I received my first flame on this story, and since this person was too much of a coward to sign in themselves, I’m going to reply to it on here.

Wow.. this has to be the most cheesy of cheesy stories ive ever read.. most authors at least TRY and invent new spells, (I guess they missed Most Evil Curses toward the beginning) names, places, items, etc. (The dagger, Harry's wand.)

You havnt managed a single new .. well anything really.. cept maybe that necromancer.. and its familiar. (In addition to the fact that Harry’s a DEMON and not to mention the entire demon realm.) (Oh, and the magical creatures I say in this story, they’re not mine, I found them in a book. Just so you know. Except some of the information about Hellhounds. I made that up myself.)

a spell, spelt backwards is NOT a new spell.. no.. its a spell spelt backwards.. it just means you have a backward mind, (I never liked following the herd anyway. ;) ) more commenly labelling you a retard. (Coming from the person who can’t spell Commonly and labeling right) Its chapter 7 and i simply cannot read any more. (It’s not like I forced you to begin with.)

For god sake. come up with some original ideas, instead of ripping off JKRs ideas. (That's why it's called FAN FICTION! Look it up!)

Though I will thank them for making me smile, I found it funny actually. Next time, if you want to insult someone for having a bad story, do it properly.

It’s called the SHIFT button, an APOSTROPHE, CAPITALIZATION and SPELL CHECK. Use them! Otherwise, who the hell would take you seriously?

Now that that’s out of the way, on with the final chapter of Book Two.

Please read and review!

Warning: This is a Dark Harry fic so if you don't like, then don't read.

I don't own Harry Potter, or any other characters that don't belong to me.

“Talking”

Thinking/Harry mind speaking/Vyxis mind speaking

“Parseltongue”

“Demon language” “Nomed egaugnal”

Book Titles

Chapter Seventeen

In a flash, Vyxis was up and had stunning them with his magic. He towered over Vlad. “You just had to go and mess up my fun didn’t you? Did you really have to see his memories?” Vyxis smiled. “Not that it matters at the moment. As you can see, the blood faze has begun.” He bent down to his level. “Didn’t you know? It was this month, one day out of ten years where I have free reign.” He looked toward the door. “I suppose it’s time for me to go. I have humans to drain.”

After he disguised himself as Harry, he went through the door and spelled it shut behind him. That should keep them away from me for a while. He headed toward the great hall.

“Potter!” Vyxis turned his head; Ron Weasley was running toward him. “You have to help me!”

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t have to help you Weasel. Leave me be.”

“Potter? What’s wrong with your voice? Never mind! You have to save my sister! She’s been taken by the heir of Slytherin!”

“Why is this of my concern?” He asked. He never did anything for free.

“Please,” he said getting down on his knees. “I’ll do anything.”

That stopped him from leaving. “Anything…?” He didn’t like how Harry said that, but Ron agreed. Vyxis grabbed his face. “Even give up your soul to me?” He whispered.

Ron gulped, but hesitantly nodded.

Vyxis grinned, he let go of his face and grabbed his hand. He pulled out a dagger -the same dagger that Harry had gotten from Knockturn alley- and slashed a rune onto Ron’s hand. “Your soul belongs to me now. I will retrieve your sister. Go back to your dorm. Tell anyone of this, and I’ll kill you.”Ron ran away from him.

Vyxis headed toward the second floor. “Open.” He hissed at the sink. It widened enough to let him in, sliding down he quickly changed his appearance to his own form. He walked to the same place where he had met the girl from before.

“You never can wait can you?” Vyxis asked. “Is that so hard for you to understand?”

The voice now had a body, though it was still see-through. “You again?” He asked with contempt in his voice. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

Vyxis searched through the girl’s head for information, He would not appear weak in front of him. So his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle hmm? He thought to himself. His power signature is similar to Vodemort’s. Could it be him? I’ve never been wrong about those things before…

“Why should I? You nearly killed my host when he was only one,” Vyxis said after he was done searching.

His eyes narrowed in thought. “That’s not possible. You can’t be Harry Potter.”

For a few moments, he took on Harry’s form, before turning back. Vyxis circled around him with a predatory grin on his face. “Shall I tell you how it happened? How a mere child killed the great Dark Lord Voldemort?

“On that night of Halloween,” Vyxis began. “He came upon a house. Inside the house was a man, a woman, and a seemingly defenseless child. He came in and killed the man, then went to kill the child. The mother of said child would not let him get by easily. He ended up killing her as well. He turned to the child, all of his intentions to kill it. He sent the killing curse upon it, not knowing he was sending the curse at something that could not be killed by such means.

“As a result, the curse cut the child, and rebounded. The Killing curse needs a victim of some form; so naturally, it went to the only living thing in the room at the time. That was the end of the Dark Lord Voldemort, for now at least.”

“But why could he not kill Potter? What makes him any different?” Riddle asked, watching his every move.

“Demon's can only be killed by very few things. The killing curse isn't one of them,” Vyxis simply said.

Riddle narrowed his eyes at him. “He was chosen.”

He nodded. “By Lord Malrk himself.”

