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With an explosion of Magic larger than any before, a Demonic being comes into existence in the clearing. Different from the Gargoyle that I had first summoned, however, this one was somewhat… humanoid.

He, and it at least looked like a male demon, still had wings, horns, and a pointed tail, all of which I assume they have a habit of maintaining in the mortal world, and his skin too was an unnatural shade of purple. But he had more than a hint of intelligence in his pure black eyes.

After appearing in the clearing, he takes a moment to first look around. As soon as his eyes land on my short form, he looks down, and frowns.

"Runes." He says to himself, annoyed. "I should not have answered your call, Wizard."

So he recognises that I'm a Wizard? I guess my Magic hiding techniques don't work too well on Demons, which means it probably won't work that well on Gods as is. I shall have to keep that in mind.

I look at him, and point out, "The call was open for all Tier III Demons of the Netherlands. If not you, someone else would have accepted the Summons anyway."

The type of summons depends on the amount of Magic I provide from my end, as well as the amount of magic my Summoning spell can sustain. Of course, if a higher Tier demon wants to come, I will not be able to stop them. They'll even be able to stabilise the portal from their end. Which makes what I'm doing all the more riskier.

The demon scoffs then, and as he starts walking around he states, "I do not recognise these symbols of yours. What do they mean?"

I smile to myself at his obvious attempt at stalling, and say, "The inner circle is the spell I used to Summon you. As for the other one, well you should probably recognise it. Even if it will look a little bit different than your regular ones."

The demon scowls, recognising it. "Devil's trap." He says.

I nod once, confirming it.

Taking my silence as a cue, the demon asks, "What do you want then? What have you summoned me for, Wizard?"

I pause a moment, during which he keeps staring at me. Tilting my head, I try to look inside his mind but just like the Gargoyles, this fails as well. The demon narrows his eyes at me, so I say, "I summoned you here for two reasons. The first was to see if Hell was aware of what I was doing. Which clearly, it doesn't."

The calmness he's showing proves that Hell has yet to detect the killings I've committed against their race. Or at least, they've yet to care.

"And the second?" The demon prompts, when I stay silent.

Smiling, I say, "And the second.. I wanted to see how my Magic stands against a true Demon of Hell."

Saying that, I point my fist at him and as he widens his eyes, I shoot a beam of bright blue Magic out of my fist. The beam slams into the demon's chest in the blink of an eye, and explodes with a loud boom that sends an explosion of wind all around. When the smoke thins out, however, the only sign of damage on the demon's skin, is a bit of burnt skin that was around as big as my head.

I.. expected more, to be honest.

This blast of Magic would have blown a hole straight through my head, and a rock as wide as I am tall, and still keep going. And it barely even burnt him. Hell, the only sign of pain on the demon's face is a scowl as his clawed hand gently rubbed around the wound.

Which means.. my Magic Extraction spell will not work with this demon as easily as before. It will still work, but the process will probably be longer, not to forget harder.

Seeing me frown to myself, the demon grins and says, "My turn."

He then points his hands at me, an expression of pure murder on his face. The hands glow a dark shade of red, just the feel of which would have frozen a normal man in fear, and then a beam of magic exits out of both of his hands.

And before it even reaches a metre away from the demon, the colour fizzles out and the spell dissipates.

The demon blinks, shock replacing the murderous look that was showing on his face and turns his palms towards himself to look at them. Scowling once again, he points his palms at me and tries once more, this time with a green coloured spell which has a thick black, shadowy border.

Which also dissipates after it leaves his immediate surroundings.

I let him try a few more times, each one showing the same results, and nod in satisfaction. Of course it worked, Doom designed it after all.

Taking a step forward, I bring his attention to myself, and say, "You only noticed that the Devil's trap was different from a usual one. You never bothered to wonder how. Or why."

"How!? How did you stop me from using my magic?!" The demon yells, taking a step forward and slamming his fist on the barrier that forms between us.

All that he gains, however, is a dry look from me and a black flame on his hand that takes him a second to extinguish, and not before it burns off its pinky finger.

But the goal has been achieved. His eyes have suddenly widened, true fear as well as shock now openly showing. Because now he has realised that I did something that was supposed to be impossible.

