Chapter 2, Harry meets a new friend
Hey, just to let you know, sentences begining and ending with "" will be Naamah speaking. Also, because of my lack of knowledge of the Dresden Files, I'm assuming that some of the demons call their hosts beloved. If i'm wrong, then I apologise, but even so I won't be changing anything. Also, there will be a few other groups (The Forsaken Werewolves) so it ties in with the wizarding world.
The Chapter will also mainly be a description of the creatures and organizations that exist in the world, so if you don't want to read it, don't.
Suddenly, just as the coin burnt it's way into Harry's brain, it stopped and a terrible screaming seemed to erupt from the brain as it was repulsed out of Harry, burning it's way out of his skin. Naamah had just been burnt heavily by what appeared to be a shield surrounding him. It was clearly ancient magic, having been brought up by a powerful emotion at the time of that person's death.
But even though Naamah had been repulsed, she had still left enough of her essence in Harry to talk to him. And even perhaps get him to accept her into his body. Suddenly, feeling him stir, she used her limited powers and levitated the coin into Harry's hand.
Harry groaned as he awoke from what felt like a terrible nightmare. He remembered nothing but a searing pain, almost to painful to feel, yet all the same was still there. What tricks had Voldemort done this time to him? Had he accessed him through his scar? Harry rubbed it absentmindedly.
"Actually, beloved, that wasn't Voldemort."
Harry cried out in shock as he heard a voice in his head. Voldemort was in his head!
"Did you just purposely ignore me, beloved? I just told you that that wasn't Voldemort, does he have a voice of a woman? I agree that he looks the part with his robes, but then again, that can be said for most of the male variety of the Wizarding world." The voice was clearly amused.
'Who the hell are you?' Harry cried out, looking around the alleyway, hoping to see who it was talking to him. His wand was out in his hand, pointing in practically every crook and nanny.
"I've had many names, beloved, but you may call me Naamah."
'Oh yeah, well where the hell are you then, "Naamah"?'
The voice chuckled. "I'm right here."
'Where?'
"In your head."
Harry froze in shock. This wasn't meant to happen, who was this person, this Naamah?
'Um, well, if your in my head, I don't suppose you could get out of my head?'
This time the voice definately had a undertone of great amusement. "I'm afraid not, Beloved, I am bonded to you until either you die or I chose another host to occupy."
'Right...' Harry was going to have to talk to Dumbledore about this, he couldn't afford any distractions while he was engaged in a war with Voldemort.
"There would be very little point in doing so, beloved. Your stuck with me."
'Ok, how the hell did you get in my head anyway? I think I would've remembered something like this.'
"Because my coin, the item that I am possessed in, is currently in your possession."
'What? What bloody coin?'
"Why, the coin that your holding in your hand right now."
Harry looked at his hand that was clenched up, with a heart full of waryness, he opened it slowly, before instantly throwing a coin on the ground, leaping back from it. Maybe that had got rid of the voice.
"Nope, still here."
Bugger.
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After several hours of questioning, Harry had finally found out several things about the voice, or Naamah , as she wanted to be called.
She was a demon, had existed on the earth for countless centuries, was part of 30 demons on the plain and was generally neutral in the powergames that the Demons delighted to take part in amongst themselves and in the Muggle world. Of course, there were plenty of other groups as well. From simple questioning, Harry had found out more about the world that he ever would have from Professor Binn, who Naamah, when she had found out about him and casually dismissed him as a man who was too boring for both heaven and hell, which was why he was a ghost.
To Harry's amazement, he had found out that there were other types of wizards and witches in the world, not just the kind that he had been exposed to. The group that he had been exposed to was a major one, but were generally looked down upon because of their use of wands to use raw magic. "True Wizards", as they termed themselves, used raw magic without the use of any applicants.
They were organized into a group, known as the White Council, which was their main government like the Ministry. They protected everyone, Muggles included, from abusing magic and fought against creatures that wished humanity harm, which they drastically included demons in. Just by looking at him, a member of the White Council, or one of their "army", the Wardens, they would know that he was possessed and would elimate him quickly.
