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      Published: 2016-12-23 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3017
****** Wands, Fangs and Claws ******
by ChrisF
Summary
     My Daiyuki Wizard Challenge response: The Potters are descended from
     an Old and Powerful Demon Lord whose gene has long since gone
     dormant. However, one of Harry's near-death encounters forces his
     heritage to manifest READ THE HEADER
Notes
     Title: Wands, Fangs, and Claws
     Author: ChrisF.
     Fandom: Harry Potter
     Rating: Explicit/M
     Disclaimer: If you still think I own Harry Potter, or any fandom in
     this work, Gods help you.
     Authors Notes/Warnings: So I'm starting to hate myself. I can't even
     finish one fan fiction and yet I'm starting another one. Anyhow, just
     a few basic notes - this particular fan fiction is based off of my
     own challenge "Daiyuki Wizard". As such, if you have read any of my
     work you know or should know by now that there will be SLASH, and
     given the nature of the challenge itself probably copious amounts of
     violence. If any of these things make you uncomfortable Turn Away
     Now!
     And before anyone asks, I am not sure about the pairing yet, but I
     can tell you that there will be both a Male and a Female Character
     paired with Harry. Feel free to leave your suggestions as to which
     ones you would prefer in a review.
     Prompt/summary: The Potters are descended form an Old and Powerful
     Demon Lord whose gene has long since gone dormant. However, one of
     Harry's near death encounters forces his heritage to manifest
     Challenge outline:
     Rules:
     Dark or Evil Harry - Dark
     Powerful Harry
     Harry must embrace his Demon Blood
     Anti-Muggle Harry
     Harry must have a Familiar Other than a Phoenix or Snake or Hedwig
     At least 1 Pureblood Family Other than the Malfoys or Blacks must
     Follow Harry
     Harry MUST educate himself on the Nuances and Customs of Magical
     Society
     Guidelines:
     Crossovers – References and brief character cameo
     Harry explores other arts of magic (e.g. Elemental, Necromancy, Blood
     Magic, Runes etc.) - Yes
     Moony instinctively recognizes Harry as his new Alpha - Absolutely,
     He'd pretty much have to
     Harry possesses a Weapon OTHER than his wand - Yes, but I haven't
     decided which one
     Re-sorting – Unlikely, but perhaps
     Master of Death Harry - Unlikely
     Harry acquires and/or Calls in at least 1 life debt owed to him - Yes
     Any Pairings Welcome Except Harry/Hermione or Harry/Ginny
     Slash - Yes
     Harry Faces a force Greater than Voldemort – In a Way
     Slaves – At Least One
     Forbidden:
     Idiot Ron (Hate this with a Passion)
     Harry Turning back to the light
     Harry Siding with Dumbledore or Voldemort
     Harry being weak and/or not wanting to acknowledge his Power
     Harry/Hermione
     Harry/Ginny
See the end of the work for more notes
Date: May 21, 1992 - Two Weeks before The End of Term
Location: Chamber of Secrets
Harry's heart was pounding as he scrambled up the rock face, trying to reach
the basilisk. He was gripping Gryffindor's sword so hard that he swore his hand
was bleeding. Even with the Phoenix's help, it was an impossible task. He was a
twelve-year-old wizard for God sake, how was he supposed to slay a thousand-
year-old serpent?!
Still, he knew that he had no choice. If he didn't stop it then both he and
Ginny would die. We're probably going to die anyway, he thought to himself; but
he summoned up all of his Gryffindor courage and set himself to kill the beast.
It was all for naught, though. Blinded though it was, the basilisk could still
hear him, and when Harry slipped on the slick stone the basilisk whipped its
head around in his direction. He tried to right himself, but the massive
basilisk Whipped its massive tail and struck the stone, shattering it and sent
him flying to the ground.
Harry heard a distinct crack as his body hit the stone floor - the sound of
several ribs shattering on impact. He would have screamed if he were able, but
his breath left him with a 'whoosh' in the same instance. He tried to get up
and move but was unable to do so as fire coursed through his body and he fell
to the ground helplessly.
He looked up through watery tear-filled eyes as the basilisk surrounded him
with its massive body and reared up, bearing its fangs. The next thing he felt
was searing pain as fangs the size of his forearm or bigger pierced his back,
and he arched up in pain, screaming silently as the snake's venom entered his
system, coursing through his veins like a white-hot fire. He had never felt
such pain, not even when he touched Voldemort.