"You.. you used Demonic spells! But.. but.. you're not one of ours. I would have known. You're not one of ours!" The demon starts with a shocked whisper, but at the end, he screams it out at me.

"I am not one of your.. Witches, nor of any other Demon. And I will gladly stay that way for the rest of my life. How I used the Hellfire.. Well, it doesn't matter to a dead Demon now, does it?" I say with a small grin. My face turns sombre for a moment, and I say, "This is nothing personal, Demon. Thank you for your Sacrifice."

Before he can even say anything, I point both my palms at him. I focus for barely a few seconds before dark green runes light up around both my wrists, shaped in a circle. The green magic extends out of those rune circles and covers both my hands and extends towards the demon at breakneck speeds, connecting the two of us and illuminating the clearing in the dark of night.

"AAAAA RRRRR!!!!" The demon screams in pain, as my spell starts working slowly, moving to cover the demon's entire body, making it float into the air.

My Magic Extraction spell, the perfected result of the last two months of summoning the lowest grunts of Hell, the Tier IV demons, and taking their Magic for myself.

I keep supplying magic to the spell, and watch as something like a dark purple smoke is pulled out of the demon's body and is gathered at a point just over his heart. Or where I assume his heart is, if his body follows the same rules that a human's does.

Soon, however, the spell speeds up exponentially like it is supposed to, and within half a minute, the demon lies dead on the ground. The purple magic crystal, roughly oval in shape and five centimetres wide at its widest, drops down into the ground right beside it. I myself fell forward to my knees, a bit out of breath at the effort I had to take to kill this demon and take his magic.

Once I've caught my breath, I look at the centre of the Devil's trap and frown when I see the corpse still there. Waving my hand, I pull the crystal towards me, and as soon as it exits the Devil's trap, the corpse of the demon turns to dust and is taken by the winds.

Sighing, I bring out the wooden jewellery box from before and open it. As I see what's inside, I cannot help but smile in pride at what I've achieved in such a short amount of time. 37 crystals, all of them under half centimetre wide at the biggest, were kept inside the box.

Gargoyles, demonic bulls, hellhounds, and even a Hellcat. I've summoned a lot of Hell's Tier IV creatures, with this demon being the first Tier III one, who are capable of Speech. And I've killed them all.

A few of those crystals were even used to power the Devil's trap, which allowed me to imbue Hellfire in the barrier. But the rest.. they were kept inside this Box.

The box was enchanted using Runes, to keep the crystals isolated from not just the outside world, but also one another. It also traps all smells, as well as the rot of the Demonic Magic inside the box, and does not let anything out. At all.

This is not safe, keeping all my crystals in one box. But for now, this will suffice. Besides.. I have just one more to go.

Gathering all my stuff, I walk back to my camp and then teleport directly to my room in Privet Drive.

As soon as I appear inside the room, four lights that were installed within the ceiling, turn on automatically, and I am graced with the vision of beauty that is my room.

The room had changed a lot since I had claimed it from the Dursleys. For starters, the room was bigger from the inside than it is from an outsider's perspective. Almost three times larger in area, in fact, than it once was.

A King sized bed sat in the Northwest corner, since I liked my beds in the corners, with a very comfortable mattress, both of which I had spelled extensively to make my sleep as comfortable as possible. Surrounding my bed is a ring of Runic script, which not only protects me from attacks, both physical and magical, but also warns me if anyone even glances at it.

On the North wall, right beside my bed, was the Bookshelf, which was filled with books, and items that I had stolen from one place or another. The Surrey Public Library, The British Library in London, and even the Manor of old Mr Woolworth, who had died recently and left the house to a son who lived in the States. Most were either history books, fictional novels, or biographies, because I wasn't interested in much else. There were also Journals that I had written myself to document my inventions and discoveries, and even the Knowledge that I had written down from my past life.

Right next to the Shelf was a Wardrobe, in which I store my clothes, as well as my expensive items.

On the east side of the room, was the sole window, and right in front of the window was the study table/workbench. This is where I did all my preparations, all my documentations, and practised my Art. This is where I relearned how to combine Magic with Science.

