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Demon On My Mind I : Legends Awake	By : Pherazen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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: It�s because of you guys that I decided to just sit down and write this. (That, and I wanted to have something special for Trinie when she gets back from her vacation.) I�ve had horrible blockage when it came to this chapter, which was originally supposed to be chapter two. But I couldn�t get it out then, so I changed it. Although, you seemed pretty happy with it, so you�ll let it slide, right? Right?

Enjoy.

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Chapter Three

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�Soon.�

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16 July, 1997

His eyes snapped open. Blinking to adjust to the darkness of his room, Harry turned his head to check the time. The bright red LED light made him wince and the time, 4:23 a.m., had him heaving a frustrated sigh. He�d never get back to sleep now.

He turned to face his ceiling and frowned. For several months now he�d had the same dream, almost every night. He could never remember anything but that one word and a flurry of white and black feathers. But this dream� this dream was different somehow. There was a man there, one he�d never seen before. He couldn�t make out what he looked like, but his eyes he remembered. His eyes were a distinct shade of green, one Harry recognized every time he looked into the mirror. They were exactly like his, at least in color. But there was something strange about them. Save for thin, white pupils, green was the only other color in the almond-shaped orbs.

But what did it mean? He�d chalk it up to an over-active imagination, only the man felt so� familiar. And when he heard that one word, he felt� relief. Anticipation. Excitement.

It didn�t make any sense!

With a heavy sigh, he checked the time once more only to see that while he was lost in thought it had reached five o�clock. He figured now would be a good a time as any to get up and begin yet another boring day in the Dursley household. It was as he was getting dressed that he noticed something strange; his History book, The Formation Of Wizardkind, was on top of his desk, opened. As a force of habit, all of his textbooks were hidden away when he was done with them. After all, it wouldn�t do for one of his family members to happen upon it. He�d never hear the end of it.

He walked to his desk and looked down at the book in confusion. It was open to the page he had been reading only a fortnight ago while getting his History of Magic summer work out of the way. At the top of the page in bold, curlicue letters was the title, The Lover�s War. Slowly, he sat down in his rickety chair and stared at it.

This hadn�t been the first time he�d woken up to something different. Ever since he had finished that particular essay, he�d woken up to find his room in a different state than before. Two days after he�d put away the book for the rest of the summer, he woke to find his room so messy it seemed as though a whirlwind had swept through it. At first, he thought it might have been a prank pulled by Dudley, but when the obese boy spoke nothing of it, Harry knew it couldn�t have been him. Dudley wouldn�t have been able to resist gloating about something like that.

The morning after, he woke to find all the drawers of his desk open and the contents scattered across the floor. His newly finished essay was splayed open atop his desk and his wire lamp redirected to shine it�s light directly onto the parchment. It was repeated the day after, with less of a mess, but on the third day it was his trunk that had been opened and emptied and the book that was laid open on the bottom.

Harry could think of nothing that would explain this. If it was meant to be a malicious prank, then Dudley was uninvolved seeing as he had known nothing of it. Aside from that, Dudley�s attention span only lasted so long, and it was already several days past its limit. Harry doubted that one of Voldemort�s followers would, or even could, come into his home simply to make a mess of his things instead of kidnapping him for their master, and besides, he was sure the Order would have taken him away from there or at least mentioned something once the guards noticed someone sneaking into the house every night. Then again, the Order and their guards had proved their incompetence before. However, it still left the questions of who� and why.

Harry glared at the book, as though it was deliberately hiding the answer from him. It was always the same book, and always the same page. He�d read the chapter so many times he could recite it from memory, should anyone ask him to. But he could think of nothing as to why� whatever it was wanted him to know about that subject so much.

A soft knock sounded on his door and he jumped, having once again been lost in his thoughts. The door opened and a blonde head poked in, glancing briefly at the book on his desk.

�Happened again?� Harry nodded, looking up as Dudley joined him in the small room, closing the door behind him.

After a week of the bizarre morning ritual, Harry had finally confronted Dudley about the situation. It was then he learned that Dudley really did have nothing to do with it. The boy, who�d been prone to many sleepless night after the Dementor incident, told him he hadn�t noticed anything strange happening in or around the house � aside from the usual, that is. In a strange twist that threw Harry off-kilter, Dudley offered to keep a look-out to spot anything abnormal happening; it had taken very little convincing on Dudley�s part to get his father to buy miniature cameras and recording devices from a small spy ware shop in the city, which Dudley set up to record anything that happened from the stairs to Harry�s door. Nothing ever came up on film, and the unusual goings-on continued.

It was through this that the two estranged cousins formed a hesitant camaraderie. It seemed that after his brush with the Dementors, Dudley had done quite a bit of thinking. Harry didn�t ask, and most likely never would, but he suspected it had something to do with a part of himself that Dudley had kept buried and secret; the part that felt remorse, and guilt. Harry knew without a doubt that deep inside everyone were redeeming qualities. Many just chose not to utilize them.

�This is getting really weird,� Dudley commented, perching on the end of Harry�s bed. He thought for a moment then amended, �Well, weirder than usual.� Harry quirked a grin.

�Yes, it�s definitely weirder than usual,� he agreed softly. �At least I don�t have a gigantic mess to clean up this time.� Dudley looked around the room and noticed that aside from the book, nothing was out of place.

�What�s so important about that book anyway?� Harry sighed in frustration, rubbing the back of his hand across his forehead.

�I don�t know, and that�s what�s so bothersome. Although,� Harry frowned and picked the book up, flicking through the few pages about that particular chapter, �I don�t think it�s the book that�s really important. Someone or something really wants me to know about this war that happened thousands of years ago at the start of Wizard civilization. I just don�t see what�s so bloody important about it.� He put the book back on top of his desk with a soft thump. �Granted, it is interesting to know that Wizards came about because of a natural balance that was being destroyed. In fact, I bet that if it wasn�t for this war, the entire world would be populated by non-magical humans, with Angels and Demons forever at odds in the background. Or even with the war; if this Shadow Lord hadn�t been captured and murdered, the war would be on-going and Wizards would be non-existent.�

�Bet Dad would like that,� Dudley quipped. Harry smirked.

�Ah, but you�re forgetting,� Harry said, waving a finger in mock admonishment. �If Wizards didn�t exist, your father would have no reason to hate us, now would he?� Dudley snickered and nodded in agreement.

�That�s true.�

�If I only knew the why,� Harry sighed. �Then it wouldn�t be so bloody frustrating.�

�Well, maybe it�ll come to you eventually,� Dudley said, shrugging.

�Yeah. Maybe.� Harry took one more glance at the chapter title and closed the book. He stood. �I better get breakfast started.� Dudley jumped up eagerly and Harry quirked his lips in amusement.

�I want French Toast! And an omelet with peppers and ham.� Harry shook his head.

�All right, all right. Come on, before Aunt Petunia wakes up and thinks I�m dawdling on my chores.� The door shut behind the boys with a soft click.

Left on the desk, the book glowed softly in a pale green light and flipped open again, the pages fluttering until once more they landed upon the chapter pertaining to the Lover�s War. Only this time, the pages settled near the end of the chapter. Directly over the paragraph stating Raevyn�s vow in bright red ink and soft calligraphy was written the word, Soon.
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