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Devil\'s Snare	By : ShoushiAme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Harry Potter has never been normal
but now the �Boy-Who-Lived� has another thing that sets him apart from the
normal Wizarding World. Two people from his past will return and unlock
memories of new powers he�s never been able to access or remember until now.
These powers are more than enough to defeat Voldemort but along with them come
new enemies and trouble. Will the new magic that Harry�s accessed help or
destroy everything that he holds dear?

Post: SS/PS CoS PoA
GoF OotP

Disclaimer: I don�t
own Harry Potter. I�m just another obsessed, slashy, fan-girl.

Pairings:

HP/SS, HG/RW, RL/SB
(mentioned), DM/OC HP/OC (One-sided)

Warnings:

Abuse, Violence,
Swearing, Slash, AU, Bloody Gory Details, unedited grammar errors...

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Notes (1):

I'm sorry to say
that this story will most likely not follow the story line of "The
Half-Blood Prince" at all. Not only am I disappointed with the book, but
also it messes up my storyline completely. Now this story is officially AU so I
hope that you will still enjoy it anyway. I wish that I could follow the book,
but it will only give me a severe case of writer's block!

I would like at least 8-11 reviews a chapter so please
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This story is beta-ed by the wonderful, Hazel Wolf! Tons
of Love to You! I�U!

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Devil�s Snare

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Chapter Five: Training and Unsettling Visions

When Dessmona walked into Harry's
room holding a letter from the Dursley's Harry could barely hold in his astonishment. The
Dursley's never contacted him outside of the pathetic Christmas presents that
he received at school, and even that was a stretch for him. They probably
assumed that what they gave him was a really treat; who wouldn't want knobby
old socks or a halfpence for Christmas?

The
indigo-eyed angel gave Harry and warm smile, and perched onto his four-poster
bed. Harry sat up from lying on his stomach trying to finish his summer work,
and took the letter, curiosity clear on his confused features. He glanced at
Dess who just shrugged her shoulders and then tore the letter open.

Potter,

How
could you just sneak out of the house like that and leave it in a mess! After
Petunia wasted good food on you and you didn't even finish it and we didn't
even make you do your chores? You ungrateful wretch of a boy. Should have just
left you on the sodding doorstep to rot.

Harry
snorted at that comment and rolled his eyes. Dess was leaning over his shoulder
reading it as well. He sighed and a slender hand came up reassuringly to run
gently down his arm.

We
found a new house. It's the most popular thing on the market and we don't want
you to live with us anymore. I don't care that your crackpot teacher at that
school of yours made Petunia promise to let you live here; you're not coming
with us. The house costs loads of pounds and even though I have another
promotion, I can't afford to have you messing up the place and wasting food.

"Humph,
the only reason why you don't have enough money for food is that fat lump of a
cousin of mine stuffing his face while you're gone and blaming the missing food
on me."

Dess
continued to scan the rest of the letter and looked at Harry with a bit of
concern. "Dumbledore wont be very pleased if your uncle won't let you live
in their new home. He may confront them about their mistreatment of you and
then Vernon will be even more angered by the interference of that
"crackpot old fool" as he likes to call him."

Harry
sighed and raked a hand through his hair. It fell right back into his face and
he pushed a bit behind his ear. It fell back again and Dessmona giggled and
with a wave of her hand a light green ribbon appeared intertwined in her
fingers. She moved behind Harry and summoned a brush as well, gently pulling
back the hair out of his face. Harry relaxed as he felt the brush run through
his hair and looked out to a distant window.

"I
don't know what Uncle Vernon will do. I think that the letter that I got last
year frightened Aunt Petunia enough, but after the Dementor attack, my uncle
hates me even more. He thought that I had made Dudley so cold and ill. After
all of the other things that I have done on top of just existing, I think that
he's broken his last straw.

"He
is afraid of Moody and the others, but I don't think that will stop him from
not letting me stay in their house. Even if he did get to kick me out, there's
no place that I could go. Dumbledore will never let me stay at Hogwarts over
the summer, even if it is just for one more year. He doesn't care that Hogwarts
is the safest place to be, he thinks that my mother's blood will save me."