His last thought as his already impaired vision wavered and darkness took him
was, oh God -I'm going to die.
He didn't want to die!
Harry closed his eyes and waited for death, and waited, and waited…
Come to think of it, he thought to himself after several moments. It doesn't
really hurt anymore either. Cautiously, Harry cracked an eye open and looked
around cautiously. What he saw made him gasp in surprise and wonder. What
greeted him was not the cold stone floor of the chamber but the firm, soft
grass of a forest floor. Confused, but encouraged he lifted his head to look
around a bit more at the overgrown copse of trees that surrounded him. He took
a moment to enjoy it, laying his head on the soft ground and listening to the
soft twitter of birds in the distance and inhaling the crisp clean air.
"Pathetic…" A voice broke the calm that had settled over him. Acting without
thinking, Harry forced himself to his feet and spun around to face the source
of the sound. He saw several things in an instant: in front of him,
prominently, was a tree, but not just any tree. This was the biggest tree that
Harry had ever seen, large and lush with its roots extending deep into the
ground. Looking up, Harry could not see the top, but he knew instinctively that
it was the biggest tree in the forest, extending high above the treetops, but
most of all was the power. Magic, Harry could feel it radiating from the tree,
stronger than even the magic he felt at Hogwarts.
The second thing that Harry saw was the man. Well, a corpse would be a more
accurate term. The emaciated corpse of a man in tattered robes with shaggy hair
was sleeping, bound to the tree tightly by vines that extended from the tree
itself as well as the forest floor beneath, with a single arrow that pierced
his heart. And yet, despite this Harry knew that the Raven haired man in the
robes wasn't dead.
As he usually did, without thinking, Harry moved to close the distance between
them intent to help the man. If it had been a less serious situation he
would've laughed. He could just imagine what his friends would say. The voice
of the third, however, stopped him. "I wouldn't do that…"
Sitting at the base of the tree was a lithe figure, with snow white, waist-
length hair and bangs that extended just over his forehead. He wore a white
Japanese style robe with the ends tucked into his boots and red trim on the
arms. Over that, he wore a feudal style armor with large spiked shoulder
guards, and a yellow sash around his waist.
Attached to his hip were two sheathed and dangerous looking swords. Most
prominently, however, was the snow-white pelt over his left shoulder and across
his back. Looking at it, however, Harry thought that it wasn't just a pelt, but
rather looked to be a part of the man.
The warning stayed Harry's hand and he looked upon the other man fully. He was
wholly unremarkable in appearance, youthful but something told Harry that he
was older than he looked. His right cheek had two purple slashes tattooed
across from that Harry had to look twice to see weren't scars. On his forehead,
obscured by his bangs was a faded purple crescent moon tattoo.
He just shook his head in disappointment as he observed Harry. "Pathetic," he
repeated having the boy's attention now. Well, Harry wanted to call it scathing
but something in the man's tone made it even worse than scathing. "To think
that my descendants have fallen so far. I can barely even feel my power in
you."
Descendants, what was he talking about? Harry had no clue what the figure was
talking about, but he knew an insult when he heard one and his hackles rose. He
glared in annoyance. People were always belittling him, and yet they always
expected him to fix their problems. He really hated it. "What are you talking
about," Harry snapped. "Who are you and what is this place?"
"Such insolence, "he responded, but sighed in resignation. He supposed it was
inevitable. It was going to be a long conversation, though. "This one is
Sesshomaru, Inu Diayukai and Lord of the Western lands, and all this, though he
should be obvious, we are in your mind." He leered at Harry as if it was his
fault that he did not know this.
Harry rolled his eyes hearing the title the figure gave himself. He certainly
had the pompous stuck up attitude of one of the pureblood 'Lords', but he
disregarded that in favor of the most important information. Harry was by no
means a prodigy, but he knew enough to understand what he was told. None of
this was real, at least in the physical sense. They were in his mindscape, a
visual representation of his subconscious.
Looking around, Harry had to admit that it was far better than he expected.
Harry nodded in acceptance. "All right, but what is that and why are you here?"
He asked, referring to the title that Sesshomaru had given himself. "Not that
I'm not grateful." He was, the pain was gone certainly, but if this was all in
his head that he was still back in the Chamber of Secrets dying. "I fail to see
how any of this helps."
"In your tongue, the term would be Great Dog Demon, and I am your ancestor."
