Author's Note: Okay~! Here we go. I'm excited to see your reactions.

Disclaimer (Dark Side of the Moon): Okay, I haven't done this enough, as I was reminded earlier. I do not own the image! (Although, soon, there will be a new cover made by Light~ which is exciting~!) I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter either, so yeah- the only thing I'm actually the owner of is my pocket lint.

Pain… He could only feel pain…

These strange creatures were familiar with torture previously unknown to the Dark Lord and to his servant. They had been sure to pierce through their very souls along with their shared flesh, making it impossible for the lord to leave his subject's body for an escape. He hardly knew why they were in this situation, and the professor's memory didn't give much insight to what was going on either. All he knew was that some of these damned creatures were Japanese. Quirrell had recognized a few of the different types of demons, but showed no familiarity with them.

He snarled when the sound disappeared- Quirrell had not passed out yet, so why was it so silent?

Sensing Quirrell's terror, he quickly moved into the other man's conscience, now able to see what was going on as well. Demons, more demons, and… a boy. The revelation sent both men's heads reeling. What did the foreign exchange student have to do with these creatures?

Voldemort started calculating, not listening to what sent chills down Quirrell's spine. He had often used magical creatures as subordinates in his war against the filthy mudbloods. If he could get this boy, who seemed to control all of these demons, considering how they fell silent when he came and how they spoke in hushed awe to him, to join forces with him, he could gain a whole new surplus of warriors for the next uprising. He wondered if the boy was a pureblood; Voldemort wasn't too aware of the wizarding bloodlines in other nations, but with the way this boy was acting he could safely assume that no one would mind having him on their side.

Perhaps this boy- this Kiku Honda, as Quirrell recognized him- would become a favorite of the Dark Lord… And if not, all Voldemort had to do was escape and cast an imperius curse on him. He would figure something out- he always did.

He listened to the charges against them carefully, making note of how the creatures acted based on the boy's actions.

"So… Is he the boy that defeated the troll on Halloween?"

"Y-Yes, my lord. He was magically exhausted, and the troll didn't look like it was going to survive the damage done to it."

"Get him to join us, Quirrell. I want a useful wizard like him on our side for the uprising."

"B-But, my lord- he-!"

"Silence! We will escape, just listen to what I have to say. Once we have a chance, just hold him under the imperius curse. I will guide you through what needs to be done for a wandless version."

"Of course, my lord."

Kiku held his head high, watching the man carefully. "If he is not human or demon, then he must be some sort of puppet."

"Exactly, Nihon-sama," one of the lesser demons called out. "There's more than one soul to his body!"

"Silence!" Ren ordered, stopping what was about to be an onslaught of comments from the crowd.

Kiku stepped forward, something sour in his veins. "Professor Quirrell, what is your purpose? Were you looking for the Sorcerer's Stone that day, trying to murder someone at the school, or perhaps both? You may wish to speak- it might help you keep what miserable existence you have left."

The man squirmed in pain, trying to loosen the branches stabbing him to the tree. "I… I was going after the stone… If a student were to die, I wouldn't have cared at all." The professor flinched at his own voice, disturbed by how raw his throat still felt from all of his screams. He knew he needed to buy time for his master…

The Japanese student stepped forward, a frown visible on his face. "How dare you let such a low life troll forget his place." His eyes were unreadable, and, with a shift of his hands, a sword appeared at his side. "You not only created an offense against me, but also against all of the students and staff of Hogwarts, and all members of the clans I belong to. Quirinus Quirrell, I hereby sentence you to death by disembowelment."

A thrilling shriek sounded from the demons around them, ending at several different intervals in cackles and chortles; the demons were obviously pleased with this outcome. They rushed forward to drag the branches away from Quirrell, practically already ripping him apart before his punishment as he collapsed onto the ground.

The ex-professor tried his best to continue breathing, knowing that the unicorn blood would help him out only marginally; it had been too long since he last had some. Quirrell looked up at the boy, pale and bloodied.

"I will give you one offer. You are allowed to kill yourself to maintain whatever amount of honor you have."

The Dark Lord smiled despite the pain. Yes, this boy would be a great pawn in the future. He'd even forgive him for these offenses in the future if he did well. Those blood red eyes held so many possibilities for his cause. "Quirinus, let me speak to the boy."

"Y-Yes, my lord."

The Japanese watched them silently, hearing the quiet voice. His grip on the sword tightened as the professor undid his sad remains of a turban. The stench, unpleasant already from all of the blood and bodily fluids seeping out of wounds, increased. And then he saw it.

A face. Or at least, an attempt at a face.

"Boy, I have an offer for you that you might want to consider," the Dark Lord purred, not allowing any pain to show through his smile. "If you spare me and my vassal, I can promise you power in the next world, a world ruled by our kind."