And the proof of that was all around the room. The four white LEDs that light up the room, the ceiling fan which made the air flow around exactly how I like it, the Telly that I had painstakingly fixed and modified by inventing the technology I was missing, and most importantly, the 12 cameras hidden all around the room, capable of recording both audio and video in very high quality, and with memory storage capacity of over 1 TB. Each.

The first thing I do after appearing inside my room, is keep my backpack in the wardrobe, while keeping the Crystal Box in a Safe inside the wardrobe.

I sit down on my bed, legs spread out, and look at the Telly right in front of me. As soon as I think about it, the Telly turns on, and I am graced with the soft sound of the Late Night News on BBC1, as it starts playing on the telly.

But first, I raise my hand a bit and swipe it through the air. Immediately, the image on the telly shifts, now showing a grid of 4x3 videos, showing the live feed from the Cameras in my room.

"Play the recordings, 23rd September, 1989, 8:15 PM to 9:21 PM." I say loudly.

The Television screen starts emitting light ahead of itself, and a Hologram of 12 different screens surround my bed, each one as big as the Telly screen. I look from one to the next, as they all begin playing simultaneously, and point at camera 5 when I hear something from that screen. Camera 5 was the one closest to the door to my room.

"Boy? Harry? Are you there? Mum!! The Freak's not in!" Dudley's loud voice could be heard from that screen, preceded by a loud knock, making me frown.

A loud hush soon follows, as Petunia harshly whispers, "How many times do I have to tell you, Diddykins?! Don't call him that! He could be just pretending to not be there."

I snort, and mumble to myself, "Wonder what she wanted this late in the night."

The timing on the screen shows 9:01 PM when Dudley came calling for me for some reason. It can't be for dinner, because I had dinner at exactly 8 PM, as always. Well, I'll ask her tomorrow. I'll also have to remind Dudley why his parents leave me alone.

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Around a month later, on the night of Samhain, I stood in the clearing once again, ready to summon my next, and possibly last, demon.

I had prepared a lot more for this summoning than I did the others, considering every outcome that could happen including the appearance of The Hell Lord himself, or even the Sorcerers. But despite the risks, I needed to do this.

Maybe not now, while I'm just 9, but I need to do this someday. And better have the information before I make any further decisions regarding the World of Magic.

Standing in front of the newly drawn Summoning circle, I whisper, "Come forth.. Alastair.."

I stand there staring at the centre of the clearing with a frown on my face, when nothing happens for over a minute. "Did they detect me already?" I ask myself, a bit disheartened.

Sure, I expected someone to notice the Demons that were summoned but never returned, but from my experience no one cares for the Tier IV Demons. I guess they did care when one of the Tier III Demons went missing.

Suddenly, however, dark clouds gather over the night sky, hiding the Hunter's moon from my sights. The clouds gathered so fast that it leaves no doubt in my mind that Magic is at work here. As if to prove me right, the winds start blowing in all directions, and Dark Magic flows with it.

Demonic Magic.

I drop my hands to my sides, and cast a shield spell, forming a transparent spherical shield that surrounds me, protecting me both from the harsh winds, as well as from the Dark Magic.

KARAAAKOOOOM!

A Lightning bolt strikes inside the Summoning spell, momentarily blinding me and forcing me to blink, and between one moment and the next, I find that I'm not alone inside the clearing.

I forcefully bring light back to my eyes, and stare at the Demon in front of me, who looked decidedly different from the demon I'd summoned five weeks earlier.

He wore a cloak, for starters. A dark black cloak, which hung on his shoulders, and a hood that covered his head. The demon was around 8 feet tall, but had a lean build as compared to the Tier III demon's bulky one. He still had wings, horns, and a spiked tail, and the wings went through the cloak. His skin tone was a red that looked like blood, while his eyes.. They were white. Pure white.

He stared at me calmly, his full white eyes locked on mine, as he floated in the air even as his bat-like wings were folded behind him. His hands were folded in front of him, making it seem as if he was relaxed, but I stay vigilant, without dropping my shield, nor my guard.

