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Sigillum Diaboli	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I donā€™t own Harry Potter. It belongs to JKR. Iā€™m only borrowing them for entertainment purposes ā€“ no money made

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Title: Sigillum Diaboli

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Harry Potter

Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask first

Pairing: Draco/Harry (eventual), Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, mention of past Draco/Others

Rating: NC-17 (eventual)

Warnings: Slash, het, ooc, angst, language, humour, AU, supernatural

Summary: Draco is one of the original Fallen Angels. He’s been cast down to Earth and Hell for so long that he no longer remembers his original name. One day, a pretty boy with green eyes catches his attention. Draco must hurry up and possess the boy before he’s married to the wench with the red hair.

Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter and his friends. They belong to a list of people, including the wonderful JKR, Warner Bros, Scholastic Publishing, Raincoat Books, and others. I’m only borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

Author’s Notes: I’ve been trying to decide how I want to proceed with this story. The prologue was in first person POV, so I think I might continue with that, but there might be parts that Draco might not want to talk about, so Harry will have to take over. Thanks to Sorrel and Inky for their help with the Latin!

Chapter One—Tui Oculi Mihi Cantant (Your Eyes Sing to Me)

“Harry, are you sure that you can’t stay and have dinner with your mother and I tonight?” James Potter asked his beloved only child. He ran a hand through messy black hair—which his son had inherited—in frustration as he saw the way Harry’s strong jaw clenched. The older man sighed as he clapped one of his hands on his son’s shoulder. “Mum’s just worried about you since Siri died last month and wants you to spend some time with her. She said that Remus and Dora were coming over tonight.”

He could see the flicker of interest in Harry’s eye at the mention of his other godfather and his new wife. Nymphadora Tonks had managed to win over Remus Lupin, her college professor, and James couldn’t remember a time when his old school friend had been so happy. “Your mum was wondering when you’ll be having Ron and Hermione back over for dinner too.”

“But not Ginny?” Harry asked snappishly, moving so James’s hand fell off of his shoulder.

“You know how your mum worries about your relationship with Ginevra,” James offered lamely.

“Yeah, and I still don’t get it, Dad. Gin and I have been together for nearly three years now. Mum didn’t have a problem with her when we were dating back in school, but once I’d graduated and started going to university with Ron and Hermione, she hated Ginny.”

“Your mother doesn’t hate Ginny, Harry,” James replied. “She’s just worried that now that you’ve inherited Siri’s estate that she’s after your money.” The older man sighed before he straightened his back a bit and said what he and his wife had been thinking for a year now. “The girl might be Ronald Weasley’s younger sister, but she didn’t have a very good reputation when you were at school with each other. You two were breaking up every other week, and it was mainly because she was more interested in hanging around with other boys—ones with more money, who were more willing to sleep with her than you were, or who could get her into clubs that she was too young to be in otherwise. She made you absolutely miserable.

“But now that you’ve got more money than before under your own control, she’s like a limpet, always hanging on your arm as you buy her things and take her places that she wants to go to. It seems as long as your Barclay’s account is high, she’s content to be with you. It’s beyond suspicious, son. I don’t want you to waste all of your godfather’s inheritance and then see her break your heart again.”

“Sure, Gin and I have had our problems, Dad,” Harry said quietly. “I mean, what couple doesn’t? Mum told me about the rows you and she used to have when the two of you were in school and university. She said that you two almost didn’t get married at one point. But your parents never let the fact go that Mum came from a middle-class family and you were decidedly better off. In fact, if I remember correctly, it was Mum’s sister that hated you on sight and refused to let you in the house when you were dating.”

“Yes, well, Petunia and I have never seen eye-to-eye on anything. She thought I was just some wastrel artist, and didn’t care that my parents had money or that I was in the process of setting up my first showing. That would be why your mum and her sister don’t talk anymore.”

“That’s not the point, Dad!” Harry yelled. “I don’t need your approval about who I date. I…just…would like to have it. I know that you, Mum, Remus and Dora are worried that Ginny’s going to drop me the moment she sees something better, but it’s not like that with us. Why can’t you get over what she did when we were kids?”

James sighed, knowing that it was futile to fight with Harry about his girlfriend. The more he and Lily pushed their son, the more likely he was to fall into the girl’s waiting, searching hands. Not even Sirius, who Harry listened to about most things before his death, could dissuade the boy against Ginevra Weasley. “Look, I’ll work on your mum about Ginevra, but in the meantime, do you think you could appease her by staying for dinner tonight?”

