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Sigillum Diaboli	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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: Thanks for all the reviews! Again, thanks to Inky and Sorrel for their help with the Latin, and to Jokes for her handy-dandy beta work!

Chapter Two—Post Somnum Profundum, Exsuscito (After a Deep Sleep, I Awaken)

This mortal, this beautiful, short-lived mortal, was staring at me as if I was the centre of his universe, and I suppose that at the time I was. He was glorious in all of his righteous indignation. Whether it was because I had entered his private chambers without his express permission or because I had interrupted his silent moping, I couldn’t determine. I didn’t care. He was breath-taking with ire making his eyes glow like sunshine peeking through a thick forest canopy. He practically radiated his discontent.

However, I was not expecting my pretty little human to faint when I appeared before him. In my many years of existence, only three humans have lost consciousness at the first sight of me. The other two were women—nuns to be exact, since the clergy is so much fun to corrupt and bend to my will, the pathetic little wastrels. This was the first male that had lost all sense of who and what he was before me.

Before he fell to the floor, I had my little human wrapped in my arms. I took the time to examine his face. I could see the dark circles under his eyes—an obvious indication that his little redheaded wench had been affecting his restful sleep—and the moisture that he’d been so desperately trying to ignore. The desire to kiss away his tears—something I’d never had before—nearly overwhelmed me. The only thing I could do was put him gently down onto his bed and wait for him to wake up so that we could talk.

He did not disappoint. He revived almost as soon as his inky-black head hit the pillow, his green eyes behind his silly spectacles moving around wildly. I watched with a bemused smile as he attempted to play it safe and not say anything, but I knew that he was debating the wisdom of yelling for one of the people in the house to come up to his room. He was perhaps the most obvious of all the humans I wanted to take for myself. And one of the most beautiful, I have no doubt.

“I wouldn’t do that, Harry,” I whispered into his ear. “Should you call anyone up here, there will be nothing for them to see. I hardly think that any of the mortals in your life are worthy of your time, let alone mine. No, I could—and would—disappear completely and you would appear to be a lunatic, and I rather dislike having to visit my paramours in hospitals. It makes it so much more difficult to have my way with them.”

“Who are you?” he rasped as he turned his green, green eyes towards me. The grimace on his face only made him appear more beautiful in my eyes, as I have always loved a challenge in my lovers. Severus says that it is because I bore easily. I say it is because I cannot stand stupidity of any kind. We’ve agreed to disagree on the subject, since he didn’t like the fact that I won that argument by nearly shredding his face with my claws.

“That is a long and complicated story, my pet,” I answered, sitting down next to his prone form on the bed. I lifted a hand to rest it above his madly beating and loud heart. “The better question is to ask is what am I?”

He blinked his eyes and just stared at me. The intensity of his stare increased my desire to possess him. However, he remained silent and he tensed from head to toe. “I’ve watched you for a while now,” I continued on. This lover would need a lot more attention than any of my previous ones, I was sure. “I see how the people around you don’t respect you the way that you should be.”

“What do you want?”

“You,” I replied merrily. “I will be honest with you, my pretty pet, and you are one of the few I shall give this great honour. What you think you know about how the world works is wrong. Oh, yes, the world of humanity moves as it always has, but there is so much more than to what you as a species has blinded yourself.”

“What in the hell are you talking about?” he growled, trying to move from under my hand. I pressed down on his chest gently, letting a little of my supernatural strength seep through my fingertips and forcing him to keep still. “Get off of me!”

“You say that now, my pet, but you will not always feel that way, I can assure you,” I whispered seductively. My eyes were drawn to his lips as he licked them. “One day—soon, I hope—I will have you screaming out my name in pleasure.”

“I don’t even know who you are, but I can assure you that I am not a fucking homo,” he spat vehemently.

“The name that I go by is Draco, and if you should call me, I will come to your side right away,” I offered. “Should you tire of being lied to and treated as if you were just some stupid little boy or a piggy bank, I will be here for you.” I leaned over until I was within kissing distance of those beautiful, full lips. “Always.”

“Get off of me!” he roared again, looking like a pinned, dishevelled black lion. “Get away from me, you freak!”

“For now, I will grant your request,” I replied softly, realising that no matter what I said to the boy, he’d be hard pressed to listen to me in his current state. Retreat is the greater part of valour, or so I’ve heard. Not that I really believe it, mind you. “I will return, Harry James Potter. Make no doubt of that.”

Of course I didn’t actually leave him be. I’m not stupid. If I’d left and gone off to do something else, I’m sure the poor boy would have been able to convince himself that my appearance was nothing more than just a figment of his lovely imagination. No, I wanted him to know that I had left, but that I could come back at any time that I felt the desire to do so. It kept him on his toes and anticipating my return—eventually.

I was disturbed that at a time in humanity’s awareness that a young man in his prime would be so against homosexuality, especially considering the way the British seemed to have accepted it widely as a people. There must be something in his past that I’d missed, something important, that would have made him reacted so violently to my attentions. I’ve been able to sway even the staunchest of straight men into my bed. So, there was something that I was going to have to investigate. I figured the best place to start would be with his parents and their friends, who just happened to be conveniently downstairs. It was time to check in with them.

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When I came down, James Potter was pouring drinks for the group. I was struck at how much his son resembled him, until he turned around and I could see that his eyes were a dull hazel. I took a quick look over at his wife and saw eyes as green as a spring meadow and knew immediately where my Harry had gotten his pretty, pretty eyes. He’d also inherited her delicate, pert nose. Watching the way that the two elder Potters interacted with one another, even with the other couple in the room, it was obvious that they were very much still in love. Every time James looked at his wife, Lily’s face lit up like one of those human Christmas trees.