“Why not join me? I could give you power you’ve never dreamed of,” Riddle offered him.

Vyxis smirked. “That does sound tempting, but I need the girl, I have a soul to enslave.”

“Then we have a problem,” Riddle hissed.

“Indeed we do,” Vyxis paused. “You can release your hold on the girl and go back into the book, I'll make sure you'll be safe, or you can fight me and die.”

Riddle eyes narrowed in anger “Is that a threat?”

Vyxis’ eyes glowed as the shadows moved around him. “It's a fact.”

Riddle's eyes scanned him. He took a few moments to respond. “I want an oath saying you will not harm me. In return I will leave the girl.”

“I, Vyxis, Harry James Potter's demon magic, swear, that I will not harm Tom Marvolo Riddle's diary in any way, in return, Tom Marvolo Riddle will leave the girl.” He put out his hand. “Deal?”

Riddle shook it. “Deal.”

“So mote it be,” A red aura surrounded them before it turned black and faded away. Riddle went with it. Ginny began to wake up.

She let out a shriek. “Who are you!? Where are we!?” She backed as far away as she could.

Vyxis’ eyes shined. He never said I had to bring her back alive. He came closer to her. Vyxis’ fangs shown as he smirked. “What‘s wrong, little bunny? Afraid of the big, bad, demon?”

Her eye grew wide. She tried to run, only to be tackled by Vyxis. “Sprinting off already?” He took some of her emotions, making her weak. “I haven’t killed you yet.” She let out another scream. Vyxis sighed. “Time to end this.” He took away all her emotions, effectively putting her into a coma. Vyxis picked up her body -along with the diary- and made his way out of the chamber of secrets. Once he came out of the bathroom. He made Ginny and himself disappear.

He took her body to a different bathroom, and dumped her body there. He took out an empty phial, broke it, and slit her wrists with it. He made it look like suicide. Vyxis did not move. Her death would be soon and with one final breath, her heart gave out.

Vyxis turned back into Harry. Now to find a teacher. He had ran, his face pale and frantic. “Professor!” Vyxis called, changing his voice to match Harry’s. “There’s someone bleeding in the girl’s bathroom! I saw blood on the floor!”

“Show me the way Mr. Potter.” McGonagall said, hurrying as fast as she could. When they got there, blood was seeping out the door, Vyxis silently sighed in relief. He had no idea how to explain why he was in the girl’s bathroom. She gasped, quickly casting a diagnosis charm. However, she was too late.

“P-professor? Is she going to be alright?” Vyxis asked.

Once she overcame the shock of it all, she began to speak. “Mr. Potter, please come with me.” She cast another charm to float the body along with them.

She had taken Vyxis to the headmaster, as she went to deal with Ginny.

“Please have a seat, my boy,” Dumbledore said. Reluctantly, he sat down. “Now, why don’t you tell me why you weren’t in your dorm with everyone else?”

“I had missed diner, I wasn’t feeling well earlier, so I went to lay down, after it passed, I got hungry, so I was heading to the kitchens to eat, I saw blood coming out of the bathroom door, so I ran as fast as I could to find a teacher.” He said.

The door suddenly opened. Lucius Malfoy had walked in. A small elf traveled in behind him. “Headmaster.” he said with a cold smile. “I have heard some disturbing news…”

Vyxis tuned him out as he felt the power signature. He held back a threatening growl when he felt it coming from the house elf.

“-should return to your dormitory,” Vyxis heard Dumbledore say, he rose out of the chair. “And Harry? It would be best not to mention this incident just yet.” Vyxis nodded and left. He stood waiting a little farther up, when Lucius Malfoy crossed his path.

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Mr. Potter, a pleasure seeing you again.” He said, ignoring the house elf’s stumbling.

His eyes flickered to the house elf. “You should keep things like that on a short leash, who knows what trouble it could lead to?”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said frowning, he turned to leave.

“Oh, and Lucius?” Vyxis said, using his own body and voice. He tossed the diary to him. “Keep this safe for me will you? I’m sure your master doesn’t want it destroyed.” Lucius blinked confusingly at him, while Vyxis just walked away.

Knowing that the blood faze was almost over, Vyxis, regretfully, went back.

“Stupefy!” He was paralyzed. Sylia came in his field of vision. “What did you do with Harry?”

Vyxis gained control of his head. “You think I would spill my guts to you?”

“No, but you will to Vlad.” She stated.

He smirked. “Harry’s pet snake? What’s he going to do, bite me? Keep in mind, girl, that what ever happens to me, happens to Harry.”

Vlad entered his vision. “What the hell are you?” He hissed. “You shouldn’t even exist.” Vyxis said nothing. “Fine. If you won’t talk to me, I’ll summon Malrk.” Vyxis responded with a low threatening growl.

After making a rune on the ground with his own blood, he called out, “Malrk, drol fo eht tsrif level, I nommus uoy!”

All lights flickered out, leaving the room in a suffocating darkness. A thump sounded where the rune was made. “Why did you summon me Siladalv?”A figure growled. “I have no time for social calls.”

