Harry Potter and the Demonic Realm

A/N: Sorry I haven’t updated recently, too much other stuff to be getting on with… anyway, guys, can you PLEASE just take half a minute of your time to review this? For the last two chapters, I’ve had 861 hits, and only 8 reviews. Grrrrr.

But hey, you didn’t come here to read my moaning, did you? On with the third chapter, I say! :D

Be warned, flamers. I have your HP books and I’m not afraid to use them :-P MWAHAH!!!!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, or quite clearly I wouldn’t be writing this.

Rather a lot goes on in this chapter… you may think I’m rushing, but I’m not. Plenty more story to come. :)

Chapter Three

Harry rushed to the door, but suddenly he found himself on the floor as Moody had put an arm in his way and he’d run right into it. He rubbed his neck and groaned.

“Vigilance, Harry, what if Malfoy and his men are outside that door? Are you just going to open it and make it easier for them?”

“Do Malfoy and his men knock on people’s doors, Professor?” Harry asked, on the verge of breaking into hysterical laughter.

Moody snorted. “Stop calling me Professor,” He replied irritably, “It’s Moody, Alastor or Mad-Eye.”

“Okay, okay” Harry said, and he walked up to the door. “Who is it?”

“Me,” came a girl’s voice that Harry recognized instantly, “So let me in, I’ve been standing out here for at least five minutes.”

Harry turned the knob and opened the door, to see Hermione standing before him.

“Harry!” She squealed, running right into him and giving him a hug that Mrs. Weasley would envy.

Harry coughed. “Are you trying to strangle me, Hermione?” He asked, laughing.

“She could be,” Ron’s voice said as he trudged slowly down the stairs, who promptly froze at the sight of Hermione getting up off of a messed up Harry. Ron seemed to think incoherently for a moment before recollecting his composure and saying “How was your holiday in France, Hermione?”

“Good,” Hermione replied, grinning, “Probably because my parents didn’t force me to go skiing this time.”

Harry laughed. “What did you do there, then?”

“Sightseeing, mostly,” Hermione sighed, “Which was the boring bit, of course, except maybe going up to the top of ; it was terrifying to look over the edge of it.”

“It could be worse,” Harry said, sniggering madly, “Imagine having to walk up the stairs…”

Hermione grimaced. “Now that doesn’t sound good.”

“Well, if that doesn’t appeal to you,” Harry said, with a wide grin at the look on Ron’s face, “How about those people who did a marathon up the stairs of the ?”

Ron sniggered. “Did you read that out of that muggle Record book?”

“The Guinness Book of World Records” Hermione corrected him.

“Typical Hermione” Ron muttered under his breath so that only Harry heard him.

“Well, if you happen to pick it up again, Hermione,” Harry said innocently, “Do you mind checking if ’s in there?”

Both Ron and Hermione broke out laughing. The voice in Harry’s head sniggered.

“Now you’ve got one damn good point there” The voice said in between laughs.

“Just how would you know that?” Harry asked it irritably.

“Because I can see everything you see, and more, including how you feel about… certain people.”

“Anything wrong, Harry?” Ron asked, to Harry’s extreme irritation. Unknown to Ron he was already holding one conversation.

“No, I’m just thinking about what Snivellus might be like next year when he realizes I’m in his potions class next year.”

Ron failed to stifle a snigger. “You got an ‘O’ in potions, Harry?”

“Yeah”

“You’re in for it, mate,” Ron said, clutching his stomach, “He’ll do you in for forcing your presence onto him for the next two years.”

Noticing that Ron and Hermione had started talking amongst themselves, Harry resumed his conversation with the unknown voice in his head.

“Aha…”

“I know perfectly well I haven’t let anything slip, so don’t give me that”

“Oh yes you have, you don’t know who is”

“What did I just tell you, Harry?”

“That you can see everything I… ah, you win” The voice laughed.

“I always win. You’d do well to remember that.”

“So Harry, how do you intend on staying alive in Snape’s classes?” Ron asked.

“I’ll have to find out, won’t I?” Harry replied. Ron grinned evilly.

“Indeed you will” He replied in the most cocky tone he could muster.

“So,” Harry said, deciding to change the subject, how many OWLs did you get, Ron?”

“Nine,” He said happily, “And Malfoy got seven.” Harry laughed.

”He won’t be happy to learn that he’s been beaten by the Weasel”  Harry emphasized the last word. Ron glared at him and grinned.

“Ask Ron if he knows what Crabbe and Goyle got; expect two or less.”

Harry sniggered. “Ron, do you know how many Crabbe and Goyle got?”

“No,” Ron said eagerly, “How many?”

Harry looked slightly crestfallen. “I don’t know, I thought you might know since your dad works in the Ministry and all.”

“You expect the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office to know people’s OWL results?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Harry replied. “It was just a thought.”

“Harry, did Hermione just say PEOPLE?! She calls Crabbe and Goyle PEOPLE?!”

Harry laughed and clutched his sides to stop himself from falling over.

“What’s so funny?” Hermione asked, confused.

“Nothing,” Harry said between fits of laughter, “Just calling Crabbe and Goyle people strikes me as odd…” Ron sniggered.

“Point taken, mate.” He said, grinning widely. The three were unexpectly interrupted by Harry’s godfather walking into the hallway.

