco or remove him as Heir, though he did remove Narcissa as a beneficiary; he grudgingly wished Potter would win and keep his son safe if for no other reason than to have the Malfoy name continued. If the Dark Lord won, his family name would cease to be. That, however, he kept to himself and would take to his grave.
Upon returning to the school, Harry gave Hermione a letter from Draco, in which he explained that he would not be returning to the school, but he would take his classes from his current sanctuary, and when it came time for testing he would have it arranged for a safe location. She blushed as she continued on, but wouldn’t let Harry read what was written. He had his own suspicions, however, and just smiled.
Harry had also been contacted by ‘Shadow’ to meet up and talk. Harry eluded that changes would soon begin, but said he could give no further information other than to say the truth would be released once the war was over. Theo of course tried to get more facts, but Harry refused on the basis that it would be revealed as it happened, and not before, to protect as many people as he could. Theo understood, of course one can’t write accurate history before it happened.
Severus was informed of his new tasks, as Bellatrix told the Dark Lord of his Vow to Narcissa; Voldemort didn’t want to lose his only competent Potion Master and spy. Harry and Severus agreed on a date to have the cabinet fixed, and had all those in Harry’s group ready for the day. They scheduled it for a Tuesday, during class hours so the students would be in classes when it happened. Obviously during a time when Severus had classes so as to not arise suspicion; Dumbledore would send Fawkes when they arrived. The day came, but things did not go quite as planned; of course Harry, his group, Severus and Minerva never expected it to go smoothly.
What they didn’t expect was the Death Eaters entering classrooms and causing such panic and chaos that Harry’s group had to fight already. Severus had to fight off a low level Death Eater before racing up to the Headmaster’s office, which he was redirected by Fawkes to find the barmy old man had gone to the Astronomy Tower instead. Fawkes had, thankfully, flashed him to the bottom of the steps, and he got there before Bellatrix or Greyback could kill him. He snarled at the two, reminding them of his orders, before pushing everything to the back and sending out the one curse he rarely ever used. His mind made a note of how similar the green spell was to Harry’s eyes before Dumbledore’s body tumbled back and over the rampart from the force of the spell.
Bellatrix, the crazy bitch from hell, cackled and went off to terrorize the students and teachers. Severus of course had to track her down and remind both her and Greyback the Dark Lord only wanted Dumbledore killed. He gave Greyback a mild dose of liquid silver, just enough to subdue him, when he tried threatening Severus, and ushered all the Death Eaters out. He knew he would be hunted from then on, and that the school would be in his hands but by the Dark Lord’s favor; he only hoped he could keep the children safe.
Harry checked with Minerva and Poppy first, and was thankful the only injuries were bumps, bruises, and a few anxiety attacks and/or faints that needed to be treated. Of course they had to call in the Aurors, classes were canceled for two weeks, and the letters from parents came wanting their children home. Between the Ministry and Minerva taking over duties until a new Headmaster was found, making her the unofficial Headmistress for the time, Harry was busy trying to keep his classmates calm. Lavender insisted on wailing nearly every moment, upsetting many of the first years so much that she was kept in the Hospital wing.
Defense class was extended, but the instructor had turned into the second coming of Quirrell; oh not the ‘Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head,’ but more the ‘stuttering so bad no one could understand him.’ The man had been decent enough, until the Death Eater incident; Harry just didn’t understand how someone could be a Defense instructor yet have the backbone of a worm.
He was walking around the lake deep in thought, or so he thought; he looked up as he felt a tug on his magic and noticed he was in the Forbidden Forest. He magic tugged him over to a large boulder and the closer he got, he could see runic engravings began to glow. When he stopped a few feet away, he blinked and stopped trying to read the runes; he noticed they were in an arch that looked like a doorway. The center glowed and swirled and an arm the color of pitch grabbed his robe and pulled. Harry’s last thought was, ‘Oh shit.’
That night at diner, Hermione and Ron sat at Gryffindor table, poking listlessly at their food; normally people would shrug the action off as a bad evening, but the fact remained that Ronald Weasley barely ate. Pansy suddenly stood up and crossed the Hall, she was watched by the entire hall as she made her way over to Ron. He looked up and she felt dread settle in her stomach as his blue eyes were filled with worry and trepidation.
“Pans, have you heard any word about Harry from the Slytherins?” His eyes were holding out hope that Harry was somewhere around.