He was rewarded with a bright smile that lit up the younger man’s face, making him look so much more like his beautiful mother, especially with his forest-green eyes. “Sure, Dad, I can do that.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“No, and I said I was sorry, Gin,” Harry said as they spoke over the phone later that night. “Mum wants me to stay for dinner tonight. Besides, I just had dinner over at your house the night before and we were out every night the week before that. I think my parents might miss me.”

“I know, Harry,” Ginny’s sweet, soft voice said through the speakerphone function. It made him smile to hear his girlfriend of nearly three years sound like that to him. “It’s just that I was hoping that you and I could be…alone, you know?”

“Oh,” Harry replied dumbly. His body reacted to the breathless quality in her tone. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night, I swear.”

“You’d better, Harry James,” Ginny said, and Harry could picture the pout on her soft lips that usually accompanied the use of his middle name. “I’ll miss you tonight.”

“Where are you going? I thought we could talk some more.”

“Sorry, Harry, but Parvati, Lavender and Romilda are going out for drinks. Romy’s boyfriend broke up with her and she needs some girl time.”

“Yeah, I wonder why Dean dumped her this time,” he muttered.

“That’s not fair and you know it. Just because she came on too strongly to you once doesn’t make her some sort of slag or horrible person.”

“Yes, because good people throw themselves at their supposed best friend’s boyfriend while their boyfriends are watching all the time,” he shot back. “You know I can’t stand her, and I know she’s your friend, but there’s nothing that says I have to like her. It’ll never happen, Gin.”

“I never said you had to,” she snapped. “Look, you’re being a prat and my friend needs me tonight. So, I’m going out and you can call me tomorrow, when you’ve removed your head from your arse.”

The phone cut off and Harry was forced to stare at the end call screen of his cell before it went to his background, a picture of him, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione at Harry’s leaver’s ball two years before. They looked so happy, the four of them, and young. He couldn’t even remember the last time the four of them went out together. Ever since Ginny had started university the year before, she’d spent more time with the girls she’d met in classes than with Harry. He, in turn, had been spending most of his free time with Ron and Hermione. Evenings, Gin would always demand Harry’s time—and, more often than not, his wallet—for her fun. And they always spent time with her friends now.

Maybe Mum’s got a point. I wonder how she’d react if I said I wanted to stay in the next time we’re together or to just hang out with Ron and Hermione, he thought as he put his phone down roughly on the nightstand next to his bed. I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we? Just so I can prove my parents wrong about her! She loves me and I love her and she’s not after my money.

He never noticed the bright spots near the ceiling in his room, like two silver spotlights that had been aimed at his bed, nor how they narrowed as he went to have dinner with his parents and godparents.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He couldn’t get away from the questions fast enough. Tonks tried to remind Harry’s parents and Remus that he was an adult, but since she was only a few years older than Harry himself, he wasn’t sure that they saw her as an adult half the time. And if anyone asked him if he thought that Ginny was spending too much of his money one more time, he’d go barmy and end up in jail for triple homicide.

“Perhaps jail wouldn’t be so bad,” he muttered under his breath as he slammed his bedroom shut behind him. He picked up his discarded phone and dialled Hermione’s number. “At least then I wouldn’t have to answer anything about Ginny.”

“What about Gin, Harry?” his best friend asked, her tone light, inquisitive, and familiar. He could hear Ron and his older twin brothers, George and Fred, laughing and joking in the background. It made a part of him hurt. He hated that he was an only child sometimes. Unlike Hermione—who claimed that when she went home to her quiet dentist parents, she’d learned to appreciate the ability to study in the calm of her room at home—time spent with the Weasley family only reinforced how lonely it could be. Especially after a night like tonight when he’d been the focus of all of their well-meaning but meddling attention.

“Not much, ‘Mione,” he said hastily. “I take it that dinner over there went well? No bloodshed with Percy trying to come back to the family? No bombed out shell?”

“Oh, of course it went fine,” she replied slowly. He could tell she knew that he was avoiding telling her something and that she’d find out later if it was really important. “George and Fred brought over Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet for dinner. I’m sure you remember them from school.”