Harry
paused in his rant to glance over his shoulder at Dess. She had braided his
hair and was tying a bow at the base of the silky mass. Harry groaned and
reached behind him to touch the heavy coil and laughed.

"Just
think, if I whipped my head around, this would hurt quite a bit."

Dess
nodded and set down her grooming tools to move to Harry's side once more.

"Maybe
if I do that to Ron the next time he gets to me he'll sod off."

Dess
shook her head and then followed Harry's earlier suit of staring out the
window. The sunlight was reflected in her wide eyes making them appear to be
lavender.

"You
need to let him come around. Your true identity is not just stressful for just
you, Harry."

Harry
set the letter down on his nightstand and pushed his books further out of the
way before stretching his arms above his head and lying back down on his bed,
his slightly longer legs hanging off the side. Dess looked down at him as the
half-devil closed his eyes and relaxed completely onto the mattress.

"Why
can't I control him?"

Dess
didn't answer; she waited for Harry to continue on his own.

"It's
so bloody hard. When I trained in Hell, now I can remember that while I lost
control of Avenairu at times, it was never as hard as it is now to restrain
him. I lost control with Ron again today and Snape. I almost made this entire
place explode and who knows how far around us would have been damaged as well.
Having to apologize afterwards was extremely humiliating."

"Part
of the problem is that now that you're not unconscious when you're aware of
your other half is that you regret what the two of you are. That puts a damper
on your control. Your emotions are very troubled along with your mind. You need
to overcome that barrier on your own, Harry."

Harry
just sighed and arched his back, letting out a loud gasp of contentment when it
cracked. He rolled over onto his side and glanced up at Dess, who was still
looking out the window. "When I did Occlumency with Snape, I could feel
him going through my memories and he pulled up one that I can't remember.
Someone was looking up at me with eyes that had a mix of blue and green. I
can't remember anyone that has eyes like that..."

Dess
shifted on the bed and looked down at Harry and smiled slightly to herself.
"I think that I might know who that is--"

Harry
sat up quickly. "Who is it, Dess? Are they important to me because I had
some odd feelings come from that memory? It's been bothering me ever since this
morning!"

"You're
going to have to wait for that person to contact you, Harry. I can't tell you
anything else than the fact that you will be hearing from them very soon."
Dess smiled softly and slowly twirled her hair in between her slender fingers.

The two
of them sat in silence for a few minutes until he picked up one of the many
Occlumency books that were sitting on the floor next to his bed. There were
eight in all and he had no idea where to start reading them. They were so thick
and looked as if they had been written when Dumbledore when he was born. Harry
held the book with ease; the strength that he had as a devil had been returning
his body all morning.

Harry
began to thumb through the book to see if any of the many titles and subtitle
jumped out at him when Dess spoke up by saying, "This morning when you
looked over at Professor Snape, what were you feeling?"

Harry
looked up from his book and gave Dess a weird look. "What do you mean? I
didn't look at him."

Dess
rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Remember we were all in the kitchen?
You gave him a look that was neither non-threatening nor friendly. "You
just watched him. It almost looked like you were analyzing him or something
along those lines."

After a
few moments in deep though, Harry nodded slowly. "Oh yeah, after I got mad
a Ron? I think that Avenairu was just; I dunno how to put it, scanning him or
something like that. I think that he was trying to measure him. Avenairu finds
him interesting."

A look
of amusement crossed the angel�s smooth features. "Interesting? That
doesn't exactly sound holy."

Harry
looked shocked for a second before shaking his head. "No, no! I didn't
mean it that way, Dess!" Harry hated himself even more when he felt his
face heat up, but then he tried to cover it up by yelling at Dess. "Angels
aren�t exactly supposed to have inappropriate thoughts, you know."

Dess
rolled her eyes. "I'm an exception, besides I have been around humans for
too long." She gestured towards the large pile of books that were sitting
on Harry's right side. "You might want to get done with that Harry. I
don't think that Professor Snape is going to be very pleased with you if you don't
take adequate notes. You two are going to take lessons every couple of days, so
you better get started now."

Harry
groaned and gave Dess a half-hearted glare. "Why do you call him
'Professor'? He's my teacher not yours." 'Besides,� Harry added to
himself in his mind, 'he doesn't deserve the respect that his title gives
him.'