Slowly, the demon smiles, showing dark yellow teeth with hints of blood and flesh still stuck in them, and whispers with a carrying voice, saying, "Harry… Potter.. the Boy-Who-Lived.."

And I can somehow just hear the hyphens in that.

I look up at him, a bit confused, but stay silent. How does he know my name? And why the fuck is he calling me that? The Boy Who Lived? As in others don't?

"When one of us was Summoned, and then killed by the summoner.. We did not expect it to be a Wizard, least of all... you. I assume you are behind those other killings as well." The demon continues.

I stay silent, not willing to speak yet.

His floating body slowly moves forward, and I see him stop just before the Devil's trap barrier could show itself. He then looks down at the trap, and says, "It is surprising that you know this language of Runes, Wizard. How did you come across it?"

The Demon chuckles, when I stay silent again, and a psionic attack lands on my mind. I scowl, and as I forcefully repel the mental attack, I finally say, "My Mind is a sacred Sanctuary, Demon. The only way someone is getting inside is if I allow it!"

The Demon laughs loudly, and says, "Hah! It seems Wizards have evolved since the last time I came here. To use a Language that we destroyed all traces of a million years ago. To build enough mental resilience to repel an attack by Me! Speak then, Harry Potter! Speak, why have you called Demons of Hell to this mortal Plane! It cannot just be so you can kill us one by one. Even a Wizard cannot be that arrogant, or stupid!"

Again, I feel a mental attack, no doubt to persuade me to answer correctly, and I fight it off just as easily as before.

I look him in the eyes, and say, "Alastair, the Grand Torturer of Hell. I have called you here to make a deal."

The demon chuckles, and says, "You.. know my name. You know what I do. And yet, you still dare to summon me, child? What could possibly possess you to do such a thing? I am guessing that the others you summoned were so you could practise summoning, and killing, demons."

I stay silent again, answering his question just the same. This demon, Alastair, is a lot different to the one before.

Alastair narrows his eyes at me, seeing me stay silent again, and then asks, "What deal do you want to make?"

I nod, and answer, "I have a few questions for you. Answer them.. and I will let you go where you belong."

At that, Alastair laughs loudly, "HAHA! HA! HAHAH! YOU.. YOU'LL LET ME GO?!" Turning suddenly, he slams his fist on the barrier, sending a wave of magic through the Magic absorbing barrier, making me skid backwards a bit, and growls, "You'll.. LET.. me go? You do not LET me do anything, Wizard! You may have killed the weaker Demons you summoned before, but I am leagues above your weak Magics!"

Looking at him seriously, I say, "I deem it different, Demon. All you do in this Clearing is because I allow you to do it. Even that little tantrum of yours was something I Allowed to happen."

The Demon narrows his eyes at me, and as his eyes glow with white flames coming out of them, he raises both hands to point them at me.

Not needing another cue, I raise my both hands up till their level with my head, and swipe with both hands. Immediately, eight iron daggers, all enchanted with another Magic prohibiting Devil's Trap each fly from eight different directions, and stab through the Demon's hands, legs, wings, and his eyes, and get buried straight inside, leaving not even the handle out for him to pull. All at the exact same moment in time.

Alastair, finding himself suddenly blind, yells in pain, as he tries to move his hands towards his eyes. Alas, all his limbs fail to respond to him at once, and he drops down to the ground, no longer floating in the air.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!" Alastair yells, enraged, as he finds himself in constant pain from all over his body.

I keep my shields raised, and as I take a few steps forward, I say, "I have stopped you from seeing, moving, and using your Magic, all at once. Do not bother trying, the weapons were made out of Consecrated iron, and keep a steady flow of Holy Water in you. If I know your anatomy right, you will be unable to move for around 10 minutes, but having felt your dense Magic, I say.. 6 minutes and 37 seconds before your body starts healing you."

Raising my eyes from his bleeding ones, I look at his cloak, and with a single flick of my fingers, summon it towards myself. Pulling it over my body, I smile as it shrinks to fit me, and say, "Nice cloak, Alastair. I'll take this as payment for not immediately taking the deal. As for your pain, that you can consider as payment for trying to attack my mind not once, but twice. Now.. I'll say it again, Alastair. Would you accept my deal, or should I kill you now and Summon the next Keeper of Souls when they are elected?"