“Molly’s called you three in for dinner already,” Remus said, looking somewhat irritated, “And I think she’s deafened me in the process.” Ron and Hermione laughed, and slowly trudged into the kitchen, unaware of the thin white line that lay in front of their knees. Harry didn’t miss it, so he lagged behind Ron and Hermione, and roared with laughter when they tripped over it and Fred and George banished buckets of mud into their way as they did.

“Ah, that was priceless,” Harry said, “The looks on your faces…”

“Shut up, Harry!” Hermione shrieked, covered in mud, but her giggling gave her away.

Hermione cleaned herself up with a simple flick of her wand and a mutter; Ron didn’t have that kind of prowess and Hermione got him to beg on his knees before she cleaned the mud off him with a flick of her wand. She giggled uncontrollably.

“You know how funny it is when you beg?” She asked.

Ron glared at her, and Harry laughed as the three joined the table for dinner.

“Harry, I think it’s time that I reveal myself”

Harry was genuinely surprised to hear this. “But didn’t you say that it would raise the alarm if anyone knew you were still alive?”

“I forgot something,” The voice said, “If a few mortals know who I am, legilimency will only reveal my presence if I’m being specifically looked for. And also, almost no demons walk on the mortal world nowadays; they think it’s dishonourable.”

“So who are you?” Harry asked,

“My name is Ant, and I’m your brother, Harry”

“WHAT?!”

“You heard me.”

“But the photos of me don’t show you.”

“That’s because whilst I lived in the mortal world I was in hiding. Mum and Dad thought the prophecy might have been centered around me, and they were determined to allow me as much time as possible to gain power. Once Tom and his men came to the house, I realized it was not centered around me.”

“How?”

“I’ll explain that later, if you can’t figure it out”

Harry was completely confused. Did he have a brother? Or should he really be believing what was just a voice in his head?

“I heard that”

Harry sighed heavily. He couldn’t exactly escape a voice in his head. However, his thoughts immediately jumped to the conversation being held at the table, of which the others were completely oblivious to Harry’s look of utter confusion.

“What do you think Albus will do about it, Molly?” Remus asked.

“I don’t know, Remus,” Mrs. Weasley replied, “But still, I wish he would just listen to me on this. Harry isn’t necessarily safe from You-Know-Who at Hogwarts.”

“First of all, Molly, it’s Voldemort, not You-Know-Who”  Remus said irritably, “And secondly, in case you’ve forgotten, I’m his godfather.”

“And in case any of you have forgotten, I’m sitting right here!” Harry shouted angrily, although no one seemed to hear him.

“And you’ve been his godfather for exactly how long, Remus?” Molly retorted coldly.

“Long enough,” He replied angrily. “Molly, his name isn’t Harry Weasley, for Merlin’s sake!”

“It might as well be!”

“Oh, would it now?” Remus asked coldly. “I seem to believe that you aren’t his mother, Molly. I remember you having the same argument with Sirius on that.”

“AND YOU KNOW HIM WELL AFTER BEING HIS GODFATHER FOR FIVE HOURS, DO YOU?” Mrs. Weasley shouted at him. Remus narrowed his eyes; he was rapidly losing his patience.

“No, but do you know him from, what, one summer spent here, and one at Grimmauld place?”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!”  Roared a voice that Harry instantly recognized, although it appeared to have come from the ceiling.

Every adult in the room immediately froze in fear.

After a long silence, Remus spoke. “Aren’t the demons extinct?” He said, failing to keep his calm composure in check.

“Do I sound dead to you, Remus?” The voice asked coldly. Hermione gasped as she realized who this might be. “I don’t seem to think so. Maybe you do, though.”

“N-No” Remus stuttered, clearly petrified of incurring the voice’s wrath.

The voice calmed down considerably.

“There are still millions of us, Remus,” The voice said patiently, “We never became extinct in the first place; one of the Lord Archangels tried to keep the demonic realm concealed from mortals.”

“Ah,” Remus replied.

“Ah indeed,” The voice replied. “And you don’t know who I am, do you?”

“No, who are you?” Hermione asked, finally gathering up the courage to reply to the demon.

“I am Lord Archangel Nailclaw, or to you, my name is Ant; I’m Harry’s brother.”

Everyone in the room gasped in shock.

“But James only had one son,” Remus stated, his voice cracking, “Didn’t he?”

“Remember a certain Kevin Pillbeam, Remus?” Ant asked coolly.

“You don’t mean…”

”Oh yes I do. That was me, in hiding; Mum and Dad thought I was what the prophecy was based upon so they put me into hiding in Hogwarts.”

Remus didn’t move. Apparently he was too confused to say anything.

“But I need you to ensure that my presence doesn’t get out to anyone else,” Ant’s voice said, “Because if even one wrong person finds out… well, it won’t be pretty.”

“Okay, Ant, but answer me one question,” Harry said coolly, “When are you going to be back?”

“As I said, give it five or six weeks. My former fiancé is waiting for me at Hogwarts when I return, luckily for me.”

“Former fiancé?” Harry asked, confused.

“I died one hour before the wedding,” Ant’s voice replied, sighing irritably, “Oh well. Six weeks of waiting and that won’t matter.”

“Who is she, anyway?” Harry asked.

“Tifa Lockheart; she’s one of the two arcane arts teachers that came to teach this year.”

Remus’s eyes grew wide.