Dess
smacked him on the back of the head and retorted, "That is the title given
to him and he deserves the respect Harry. You shouldn't be so rude to him. You
two have your differences but I think that it's time that you get over
them."

"It's
mainly his fault, Dess. I never did anything at all besides be the son of James
Potter and "The-Boy-Who-Lived" and he hates me. He should grow up and
let go of his stupid grudges. He hates me, not the other way around. Treating
me like shit just because of my father's stupidity is just immature!"

"Watch
your language, Harry."

Harry
turned around with a look of incredulously marring his features. "Is that
all you have to say? 'Watch your language'?" Harry put his head in his
hands and got off of the bed and moved towards the door. He grabbed the handle
and then jerked backwards in pain when a searing burn ran through his hand and
up his arm. He turned towards Dess, whose aura was glowing a soft blue. Her
eyes were a shade lighter, and they glared at Harry in annoyance.

"You
should keep your emotions in check Harry. Soon, I was going to ask Hermione,
Draco, and Ron if they had time to start training with you today, and if you go
out there with that sour attitude then the tension between you and Ron will get
worse." Harry looked a bit frightened and very annoyed as he gazed down at
his hand and stared at a blister that was forming from the burn that ran across
it. It was a minor injury, but it left the boy unsettled.

He knew
that Dessmona would never hurt him on purpose, but being injured by someone
usually made him feel guarded around them; whether it was emotional or physical
damage.

Dess
rose from the bed and moved past Harry to push open the door. She held it open
and then turned to gaze hard at him.

"I'm
going to invite the others to supervise and watch. You need to learn to keep
yourself in check. Avenairu is just another part of you and if you don't accept
it, you're going to drain all of your magic; not to mention your life."

Harry
avoided the angel's eyes as she gently lifted up his hand and ran her fingers
along the blister. The pain began to dissipate quickly and then she squeezed it
and let it drop to the boy's side.

The
half-devil sighed as he let Dessmona�s words wash over him. He had nearly
forgotten about the fact that his life was linked to whether or not he accepted
Avenairu or not. Keeping the two apart apparently took a lot of magic, even
though he couldn�t feel it. If Harry used too much power at once, on day it
could kill him. Besides, not accepting the darker side of his soul would drain him
of all of his magic and shorten his life in general.

Harry
sighed as Dessmona brushed past him, her silver hair brushing against his face.
�I�ll be in the dueling room, when you�re calm.�

�Dueling
room? Since when is there a dueling room in here?�

�Just
join my later on, okay?�

��.

Dessmona
stood in front of Draco, Ron, and Hermione, who stood there with attentive
expressions on their face. Draco looked smug. Dessmona had talked to him while
Harry was doing Occlumency with Snape and had learned that his father had let
him take a few lessons in Muggle fencing. The boy was quite good, but what he
knew would be nothing in case of an attack on the manor.

Hermione
held her weapon cautiously and struggled under the weight. Even thought they
were just starting their training today, Dessmona had given them all weapons
that were heavy and uncomfortable.

Dessmona
walked over to Ron to fix the boy�s posture that was slouching. He didn�t want
to learn how to fight. He was in a bit of denial about how much danger they
were in due to the release of Harry�s powers. He didn�t want to have anything
to with Harry or Dessmona at all. He was angry at Hermione for wanting to learn
about fighting and with his mother for agreeing to let them learn how to fight
as well. Most of the time Mrs. Weasley never wanted the children to get into
any form of trouble no matter what the circumstances even if it included
something that would protect them all from death. Ron had expected his mother
to object to them having anything to do with Harry and the young woman who
called herself an angel, but Mrs. Weasley wanted Ron and the others to be
prepared.

�So,
even thought I don�t like to complain, these weapons are a bit heavy to start
training with.� Draco set down the blade against the stone floor and gazed over
at Ron who was slouching over his weapon. �Some of us can�t seem to hold our
weight.�

Ron
flashed Malfoy a dirty look and began to retort, when Mrs. Weasley spoke up
from the sidelines. �Ronald, don�t argue, just focus on learning how to protect
yourself!�

Ron
rolled his eyes and struggled to stand up straight. His eyes met with
Hermione�s and she gave him a brief smile, which he returned half-heartedly.
The he glanced Harry�s way. The �Boy-Who-Lived� just stood there watching the
rest of them, a thoughtful look on his face.