“No Ron, has he gone missing?” He nodded and Pansy crawled into his lap; one thing she had learned about Ron was that when he was upset and sad, he liked to hold her. Ron ignored the gasps he heard around the room and held Pansy close; he laid his cheek against the top of her head.
Of course everyone had heard what Ron said and soon whispers broke out; speculation over where Harry Potter was, who took him, if more Death Eaters were in the school, and off it went. Until Minerva stood up and shot sparks into the air.
“Enough, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, if you would come with me. Miss Parkinson, you may come as well. The rest of you should focus on eating, or if no one is hungry then you may all proceed to your common rooms.” She turned to Professor Vector, “You will be acting Head of Slytherin House, Septima.” She left the Great Hall with the aforementioned students in tow.
They proceeded to her office where she had them sit, “Now, can someone explain to me when the last time anyone saw Harry was, where he was, and what he was last doing?”
“A few hours ago I saw Harry outside walking towards the Lake; he looked to be deep in thought, and he often walks around the Lake when he needs to think.” Hermione taps her chin, “I didn’t see anyone follow him, or go in that direction.”
“Thank you Miss Granger, did anyone see him come back from his walk?” Minerva only received negative responses and nodded. “Alright I’ll have Hagrid check the Forest near the lake; perhaps one of the inhabitants of the Forest saw where he went or what happened.” She dismissed the four and as diner had just ended, walked towards Hagrid’s hut.
His head felt heavy, his limbs tingled, and his mouth was dry. Green eyes cracked open as he heard muffled sounds off to one side, like his ears were blocked. They popped, cleared and Harry listened in as his eyes tried to take in what he saw.
Two figures, a male and female, stood in the door way to the room he was in. The male’s skin was black as pitch, with large black wings, ash grey hair, black talon like claws, and a tail. The female was a smoky grey color with silver hair, red wings, and black talon claws with red tips. The male wore brown pants that looked like animal leather, bare chested with each nipple pierced with a gold hoop. The woman wore a dark blue dress with a slit up one side to her upper thigh, and a silver arm band.
“Aisha’Ma Vadiris, have you lost what brains you have?! What possessed you to open the portal to the Magic Realm and take a youngling?”
“Bochari, I asked if the youngling was healthy, not for your opinion.” The male, Vadiris, crossed his arms and looked like he was glaring, but to Harry it seemed more like he was pouting.
“The youngling was not injured during the travel, Vadiris, but he has Demonic magic clinging to him, and his past was rough on his body. There are scars and old wounds on his bones, but other than you taking him, he is fine.”
“Aisha’Ma, female, I do not need a lecture from you. How can we establish a connection unless we contact them?”
Bochari glared and Harry noticed her eyes were glowing red, “And you think this will establish a good connection? You took a youngling!”
Her shrill tone sent pain through Harry and he groaned; he felt warm hands smoothing his hair.
“I apologize, youngling; I forget my voice is often painful to you humans.” He opened his eyes and found a pair of red-on-black eyes. He didn’t feel afraid, or uneasy, but calm staring into those eyes.
“Harry; my name is Harry. Um since you were talking about taking me and the Magical Realm, I take it I’m no longer there. Can you tell me where I am, why I’m here, and who and…forgive my bluntness, what you are?”
“Harry, you are in the Gates Realm…” The male is silenced with a hiss from the female.
“He would not be familiar with the name, our last correspondence said the humans simply called this the Demon Realm.” She faced Harry, “There is not only Demons in this realm, but many humans do not acknowledge that.”
Harry nodded, “Okay, if I remember what I read, and feel free to correct me, the Demon Realm, which is also called the Gates Realm…?” He got a nod, “Which is the realm of the Demons, Angels, and where many of the ‘spiritual’ beings come from.”
“Is that all you know?” The male, Vadiris, growls, “What are they teaching you younglings anymore?”
“Vadiris, your behavior is not helping this situation; if you plan on showing we can have open connections again you need better control.” Bochari hissed over her shoulder, “I apologize for his poor manners, Harry.”
“Okay, but, well, could you explain why I’m here and who and what your particular…um” his nose scrunches up in thought as he tried to remember the acceptable term to use when dealing with Demons, “classification? No,” he saw their raised eyebrows, “Oh bollocks I don’t recall the term. Your species, if you’ll forgive my lack of understanding.”
