Harry could only grunt, hoping she took it as an affirmative, as the blonde mother asked him if her precious Draco was still alive and in the castle.
So much pain.
Harry James Potter could now say that the Crutiatus is far from the most painful torture. If he ran into Bellatrix again, he'd probably try to use it. Because coming back to life made him wish he was dead.
His head was pounding as information was shoved into his head. Most of it useless of course. He was a devil now, why did he need to know wizard magic if he now needed imagination and power?
It wasn't completely useless and Cadaer had a point when he told him not to waste free knowledge. Not only would it give inspiration, but the precise nature of wizarding magic would help him enchant objects, create wards, and recognize curses. In Harry's humble opinion, it wasn't worth it.
The pain was so terrible because his transformation into a devil and burgeoning connection to the Deathly Hallows was healing him. If Harry was a more sadistic bastard, he would improve the Crutiatus so it randomly healed, sending spurts of pleasure through the nerves as it shredded its victims with just long enough pauses so the victim could hope it was over before crushing their spirits.
Narcissa's nails digging into his skin didn't help either.
Harry was confident with his new physique. He felt the power of a High-Class devil under his fingertips.
Even if he wasn't dying from the pain he was in though, he didn't want to take on the horde of death eaters surrounding him.
"Yes," he hissed between his teeth. "He's alive."
She whispered some nonsense about saving him before proclaiming to her lord that the Boy-Who-Lived was now the Boy-Who-Died.
Harry had no plans to kill that ponce that always thought of him as a high school rival. Or crush, if you asked certain idiots. The Hufflepuff dorms always had rumors of BL and elicit novels passed through the halls. Fuck Draco, fuck 'slash,' and fuck Tommy boy.
Draco would have killed Katie Bell if he didn't intervene just as he would have released murderers inside a school.
The devil had no desire to kill the blonde either. He practically wet himself while 'ickle Bella was carving tattoos into the arm of his best friend with a dull, cursed knife. Malfoy had a madman in his house and did nothing.
If Harry planned to kill Draco, he would have to kill 95% of Oh-So-Magical Britain as well to stick to a code of morals. If he died, then no skin off his back. If the ferret lived?
That works too. Maybe Malfoy's mum would be his mistress if he gave her immortality and wiped those wrinkles off her face. She would be, oh so, divine.
'What the hell is wrong with me?' Harry thought to himself. Cadaer had told him that becoming a devil would release his inner inhibitions, but is this what he really thought behind his repressed surface thoughts? He always knew he had problems expressing himself, Hermione always nagged his ass off about it, so how could he not know about his problems?
In the end, Harry decided he would get his devil urges under control after he killed Mr. Marvolo.
"The Dark Lord is unkillable, rejoice!"
Something about 'ickle Potter and delusions and crazy, reverent ramblings followed. Bella was pretty impressive in a fight though, maybe if he turned her into a devil as his slave she could be of use. He'd have to get those teeth fixed though. The average Brit may not have the best dental insurance, but Azkaban did a number on those chompers. Then he could put that mouth to good use. 'Errr... I mean, put her wand to good use,' Harry internally corrected himself.
He also thought to himself on why he didn't take advantage of Hermione while they were alone in a tent for so long. They both hurt from Ron's betrayal and needed someone to lean on? Why didn't the do it naked? And then what? Ron comes back and the Golden bloody Trio uses the tried and true Dumbledore Forgiveness TM?
The wizardly devil knew the real answer. It's her nagging. Even if he was expressing himself right, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about Molly Weasley complaining as he shoved his best friend's face into the ground.
Ugh.
Harry shuddered so hard at the thought, that Hagrid paused before he picked him up in a bridal carry. He really did love Hermione. As a sister. A sister that he will try to visit twice a decade and make scattered phone calls every few months or so. The Burrow was a madhouse and he hoped to watch his best friend act as a mother for his other 'best friend.'
Thanks, but no thanks.
The-Boy-Who-Lived felt like a complete loser. Was this his fault? Why was he able to count all of his friends on one hand? Why didn't he ever ask out Tracy Davis? She was cute. So was Susan! And as much as Parkinson talked, he was sure she wouldn't have stopped him if he shoved her into the broom closet. Or he could have tried to sandwich himself between the Carrow twins in his sixth year? They came on to him at one of the Slugclub parties and he brushed them off to stalk Draco while he tried to kill children!
Fuck that! The twins were so close that he had no doubt in his mind they got freaky together. Just like their parents/aunt/uncle did! Who was he to judge? This celebrity wouldn't have cared! He only cared what others thought of him before today!
Sirius would be ashamed! His own father would be ashamed!
Or even male friends? There were plenty of chill 'Claws that went to class. The end. No adventures or drama, they just enjoyed their school experience. That's where he should have gone!
Hagrid doesn't count as a friend here!
In canon, Harry Potter was a real moody bastard, devil Harry won't be.
After Voldemort, he won't be as flippant, but he's coming to grips with suppressed feelings of 17 years.
Authority, himself, friends, and nonexistent sex life. Most importantly, as a fugitive, it was the first time he had FREEDOM. Not locked in a cupboard, a bedroom, a castle, or Burrow.
Harry Potter wasn't abused much, but he was tossed and 'smacked' around.
He never knew what love was and he never cut loose.