�Why
isn�t he fighting?� Ron said annoyed, pointing at Harry. �He�s just standing
there watching us!�

Harry
folded his arms over his chest and was about to retort, but Dessmona shook her
head. �He already knows how to fight and I�m going to work with Harry later on.
He�s going to assist me while I help you train as well.�

�Harry,
how much do you know about fighting?� Remus asked. He and the rest of the
adults had filtered into the room a few moments ago watching the teens train
with Dessmona. They were interested in seeing them learn how to fight as well.
To Harry�s surprise, even Snape stood there his face as impassive as always but
his eyes betrayed a hint of his interest. He stood in the shadows while Remus
and Mrs. Weasley watched close-by.

�I
can�t really tell you anything right now. When I hold a sword again, I�ll be
able to show you what I know. Not all of my memories are back yet��

Remus
nodded and watched Dessmona who helped Hermione with the weight of her sword.
�The reason why I�m giving you these swords is to show you that these are the
weapons that you�ll be able you use later on when your training increases your
strength and agility. Your powers as Wizards and Witches cannot be the only
thing that you rely on when facing a devil. Knowing how to fight with a weapon
will help you as well.�

Draco
slowly twirled his sword around with his wrist. �Even though your skills are
father than Hermione and Ron�s, Draco, you really shouldn�t try anything with
that sword right now. You might pull some muscles��

Draco
scoffed, but still just held his sword at his side. Dessmona smiled at him and
then waved her hand in front of her face. Hermione and Ron stood up straighter
immediately, the weight of their weapons gone.

�I took
away the extra weight,� the angel explained.

Hermione
looked up at Dessmona who was holding a sword at her side as well. It glowed
with a sort of power.

Harry
turned towards Dessmona slowly as he felt a wave of magic wash over his body.
Avenairu stirred inside of him recognizing the magic signature as one of a
request for a duel. That was the traditional way that devil�s approached an
ally if they wanted to have a friendly competition. If the advanced were a
threat, the magic would have shocked him instead of being a gentle brush. His
flesh tingled slightly and a shiver ran down his spine.

Hermione
looked on with concern. �Harry, are you alright? You look a bit pale.�

�It�s
nothing,� Harry murmured softly. �I�m just feeling the aura that Dessmona is
sending off is affecting me.� Seeing his friend�s confused look, Harry began to
explain. �When devils want to have a duel they send of a brush of magic to the
one that they want to challenge. Depending on the nature of the challenge, the
magic may caress you like what Dess did or it may burn you. She�s not
threatening me, so it sent tingles down my spine, that�s all.�

Harry
turned his attention back to the angel who stood there in front of him holding
out her sword in a defensive stance. Her violet eyes watched his every move,
traveling slowly over his body trying to judge his posture. Her eyes travel to
his hand and then she relaxed her body slightly as a smile came over her face.

�Well,
I can�t expect you to be able to fight if you don�t have a weapon.�

A
bright white light surrounded her hand as she held it outstretched in front of
her. Everyone watched in awe as the light faded revealing the hilt of a sword.
Harry slowly reached out and grasped the handle and pulled it towards him, his
face a mask of emotions as he studied the hilt.

�I
expect that you remember how to use it.�

Ron
frowned and Draco looked at Harry strangely. �How can he fight without a
blade?� the blonde asked.

The
answer to that question was soon revealed as a soft light appeared around
Harry. The boy�s eyes flashed red for a brief moment and he raised the hilt in
front of him with both hands. Soon the light around him blinded everyone in the
room and soon dissipated so it formed the blade of the sword.

�Satar
Dyo Ocylem!�

The
blade stopped glowing and then formed a blade of soft green light. Harry raised
it a bit higher and then did a few moves and different stances for it. He moved
with ease and precision. It seemed as if he were dancing, each move flawless
and beautiful. His body moved slowly with total concentration and his long hair
flowed about him. The sight was one to cherish and behold.

Harry
stopped and held out his sword in front of him again, facing Dessmona held on.
Everyone watched him as the young wizard�s face stilled and his thoughts became
focused on the upcoming battle.

