It took nearly a week before the harsh reality of his situation to crashing down around him. Harry had stubbornly refused the fact that he was no longer a Wizard and furthermore no longer welcomed in the society that he had saved that same day it all changed. The after effects still echoed in his chest as he casted his glamoured eyes around the office of his late mentor. Here was the one place that he felt comfort in as it had not changed while everything else around him had. He balled his hands into tight fist crumpling the parchment in his hands. The letter along with the vial that contained the memories of Albus had left him in more turmoil than anything else in his miserable life had done.

What had set him apart from the crazed madman that was Voldemort was that Harry wasn't afraid to die. In fact, he relished in the thought that here on this battle field that once made up the great lawn of Hogwarts would be his final resting place. It left him with a warm feeling in his heart. He stared directly into the bright ruby red eyes of Voldemort and passively waiting for the man to give out the curse that would end his life. Harry knew he had to die to stop the man and that had at first left a bitter taste on the back of his tongue but that had long since changed. A few weeks prior to this last stand of sorts, the man had orchestrated a raid at Hogsmeade that had left hundreds of Witches an Wizards dead. Including the one person that against all odds he had come to cherish the most. As he lay dying in Harry's arms he promised that he would get revenge for his fallen lover and put an end to the madness. That was when Albus told him what he had to do before he too succumbed to his own wounds several feet away from him.

"Why do you fight?" Voldemort said in a cruel mocking tone. "You can't win."

"Who says I plan on winning?" Harry countered back at him.

"Are you goading me to kill you, Harry? Where is that fighting spirt that I've grown to know from you? Don't tell me that you have given up. A pity that is."

"Think what you want Tom. Just do what you have come here to do."

At the mention of his given name, Voldemort let out a snarl and screamed out that famed killing curse. Just as Harry predicted he would. As Harry flew backward landing on the spongey blood-stained ground he felt himself floating. It was a peaceful feeling and he made his way towards the comforting soft white glow in front of him.

"Oh Harry. Came a very familiar voice before he could reach its comforting glow. "You can't die yet, there is still much to be done I'm afraid."

"But sir!" Harry cried out. "I've done what I was told to do! Right now, I'm positive that Voldemort is dead. After all I'm the last shard of his soul left and the irony to end all ironies is that he destroyed it himself."

"Even so, Fate has set you on another path. You aren't quit done yet."

With that he was slammed back into his body his chest rose up before falling back down from the force of it. He let out a loud gasping sound as his lungs burned in his chest from lack of oxygen.

"Harry!" Hermione cried out as she landed on his knees beside him tears streaming down his face, no doubt believing that he was dead. "Are you alright?"

"I think so." Harry said mournfully. Hermione choose to ignore her friends tone.

"It's over Harry." Her voice trembled ever so slightly as Harry slowly sat up.

"I know." He said dully as he scanned his eyes around at the rest of the Witches and Wizards who were left standing.

"Harry." Hermione whispered to him as she sucked in a deep breath.

"What is it?"

"You've changed."

"A war will do that to you. Besides I just died, again and came back to life, again. Of course, I'm changed." He said a tab bitterly.

"No that's not what I meant." The rest of her words were drowned out as Ron, with a heavy limp, made his way towards them. A grim look on his blood covered face. His bright blue eyes still gleaming in determination.

"Mate, good job." He said has he held out his hand to lift Harry up from the ground.

"I suppose so." Harry said giving the other a lopsided smile. Something flashed through those bright blue eyes, however. As Ron stood even closer to Harry. Even with all the firelight it still was difficult to see. His eyes grew large in a comical fashion at whatever it was that he was finally able to make out.

"Blimey Mate! You…. You." He faltered on his next words trying to form them together. "You look just like a Demon!" He hissed out.

"A what now?" Harry said in confusion. He brought his hand up and stared down at the skin. His skin didn't magically turn to red nor did he have hooves or a horn. What he did have was an iridescent look to his very pale skin and he frowned as he noticed faint slivery whorls winding up from the back of his hands and disappearing in the hem of his robes. Faintly etched into his skin.

"I…Ron what the hell?" He whispered in fright.

"Worry about it later." Hermione snapped as she pointed her wand at Harry. He instinctively flinched and forced himself to keep his wand pointed downwards. She wasn't his enemy but it was difficult all the same. The icy feeling that spread down the back of his spin down into the furthest reaches of his toes told him of her silent spell she casted.

After that it was a blur of activity. Everyone clamoring to catch sight of him and praise him for what he had done. The spell had been casted on him so often that his lips had begun to have a blue tinge to them and he was not so subtly shivering.

Funerals were arranged, speeches were made, and platitudes were given. It mattered little to Harry. He was weary and only wanted to rest. His mind rolling in circles at what would happen to him next. When he had finally been given the privacy he needed to speak with his two friends, it left him with a hollowed out feeling in his chest. One that caved deeper and deeper as the days worn on.

"So, you said something about demons?" Harry said lowering his glamour and frowned at the slightest of fleches at Ron's reaction to it.

"There's not a lot to go off of." Hermione stated as she rummaged through her bag. "Most of it is myth and legends that hold no facts to them at all. One thing is clear though."

"They roamed the Earth thousands of years ago." Ron stated interrupting the other. "They were terrible beast, worse than anything in the magical world we have now. They brought out nothing but death and destruction wherever they went. Killing anything that got in their way. They were slowly driving both Muggles and Wizards a like to the brink of extinction. So all of the beings magical and human a like came together and created a spell that was meant to kill them all."

