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  Category:
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  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle
  Character:
      Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Death_Eater(s),
      Order_of_the_Phoenix_-_Character, Draco_Malfoy, The_Dursleys, Lucius
      Malfoy, Regulus_Black, Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle
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      Tom_Riddle, Dark_Magic, Werewolf, Pact_with_a_demon, English, The_canon
      is_my_enemy, It's_not_a_bad_copy_of_Kuroshitsuji/Black_butler, Dark
      Comedy, Drama, Dark_Character, Complicated_Relationships, Anal_Sex, Rough
      Sex, Underage_Sex, Oral_Sex, Gay_Sex, Everyone_Needs_A_Hug, Harry_Needs_a
      Hug, Sexy_demon, Magic_of_chaos, Demon_Pact
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      Published: 2017-08-13 Updated: 2017-08-18 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1215
****** Dead from the neck up ******
by rosedaldecuervos
Summary
     You have to be very stupid to summon a demon without knowing that you
     are invoking it. Even more when you are nine, you just killed your
     cousin by accident (which may have been not exactly an accident, but
     okay, no one has to know that), and your whole life seems to derail
     before your eyes. Anyway. You are Harry Potter, and everything could
     go from bad to worse.
Notes
     Hi! It's my first fic in English. (And it's a translation).
     I'm really sorry for the spelling, narrative and descriptive errors.
     My mother lenguaje is Spanish (and if you know anything about the
     language, I suggest you go to the original fic).
     Special thanks to RainbowInTempest for correcting some details.
     A kiss and good reading.
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      Dead_from_the_neck_up by (Me in Fanfiction) G. Mauvaise
***** Demon *****
                                                          Dead from the neck up
===============================================================================
                                       1
                                     Demon

"Then…” the boy begun, as he looked curiously at the man. Tall, thin, with
white skin and curly hair as black as the night itself. His eyes,
unrealistically crimson, gleamed like two large drops of blood. “You are a
demon?”

The... demon, nodded. To be a demon, Harry thought, he looked very human.

Harry shrugged.

"Then you will surely want to kill me."

The demon rolled his eyes, as if saying, ‘are you fucking kidding me?’.

Harry snorted.

"Well, if you want to kill me, do it now. Anyway, my uncles will undoubtedly
kill me when they wake up.”

The demon raised a curious eyebrow. Harry proceeded to tell him:

"I have a cousin, Dudley. Or rather had. I do not know. He has nine, too, just
like me. Only a few weeks older. Well, the thing is that I got angry with him
because he broke a picture of my mother, the only one I had left, which I found
in the loft while I was cleaning, and I knew it was my mother because we have
the same eyes, and I got angry, and… I made his head blow up.”

The demon blinked, his eyebrows arching, curious and amused. Harry felt a
slight blush covering his cheeks.

"Okay, I do not know how I made that happen! It was just that, I got angry with
him, and his head began to grow redder and swollier, and I felt a lot of fury,
and a lot of anger, and my cousin started to cry and his eyes burst like a
balloon when you fill it with a lot of water, and then blood flowed from his
ears, and suddenly... BAM! There was Dudley's head, brains, and red things all
over the room. And I was sure that I had made that happen. And... it was
amazing!”

The demon gave a strange smile, which, more than a smile, looked like a
grimace. Their corners rose. It looked like a strange version of a sly grin.

"So-" Harry bit his lip. "I think if you're a demon and you want to kill me,
you should not wait too long. I prefer to die for a demon, which will be one of
the coolest things that will have happened to me in my life, to wriggle days
and days of fever for the scourges on my back with a belt, that will tear my
flesh, fill it with pus, crusts, and that will prevent me from moving,
condemning me to die of infection, starvation, thirst, or perhaps devoured
alive by the rats; in my cupboard there are many. Whatever happens first.”

The demon blinked, as if, with that feeble movement, he was going to understand
what was happening through the head of the little one.

"Hey, demon”, Harry frowned. "Did the cat eat your tongue?"

The demon exposed a long, pointed tongue. It was not mocking or anything like
that, but it was still in his mouth. Harry frowned.