Hermione
stared at both fighters studying their movements, when her eyes rested on the
angel�s familiar Saengen; the bushy-haired girl noticed that the serpent�s eyes
glowed red.

Dessmona
relaxed from her stance and then reached up to press her fingers against the
red scaled reptile. The sound of hissing rose in the room and Hermione glanced
over to Harry to see if he understood. His eyes were clouded over as if he were
trying to figure out what they were saying but he couldn�t tell.

The
angel gently removed the blood-red familiar from her slender neck and set him
down on the floor a few feet away. Saengen quickly slithered over to a nearby
wall and his bright eyes stared at the upcoming battle.

Dessmona
suddenly flew towards Harry, slashing quickly to the boy�s right and then
changing to his left to throw off his defense. Harry whipped around in a circle
and created a sort of vacuum with his spin drawing the angel towards him. It
nearly worked, but Dessmona broke free and appeared suddenly behind and raised
her blade above her head, bringing it down to strike him on the head. Harry
raised his sword over his head and then a bit farther to block his head and
shoulders from attack. When the two blades connected, at the sound of a �clang�
Harry pulled away and quickly turned away from Dessmona�s sword. The angel�s
eyes were blazing with power, and she leaped in to the air above Harry and
brought down her sword on top of his head. The young wizard was ground into the
floor, breaking the stone floor.

�Harry!�
Hermione cried out in fear and concern. Harry remained still for a few moments
but then slowly began to rise. His entire body shook in pain and blood ran from
his lip and his nose in a steady stream. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley gasped and Ginny
whimpered and turned away. Ron looked concerned despite his anger towards the
boy. Draco turned towards Dessmona who was waiting calmly with her sword held
out in front of her waiting for the boy to get up completely.

�How
could you just do that? I thought that this was just a exercise and you were
just trying to test his skills!�

�I am testing
his skills. If Harry gets in a fight, he won�t be shown any mercy. I�m just
trying to keep this fight as real as possible.�

Harry
was finally on his feet again and was glaring at Dessmona, his eyes glowing
with power. They were bright green mixed with a bit of red.

�You
will never win against anyone if you can�t control the devil inside of you,
Harry!�

Harry
froze and then it was plain that he was having a mental struggle. His eyes
flickered and then changed back to emerald. He raised his sword and it glowed
brightly with power. It floated in front of him just above his upturned palms. Then
it split into two separate weapons.

Harry
grabbed each sword out of the air and twirled them around in his hands and ran
towards Dessmona who didn�t move out of the way until the last minute. She
disappeared completely.

�Where did
she go?� Hermione murmured.

Harry
looked around and tensed as he felt a brush of magic against him again. He held
up both swords, and waited.

�Just a
few more moments�� Harry whispered as he looked around.

�Ahhhhh!�

Harry crossed
his swords over his head as Dessmona struck him again. Harry pushed her off and
slammed her into the wall with both swords. Dessmona crashed through the wall
and landed in the other room. Soon after, she flew back into the room and
pushed Harry again the opposite wall. The two of them struggled against one
another until suddenly Harry�s weapon snapped under the pressure.

Dessmona
still pursued the half-devil, and Harry turned away and jumped into the air and
hit the wall with his feet, pushing off as hard as he could so reached the
ceiling and then fell down so he could strike Dessmona. The angel easily
dodged.

�How
can he do anything? He doesn�t have his wand,� Hermione cried. Ron looked over
at the table and noticed that it was sitting there. �Why doesn�t he Accio it?�

�Dessmona
probably told him not to use his wand. Our magic most likely has no effect on
devil�s you dunce,� Draco scoffed at the redhead.

Everyone
continued to watch as Harry dodged every attack that Dessmona threw at him. The
angel managed to get in a strike and Harry yelled in pain. He cradled his side
as blood poured from it, and stood there panting.

Dessmona
just leaned casually against her sword as she watched Harry with a critical eye.
�In a real battle, an opponent wouldn�t just give you a few minutes to catch
your breath and try to figure out a strategy. You need to be more focused. Don�t
forget your training!�

Harry
leaned heavily to one side and each breath was forced. The boy was obviously in
a lot of pain. He could barely stand the wound in his side. His eyes were
clouded over in pain. Blood was now dripping on the floor. A puddle was
surrounding him.