“I see,” Bochari nodded, “you would mean caste; when dealing with the Angelic types its stratum. I am Sha’Veil, similar to your human Healers, and my name is Bochari Gari’ta. My companion here is a Shade, his name is Vadiris Va’Luste.”
“Va’Luste?!” Harry looked at the other male wide eyed, “I’ve seen that name before…Do you know of a Damia or a Mikal Va’Luste?”
Vadiris looked closely at the human male, “I knew them briefly; Mikal and Damia agreed to be the contacts we had in the Magical Realm. They are my grandparents, no one has heard from them in 58 years, how do you know of them?”
“I did an Ancestry test which shows a person’s family line; on it I discovered those two names attached to my Mother’s, and her name was different, too.”
“Which would make them your grandparents…how old are you, youngling?” Vadiris’ tail pulled up a chair and he sat, while Bochari left to retrieve refreshments.
“16. Before you ask, no I don’t personally know them, or what happened to them.”
Vadiris nodded, “I gathered since you don’t seem to know about this Realm that you wouldn’t know them. Mikal wouldn’t have allowed ignorance of the Realms; my father said his father often spoke of how knowing our past will help us to become better.”
Bochari passed around drinks and had a tray of food on a table she put between the three before taking a seat of her own. “Yes and your father often despairs at his youngest child’s impulsive actions which have caused problems in the past. Yet you still act such and expect different results.”
Harry snickered at the verbal sparring between the two, sipping carefully on the drink. It was different, had a bit of a bite to it, but had the same viscosity of tea and the underlying taste of herbs. He tried some of the food and found the brown strips had a mild, smoked flavor that reminded him of jerky, a juicy fruit that reminded him of a mango, and wafer crackers.
“Excuse me,” Harry decided to get them back on track, or at least get some questions in. “You mentioned there was Demonic magic around me? Can you explain that, please?”
“Oh, you’re not aware of that?” Bochari frowned, “So it was not done with your approval?”
“What was done; and how can you tell it’s not from any ‘descendant’ magic I may have from being the…grandson…of Mikal and Damia?” One part of their bickering did mention Harry having Demonic heritage, which he hoped to have further explained, before they got sidetracked into Vadiris’ other misdeeds.
“This magic is of an external source, Harry; it is not a part of you, or from you, but clings to you. It has a part of a soul that was split apart and, by the nature of the magic used, sought another source of magic and soul before it could be bound.”
“Horcrux?” Harry felt a bit nauseated at the thought a Horcrux was clinging to him.
“You know of the ritual?” Bochari was shocked, a youngling not familiar with Demonic magic, meaning a Deamon, should not know of it.
“Unfortunately; there is a Dark wizard who wants to control the Wizarding world and kill all the muggle, muggle-borns which we discovered are more Squib-born, and those who oppose him. We’ve learned that he may have used Horcruxes to keep himself alive. He was ‘thrown’ from his original body, left to wander as a spirit but not dead. He used a ritual to gain a body again, and myself and a few others have looked into how it was possible. I found some really old books and that was listed.” He sipped at his drink, “Can you pinpoint where this Horcrux is, and is there a way I can learn to locate them?”
Vadiris nodded with a frown, “We can locate it and if your Demonic heritage unlocked upon your maturity, you would be able to locate any item coated with Demon magic. You said you were 16,” Harry nodded and Vadiris continued, “isn’t that the age of maturity for you humans?”
“It is, but I read about how a long time ago a law was put into place that binds the magic of a fetus, especially if they have outside magical heritage…”
Bochari frowned, “You mean this ‘creature heritage’ that many humans believed we gave them?”
Harry nodded with an embarrassed look, “We understand it’s quite a demeaning term which is why I chose another term.” She nodded and he continued, “So from what I understand, every wizarding child, while in utero, has his or her magic bound which may prevent any secondary heritage from manifesting.”
Vadiris hissed, “You mean they won’t allow a child to even acknowledge a part of their heritage? Is this binding removed? No it must not be otherwise yours would’ve been removed before now.”
Bochari looked carefully, “Would you like me to remove it, Harry? I can see the ties, but I do not know how much of an influx you will feel.”