Alastair grit his teeth, from the pain or the embarrassment of having lost to a child, I do not know, and asks, "How many? How many questions?"

I shrug, and say, "Just five. Five questions, and I'll send you where you belong."

The demon's head twitches, and belatedly realising that he cannot move his head, he says, "No.. not enough."

I raise an eyebrow, and say, "Alastair, buddy, I don't think you understand the situation you're in. You are in no position to make demands off of me. You. Are. My. Prisoner."

Alastair scoffs, and immediately winces when it hurts him, and says, "I understand perfectly, Wizard. I also understand that the Sorcerers would have sensed me being summoned. And if they find us.. I'll just be exorcised. You, however.. you'll be taken captive or killed for trying to make Deals with a Demon."

Hmm, it must've been prohibited or something. And it must be common knowledge for Alastair to threaten me with it. Or he's just a lying liar.

"Very well. What do you want in return for answering my questions truthfully?" I ask, not bothered in the least.

Alastair smiles, showing me his nasty teeth, and says, "A question for a question, which you will answer truthfully. Also.. I.. want.. that soul fragment that you have on you."

I blink. I blink again, and ask, "The what?"

"The Deal first, Harry Potter." Alastair says, and I don't fail to notice that his voice is a tiny bit less painful than it was just a few moments ago. Guess he got used to the pain of the Holy water earlier than I had calculated.

I nod, and say, "A question for a question, but I will make the decision on the Soul fragment, whatever that is, after you tell me about it. And in return, as I said, I will send you where your kind belongs. Deal?"

Alastair nods back, wincing in pain still, and says, "Deal. Ask your question first.. Wizard."

Taking a second's pause, I ask, "You're the Keeper of Souls in Hell. Are my parents, James and Lily Potter, in Hell?"

Alastair huffs out a laugh, and says, "And here I thought you were different from other humans, Harry. I am truly disappointed. No, your parents' souls do not exist inside Hell. A bit of free information, very few Wizards get taken to our Hell."

I nod, making a note to ask about it soon, and say, "Your turn."

Alastair hums, still lying helplessly on the ground, and asks, "How do you know about my title? Soul Keeper. Even if you call it something else."

I take a pause, and answer, "I have always had an unhealthy interest in Hell and its Hierarchy. The different Kings of Hell, the different beings all calling themselves the True Devil. A few years ago, I managed to peek into Hell. I learned about the title through that chance encounter with the Demonic."

The demon nods in acceptance, so I ask, "Why aren't most Wizarding Souls never taken to your Hell? They cannot all be that nice."

Alastair chuckles a little, and says, "You Wizards. You were created 20,000 years ago by two beings working together. They gave you your Magic, and so, when you die, your souls are claimed by them."

He just purposefully left it vague, didn't he? Fucking dick.

"How do you know this Runic Script? It was lost for Mankind even before I was born. Before the Wizards were created, even." Alastair asks next.

Well, two can play this game.

I dryly answer, "My mother had some books which she left for me when she died."

Alastair frowns, no doubt realising that I had caught on to his vagueness.

"That was two questions each. The third one. Why did you call me the Boy-Who-Lived?" I ask next, noticing once again that his pain has decreased some more.

Alastair laughs loudly, and says, "You don't know! Oh, how precious! You do not know! Your family was attacked by a Wizard when you were younger. The Wizard cast a Killing Curse at both your parents, and even yourself. But where they died.. you survived. Not just that, you managed to somehow kill him, not even the Demons know how. Ergo, the Boy Who Lived."

"When no one else did." I whisper to myself, wondering how that's possible. Something for me to think about once this is over.

I look at Alastair, whose eyes have the daggers sticking out of them, slowly and grossly being pushed out by his body healing itself, as he asks his next question and says, "What are you? You cannot possibly be a normal Wizard, not with what all you can do."

I smile at him thinly, and say, "I am just a Wizard, but I do have other knowledge to help me do these things. My mother's Witchcraft knowledge surely helped a lot."

"What do you know about a Sorcerer named Yao?" I ask, leaving just one question remaining.