�I need
to heal this wound, but I doubt that Dess will give me enough time to do so.�

Transform, Innocent One. Even half
way, it will do you better than standing here watching your blood paint the
floor crimson.

Harry shuddered as he felt Avenairu�s magic burning him,
the harsh voice echoing in his mind.

�Dess
told me to control you, not unleash you!�

No matter. Without your health, you
will perish. Oh, no, Dessmona will never kill you, but you will shame me, and
yourself.

�I don�t
care! I�d rather lose than have you get out of control!�

Foolish! I won�t run amok, just use
the power�

Harry froze, not sure what to do.

Do it now! Use anything you can to
replace your weapon. Once it�s destroyed in battle it takes too much time to
bring it back!

Harry stood up to his full height. His eyes glowed
brightly and then the air around him began to crackle with magic; green sparks
flew from his body. A breeze picked up and ruffled his hair, throwing it into
his eyes.

Soon,
red sparks joined the green and both flew around his body. They slowly
surrounded the wound on his body and settled onto it, healing the angry
swelling and cutting off the steady flow of blood.

�You
released your powers,� Dessmona breathed out in awe. �Even without me unlocking
them.�

The light
grew brighter and then all of the sparks grew in size and flew into Harry�s
body. He closed his eyes as the magic flowed through him, then exploded
outward.

Everyone
shielded their eyes from the blast of magic and light until it slowed toned
itself down. Their eyes slowly adjusted to the light and they gasped in awe and
fright.

A pair
of jet black wings adorned Harry�s back. They were taller than him by at least
a foot or so. They were beautiful and shiny. Each feather shone brightly as if
it had just polished. They ruffled slightly in the breeze left over from Harry�s
power. The half-devil�s eyes were glowing with power, a bright red with green
around the pupils.

Dessmona
backed away and stared. �You�re not completely Avenairu, but you�re not
completely Harry either. It�s a combination of the two��

Harry
didn�t wait for a reply. He moved into a defensive stance and waited for the
angel to ready herself. Dessmona flew at him again, but Harry flew into the air
and dropped behind her. Everyone watched as each feather turned into a small
gleaming blade and the air hummed slightly.

In half
a second, half of the feathers on Harry�s right wing shot towards Dessmona.
Nearly all of them hit her and slashed at her ruthlessly. Silver �blood� ran
from her body and she pulled back wincing slightly. Her sword had a few
feathers penetrating it; the edges were that sharp. She threw it down to the
ground and stood up straighter.

�Ah,
your favorite means of attack, Feather Slash. Nice, Harry, very nice.�

Dessmona
threw a bright orb of power at Harry and the half-devil screamed in pain as
each feather left his wings and turned towards him, piercing him with millions
of daggers. Immediately, he waved his hand causing most of the feathers to
return to normal, but not all of them.

�You
shouldn�t have had to resort to half transforming just to beat me. You�ve lost
some of your touch.�

Harry
nodded in defeat and closed his eyes. What was left of his wings shattered like
millions of pieces of glass.

�However,
you fought quite well. Today�s training session is over. Well done.�

Harry
brushed his hair out of his face, and then glanced over at his friends and
everyone else. They were watching him with a mixture of awe, fear, and
indifference; Snape of course. Harry had forgotten about them while he had been
fighting Dessmona, but now, he felt exposed. A display of his power, no matter
how small, wasn�t the wisest thing to do.

Don�t worry about those mindless creatures.
You are better than them.

�No one is better than anyone else, Avenairu, including
you.�

Harry
turned away and made his way over to the door. The silence followed him all the
way to the staircase and up to his room as he prepared for a well-need rest.

��.

Harry
walked wearily into his bedroom and pulled off his sweaty clothes, tossing them
unceremoniously into a pile in the corner of his room. Draco would most likely
complain about the mess later on, the boy was a neat freak, but at that moment
he didn�t care. He was still pissed off at Ron who had gotten jealous of him
again and about the fact that everyone had another reason to be afraid of him
and to set him apart from everyone else.

The
exhausted boy had to admit that it had felt good to duel Dessmona even though
it had ended in a tie. Avenairu had flared inside of him with anger that
Dessmona had tied with him. ��A tie was just as bad as a defeat,�� the devil
side of his soul countered his happy mood. Harry ignored Avenairu and reveled
at the fact that his body hadn�t lost too much of the training that he had
undergone in Hell.