Harry nodded again and Bochari set about getting things ready. She had Vadiris wait outside the room, set some wards around herself, and once Harry was settled in the enlarged bed, she begins chanting. At first Harry didn’t feel anything but slowly he felt a nudge here and there. It wasn’t painful, at least not first; he soon felt a tugging and gasped as a sharp pain ran up his spine. He grit his teeth as he felt another tugging and a wave of heat washed over his body, another tugging and another wave of pain; one after the other until Harry could only close his eyes and lock his jaw to keep from screaming. At some point he must’ve blacked out, as he soon found himself waking to aches all over his body and the soft whispers of Vadiris and Bochari.
“This is getting to be habit; me waking to the two of you talking.” He opened his eyes and noticed things looked blurry. He frowned and Bochari removed his glasses, causing everything to come into focus. He smiled his thanks and went to sit up; he put his hand onto something soft but leathery and felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He looked down and saw a pair of wings, and nearly fell out of the bed in his haste to examine himself. His skin was a dark as pitch like Vadiris’ though his talons weren’t quite as thick, he still was shorter than the other two, but he could tell he was taller than when he was brought here.
“Harry, breath, we will help you through this but it will do no good to panic.” Bochari smiled as he does as asked and she has him sit. “You have quite the amount of Demon heritage to have achieved this form, Harry, and yes you will be able to resume your human form. Now to achieve an alternate form, you need to think of that form; in this case your human self. Not as how you looked before, because that may have changed now, but what you know of humans. The way you socialize, the way you communicate, the feelings you feel…and there you go. Well done, Harry.”
Harry opened his eyes, the process seemed a lot like Animagus transformation to him, and Harry examined what changes his body went through. His skin looked just a little tanner, his hair was less messy than before, and a little longer, he was taller and more lean build than the thin, underfed look he had before. Of course he also no longer needed his glasses and he felt these changes were quite welcomed. “My magic is stronger, too, isn’t it?”
Bochari nodded, “It is, you had a binding around your Demon heritage and some around your human magic as well. The Horcrux is no longer a part of you, Harry, as the unbinding removed it; however you may have absorbed any magic that came with the soul part and claimed it as your own.” She sighed, “I do hope when you return home, your leaders allow us to resume contact, Harry; there has been too much time between and I fear too much lost information.”
“I will try, Bochari, but they are not a very open group, the Ministry. A lot needs to change with them first before any successful talks can be planned.” He shifted in his seat, “Do you think I can return soon; there is a lot of people that watch out for me, because of that Dark wizard, and if I’ve gone missing too long they will become quite panicked.”
“Of course Harry,” Bochari glared at Vadiris, “Vadiris will bring you back to the portal and help you return.”
“Can I join you, Harry?” Vadiris looked eager and was hit over the head by Bochari.
“I don’t think that would be a great idea yet, Vadiris; we have a lot to focus on right now, and you wouldn’t be taken very well. They may try to outright kill you before anyone could explain you were there for diplomatic reasons.”
“We understand, Harry, Vadiris just wants to be known for something other than causing problems or jumping into situations.” Bochari gave him a cup of liquid, “That will help with any residual soreness from the unbinding and will help give you some extra energy for the upcoming travel.”
Harry downs the drink and shudders at the taste; potions from any realm must all taste vile. He follows the two out of the stone home that Bochari said was hers. He learned that the two were close friends, Vadiris was set to wed a Hell Gate guardian in a few years, Bochari was allowed 3 more years of solitude due to her duties before finding a mate of her own. He discovered Vadiris was the fifth son of Garile, the second son of Mikal and Damia; Vadiris agreed to find out where Harry’s mother would be in the line, but suspected it would be third child. He was given an onyx stoned pendant with a red line that slashed across it and told if he used his demon magic it would allow him to contact Vadiris. The two also gave him a book, wrapped in leather, on how to use the portal stones but cautioned him to not allow anyone else to read it. They explained that only one of Demon heritage could read it anyway, but it would be best if no one else got their hands on it. The two chanted and the runes on the stone glowed, until that swirling vortex appeared again. Vadiris had already instructed Harry to quickly walk through when it showed, and he does so. He felt a tingle and like he was flying on his broom, before he found his face in dirt.
Harry lifted himself up and looked around; it was dark and forested, and he recalled going through the Forbidden Forest before. It appeared he had returned, and he dusted himself off and made his way back out of the forest, wondering how long he was gone and what has happened since.
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