HP : TRIUMPH

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Harry felt the demon's magic…sing was the best word to describe it.

"What was that?" He asked cautiously.

"Demons, no matter how 'cunning and 'evil' we are, are very honourable. We can not break our word if we give a promise of free will."

Harry blinked at this piece of information reminding himself to add it to his notebook.

"Could you tell me more of demons? Harold taught me a lot but he doesn't know the finer details. He leans more to the spirit side of necromancy."

"I have the feeling," The demon smiled, "That you will summon me and many others more then once, so I shall teach you. It would be best if you were ready for any situation. I do not wish you to perish at my brethren's claws. I find myself liking you."

He pat Harry's head and swept for the stairs.

Harry admired the way he walked like he was gliding, his hair barely shifting and his robes swirling silently with him. Then, with a quick glance at Harold to make sure he was fine, he followed the demon. He could tell the demon meant him no harm and had been truthful the entire conversation. He trusted Santinus.

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'This is most interesting." Santinus hummed thoughtfully as he looked Lie over.

Lie gave an angry hiss and hid behind Harry's leg.

"The maker of this must have been quite inteligent. The magic is complex." Santinus said softly.

Then he sighed.

"Theory and knowledge are my area, but I am not the best with practical spell work. My brother is the best at that."

"Your brother?" Harry asked curiously.

"His name Dante. He is my twin." Santinus said with a scowl.

"Would he…would he be adverse to being summoned?" Harry asked curiously.

"Why do you ask?"

"Practice." Harry shrugged.

A small smirk graced the silver haired demon's lips.

"He would not mind. In fact I believe he would be overjoyed. Especially with the advances the non-magic humans have made."

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"Ooh." The demon moaned in pleasure. "This is amazing."

He was practically molesting the whimpering Lie.

"And your non-magicals have come so far." He cooed poking a toaster with his opposite hand.

Harry watched from the table where he was enjoying some soup. The second demon was the exact same height as Santinus and looked similar. His body shape was the same and his skin tone was also the same. His eyes were the same beautiful molten gold flecked with black and hazel and the same small fangs showed when he spoke. His hair though, was what made him different from his brother. His hair was more wavy and was thicker. It was also a dark, dark grey with deep purple highlights.

He also had horns. Large silver horns that came out the sides of his head and as thick as Harry's hand. They curved down, around his ear and back up again to point upwards, tapered at the end. He also had no glasses.

"Why does he have horns?" Harry questioned softly.

"Family trait." Santinus said. "I also have them."

He pulled his glasses off and instantly horns materialized. They were exactly like Dante's, but dark grey in color.

"I have an illusion wound around my glasses." Santinus added as he pulled the glasses back on, horns vanishing again. "When I wear them I can control the illusion over myself to show what I wish. I can change my appearance at will with the use of my illusions."

"Can Dante do illusions?" Harry asked.

"No. he delved into other magiks. He is what you would call…" Santinus paused, looking for the word.

"I'm a Tinkerer." Dante offered cheerfully.

Another difference. Where Santinus was politely happy, he was also always calm. Dante was very cheerful and quite open about it.

"I invent things, tinker with spells, and live to create." Dante said with a crooked grin as she set Lie down.

The tree scuttled over to Harry and rubbed against him for reassurance while hissing at Dante.

"Ah." Harry said slowly.

"Oh please let me stay!" Dante wailed, throwing himself at Harry's feet.

Harry stared in surprise as the man lay across his floor, arms wrapped around his legs.

"I'll be good!" He pleaded with wide eyes. "Please let me stay."

Harry nodded hesitantly and found himself pulled from his seat and flung around in a tight hug.

"Oh thank you Harry." He grinned. "There is so much to invent and learn about now! Where can I stay?"

"I have run out of spare rooms." Harry added hesitantly, "But I can set the attic room up."

"No need!" The demon said cheerfully. "I shall make a room."

He ran off, bounding up the stairs. Harry watched for a moment.

"Can he really make a room?" He asked in concern.

"Yes. He knows how to mould his magic to enlarge a space and make new space appear. He will make a room."

Harry didn't quite understand the dynamics, but he guessed it didn't really matter.

Can I keep this?"

Harry looked up and quickly pulled his laptop away from the curious demon.

"Get your own." He said grouchily.

"Can we go get one now?" The demon asked excitedly.

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Fine. But you need to hide your horns."

"Not my hair or eyes?" Dante asked curiously.

"No. A thing called 'contacts' were invented, which are like glasses that fit right over your eyes so well you can't see them. You can get ones to change eye color. And we have dye that changes hair color into any conceivable color."

"Interesting." Santinus frowned thoughtfully.

Then the silver haired demon flicked a finger at his brother. His horns fazed and then vanished.

"Can we go now?" Dante asked.

Harry sighed but nodded. He grabbed his satchel from the coat hook near the door and grabbed a jacket. He shot a spell at the demon transfiguring his dark purple robes into a pair of black pants and a purple button up shirt.

"Catch."

Harry turned and snatched the thrown item out of the air looking curiously at Santinus. He looked to the item to find himself holding a beautiful diamond.

"That's to pay for what ever he will end up picking out." Santinus said idly, eyes locking on the book in front of him. "Please get me some books also."