Harry
just sat down on his bed ad tried to get to sleep. He shoved the heavy books
off of the bed and winced slightly as they crashed to the floor. �Snape will
probably kill me for throwing his book around, but I�m exhausted.�

Slumping
back onto the bed Harry yawned widely and stretched out his body over the cool
sheets. Soon after falling into a peaceful and much needed sleep Harry
unfortunately fell into a restless sleep that turned into a vision of
Voldemort.

��.

�What
news do you have, Bellatrix?�

The
woman bowed down in front of the Dark Lord and kissed his robes before raising
her head slightly letting her hair cover her eyes.

�The
spies that surround the Black Estate felt some odd magic signatures coming from
the interior of the building. One of them was recognized as the Potter-boy�s
but the other one could not be distinguished amongst our ranks. Whosever the
magic belonged to it was very powerful. No matter how hard we tried to figure
out who was the holder of the magic, they had themselves sealed off very well.
I doubt that even Dumbledore himself can do such a thing.

Voldemort
hissed in anger. �Severus has been ordered by Dumbledore to stay in close
proximity with Potter ad his friends during the summer. Even though he was
moved from the Dursley�s house in which most of his protection lies and he
would be the most vulnerable, Dumbledore did not move him to Hogwarts.
Interesting��

Bellatrix
raised her eyes to meet those of her master�s. �We do not know why the old fool
chose to hide Potter somewhere that he could be located. They think that we
don�t know about them using the Black Manor for some kind of meeting place, but
we are smarter than them, my lord.

�Crucio!�

Immediately,
Bellatrix began to scream and writher about on the cold stone floor, her body
convulsing terribly. Her cries of absolute agony echoed off the stone walls and
Voldemort�s grotesque face was twisted into an even more repulsive smirk of
satisfaction.

�You
foolish whore, Dumbledore may act like a foolish old man outwardly, but he, I
regretfully admit that he is extremely crafty. He is the only wizard that is
equally matched to me after all��

Bellatrix
still convulsed on the floor, and Voldemort glanced down at her as if he had
forgotten about he screams of pain and that held her under an Unforgivable. He
waved his wand once and the woman�s terrible cried stopped. Bellatrix coughed
up blood and mucus all over her robes and onto the floor.

�You
are glad that I didn�t do something else to you, bitch. Now remember to hold
your tongue and rid me of your unwanted presence. Your information was not in
the very least helpful.�

Bellatrix
still lay crumpled on the ground, her chest heaving and still occasionally
coughing up blood and phlegm. Slowly she began to rise from the floor holding
onto the her stomach and pushing herself up with great difficulty. She bit down
on her lip breaking the chapped flesh as she struggled not to scream.

��.

Harry
woke up gasping, his eyes wild and unseeing. He tried to wrench himself out of
the vision, but he was being held down by two sets of hands. He yelled in
protest and with all of his strength threw whoever was holding him down across
the room.

�Arrgghh,
Potter!� Draco yelled as he was slammed against the wall. He slowly rose from
the floor holding the back of his head and continued to watch Harry as he
thrashed against Remus and then Ron as the two of them tried to stop him from
hurting himself because of his vision.

Snape
soon stalked into the room holding two vials of an unknown potion and her
called out to Remus and Ron over Harry�s cries of pain, �Try to wake him up or
restrain him! This potion will help the visions.�

Harry�s
eyes suddenly flew open again and they were opaque and their soft green hues
were mixed with an angry red. His eyes rolled back into his head and he
suddenly stopped struggling against Remus and Ron who relaxed a bit out of
fatigue.

Dessmona
rushed over to Harry�s bedside moving Hermione out of the way who was holding a
basin and a towel, just in case the half-devil became ill. She pressed her
hands against his temples and began whispering in hushed tones. It appeared as
if she were trying to calm Harry down, but waves of purple light were flowing
out of her hands in the young wizard�s body.

Everyone
watched as Harry�s body slowly relaxed and his face lost it�s pained look. His
aura mixed with Dessmona�s healing magic and his body glowed brightly.

�What
is that light surrounding him?� Mrs. Weasley asked.