“Yeah, a little, I guess,” he said, remembering a pretty black-skinned girl and a brunette that didn’t take any crap from Fred. They’d both played on the women’s football team in grade school and at the local university. They were also best friends and had been dating the Weasley twins for years, off and on. “How did Molly and Arthur take the news that the four of them are going to live in sin forever?”

“They love the girls. Molly even said that so long as they were all happy, then she and Arthur had no right to stand in their way. They’re all grownups and are obviously responsible since that little store they opened last year is pulling in so much money and acclaim. The only reason they didn’t like Fleur was the fact she’s French and comes from a family with money. It didn’t help that the Delacours were kind of cold when they met them. However, Molly and Fleur get along fine now that Victoire’s born.”

“I guess,” he replied ambiguously. “Mum and Dad had Remus and Tonks over for dinner tonight.”

“Ah, well, that’s a good reason to skip Molly’s cooking,” Hermione said. “How is everyone?”

“There’s no reason for that, mate,” Ron shouted through the phone, making Harry smile for the first time in hours.

“Couldn’t help it, Ron. Mum and Dad pulled the whole “we miss you” line. Had to stay here.”

“Yeah, I guess you can’t take the piss out of your parents for a line like that,” Ron answered, his voice sounding much closer and louder than previously. “Sorry, ‘Mione, I didn’t mean it. I’ll give you your phone back in a sec. Sorry, mate, but Gin’s told us that you two are on the outs again. Wouldn’t say what she did, but I figured it was her fault, since she’s not been the best of people lately.”

“It’s not really fair of you to say stuff like that, Ron,” Harry said wearily. “She’s your sister. Besides, whatever happens between Gin and me is between us.”

“Yeah, I know. She’s my sister, and I know exactly what she’s like,” Ron snapped angrily. “Look, Harry, you’re a great guy and my sister’s a bitch. I wouldn’t normally say shit like that, but I’m pretty sure she’s out with her slut friends from school, trying to pick up guys. That’s what Hermione and I found her doing last week when she cancelled on you. ‘Mione said we shouldn’t tell you, but I think it’s stupid. So, there, I’ve done a selfish thing and I’m sorry if it hurt you, but I’m not going to watch my best mate be made a fool out of by anyone, not even my own sister.”

“Can we just not talk about this right now?” Harry asked, closing his eyes against the pang in his chest. “I’d rather not. Mum and Dad want you and ‘Mione to come to dinner tomorrow after classes. Is that cool?”

“We should be able to come. Mum won’t really like it, but she’ll forgive us because she likes your parents,” Ron said with forced joviality. Harry wondered how much it cost his friend to drop this subject when he obviously felt so strongly about it. He didn’t like to leave things unresolved.

“Great, look, I’ll see you tomorrow at uni. I’m feeling tired right now and I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Yeah, have a good night, Harry.”

“Night, Ron. Give ‘Mione and your mum a kiss from me, will you?”

“I’ll think about it,” Ron teased before they said their goodbyes.

When he’d hung up his phone, Harry threw himself bodily at his bed, his green eyes blinking back the moisture in them. I’m not going to cry. I’m just tired, he lied to himself. I’ll feel better after some sleep. That’s all it is, tiredness.

Sounds on the window near his study desk made Harry turn his head wearily, wondering if it was his mum’s cat, Bastet, come to beg for a petting. “Not now, Bass,” he grumped. “Go find Dad or Hieronymus. They’ll play with you all you want.” Hieronymus was his dad’s puppy that worshipped the ground Bastet walked upon, for some reason. Bass normally let the puppy stalk her every move, but sometimes she escaped into Harry’s room, where the puppy wasn’t allowed,for some space and quiet time.

Silver pinpoints blinked in and out of focus before they were joined by an eerie smile. Harry was suddenly reminded of the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. “Who’s there?”

“Now, isn’t that a question for the ages, Harry James Potter?” The responder had a deep, posh voice that purred and made Harry’s stomach tighten oddly. “I would like to speak to you.”

“Who are you?” Harry asked forcefully, all weariness gone and his nerves and senses on high alert as he continued to stare at the silver lights and creepy smile. “Come out and face me like a man, you coward!”

He didn’t expect a beautiful man to just magically appear. Nor did he expect that he’d actually faint for the first time in his young life. However, both things happened within a few seconds of each other.

TBC

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