Harry tucked the jewel away into the safety of his satchel, reminding himself to take it to Griphook and to keep track of what the demons spent so he could pay back the extra. The diamond would be worth a lot.

He led the excited demon to the garage where he grabbed his helmet from his bike and pulled it on. He tossed a notice-me-not charm on Dante and slid onto his motor bike instructing Dante to get on and hold on. He hoped his charm held as they drove, because a helmet wouldn't fit over Dante's horns and he didn't want to be pulled over by the police. He started his bike ignoring the curious and excited noises of the demon behind him and shot forwards, pulling from the driveway and flying off down the road.

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"Santinus look at this!" Dante blurted out "Bread goes in, you wait a minute, toast comes out! What happened to the bread?!"

Harry couldn't help the snort that escaped as his laughter choked on the apple in his mouth. Santinus rolled his eyes and Dante winked at Harry.

"I'm Home!"

Harry looked up as Loraine's voice rang out. She stepped into the door with a few letters under her arm and a bag. She paused her steps as she spotted the two newcomers. Her eyes fell on Dante's horn and for a full minute she didn't even appear to breathe.

"H-hello." She said shakily.

"Loraine, this is Dante and Santinus. Santinus and Dante are demons." Harry said easily. "Dante, Santinus, this is Loraine, one of my other house-mates."

Dante sent the woman a grin full of pointy teeth while Santinus tilted his head politely. Loraine skittered around them to the stairs and vanished up towards her room.

"Non-magical?" Santinus asked.

"Correct." Harry nodded. "I'd best go get ready and see if Loraine will be joining me."

"For what?" Dante asked.

"There's a neighbourhood barbeque. And we've been invited." Harry smiled. "You can come but you'll have to hide you demon appearances."

The two nodded and Harry headed for his room.

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Harry stepped off the road and onto the grassy ground of the park with sure steps. He headed straight for the large group sitting around ten picnic tables shoved close together, three making a long buffet table. Lawn chairs were scattered about and children played on the small playground. The baseball diamond also had people running around kicking soccer balls and such.

"Harry!"

Harry looked to where George and Katrina were waving and headed over, his house-mates behind him.

"Hello George, Katrina." Harry nodded.

"Who are your friends Harry?" Katrina asked politely.

"You've met Harold." Harry smiled as Harold nodded, "And these are Valentine, Loraine, Dante, and Santinus. House-mates, these are my neighbours George and Katrina."

They exchanged a round of pleasantries and Harry was introduced to few other of his neighbours who all had many questions about 'the person who moved into the old house with the pretty gardens'. Harry answered their questions as the others split off to join conversations, get food, or play games. Harry found his way to the buffet table and laid down the huge plate of pastries he'd brought. The other's had also set down the food he'd made them carry over including a salad, pasta, some potatoes, and a large cake decorated in green and blue flowers.

"Harry, darling, what a wonderful cake."

Harry turned and shot Dorothy a smile.

"And what handsome young men you brought with you. Is one of them your Beau?"

Harry blushed at her smirk and shook his head.

"Harold is my teacher and the rest are just staying at my place for a while."

She chuckled and pat his arm softly as she shuffled to get some food.

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Harry kept his eyes focused on the item, not letting himself even blink. His hands gripped his weapon tightly as he shifted his feet. The item grew closer, and closer.

Bam!

Harry dropped the bat and ran for all it was worth. He slid across the base and hearing the yells of his team to keep going hit second base, third base, and skid across home.

"Safe!"

Harry grinned as he climbed to his feet and brushed the dust off his clothes. His team all pat him on the back and grinned widely at him.

"Next to bat!"

Harry watched as Loraine sashayed over, helmet on and bat in hand.

"I have never played muggle baseball before." Harold grinned. "But it is amusing."

A sharp crack and Loraine was running, skirts flying. Harold waved off the offered helmet held out to him and pulled his top hat on tighter, grabbing a metal bat and headed for the home base. Harry chuckled at the picture he made. He was still dressed in his eighteen century noblemen clothes. Everyone had just accepted that he was a bit off his rocker and didn't ask questions. Harry was more then amused by it.

Dante yelled from outside the diamond that Harold had to get Loraine home and win the game. The two demons had declined joining in the friendly game as they had been concerned they might show off their unnatural agility and strength without meaning to. Valentine had declined for the same reason and was lazily sitting at a table with Dorothy sipping from the tea set the old woman had brought and listening to her stories. Most of those who had not joined the baseball game were sitting in lawn chairs watching the game or at the picnic tables snacking and talking.

Harry himself flopped down on the grass under a tree after excusing himself from the game. A moment later Harold joined him, watching the dying sunlight. For a moment they shared silence. Harry breathed softly enjoying the peace.

"Did you know that you go to bed every night completely exhausted?" Harold asked softly.

Harry blinked and ran the question over in his mind. Now that he did think of it, he did fall into bed completely exhausted every day.

"It's a good kind of exhausted." Harry remarked. "My days are satisfying and I find joy in my life."

Harold snorted. Harry raised a hand and looked at the rings on his fingers idly.

"What was it I once heard?…'Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow'." He smiled

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