Constantine's Heir
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On a job in England, John Constantine meets a little green-eyed boy with an immense aura. He adopts the kid; little did he know that the kid's original name is Harry Potter, neglected twin of Andrew Potter, the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. HPDM.
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Main Relationship Focus: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Angst, Suspense and Friendship
Rating: M for sex, violence and language
Length: Epic
Warning: Dumbledore, Lily and James bashing.
Disclaimer 1: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Warner Bros, Bloomsbury. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Disclaimer 2: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Alan Moore, various publishers including but not limited to Vertigo, DC Comics. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: For the rest of you interested readers, please enjoy my fic! By the way, the Constantine I am using is the movie version.
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Prologue: Heaven and Hell
To some people, the concepts of Heaven and Hell have always been so damned difficult to identify precisely. None of those people has ever been to either place. Such attempts to explain these 'concepts' have generally resulted in a multitude of speculations that different philosophers had personal ideas about.
Opinions but few facts.
Virtually always, with a minimal of actual information to go on, such people's conclusions have always been almost entirely on a personal bias and speculation.
But let me tell you something.
I have been to Hell and nearly into Heaven, so I think I have a pretty damn good idea about what these 'concepts' people are raving about. Most assholes get their 'concepts' from the Bible, from their Churches and however the hell they choose to interpret the passages in a propaganda-filled book.
Let's put it simply: If you are an evil bastard, you most likely will go to Hell where Satan will welcome you with a bunch of alcoholic drinks in a raging Inferno and you would be stuck there for eternity with no hope of getting the peace that you probably originally wanted with you died. That is unless you sort of begged for forgiveness and oh yes, let's not forget this: if you haven't' tried committing suicide before.
Well, you see, yours truly tried that and died but was somehow returned to the land of living without much hope of getting into Heaven where your soul supposedly will be in peace forever.
Can't blame me, I born with a gift, although I would be more inclined, if you would excuse me, to categorize it as a curse, to see demons and angels walking the earth disguised as humans. They can't make a person do anything but they can whisper into your ear and give you an urge to do it.
So, when I was this angst ridden teenager who couldn't understand what the fuck I was seeing, I decided that I had enough of this life and wanted to leave this world by killing himself. Well, if you're this small kid and you keep seeing some damn nasty things, you can't blame the kid for going a little unstable…
However, some dumb son-of-a-bitch saved me from death and now I have to atone for this act of suicide. Don't you see that God hates me? To atone, I was given powers and the task of guarding the earth.
Angels and Demons can't exactly cross over to our plane. So, instead we get what I call half-breeds. The influence peddlers. A single word can give you courage, or turn your favourite pleasure into your worst nightmare. Those with the demon's touch and those part angel, living alongside us. They call it balance.
I call it hypocritical bullshit.
So when a half-breed breaks the roles, I deport their sorry ass straight back to hell. I don't get them at all, but I have been hoping to get enough to ensure my… retirement. In other words, buy my way into Heaven.
Well, I guess there's a plan for all of us. I had to die – twice – just to figure that out. Like the book says, He works His work in mysterious ways. Some people like it, some people don't.
And I think I am one of those people who don't.
Right now, I am currently in England. Checking out a rumor of a demon loose in the Surrey area, posh British arseholes, and God, do I wish for a cigarette… But one lesson is enough; Lucifer's treatment sure is good motivation to keep me off smoking. Gum's a pretty good substitution, once you get over the fact that it is not a cigarette.
When I look around the area, everything seems pretty calm to me, no particular demonic aura and whatnot. Everything looks disgustingly perfect.
But, hey, isn't one of Life's most important lessons to not judge a book by its cover? I walk over to the playground and I was suddenly hit with a feeling of a damned powerful aura. Not demonic but not angelic either.
Shit.
Whoever is the owner of this aura sure is fucking strong and I pray to you God, even though you never listen, that he or she is not a demon. It's coming from the middle of the neighborhood and as I walk closer, the area turned out to be a playground. When I took a look at the playground, I only saw a small kid on the swing with his head bowed down, presumably staring at the ground.
"Hey kid." The boy looked up and holy fucking shit, those eyes are the easily the greenest, most startling eyes I've ever seen. Like they have the power to see into your soul, I blinked and then I realized something.
That kid is the owner of the immense aura I felt from outside the neighborhood.
Holy. Shit.
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This is the revised version.
I hope this makes the story better!
Cheers,
Lex