The Master Of Death Is A Devil - Chapter 21 Bisect Pilfer

Harry looked in the reflection of the mirror and his lightning bolt scar. Valerie had suggested he keep it on his forehead as a reminder of his life. Sure, the scar had a lot of memories, but they weren’t traumatic.

He had always hated it because it was a symbol. A symbol of the man who used to be the Boy-Who-Lived.

When he initially got back from saving Sirius’ life, Valerie started talking about her past and what she had been unable to do while being forced to perform miracles in behalf of her father at the cost of her own health.

It didn’t take long for Harry to bring out the Pensieve that had belonged to the Black family and they started sharing memories one after another.

For the most part, Valerie watched his memories with rapt attention, silently giving her full support.

When he showed his walk to his death, preparing to be a martyr for the Wizarding World, he expected anger, sadness, irritation. Something!

But she said nothing. She just wanted him to continue showing more.

When Harry showed his final confrontation with Voldemort and exited the Pensieve, he closed his eyes, waiting for how she would react to his display.

Instead, she traced out the lightning bolt. In the perfect shape and place where it should be. The place where he used his devil magic to change.

“It’s not only a reminder but a proof. A proof of what a man you are,” she said. “You may have the power to make him look like an ant to you now, but you had him at the edge of your mind, intruding your thoughts as others strung you along. This,” Valerie continued tracing the lightning bolt.

“This is proof,” she said before she kissed him.

He felt raw. There wasn’t a better way to explain it.

And instead of fixing problems, Valerie just gave him more! The woman comes to his bed every night, sucks his blood, does that, then acts like everything is the same as its always been! It’d been driving him mad and only added to his flurry of thoughts.

The scar though, she was right. He would keep the scar light like it had been after he died, but he was Harry Potter. Scars and all.

He was waiting while Valerie was currently getting ready to head over to visit Dudley with him. He had planned to when he got back, but his Queen reminded him of the time difference they had with Britain.

At least devils didn’t require as much sleep as humans to function. His body clock was all over the place these days and it didn’t bother him as it used to while he was on the Horcrux hunt.

Thankfully, he left a teleportation circle at Grimmauld Place. It would only be a bus ride away to get to his cousin’s place.

Too bad he couldn’t fly because of the Fallen and Church presence.

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Dudley Dursley was a normal guy.

His parents lived in a normal house on a normal street with the usual, normal gossip.

Yet, he knew there was more out there.

He didn’t want to be like his mum, he saw what jealously did to her life, but was it wrong to want powers like someone you knew did.

Part of him didn’t blame his mother for how she thought. His days were always exactly the same. Wake up, go to school, come home, repeat. Swap one for work and there’s life. It was so mundane. So boring and unfulfilling.

Then he would think about how she treated his cousin. The cupboard, the chores, and even subtly suggesting he bully Harry more. The whole thing made his stomach twist in itself.

He leaned back on the bench he sat on, puffin on his joint.

It was one of his few pleasures other than the occasional gaming. Stuck in his imagination, wondering what could be out there in the world.

That’s part of why he trained. After the dementors attacked Privet Drive, Dudley could never forget how he felt. He couldn’t use magic and didn’t have superpowers, but he did train himself.

He whined and told his father how afraid he was and he finally put him in an MMA dojo.

And he thrived. He loved the discipline. He loved bettering himself. He loved hoping it could turn to something more.

He took a long drag and exhaled.

Only to open his eyes and see the very cousin that he was thinking of.

And that bird that was with him! Dudley couldn’t even believe she existed! That hair practically sparkled against the sun and her eyes were mesmerizing.

Red eyes.

There’s no way she’s human! Dudley just thought about how hard it was not to hate his cousin, what a lucky bastard!

“Bloody hell, when did you get a Sacred Gear, Big D?”

“A sacred what now?”

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It was embarrassing. There was no way he could do that.

“Don’t worry about it, D. The last guy I helped had to pose like Goku and scream about how he would become the Harem King.”

“Are you serious?” anything to distract him, he couldn’t think of a pose he thought was more powerful!

“Funny bloke, I’ll bring you to meet him sometime. He could really use the training too. I’m kinda surprised though, with all the wizard protections the old goat used to put on Privet Drive, the Fallen never showed up to use you.”

That wasn’t what Dudley wanted to hear. Fine. It was time to shut up and nut up. He turned to face sideways, pointing away from Harry and raised his arm as if carrying a wand.

He saw a crooked grin on his cousin’s face, “The dementors scared the hell out of me too, D. My pose would holding a sword high in the air, nothing to worry about.”

“I’d be sitting on a throne, looking down at the petty fools below me,” Valerie added with a frightening grin.

‘What a winning personality,’ Dudley thought to himself. ‘Better him than me.’

“Your teeth!” he couldn’t help but blurt it out. Dudley quickly shut his mouth and apologized.

“She’s a dhampyr, Dud. She won’t bite though.”

Valerie nodded with Harry, “You at least. I suck Harry every morning and night.”

“In my sleep too? I thought it was just the morning? You think I should stock up on blood replenishing potions?”

“You can do that?!?” the dhampyr yelled as she grabbed onto Harry’s shoulders.

Dudley took the opportunity to pose without the attention on him.

He thought of the cold that froze his thoughts.

The memories of when children picked on him for being fat. When his father told him magic didn’t exist and hit him for the first time. When his mother forced him to watch Harry getting his back cut into by his father’s belt. When he was in a cage with a deadly snake and deserved to be constricted and bitten to death.

Then he thought of the words, it went Expecto Patronum. But it was more than that. The feeling of warmness filled his soul. Made him believe he was capable of anything he put his mind to. He was capable of more, he wouldn’t be a loser.

Pitch black bandages covered his forearms to his hands and wrapped around the bottoms of his fingers, leaving the tips visible. They looked ordinary at first glance, but looking harder at it, one could tell that the frayed edges of the bandages glowed with a slight grey color.

“Bisect Pilfer,” he whispered in quiet awe. It wasn’t a wand. It wasn’t a magical blast. He didn’t know everything about his Sacred Gear, but he knew enough. It was the weapon of someone that looked to all others with power and used it as their own. Used it better than they did.

It wasn’t perfect. He knew it only worked with physical ability. He would never be a wizard, but he didn’t need to be. All he needed was his fists. Dudley Dursley would not be a dud, as his name suggested. He would be more.

“Congrats, D. I knew you got it. Now, I have one last question for you. It’s kind of an experiment, really.”

Dudley felt a chill travel down his spine.

“It will be painful. You will die in the process, but when you come back, you will have regeneration abilities and will be able to use Phoenix fire,” Harry finished.

“What would I need to do?”

“Let me stab you with some of the most lethal poison in the world while a mythical bird cries on the wound.”

Dudley Dursley had seen his greatest fears. He was no quitter. Power for pain, was there even a question?

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“Hey, Petunia!” Harry exclaimed. “Vernon.”

“Boy!” his face went red and he backed up in fear. “What are you doing here? I thought we were done with you and your freakishness?”

And that settled it. Dudley didn’t want his parents to know anything and he didn’t care to lecture them.

“Harry’s helped me find work and a place to live. I’m moving to Japan.”

“What?” Petunia chirped as she ran to hug him. “Duddleykins, what are you talking about? You don’t even speak Japanese. And what about school?”

“Harry room care of it mum, trust me, I’m fine, he got me a scholarship at a good school and… wants to get away from the freakishness.”

He really wasn’t completely fine, that poison still itched in his veins.

As much as he hated to admit it, the promise of free things was all he needed for his father to agree to let him go. His word was law and his mum couldn’t argue about it.