The ravenette sneered. "I wouldn't serve someone so weak. You have no idea who I am, do you?" He caught a hand movement and stabbed his sword through Quirrell's palm, effectively stopping the motion. "Don't attempt to bewitch me, fool. I am not as easy to handle as my light." He gave a chilling smile. "But here is one thing that you've really managed to piss me off on: only I'm allowed to destroy my light. Anyone else who touches him will suffer my wrath.

"Since it's obvious you don't want to kill yourself, I'll be happy to carry out your judgement."

The Dark Lord's eyes widened in shock as he was forced to turn around, exposing his vassal's stomach, and felt Quirrell collapse in on himself after the blade sliced through skin, organs, and even bone, splattering the ground with various innards. Voldemort shrieked, in the moment wanting nothing more than to get away from the pain, and so he did.

He felt nothing but rage as his soul flung itself out of Quirrell's lifeless form. He arced through the air to his escape, promising revenge.

Kuro frowned. "The damned coward." He turned to look at the rather surprised demons around him. "What? Did you miss me?"

Ren stepped forward, "Kuro…" he held a warning tone in his voice, well aware of what the other was capable of.

"Oh, relax, Ren," he purred, looking his sword over. "Could someone get me a cloth? As much as I enjoy the fact that pathetic grub is dead, I'd rather not look at his stupid blood more than I have to." He glanced at the other demons. "Go ahead and eat his remains, I couldn't care less."

The kitsune held up a black cloth, letting the red-eyed boy take it. "So I take it you are the reason for the sudden disappearance of our Young Master Country."

"He has only himself to blame," Kuro corrected, taking the cloth and wiping the blood off his katana bored with the lack of entertainment. "He's the one who decided to try to get rid of me- although I find this whole thing amusing. He'll only destroy himself in the process." He sneered, dropping the cloth. "He's not even aware I've taken over yet. I swear, what am I to do with him?" he cooed, looking at his reddened hands. "He's given our country a weak name- I plan on changing that."

Kuro looked at the kitsune. "I take it you don't care which of your precious masters you serve?"

Ren remained silent, not meeting his eyes.

"Good. Well then, it's about time I go- Kiku's starting to realize what's happened, and I don't want to weaken myself any more by fighting him. Now, I'd like it if you'd all refrain from any territory wars. Negotiate peacefully with each other- I'm sure you can handle that much. If you start a war with each other, there will be consequences." With a grim smile, the red faded from his eyes.

Kiku shuddered, feeling cold and dizzy. Before he could blink, he felt arms around him, and he realized he was facing the ground. "I… fell?"

Ren pulled him back so he was standing. "That is one thing that's happened today." He stepped back once he was certain the other wouldn't collapse.

Japan looked around, hearing noises of sloppy eating and bones snapping. "Is that… I killed him, didn't I?"

"It was the right thing to do."

"I know, but… I was careless. Kuro got out- so why did he let me take over so easily?" Kiku frowned, debating what to do about this issue. It was too strange to him; Kuro took control so easily, and gave it up even easier. He looked up at the sky, checking how long it would be until sunset.

"I still have time, so is there anything you would like to discuss with me?"

Ren arched a brow. "Do you know what just happened?"

"To an extent… Some things are missing, but I believe I saw most of it." Kiku watched the demons eat quietly. "What was the thing that escaped earlier? Or rather who was it?"

"It was a soul fragment of some sort. Watch out for it in the future. It was some strange human- if you could even call him that."

"He seemed rather interested in having Kuro as an allie…"

Ren frowned. "Yes, he did… Kiku… If I may, I'd like to ask something of you."

Kiku blinked, tearing his eyes away from the frenzied feasting of some of the demons to look at him. "Go ahead, Ren."

The kitsune lowered his head into a bow. "Please do not fight Kuro anymore."

Kiku's eyes narrowed in question. "Are you aware of what he has done? I cannot allow him to cause that much pain ever again." He groaned, feeling a headache come on.

"I am aware, but we need you to come back with us."

"I am not going back until I learn how to keep him under control. You saw what happened today- I need to practice." He frowned. "I will settle any disputes during my time here at Hogwarts. I will continue meeting all of you here, but I am not going back to Japan until my business here is finished."

The yōkai bowed his head. "Of course. I will then ask you to settle the first clash. Several yuki-onna have ended up trespassing during a blizzard. They ended up in tengu territory during the confusion, and froze the daitengu's son."

Kiku nodded. "I see. Are there representatives here that I may talk to?"

"Of course, follow me."

Ahahaha~

It was a little anticlimactic towards the end, but hey, I can't always leave y'all on the edge of a cliffhanger.

R&R!

(On a side note, I just realized that I killed a character off on Easter... Uh, Happy Easter?)

~Dark Side of the Moon