"Then why do you not talk?”.

The demon nodded, seeming to be thinking about the small situation in which
they were: Harry was sitting with his tiny body on his chest, his knees
catching his arms against the ground. His left hand was squeezing his neck
tightly against the asphalt of the alleyway on Magnolia Street (although,
despite his use of force, there seemed to be no pulse under his fingers, no
blood reddening his face). In his right hand, the clever one, a sharp razor
fiddled with some black curls.

At that precise moment, Harry wondered (he really did) which of the two was the
real demon there.

 But then he shrugged. After all, things couldn't get worse, could they? 
***** Pact *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi! I'm back.
     Thanks for the kudos, bookmarks and comments. They really made me
     happy.
     Again, I want to apologize for the grammatical and spelling errors
     that you find. The english isn't my native language.
     Here is the second chapter. I hope you like it.
     xoxo.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                      2

                                      Pact
===============================================================================
"Thank you".

The demon coughed.

"Why?".

"Because you not to killed me, at the exact moment when I let you went."

The demon rolled his eyes.

"Come on, kid. If I really wanted to kill you, I would have done it and you
would not even have felt it. Besides, where's the fun in there?"

Harry looked at him with bright eyes.

"Oh, God, can I hold you? I have never met anyone who shares my own view of the
world."

"Only because you said... God" the demon showed his displeasure his face, "I
will not leave you."

Harry's lips curled into an overly adorable grimace of sadness. But the one in
front of him was a demon, and apparently a well-trained one, because he did not
give in to the face of Harry's beheaded lamb.

"Okay," Harry sighed tragically, "nothing to say the word with 'G' around here.
So, what will you do now?"

The demon examined him slowly. Although he had said he was nine years old, he
looked younger. His eyes were as green as precious stones, hidden slightly
behind hideous and crooked glasses. Her hair looked like a bird's nest. It was
strangely similar to what an angel should look like.

But of course, if he had been able to call him, he wasn't.

"You called me," the demon murmured. Harry shifted from one foot to the other,
not quite sure what to say.

"Emh, huh, okay, I don't remember doing some kind of ritual, or saying some
kind of combined words involving a demonic invocation, which is a strange
thing..."

"You didn't call me with your words," said the demon, "you have called me with
your soul."

"The souls... call?" Harry raised his eyebrows. The demon sighed.

"If they do it. Especially the desperate souls. When a soul is very desperate,
it is torn between several ways. There are several planes in addition to the
physical. The astral plane is something that only mages have access to, so only
mages can invoke demons, although I have heard of some other squib that has
invoked one in the last twelve centuries."

Harry's jaw dropped more and more as the demon continued to speak.

"Wait, wait, with mouth closed you look more pretty." Harry raised his hands.
"Astral plane? Wizards? Squib? What the fuck?"

"Are not you too young to say rudeness?" doubt the demon.

"Oh, burn in Hell." Harry rolled his eyes. "Although I think you come from
there. Very good. I need to know everything I asked you. Without exceptions."

The demon snorted. He was a very bossy kid.

"Very well." He proceeded to explain what an astral plane was, that the
magicians existed, and that a squib was a child of wizards without the ability
to do magic. "Then you are a wizard."

"I'm a wizard!" Shrieked the child, his eyes burning and shining with despair.
"That means I did kill Dudley, using my evil magician super powers! Hell yeah!"


The demon tried to restrain himself. He really tried.

Seconds later, he clung to the brick wall of the garage of one of the identical
houses on Privet Drive, his laughter echoing freely throughout the
neighborhood. Harry watched him laugh with a strange twinge in his chest.

The demon stop laughed with a cynical smile. With that look, the smile still
fresh on his face, tiny wrinkles beneath his eyes, Harry could see that the
demon looked as cool as a human, let alone tenebrous.

 "Are you willing for a pact, kid?"
Chapter End Notes
     Hey! If you like the chapter, or have any question, or comment...
     don't doubts in telling me! ;)
     Thanks everyone for reading. I see you in the next chapter.
End Notes
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