�Harry�s
body will naturally begin to heal itself after an attack like this. I�m
assuming that he had a vision of some sort involving Voldemort.� Everyone in
the room shuddered at the sound of the Dark Lord�s name. I just had to make him
relax enough so he could open his magic reserves to start the healing process.
Doing so is very dangerous so I can�t do it often.�

�Potter
has enough magic to automatically heal himself if the need arises and yet he
cannot protect his mind from the Dark Lord�s grasp?� Snape regarded Dessmona
with a sneer as she gently brushed some of Harry�s bangs out of his face. The
angel�s jaw tightened slightly as she turned to Hermione to take the cloth out
of the girl�s hands to wipe off the boy�s damp forehead.

�I
already explained this to you; Harry�s magic is very unstable right now. His
mental defenses are even weaker than what they were when the two of you first
began his Occlumency training. I don�t think that your immature childhood
grudge against Harry has any room here, or anyplace for that matter.

Everyone
turned wide eyes from Dessmona to Snape who despite his efforts to hide his
emotions was obviously shocked. Rarely anyone had the nerve to challenge him in
this manner. He had to be honest to himself and say that he was stunned.

The
older wizard said nothing to the angel who was still preoccupying herself by
gently wiping Harry�s face clean of the perspiration that lingered there. Her
familiar Saengen, however, had turned towards him and was giving a reproachful
look. The normally turquoise eyes were a bright red and the serpent had its
lethal fangs bared to the Potions Master in warning that the man did not expect
to see.

Snape
still gave Dessmona a steady glare as the angel turned around to face him, her
eyes shining brightly with power and anger.

�Harry
has had enough hardships in his life without you adding your grudges against
him that he doesn�t even deserve. As an adult you should be more mature. In
many ways Harry is more than you will ever be.�

Snape
openly blanched at that comment and stepped closer to the angel opening his
mouth to protest when he gasped and clutched his arm. The room, which had been
buzzing slightly at what had just transpired between him and Dessmona instantly
quieted as the former Death Eater was summoned.

Without
another glance around the room, Snape strode out of the room and moved towards
his room to prepare himself for the meeting with the Dark Lord. Judging by the
intensity of the burn, he was not in any immediate danger, but Voldemort could
be deceiving him just as he had done many times before.

Dessmona
watched silently as the Potions master left the room and glanced over towards everyone
else. Hermione was giving Dessmona a look mixed with reproach and pride, Draco
was giving her a slightly awed look and Ron was looking as if Christmas had
come early, despite himself.

�Harry
will be fine after he gets some sleep. You don�t need to concern yourselves
about him until he wakes up later on.�

Dessmona
turned around and gave everyone a stern look and they filtered out of the room
reluctantly, of course. The angel continued the gently wipe the boy�s face and
brush his hair away from his closed eyes.

�What
did you see this time? How will it affect you and everyone you care for?

��..��Devil�s Snare��5��Devil�s
Snare��

Hey everyone. Sorry about
the late update. I�ve been busy with school� What a bore. I hope that you liked
this chapter. Harry will slowly regain his memories. As was mentioned at the
first part of the chapter, some things will come back to him by seeing them or
hearing them. Those turquoise eyes won�t be mentioned until the Interlude,
which will pop up after Chapter Seven.

It�s still going to take
some time for Harry and Severus� relationship to develop. They will come to a
truce/friendship in a few chapters. Hopefully that will settle your desire for
them to get together for a while. I like it when other stories have them build
up their relationship slowly and I have gotten some complements.

With Nov 11^th
and 14^th being �No School� Days for me and having the weekend to
work on this story I�ll have some time to work on Chapter Six. Thanksgiving is
coming up too. ^_^

Ron is incredibly
immature and I think that he would be very jealous and afraid of Harry�s
powers. He�ll gradually mature, but I have some plans in store for him, heh,
heh�

ATTENTION GINNY LOVERS: I
don�t like Ginny. I have never liked her ever since the second book and my
feelings of dislike have only increased due to the fact that she and Harry went
out in the 6^th book. I don�t like her at all, and I�m not including
her in this story. She doesn�t fit in with my plot at all.

I�ll see you in Chapter
Six.

Korogi-chan/Shoushi-Ame

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