Simply uttering the words looked as if it pained Sesshomaru, sometimes he hated
the English language. The translation caused Harry to step back cautiously with
wide eyes. "If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead. Not that it matters,
you will be a few moments. My bloodline has truly fallen…"
Harry stopped to think about what he'd been told. He supposed that the demon
was right. And then what Sesshomaru had said truly clicked. "Wait, you're a
demon and my ancestor; does that mean that I am a demon as well?"
Sesshomaru scoffed at Harry. "What you are can barely be called Hanyou let
alone demon. My mongrel brother was more than you are now, but I can change
that… For a price."
Harry eyed Sesshomaru cautiously. "You can save me?" He asked skeptically.
"I can give you the means to save yourself. I can awaken and strengthen my
blood within you."
Harry watched the demon and considered his options. He was tempted, he could
admit that, but making deals with demons was a dodgy process. He didn't need to
go to a magical school to know that. Still, what choice did he really have? He
could make a deal, pay Sesshomaru's Price and possibly die, or he could refuse
and die with certainty.
There really wasn't an option that was there? A nagging part of him, however,
still resisted. "The price?"
Sesshomaru chuckled in response to the question. A rare sight to be sure.
"Nothing so dire boy. I cannot let the last of my lineage die, but you must
accept. All that I ask in return is that you cast off this weakness in you,
stop hiding and be strong be the Lord of the West that you were meant to be!"
It was a simple enough request: stop slacking off, be strong, be powerful. Yet,
Harry bit his lip nervously. Sesshomaru asked much of him. He didn't want to be
at the powerful Boy Who Lived, he didn't want to be famous, but then what
choice did he have? He didn't want to die either, and if you are being honest
with himself he knew that he would never be 'Just Harry'. That ship had sailed
twelve years ago; and in truth, what was he hiding for: for his friends, for
Hermione who always had to be the top of the class, always had to be right, but
always nagged him to apply himself more? For Ron who loved to be in the
spotlight, the best friend who hung on the coattails of his fame?
Okay, so that wasn't strictly fair but still…
"Will there be side effects," he questioned.
Sesshomaru nodded in response. "Yes, but I hardly think they would be bad side
effects," he answered while the eyed the twelve-year-old suffering from
malnutrition. Harry blushed, aware of what the demon was implying. He knew it
was true, he knew it was wrong, he knew it wasn't his fault but it's still
embarrassed him. "Your time is running out, you must make your choice."
Harry considered a moment longer. How bad could it be? Whatever ill side
effects he may suffer then at least he would be alive, and he could deal with
whatever problems arose. "Very well, I accept."
"Then take my hand," Sesshomaru Instructed. Squaring his shoulders and steeling
his resolve Harry extended his hand toward the demon to take. With a feral
grin, Sesshomaru clasped the boy's hand in an iron grip.
First, a golden thread of magic erupted from their clasped hands and twirled
around them. Then Harry's mindscape began to fade being replaced by a bright
white light that became brighter and brighter until it faded entirely at Harry
could see nothing.
"Remember your oath…"
Harry's eyes snapped open and he found himself back in the Chamber of Secrets.
Gone, however, were the piercing emerald eyes that were usually associated with
Harry through his mother. In their place, his eyes shone a crimson red,
reflecting anger and hate.
He took a moment to look around the chamber and gather his bearings. He saw
Ginny where she lie on the chamber floor, the visage of Tom Riddle standing
over her as he watched Harry with a cool smirk on his face as the basilisk
coiled tighter and tighter around Harry, attempting to crush him.
Harry grabbed a hold of the rage that he felt and pushed outward with all his
might. Magic exploded around him, and the basilisk's coils loosened as he
reared back and reward in rage. Harry took the opportunity to land free from
the beast and put some distance between them.
And he felt a rage that he had never felt before, not even when he had faced
Voldemort in its first year. It wasn't so much that he cared for the redhead
girl. No, he barely knew the girl, his anger was directed at the wraith of his
enemy, and the beast before him - the beast that would have killed him.
His fist curled in rage, and his nails morning and sharpened into claws in
response. He leaped at the snake while it moved to strike him. With a speed
that he had not possessed before, Harry dodged the strike and leaped forward,
slashing at the basilisk with his claws. The basilisk roared and slashed at him
in rage that its prey had escaped.