“If only it was just that. Something’s wrong with your heir. It seems he has two personalities.”

Malrk’s green eyes landed on Vyxis, who was laying on the floor, his black feathered wings twitched in anger. “I know,” he said. “He was like that when I found him.”

“When you found him? Weren’t you supposed to meet him when he first arrived?” Vlad asked.

“T‘nod. Uoy. Erad.” Vyxis growled in his native language. “Ruo tsap si ruo nwo. Fi uoy llet meht gnihtyna, ll’I raet ruoy daeh morf ruoy sredluohs!”

Malrk growled right back, his dark red lizard-like tail thrashing. “You may be my heir, but I’m not above discipline. You know who’s more powerful, especially with the moon’s blood faze here.” Vyxis’ red eyes shown bright.

“The moon’s blood-faze?” Sylia asked.

“When a demon’s power is at its highest, for most demons, it means turning into their true form.” Vlad explained. “The answer to my earlier question Malrk?”

Malrk sighed and closed his eyes. “I had not expected him so soon, when I learned of his arrival, I went searching. I had heard he had ran into Ekarus.”

“Ekarus? Him!? How is he still in one piece? Isn’t he known for torture?” Vlad asked. ‘That’s how he lost his wings, wasn’t it?’ He thought to himself.

“He was,” He corrected. “Until Vyxis burned the place to the ground along with everyone in it.”

“Vyxis?” he asked again.

“I heard Harry mention that name before. But he told me it was no one important.” Sylia added in.

The demon lord chuckled. “Vyxis is the being you see before you. He can switch between himself and Harry’s body, though, I am unsure if he can change his form like regular demons.”

Vlad was in shock. “He killed him!?”

“Yes, within his first few years even.”

“How many years was he-?” He said.

“Fifty.” Vyxis spat. “I was alone for fifty years. I didn’t need his help. I was just doing fine on my own. I would have survived.”

Malrk bent down to his level. “You were nothing more than a wild animal when I found you. When Harry regained control, he had no memories of it.”

“He wouldn’t have, I blocked them from him. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it. He’s too weak.” Vyxis said.

“So you’ve been holding Harry’s memories this year as well?” The snake asked.

“Yes.” He hissed. “I would have succeeded too, if you hadn’t interfered.”

“Can’t you get Harry back in control?” Sylia asked.

Malrk nodded. “It’s simple enough.” He stood back up. “It’s just like summoning a demon.” After making the appropriate rune, he said, “Harry James Potter, I nommus uoy!”

Vyxis let out an inhuman screech, as pain traveled through his head. Soon, Harry was back in control, gasping for breath as his body forcefully changed back. “Malrk?” Harry asked tiredly. “What happened?”

Malrk bent down again and picked up his heir, then laid him down on the bed. “Vyxis took control over you again. Siladalv summoned me to help you.” He switched to demon language “You should have told him, my heir. He could have helped you.”

“I doubt it, what could he have done? I didn’t think Vyxis would have been this way. Not here at least.” Harry responded.

“I told you he would cause trouble, I can block him out if you wish, a type of barrier if you will. It won’t stop him from talking to you, but it would stop him from taking control again.” Malrk explained.

Harry nodded warily. “Why am I always so tired?”

“Vyxis uses your demon magic to control you. So naturally, it drains your energy. Now hold still.” He flipped Harry over and began carving a rune into his back. “This rune will keep him at bay, unless you lower your barriers for any reason, it will most likely only take him a second to take control of you again.”

“How does Dumbledore not sense your presence?”

“You think that a wizard would be able to sense a high level demon like myself? He couldn’t even sense Vyxis, let alone me.” He said with a smirk.

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Only someone who truly knows the dark can sense us if we are masking ourselves.” He explained. “Get some rest, I have to leave soon. Who knows what havoc awaits me?”

Harry chuckled lightly before sleep overcame him. “Why did he sleep so quickly?” Sylia asked.

“Besides Vyxis draining his energy, the blood-faze is coming to an end, demons tend to rest along time afterwards, he’ll be asleep for almost a day.” Malrk said. “Siladalv, I must take my leave now, protect my heir with your life, it will be harder for him now, especially with Vyxis. Though, you don’t have to worry about him, when I first found him, I had created a rune from hurting you.”

He was confused slightly but nodded. “I‘ll protect him.” Malrk blinked out of sight.

*Time Skip*

Harry was making his way out of the train station. “Will you be able to come to my home this year? Or do you think Dumbledore’s going to pull some stunt again?” Sylia asked.

“Knowing him? He probably will, I have to confirm anything with Siladalv first. He was wanting to us to go to his castle. I have to put the new hell hounds there.”

“How many have hatched so far?”

“Three, my eyewing hatched too. Yours?”

“I think it’s close to hatching, probably during the first week of summer.”

Harry saw his relatives waiting outside the train station. “I have to go now. Hopefully I’ll see you later?”

Sylia nodded. “Hopefully. Later Harry.” She walked away from him.

Harry got into the car; Siladalv was wrapped around him, in a light doze. Harry wondered what next year would bring.

The End of Chapter Seventeen, Book Two