"I didn't work, however, because there were far too many of them and only managed to send them off to another plane." Hermione ended for him. Flipping through pages of the slim black book with no title on it. "If you would believe in such things."

"Beedle and the Bard." Harry said in a deadpan tone. "What does that mean for me now?"

"Well we don't really know for sure." Hermione hedged chewing on the bottom of her lips.

"You can't stay here, Harry." Ron said a mournful look on his face. "Even if no one else would believe that you are a demon the fact that you clearly aren't just a Wizard anymore is going to cause a lot of backlash and problems. They may lock you up on the pretense that you could turn into the next Dark Lord. With the fact that you defeated what was believed to be the strongest Dark Lord in history, how would anyone stop you otherwise?"

A cold chill, that had nothing to do with the remnants of the spell casted on him, traveled down his back. Where would he go? All he ever knew was the Magical world and his relatives. Did he truly have no place in the world anymore?

"There is one thing that the book says though. The plane that was created is called Makai. It would be your haven. The last known rumor was that the portal to it is somewhere in Japan."

"Rumor?" Harry said giving out a dark chuckle. "I'm basing everything on a rumor?"

"We've done much worse." Hermione said softly. "It will be fine, I'm sure."

"How can you know that?" Harry said standing up knocking the chair down at his movements.

Before anything else could be said Fawkes, who had disappeared shortly after Dumbledore's death, sudden burst forth from the fire roaring in the firepit.

"Holy shit." Ron cried out as the bird landed promptly on Harry's shoulders.

The majestic bird nuzzled Harry's chin before holding out her leg towards Hermione. With trembling fingers, the Witch unrolled the parchment.

"Dearest Harry, if you are reading this letter than I have no doubt that you must have a great deal of questions with little hopes of gaining any answers. By now Hermione, the cleverest of Witches to grace our great halls, has found a small black book. I implore you to seek out what is described in the book. In my office, you will find memories to aid you. But you must be quick. There are those who may seek out, even as I write this, to kill you. "My Boy, heed me well. Trust no one and keep your head down low. Some do not forget nor do they forgive."

Hermione stared back up at Harry tears swimming in her eyes. A loud thudding noise brought everyone's attention to the door.

"We know you are in there, Potter." A voice cried out. "We have been informed of your change in statues and we need you to come down for questioning."

The three stood in silence. "From the sounds of it there are too many for us to fight off." Ron said brusquely. "That doesn't mean we won't try." He stood up that same determined look on his face as he faced the rapid knocks on the door.

"Fear not my child." A voice whispered out to them. "I will help you to get to the Headmasters chambers."

"Is that the Lady of Hogwarts." Hermione said in awe.

"The Lady of what now?"

"Honestly have you not once picked up Hogwarts, a History?"

"Why should we when we got you?" Harry said a small grin on his face. The stones near the firepit came apart, revealing a secret chamber.

"Looks like not all of Hogwarts was mapped out after all." Ron said impressed.

"Stay safe." Hermione said as she shoved her bag in Harry's arms. "Everything you will need is in there."

"Of course it does." Harry said. He didn't look back as he made his way deep into the passageway, Fawkes lighting up the way for him.

So, he stood there holding on to the vial of memories in his hands wishing that thing would have turned out differently, that the contents didn't show him what his next task was to be. That he wasn't left fighting a war, once more, that this time meant the destruction of all of Earth should he fail. He would have to become one of the very threats to save them all.

"Persistent bastards." He said sourly at the thudding of the office door. He just hoped that this didn't mean that Hermione and Ron were dead.

"Master my former Master left something of grave importance to you." Fawkes whispered deep into his mind.

"More than his memories?"

"Yes. The last of his magic. It is in the top shelf of the bookcase."

Walking over to the mentioned bookcase, he opened up a seemingly innocent box that contained a pair of ruby red crystal earrings.

"Last of his magic, huh." Harry murmured as he placed both in his ears.

"Look like it's time to go, Fawkes" He said looking over at the bird perched on the stand meant for her. The majestic bird nodded her head once before enveloping herself in a bright light and jumping over to Harry. Her light circled around him and settled down in the form of a wool woven necklace that sat snugly at the hollow of his throat.

opposite end of the one the wizards were attempting to come through.

With one hard shove Harry pushed open yet another hidden passage just as the door behind him final was blasted open. He gave the swarm of Wizards a cheeky wave as the wall closed behind him. The last look he got was a swarm of Auror's rushed into the office, wands drawn and angry faces.

With tears in his eyes and a heavy heart, Harry descended through the stairs that would lead out into the Forbidden Forest. But before he stepped out of the walls of Hogwarts four deep voices resonated through his head.

"You have served us well young Harry Potter. For that we thank you and wish you luck in your search for truth and acceptance. But before you go we wish to impart some finale things to you."

"I give to you the Gryffindor sword." Godric Gryffindor said as a heavy weight suddenly rested on Harry's back.

"You already have the ability to commune with snakes so I impart the gift of basilisk poison lacing those wicked claws of yours." Salazar Slytherin said with an amused chuckle.

"To you I give the gift of knowledge to getting to your destination." Ravenclaw said in a scholarly fashion.

"Dumbledore was foolish in telling you not to trust anyone, young Harry. You will find loyalty and love along the way my dear." Hufflepuff said gently.

That was the last he saw of Hogwarts for many years to come.