There were two other major groups that were looked down upon by his group of Wizards as well, Werewolves and Vampires, two of the most traditional enemies of wizarding kind, hunted down by both the True Wizards and the Wand Wizards.
There were four major courts of Vampires, all of them made up of different Houses. They were known as the White Court, the Red court, the Black court and the Jade court. Very little was known about the Jade Court, even to Naamah, as they were one of the most secretive courts.
The first court, the White court, were the most human-like group of vampires. And it wasn't just vampires that they included. Also amongst their ranks were Dementors, vampires who had "transcended" to a higher plane of life. Unlike most vampires, they were born a vampire, not created. They were fully human beings until a certain time of maturity where they turned into Vampires. Of course, their major weakness was true love. Humans who had just recently fallen into love were highly resistant to the White court's methods. They were manipulators, not fighters, however, and they liked to avoid outright conflicts.
The Red court were definately not human-like. Instead, they were slimy-bat creatures that hid themselves behind human costumes made of human skin that was used to trick their prety into being comfortable. They were incredibly strong and fast and could shake off any injury quickly. They were vulnerable to sunlight, however, and they could turn humans into vampires.
The Black court was the most well known kind of vampire. They were reanimated bloodthirsty corspes. They were incredibly strong, but they had to sleep in their native soil. They were weak to garlic, objects of faith and sunlight. However, unlike other vampires, the Black Court were able to use magic. Luckily, however, they were the smallest and weakest of the four courts, and so were generally disregarded.
Werewolves, however, were not organized, and generally moved on their own or in small packs. There were four kinds of wolves, the Classic werewolf, the Hexenwolf, the Lycanthrope, Loup-garou and the final group, the Forsaken.
The Classic werewolf was someone who actually used magic to turn themselves into a wolf, although magic generally wasn't needed once you learnt the spell. The mind was unaffected, but the physical body was. Unlike werewolves, they could reassume their natural forms as humans whenever they wished.
A Hexenwolf was a person who used a talisman with powerful magic to transform itself into a huge wolf, and they would become more powerful and larger than a natural wolf, they would possess speed, strength and ferocity. They could be killed with normal weapons, and can be forced to transform back into human form if the talisment was removed from them.
A Lycanthrope was a person who was a natural medium or channel for a spirit filled with rage to possess. They were born with the ability, however, they do not actually transform into a werewolf, but gain it's strength instead. They become more aggressive, stronger and more resistant to pain, injury and sickness.
A Loup-garou was amongst the worst kind of werewolves. They were cursed by someone, usually a powerful sorcerer. At every full moon, they were possessed by a wolflike demon. They became mindless killing machines with supernatural speed, strength and ferocity. They are immune to poison, recover from most injuries almost instantly and are invulnerable to attacks on the mind, such as Legimancy. They can, however, die from weapons made of silver that are inherited from family members.
The final group, the Forsaken, are those generally ignored and attacked on sight in most parts of the world. They transformed every full moon, and were generally unable to control themselves. From the description that Harry received from Naamah, he got the impression that Lupin was amongst those who were termed "Forsaken".
The biggest danger, however, to Demons was not any of those. In fact, they generally got on fine with them. No, it was the legendary Order of the Cross. Three members of the Cross were dedicated to destroying all demons and locking them away for all of eternity. Their swords were made from the three nails of Christ's crucifixion. Anyone who was involved with a demon, host or not, would be declared an enemy of the Cross and would be executed. Harry himself would be named one just because he had been "touched" by one of them.
'So, basically,' Harry said, 'I'm going to be hunted down if I'm ever seen by one of your enemies, right?'
"Correct, and let's face it, at this time you'd be no match for any of them. However, if you accept me into you, I promise to you that I will give you great powers for just a small price."
'And what might you give to me then?'
"You will be able to resist pain, become a immortal and your strength, both physically and magically will greatly expand. Not to mention you will be able to access great treasures of mine that I've had since the start of the very world, all of them greatly outnumber your own account in the Wizarding bank, Gringotts. Actually, I was one of the first people to invest in that bank, something that was a very risky venture in those days, especially after the Great War."