Harry dodged and avoided each strike, digging his claws into its hide for
purchase. He swung around to the basilisk's back, leaving large bloody gashes
in his wake. The beast roared and bucked as it tried to throw him free, but he
refused and continued to climb up its back until he reached its head.
Using one clawed hand to maintain its purchase, he raised the other and
prepared to strike, plunging his arm elbow deep into the basilisk's eye socket.
It roared and thrashed and screeched in pain, trying to dislodge him, but he
dislodged his arm from the basilisk, drawing up a bloody clawed hand, and
struck again, and again until finally the basilisk gave one last roar and
collapsed to the ground dead with a thunderous crash.
It was not elegant or stylish, but none of that mattered to Harry. He was alive
and the basilisk was dead, and that was more than he expected the beginning of
this. Now, however, he had to deal with the cause of this.
He released the serpent and stalked forward toward Tom Riddle, the wraith
watching him with a blank expression, but Harry could see the fear in emanating
from it.
Unknown to Harry, as he moved up purple mist rose up from the wounds in his
back - the basilisk poison neutralized in the face of a stronger poison. "You
know what, I've realized something. "Harry said almost casually on approach.
Harry's tone served its purpose, to infuriate Tom. "And what is that Potter?"
Tom sneered nastily.
"Your weakness," he smirked. "You see, I'm not quite as dumb as everyone seems
to think that I am and I realized something. For there to be a magical transfer
between you and Ginny, as you so kindly told me," he said gesturing toward the
unconscious girl. "Then that means that there would have to be a medium of some
sort, a conduit to facilitate the transfer. Now this medium can be anything,
including the air around us if one is creative enough to use it, but I also
notice that you have been very conscious of this."
Coming to a stop, Harry picked up the old diary that lie at his feet. "That
means that if I destroyed this," he smirked. "Then the connection is broken and
you will cease to be." As Tom shouted and moved to stop him, Harry tossed the
Journal into the air and with a swipe of his bloody claw shredded the Journal.
It happened almost instantly. Tom stopped and doubled over as if he had been
punched, and simultaneously light began to pour from him. First a single stream
then two, then four, then eight and then suddenly with a scream that echoed
through the chamber, the visage of Tom Riddle was flung backward and
disintegrated in a flash of light.
Silence descended and the crimson hue in Harry's eyes faded, returning to
green. With a sigh, Harry walked over to check on the redhead, placing his
fingers on her neck and checking her pulse. It was weak and thready. She was
weak, but that was to be expected after such an ordeal.
With a sigh, Harry kneeled down to pick her up and carried her toward the exit.
As he reached it the shrill sound of Phoenix song made his ears and he winced
ever so slightly. Fawkes came to land not even a foot from the pair and eyed
Harry warily. "I guess that it's the demon blood," he muttered to himself.
"Relax my friend, I mean you no harm." And he didn't, demon blood or not, he
had no quarrel with the Phoenix. He actually liked Fawkes very much. "I just
want to get back to Ron and to get out of here and get Ginny to Madame
Pomfrey."
Fawkes scrutinized him for a moment before taking flight, only to land on
Harry's shoulder. In a burst of Phoenix song and a flash of flame, Harry found
himself and his cargo teleported back to the cave in. Lockhart was being
useless while Ron worked alone to make a hole.
Seeing this, Harry sneered, not at his redhead friend but at Gilderoy Lockhart.
"You useless lump! I should do us all a favor and end you now!" He stalked
forward intent to throttle the man, heedless of Ginny in his arms. Remembering
her, he stopped as a Ron whipped around to face him.
"Harry!" He called out in distress and then saw his sister being carried by his
best friend. "Ginny!" He rushed forward to meet them, checking over his sister
as if merely touching her would make a better. "Is she…" He stopped, unable to
ask if she was dead.
Harry shook his head negatively. "She's weak, we should get her to the hospital
wing, but she'll live. Gather the idiot and grab my arm, Fawkes will get us out
of here."
"Come on you wanker, we're getting out of here." Ron physically pulled Lockhart
toward them and held on tightly to Harry's shoulder.
"Let's go my friend," Harry said to Fawkes, who cried out affirmatively and
then in a flash of flame the Chamber of Secrets was once again empty.
 
End Notes
     And there we have it. What did you guys think?
     As I said, I have no idea for pairing yet, other than the fact that
     it will be an M/M/F Threesome, so please Review and give your ideas
     for pairs
     Having said this, I hope you enjoyed it. And as Always, Blame DZ and
     his forum for yet another fic
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