The daggers finally come completely out of his eyes, while the other daggers just start poking out of his skin, as Alastair hisses in annoyance, "I know him.. yess! The previous Sorcerer Supreme, of course I know. He died fighting our lord 600 years ago." Blinking his newly healed eyes, Alastair turns to look at me and says, "He.. did not leave any descendants."

I say nothing, and keep staring at him till he finally asks, "How do you know of him, Wizard? I very much doubt that you're a Sorcerer or are in contact with one."

I smirk, and say, "You can say that I have.. seen him in my dreams. How he fights, how he uses Magic. How he taught Magic. I've dreamt it all."

Tilting my head, I say, "Now, tell me everything about this Soul Fragment, and don't forget to tell me why you want it so badly."

"That is not a question, Harry Potter." Alastair warns with a scowl.

I shrug, and say, "If you want the Soul Fragment, and don't deny it, you do, you'll tell me anyway. Besides, this is my last question."

Alastair huffs out a laugh, and says, "You.. you're an interesting Wizard, Harry Potter. Very well. The Soul Fragment you have on you, belongs to the Wizard known as Tom Marvolo Riddle. The man who killed your parents, and failed to kill you. And the reason I want it.. is so that I can use that fragment to finally claim what's rightfully ours."

"He made a deal with you and reneged on it? What was the deal?" I ask, curious.

Alastair starts standing up, the daggers now almost out of his body, and says, "That.. is not your concern, Harry Potter. That is between Tom Riddle, and the Demons. Now, what is your decision? Will you give me the soul fragment willingly, or should I take your soul, and the soul fragment to Hell and reclaim my cloak myself?"

I stare at him, watching as he heals from the injuries right in front of my eyes, and say, "You made a few mistakes today, would you care to know?"

Alastair stops stretching his body, and says, "You will tell me anyway, wouldn't you, you arrogant littly Wizard?"

I smile, and say, "Yes, yes I would. And I prefer 'prideful'. Your first mistake was taking things at face value. You saw my spells falter at the force of your Magic, and got yourself trapped by my daggers. You saw the Witchcraft runes and thought that you could manipulate them from the inside. You saw that I had killed dozens of Weak demons as practice for trapping you, and you thought I wouldn't be ready for you.

"But you see.. Alastair.. Harry Potter never makes a mistake. What you saw.. was what I wanted you to see. Which is, my barriers being weaker than they actually are." I stop speaking, and playing right into my hands, Alastair fires white flames from his eyes, and black flames from his hands, as even his horns light up with the two flames.

The flames, black and white, all slam into the barrier which he had slammed his fists into earlier, and break through it with some effort. A new barrier forms right outside it however, stopping it with no issue whatsoever. This barrier had a soft purple shine to it, and it gave off a distinct sense to its magic.

It was something new for me, something.. higher. Something Divine.

The flames are all sucked right into the barrer and taken underground, without harming a single thing outside it.

As Alastair goggles at the sight, I continue as if I hadn't stopped at all, and say, "But your biggest mistake of all.. was underestimating me."

I then point both my hands at Alastair, and as the green Runes surround my wrist, Alastair yells, "We had a deal, wizard!"

I nod, and as my palms light up with the green magic of my Magic Extraction spell, I say, "And I am fulfilling my end of the bargain. I am sending you where you belong. Wherever Demons go, after they're killed. I suppose you'll find others of your kind there as well. I have killed a fair few like this myself."

And then, my spell shoots towards him. Alastair is still a Tier I Demon, however, and answers back with a blast of Magic of his own. The two beams meet in the middle, right where the newer Barrier of mine is, and unfortunately for me, the Magic of the Demon is a lot, lot, stronger than my own Magic.

Unfortunately for the Demon, however, there is a barrier between us that prevents his attack from even coming close to me. It also absorbs most of the Magic that he's using to defend himself, leaving me just enough of his attack's Magic that I can push it back towards him.

I glance down at the ground, which liquifies, and tilt my head up towards the beam. Suddenly, at my prompt, something jumps out of the ground, and slams into the meeting point of the two Magical attacks.

