You Made Me What I Am

Chapter 27: Plans are Reached and Decisions are Made

The next morning Harry had been meditating when Darion stormed in. The Incubus noted that Darion often appeared nude before him as his way of trying threaten him and that today he was riled over something or the other. He was not shocked when he had been forcibly shoved against the wall and his lower half felt another pair of hips ground to his as his neck was then assaulted with a nasty bite sensation before he flared his magic and forced Darion off of him.

"What did you do? What did you do you demonic spawn of hell?" he roared at him in fury

Harry's red-orange eyes met his and his lips quirked into a smirk of victory, "Wouldn't you like to know?" he said with a lace of seductive adrenaline through his fury at his assault as he stood slowly and swayed his body after Darion when he turned his back to him and made to move to the edges of the room to relieve himself.

The necromancer eyed him warily now; knowing the power of the hellfire clan as he did and the powers bestowed upon the Peverell clan through it...there was many ways Harry could have achieved what happened if it was him who did it to begin with. He still wasn't sure he had, but...

The smirk told him he had done something. When the boy had finished and magic had cleansed him, Darion pushed him into the wall again and this time; Harry felt restraints on his magic being placed. Not that they held much power over him...they were still too weak to be of much use to the necromancer. He could have used the Egyptian power suppressant seals and then he may have had time to panic, but no...Darion believed he was superior due to his long lived life already, so of course he didn't think to use them.

Much to Harry's relief he had admitted silently. Darion ground against him and Harry hissed in displeased rage though his body said otherwise.

"I will have my revenge for Selene, you demonic and feral abomination of the earth." He hissed, "You may not have been the one to hurt her directly, but you share the name of those who did and I will wipe you out of my way if I find you have interfered."

"You will be resealed to me and I will fuck you until you give in to my words. That is a threat and a promise I intend to keep because I will not be denied justice for her and what has been done to her." He snarled nastily

Harry's eyes flared in anger, "Over my dead body, Necromancer."

Darion stormed out with the words "That could be arranged if you are so eager to die" and as Harry sat down and calmed himself from once more having his person assaulted by him. Hopefully, he had the strength to continue this due to the magical seals on him.

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It was around noon now, and Harry knew Darion was pissed earlier, so chances were he had no desire to be near him and normally he was not around at this time, so all seemed to be in the clear for his plan to be put into fruition.

Harry sat down and focused his mind on his room at the manor that he had used before mating and moving into Tom's chambers with him. He focused on the armoire and a small journal inside of it.

Inside his mind within the body of his separated incubus half, Harry forced his magic to pull the journal from the closet in the real world from where he was to the writing desk. He was comatose and had no way to use telepathy to help him now, so this was his best chance if it worked.

The journal opened to a blank page and tore the parchment out. The book closed and then ink and quill appeared. If anyone walked in now; it would be as if the quill had been writing of its own accord.

'Tom'

If you read this...this is not a joke or a prank. I am alive, but unable to communicate through telepathy because of my coma-induced state. Though I am ill and won't be alive for long if you don't read this note.