'Well, that sounds really interesting, and useful as well, especially with my prophecy, I assume that you've plundered my mind,' Harry sounded bitter.
"Yes, beloved, I did find the prophecy, and I must say, it sounds like a load of shit to me."
Harry chuckled, 'yeah, I agree with you actually on that point.'
"I do agree, however, with your headmaster on some points. Love is a powerful magic, if outdated greatly, however, in your case I don't sense anything that can help you in a fight against this Voldemort, especially if he is as powerful as he is."
'Well, you're the demon, what is this secret power?'
"Me."
'You?'
"Yes, think about it, The Power that He knows Not", I hardly think that Voldemort will know that you have me with you, let alone the powers that I offer. There are a great many things I can do for you and help you with. Do you really think that the war will end with Voldemort against you? He has a great amount of resources, werewolves, vampires, giants, just to name a few! I have allies who can assist you. The thing you must realise now is that this war is no longer going to be limited to England, or Wizardkind. This is going to involve the True Wizards, the Courts and even my kin. If the war get's bad enough, even the Muggles will intervene, and their weapons are vastly superior to anything we could throw at them. Do you really believe that Voldemort would be able to stand up to a nuclear strike? Or even a bomb? The Wizarding world relies upon stealth and secrecy, without it, well, it will create a huge worldwide war."
"And the pivot of the war rests on your shoulders. It is cruel for a mere boy, still so young, to have been marked and mutilated in his childhood. You have been robbed of so much. And even now, while you were lying in your bed, your thoughts resting on Sirius Black, people have been dying. Voldemort is not resting, he is not staying back, he is leading from the front, creating examples for his people to follow. He has been meeting with people and with creatures, both those of this world and not of this world. Do you honestly believe that the war is limited to you and him?"
"No answer? Of course not, because you know that what I tell you is correct. I do not lie to my hosts, I do not manipulate them, I am straightforward and I tell you what needs to be done. Your headmaster is guilty of all of those things. Do you really believe that everything that has happened to you has happened by coincidence? A small example of that would be during your third year, and when Sirius Black made his first attempt to enter Gryffindor common room. Do you think he didn't know about it? Surely one of your many portraits would have seen him and told the headmaster immediately. You have been led to believe many things, Harry, but are those things correct?"
"Oh yes, he likes you, dare I say even sees you as a grandson to a degree. But has he prepared you? Has he given you extra lessons outside of your normal lessons? Do you know any real spells that are not taught to the average Hogwarts population?"
"No. You haven't."
"But I can do all that. I can train you, I can show you arcane spells that no one alive knows about. I can give you everything. And all but for a small price."
'And that would be?'
"Your soul."
'What?!'
"Harry, let me ask you something. Do you consider yourself above other people?"
'What kind of question is that?'
"Indulge me."
'Of course I don't!'
"So then is your soul being removed really worth the deaths of all those thousands of people who will die in the time it takes to train you, if that even happens?"
Harry became silent, his thoughts pondering what Naamah had just said. Was his soul really worth all of those people's deaths? Hewas foremost a weapon. Harry had long acknowledged that before his fifth year. It was exceedingly obvious what they were talking about when they were mentioning guard duty and a weapon. Oh, the others may have drawn their conclusions that they were talking about the Department of Mysteries, but were they? Harry found it extremely hard to believe that the Unspeakables would've allowed the Order of the Phoenix, a group that hadn't even been acknowledged by the Ministry, to guard the Department. He found it even harder to believe that the Unspeakables would've allowed them anywhere near the Department. After all, who knew what really went on in the Department?
And if he was a weapon, surely the purpose of a weapon was to defeat it's enemy at any cost possible. Was the loss of his soul really worth the deaths of all those people? And if Naamah was right, then wouldn't he be allowed to live for ever? Maybe, just maybe it would be worth it.
He had no choice.
He picked up the coin.
And screamed as the coin suddenly burnt itself into his hand, before disappearing into the depths of his body. He would become the Host.