As soon as the item touches my Magic spell, the power of my spell increases a thousand fold, and pushes Alastair's spell back towards him. Bit by bit, it starts, until suddenly..

"AAAARGH!" Alastair suddenly yells, finding himself surrounded by a green glow that was pulling dark black Magic out of his body in the form of smoke.

Another thunderstorm returns above head, as my spell starts working in pulling the Demon's magic right out of his body. I keep the spell active as I see Alastair keep trying to break free, sending spells everywhere to try and attack me, but each and every attack is absorbed by my Magic extraction spell and taken to the item I had pulled from under the ground.

It takes a while, almost 3 whole minutes, for the last drop of Magic to get sucked out of Alastair's Demonic self, and he drops down on the ground, surprisingly not dead.

I walk towards Alastair's fallen form, as he lays there breathing hard. His skin was flaking already, and he was not long for this world. He knew it, and I knew it. Chips separate from his skin, and fly into the air, as he turns his head to look at me, wearing his cloak as it fits snugly around me.

"How? How?!" Alastair moans from the ground, trying to crawl towards the small metal ingot floating in front of him, barely out of reach, which now contained all his magic, all of his lifeforce, his Essence.

The fact that he's still alive just speaks in favour of his strength of will.

I wave my hand, causing the shiny metal ingot to come towards me, and say, "This.. is something extraordinary, something I still cannot explain what it is. I found it in the Museum of Great Britain, as the head of an Axe found in Benin, Africa. It has.. terrifying storage capacity when it comes to Energy of any kind. Be it flames, or Magic itself. This tiny piece that's barely bigger than my eye just stored your entire Essence, and is still not at full capacity. And as you saw.. the metal has been touched by something Divine."

Shaking my head, I say, "It took just a little bit of tinkering with my Runes for me to turn this simple, albeit wonderful metal, into the Storage cell for your Magic. But well, you're not telling anyone that, because you.. are dead. Thank you for your Sacrifice, Alastair."

And then, I stab my hand forward, a blade of Magic beheading the demon in front of me.

"You.. you will not get away with this. He will find you.. My Lord.. Mephisto.." Alastair's head whispers out, even as his body loses the last remaining vestiges of strength, and turns to dust only to blow away with the wind.

Shaking my head, I say, "Even till your last second you underestimate Harry Potter. You never even noticed, Demon.. that all this time we have not been talking out loud at all. Your last breath was wasted in a failed attempt to summon your Master, when your mouth can't even move.."

And then, I place the new Magic ingot into another jewellery box, and teleport back home, but not before taking a detour through a few other highly popular places. As soon as I disappear from the clearing, Hellfire erupts all around it, destroying any signs of my Magic.

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"Master Mary!" A familiar voice makes Mary turn her head back, and sigh in relief when she sees the Sorcerer Supreme behind her. "What is happening here?"

Master Mary, the Master of the London Sanctum, turns back to her spell that was snuffing the Dark Magic of the black flames of Hell, and yells back, "We don't know yet! The London Sanctum got the warning that a Tier 1 Demon was being summoned to the Mortal world in this location. We came here barely a minute later, but a barrier was up, keeping the illusion that nothing was wrong inside of it."

"And they were gone within a minute? Both the Summoner and the Demon?" The Ancient One asks, frowning as she joins the group in snuffing the flames out, and within a couple seconds the entire Clearing is completely free of flames.

Sighing, Master Mary dusts her hands, and grimly says, "No, Sorcerer Supreme. The barrier was.. It was nothing like we've ever seen before, Master. There were hints of Witchcraft, as well as of Wizardry, but it was completely different from anything we've seen in either of those Schools. It took us 15 whole minutes before we managed to break it. Alas, we realised too late that the barriers were keeping this Hellfire from running wild outside of it. And when we disabled the barrier…"

"The flames got outside. Did we lose anyone to the flames?" The Ancient One says, as she observes the damage done by the flames.

There were many trees still standing, but they all were charred, with leaves either completely missing, or charred badly.

Master Mary shakes her head, and says, "Thankfully, no. We erected another barrier immediately, to stop the flames from spreading and began the process of snuffing it out. If you hadn't come just now, it would have taken us a few more minutes to get rid of the Fire completely, so.. many thanks, Sorcerer Supreme."

