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Author:
The Plot Bunny Whisperer
Title:
Demon On My Mind
Rating:
PG13-NC17
Genre:
Drama Romance
Pairing:
Harry/OMC
Summary:
The prince of the demons has returned to claim what is his. May hell
have mercy on those who try to stop him.
Warnings:
Character death, blood, slash, and more that I�ll explain
later.
Disclaimer:
Don�t own, don�t care, don�t sue.
Claimer:
Raevyn, the Demon Kingdom, the Angels, and the Shadow Beings are
mine. All mine. Back off.
AN:
You guys rule so hard. X3. Really. Waay longer than I thought it
would be�.
Here�s
chapter two.
Enjoy.
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Chapter
Two
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15
July, 1997
The
room had been untouched since the funeral. Even the house elves only
entered to dust, but that was the extent of their stay. Every paper,
every knick knack was in the exact same position it had been in since
the owner had last been there. Even the large perch near the desk was
exactly as it had been left.
No
one had even thought of packing anything away. It made it too real.
The
room was filled quickly with murmuring as everyone who was called
arrived and found themselves a seat. Some were looking around the
room and discreetly dabbing at their eyes, hiding a few sniffles with
a clearing of their throats. They wondered why they were gathered
there, of all places, in the office of their deceased leader. It
wasn�t until a red-eyed Minerva McGonagall uncovered a portrait
from beneath a dark red cloth that they realized why.
Gazing
out from within the gilded frame, smiling benevolently, was Albus
Dumbledore. He gazed around the room, looking at each member of the
Order of the Phoenix now sitting within his office, expanded
temporarily for just this purpose. At the sight of the portrait,
there were more sniffles and discreet eye dabbing.
He
waited until everyone had settled before speaking.
�Thank
you all for coming here today,� he started. He sounded unusually
somber. �I left specific instruction to Minerva in the event of my
death, which she has carried out wonderfully. This portrait was
commissioned in late April and imbued with all of my memories up to
that date, so that I may impart to you what I must.� He gazed
around, looking at each of them. All of them were looking towards
him, eyes riveted to his portrait.
�Although
I called you here for one specific purpose, I must first inform you
that my death is no one�s fault. I knew Severus would be at the
other end of the wand. I made him promise that he would fulfill his
Unbreakable Vow and save an innocent soul from being tainted. So
please, children, do not blame him. He had no other choice, and I was
ready to go.�
He
paused to allow the others to dry their tears and settle down. Only
once the last of the sniffles had died down did he speak again.
�What
I am about to tell you,� he said, �must never leave this room. I
have ensured this, in fact, by previously placing secrecy spells
around my office, activated upon the moment of my death, to ensure
that you cannot speak about this to anyone but those whom already
know or whom are in this room today.
�For
nearly seventeen years, I have carried a burden heavier than any I
have ever held before. This is a secret that has weighed heavily on
my soul and will soon weigh heavily on yours as well. As much as it
saddens me that I must have you all carry this burden, it is
something you must know. It will affect our world in many more ways
than one, and as I am no longer here, I can no longer keep it to
myself for I can no longer act upon it.
�I�m
sure you are all aware of the Legend of the Lover�s War?� The
ones gathered in the office exchanged looks and then looked at him
once more, murmuring their agreements. �Let me assure you, it is no
mere legend. The Lover�s War, and the events described in the
legend, truly happened.�
�Albus,
you can�t be serious,� scoffed Minerva. �It is merely a
bed-time story created by an over-enthusiastic historian. Even I was
told of it as a child. I thought it incredibly ridiculous to find it
as part of my schoolwork, and that it is still such.�
�It
is indeed real, Minerva. It is told to our children as a bed-time
story in order to ensure that it never dies. For the same reason, it
is in our curriculum so that it is passed to Muggle-born witches and
wizards. It must
never
die.� His gaze was completely serious. Murmurs filled the room.
�Settle down, my children, settle down.�
Once
they were all quiet, he continued. �As it says in the legend,
witches and wizards are reincarnations of the powers of Angels slain
in the Lover�s War. After their species became extinct, we were
created in order to restore the Balance. Not long after we had
established a culture, the Demons were driven into hiding. Only one
Angel survived the massacre caused by the Demon Prince. This Angel
chose a Wizard to carry the secret of the last Angel Prophecy shortly
before he passed.
�The
prophecy spoke of the return of the Lord of Shadows, Harisu, mate to
the Demon Prince. It stated that should ever Harisu return to the
world and the Lover�s reunited, our world will fall to their rule
and Demons would have free run about the world. The Wizard was
charged with passing this secret onto his children, and his
children�s children, so that his line could continue to wait for
the return of Harisu.
�They
were ordered to destroy him.� He gazed at each of them again. �The
Angel spoke of a sign that would mark Harisu�s reincarnation at
birth. Should this sign be present upon the forehead of any babe, it
was to be killed immediately so as to return Harisu�s soul to the
afterworld to await its next chance.
�For
two thousand years, this knowledge has passed down from child to
child. Many years ago, when I was much younger, I met a dieing man
who was unmarried and had no children. He told me of the duty his
family had held for hundreds of years, in the hopes that it would
continue to be passed down. I promised him I would pass it down and
fulfill the duty, should it happen within my time.�
The
room was riveted, unable to tear their eyes away from him as he told
his tale.
�I
watched very carefully for several decades, but soon the novelty of
holding such a duty wore off, and it was pushed to the back of my
mind. That is, until I saw the sign upon a newly-born child�s
forehead. The child was born in the infirmary of this very castle.�
Most
of the others in the room gasped, almost as one.
�What
did you do?� asked Tonks, leaning forward. Dumbledore smiled sadly.
�Nothing.�
Murmurs filled the room. Dumbledore waited them out. Once they were
all silent once more, he spoke. �I could do nothing. Six months
before the birth of this child, another prophecy was spoken in which
the child was included. Despite the fact that there were other
possibilities, I could not risk disrupting a prophecy. I could not
kill him.� Looks were exchanged throughout the room and several
dawned knowing looks.
�Because
I could not kill the child, I sealed Harisu�s soul deep within the
recesses of the child�s mind, hoping it would be strong enough to
keep the Demon Lord from sensing the return of his mate. It worked,
but unfortunately it will not hold forever. Harisu�s soul will
awaken within his reincarnation upon his seventeenth birthday, which
is in just a few weeks. And once that happens, there will be a very
small window of time before the Demons arrive to claim him.
�They
must
not get him.�
He gave each of them a look of utter seriousness. �If that were to
happen, the world as we know it is doomed.�
�What
will you have us do?� asked Molly, twisting her handkerchief
nervously within her hands.
�I
need you to watch the child closely and listen for Demon sightings.
If you can, try to poison his mind against the Demons; should he
refuse Harisu, Harisu will be locked away until his next life. If
that does not work, and Demons are nearing his position� then you
must kill him.�
Silence
filled the room.
�Albus,�
said Remus hesitantly, hoping with all he had it wasn�t who he
thought it was, �who is it?� Albus gazed at him silently for a
moment, then at each of them in the room.
�Harisu
was reborn into Harry Potter.�
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