It boded well for my plans. I could see exactly what my little pet would look like when he was truly happy. The fact that he hadn’t looked like that before while I was watching him over the past year was proof enough for me that his little Ginny wasn’t the one to make him content. Even his own best friends were making noises against his relationship with the chit, and one of them was the girl’s own brother. And after listening to his parents speaking, no one was happy with the girl.

“I know, Lils, that you don’t like Ginny, but the fact that you make it so obvious only makes it more appealing for Harry to be with her,” the tired-looking professor said, running a hand through his shaggy, grey-laced brown hair.

“I know, Remus, but I just can’t get over the fact that she’s so obviously with my son for his money. I want my son to be happy, not taken in by some low-rent version of myself,” Lily Potter hissed dangerously at the assembled group. I had to bite back a crow of victory. Having Harry’s parents so against the girl counted in my favour.

“That’s hardly fair, Lily,” James replied gently. “She’s young still. She may mature into someone we would be proud to have as a daughter-in-law.”

“I don’t know, James,” the woman with the pink hair said. From my observations, she was the cousin of Harry’s late godfather and the old professor’s young wife. “I’ve met the Weasley family, every one of them, and they’re all hard-working, decent people. That daughter is the only one who seems to feel as if she should have everything she wants handed to her on a silver platter.”

“I know. Arthur and I have met each other at the Crown’s office when I was there to be briefed before trials.” It was then that I remembered that Harry’s father was a detective with New Scotland Yard, along with his best friend Sirius. “He’s a good barrister and he does his very best every time he goes before the court. Molly is a great mother and she has told me that she looks at Harry as one of her own. They’re lovely people. I just think that we’re being too harsh on a girl who our son is obviously very much in love with, that’s all.”

It was then that I remembered that James Potter was an idiot. I wanted to reach out and possess him, make him admit to the fact that he detested Ginevra Weasley as much as his wife did and trusted her even less. However, those sorts of things are highly regulated and it would be more trouble for me in the long run than it was worth. Besides, having James Potter agreeing with me verbally was only a partial victory. I needed Harry to see that.

“You can play Devil’s Advocate all you wish, my love, but it will not change my opinion of that girl,” Lily snapped. “Until she shows that she actually cares for my baby, she’s not welcome in my house.” With her impassioned speech complete, the beautiful redheaded woman slammed down her sherry glass and stormed out of the room.

I watched as James slumped down into his chair and Remus and his wife exchanged worried glances. After a few moments of silent communication between the couple, Remus stood and walked out of the room to follow Lily out. I debated between staying with James and the young woman and finding out what Lily and Remus were doing. When it just appeared that all James and the bright-haired girl were going to do was sit in silence, my decision was made and I silently glided out of the Potters’ study and went out onto the back patio with an angry Lily and her best male friend.

“Remy, I know that Harry’s in love with that girl,” she said vehemently. “I know it, and I hate it. I don’t like her.”

“What would you do if Harry was interested in someone else?” Remus asked. Intrigued, I moved closer to the two friends, even though I had perfect hearing and didn’t need to be closer to know what they were discussing. “What if he decided—or discovered—that he was interested in a guy?”

“Remus, how long have we been friends?” she replied sadly, her green eyes pained and tired. I found myself sympathising with her weariness if her son was so stubborn on a constant basis. Since I’d never had the misfortune to impregnate a human in one of my dalliances, I couldn’t even begin to fathom her anguish as a parent.

“Since fourth year, I think. You were fighting with James and Sirius, if I remember correctly,” he answered as he led his old friend to sit down in one of the wrought iron chairs. “You’re as pretty as you were then and smarter now, so you should know that stalling isn’t going to resolve anything. Lily, just answer the question.”

“I wouldn’t care. Harry is my child. The only one I was ever able to give birth to before God decided to steal the ability for me to have more children away from me. So long as he’s alive and happy and healthy, I wouldn’t care if he wanted to fuck you.”

Remus and I both frowned at her crude language, but I found that I couldn’t fault her logic. The professor didn’t say anything. He just patted her on the arm and waited for her to calm down. “I don’t think you have to worry about that, Lily,” he said after a few minutes of tight silence. “Besides, I think Dora would have something to say about that.”

Lily let out a bit of a hysterical sob as she buried her face in her hands. “Remy, what am I going to do?”

“Listen to James for the moment, and let Harry make his own decisions. Be there for when he needs you, because—you know—a boy always needs his mum. Be patient for the day that Harry discovers what he really wants.”

“Do you really think it will help anything, Remy?”

“It can’t hurt. Worst case scenario is that he stays with this girl and she breaks his heart after taking all of his money, right?”

“Yes, and then I break her.”

The professor shook his head, obviously ignoring the threat against Ginevra as much as possible. “Then, anything else is easy. And even if she does that, then it will be a learning experience for our Harry and you can then lord over him how wrong he was about Ginevra and that he should have listened to his wise mum.”

“You know, I can’t wait until you and Dora have kids so that I can try and give you all this wise advice that doesn’t really help,” Lily teased, pushing her friend gently on the arm. He gave her a smile that made his tired face warm and I could see that he was rather handsome, if one went for that type of man.

“I look forward to the day that that is the case,” Remus replied before they entered back into the house.

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After listening to the conversation between Lily Potter and Remus Lupin, I found myself lost in thought. Here were two people who obviously loved my human and wished him happy and away from the chit. However, they were being far too practical about the situation. I required a little more immediate action, and for that, I had to take a trip to meet up with some very unhappy beings.

The first one I needed to visit was Severus. He was always practical with just the tiniest bit of nastiness buried in everything he did or said. If he couldn’t help me, well, there was always Regulus and Bellatrix, but I was going to avoid visiting them if I possibly could. I wanted Harry alive after all.

TBC

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