The Ancient One nods her head, once, and looks around. Frowning a bit, she turns her head from one spot to another, and says, "There's something here.. buried underground. Something Demonic."

Saying that, she flicks her hand and suddenly, the ground shakes as 8 tiny crystals, each one a different colour, are pulled out of the ground, sending dirt flying into the air. The crystals float in front of her, as she observes them with narrowed eyes.

"Ugh, the smell." Master Mary complains, pinching her nose close. "What the Hell are those things?"

The Sorcerer Supreme hums, and says, "This, my dear, is the Essence of a Demon. Each crystal here is the essence of an individual demon from Hell. They were powering the barriers around this piece of land, as well, I assume, as something else in here, in this Clearing."

"What does it mean, Master? How can the Essence of a Demon be here, in this Crystal?" Master Mary asks, confused.

None of her studies had shown something like this to be possible.

The Sorcerer Supreme makes a few hand gestures, making the crystals disappear from sight in a spark of orange, and says, "That.. is not the important question. Someone took the efforts to summon eight Demons, and take their essence from them just to power the barrier. Did they lose their life in the Hellfire? Or were they the cause of it? If they survived, why leave these Crystals here to hold the barrier? Was it just to keep the flames contained? Or was it something else."

Master Mary couldn't help but feel a shiver running through her spine, as she says, "If they left the Eight Crystals here, how many more could they have? How many more Demons could we have missed being Summoned and killed?"

"And that is the question, isn't it?" The Sorcerer Supreme asks, not expecting an answer. Putting her Sling Ring on, she says, "Purify this land, Master Mary. And see if you can't find some other of these Crystals here as well. I will try to track our culprit. I suppose I will need to consult the Eye of Agamotto to catch our culprit."

And then, after creating a portal by spinning her right hand, the left remaining stable in front of her, the Sorcerer Supreme returns back to Kamar Taj, leaving Master Mary and the other Sorcerers of the London Sanctum to continue with their task.

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In the biggest bedroom of Number Four, Privet Drive, I turn the TV off, after seeing the conversation going on in the clearing. I sat in my chair, thinking over everything I have just heard them talk about.

The Eye of Agamotto.

Of course, I know it. I was wearing it when I died. One of the signs of being named Sorcerer Supreme was the Eye, along with the Cloak of Levitation which I had not seen in the female Sorcerer Supreme's presence, was what Master Yao had gifted me with when we were ready to face Mephisto in his Hell.

It had a large Deposit of Magical energy, as far as I remember, allowing me to fight Dormammu for days on end even after having just fought my way out of Hell. It could also see the Truth of anything, and see the past events if a Sorcerer is capable enough in its use, which I was not when I died.

I just hope that all I've done to prevent any Scrying Sorcerers, or Demons from seeing me for who I am, actually works.

Even if someone manages to break through the spells actually hiding me from their sights, they should not be able to see my face, or hear anything going on in the clearing thanks to my last trick on Alastair. Or so my calculations tell me it will, on normal beings.

The Sorcerer Supreme is far from normal, however, and I suppose I will find out for sure in a few days at most.

Although.. I wonder if the Eye of Agamotto that I used, and the Eye that the Sorcerer Supreme of this World is going to consult, are the same things. After all, the Sorcery of this world is far, far different from the one I had mastered.

No long incantations forcefully rhymed, no glowing hands with beams of Magic flying everywhere. It was.. something I will have to decide on once I actually get around to learning it. Because there is no way in Hell I am not learning the Sorcery of this world, and Mastering it just as well as I will my own World's Sorcery. As soon as the threat of the Sorcerer Supreme is negated.

But I have something far more important than the Sorcerer Supreme to worry about. There is a Soul Fragment on my being, and I can harbour a guess as to exactly where it is. The only thing that the Wizard known as Tom Riddle left me, when he failed to kill me.

My Lightning bolt scar.

A remnant of my parents' killer, stuck in my forehead. A piece of his Soul. The only subject which has even less pieces of information than the bloody nation of Latveria.

I suppose a visit to this Wizarding World is finally due.

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