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F15. Mercula x Demon!Reader

Prompt You are a demon and you recently met a young girl with abusive parents. You pity her and decide to teach her what symbol to draw to summon you. You pick up a stick, grab her hand, and show her how its done. It's 3 am , and you have just been summoned to the girls house.

Mercula was finally burring down into the covers of her bed, she was alone. All the other Slytherins had gone home for Christmas. The nights here in the dungeons were dark and cold, with no one else in the house commons it was eerily silent even for 1 am. There was always someone in the common room, whether it was just someone who'd fallen asleep down there it was never silent for soft snores and crackling fires. Except at this time of the night the crackling of the fire sounded more like the crack of a whip, Mercula was in her fourth year at Hogwarts, her fourth year alone in this common room it started to get to much for her. Fear of memories flooded her mind, along with one symbol, it was drawn on her bedroom floor at home. She had sat by it every time her parents had an argument. thinking back she couldn't remember what it was but it brought to mind her friend.

After three more days with no sleep all of her rationality had been driven from her mind. Mercula knelt down beside the fire and reached in. She grabbed a long stick the end still on fire and smothered it in a nearby blanket. She walked over to a porthole window on one of the outer walls, she closed her eyes allowing muscle memory to take over all her sense of the sense of the world around her seemed to melt away. Her eyes didn't open until the stick fell from her hand, it cluttered down onto the floor as she fell on her knees. The world around her came back in a rush as the pain blooming from her split knee pulled her back to reality as if yanking her down into cold water.

There was a bright flash of light followed by the scent of a burning candle wick, the symbol she had drown was surrounded in scorch marks as a figure came into her view.

"who.." Mercula said feeling a slight pounding in her head, she felt as if all the remaining energy had been sapped from her body. It wasn't long before she fell to the ground completely, the only thing that saved her head from the polished wood floor was the soft leather that wrapped around the figure in the form of a top. A voice reached her ears, it spoke in a musical language Mercula couldn't understand but it gave her a strange security, a familiar scent of harsh metals and burning met her nose as she fell into a overdue slumber.

When she awoke she found a thing standing over her bed in the cold morning sun. In her dazed state Mercula saw her father standing above her bed, a whip in his hands and rope to tie her down. Instinctively she curled into a ball attempting to hide anything that could be grabbed and used to move her body into a more vulnerable position. She jumped away as a calloused hand ran softly along her cheek.

"Shh, Abhi, it's me." Somewhere deep in her long term memory Mercula recognised that voice and the pet name. She slowly uncurled her body to see who it belonged to. The 14 year old's purple eyes jumped over the features of the girl sat on her bed. Y/c eyes that shone with concern, Soft pink lips curved slightly as the girl looked at her, y/h/c y/l hair stained red at the ends, y/s/t skin softly glowed with an odd fiery tinge and great arching wings. Feathers stained with all manor of reds and blacks from the fires and blood from whence she had come. The girl herself looked no older than 15 or 16 but her eyes showed many more years of horrible thing she had seen.

Merculoa scrambled under the covers pressing herself against the headboard. "no, no, no, oh ,no no no, this cant be happening," eyes wide, palms on her temples, 'you cant be here! Your not real!" She screamed at the demon sitting on the end of the bed her gaze not wavering but her eyes looked sad. She made no attempt to move closer nor did she go away. The was a hot burning in Mercula's eyes then a burning hot liquid rolled down her cheek, everything inside her was screaming this couldn't be happening. Her stomach had dropped out of her body and her brain was scrambling for some explanation.

The demon stood up looking down at the girl, there was something in her eyes, it wasn't pity nor hatred as Mercula was used to seeing when people regarded her, no this was something else. It was deeper, the sort of look that made Mercula's inside clamp and feel like they were being squeezed and screwed up by something inside her and then pumped out of her body leaving her feeling empty and alone. The creature was hurt! Mercula didn't remember her, it had been so many years.

A/n: I have done as much 11 pm research as a person can but I can't find any record of Mercula's backstory so , I know her parents went to Askaban but other than that I'm making them up. So lets see what kind a tragic backstory I can give her.

When Mercula was 4 the demon found her and taught her a simple symbol, she would come to the small child whenever her dad was acting up or her mother was drinking. All the child had to do was go over to the symbol on the floor and sit inside the small circle, it would summon the demon taking only a small amount of Mercula's energy to do so. It was because the symbol had had already been created, when Mercula was 8 her parent were taken to Askaban and the wizarding world forgot about the small child alone and afraid in the big house. The demon taught her how to draw the symbol using her own energy but it caused her to black out, her brain buried everything it could to do with the demon princess who had vowed to look after this small scared child. With no call pulling her to the child she couldn't visit, unable to leave the hell her own father created for her.

"Abhi, you don't remember me do you?" A shake of the head sent it spinning and Mercula's light brown tuft fell into her face. "Well, do you want me to leave?" Another shake, "Okay, work with me here what do you want?"

"Stay?"

It was more of a question than a statement but the Demon accepted it and moved next to the now more relaxed witch. She knew it would take some time but if her human was willing to let her she would protect the small scarred child.

"Why do you call me Abhi? My name is Mercula." The witch had her spark of curiosity back, it was alight in her violet eyes.

The demon princess chuckled to herself, a soft sound but sharp all the same. "Abhi means Fearless"

"I'm hardly fearless.."

"No you are, you were a 4 year old when you welcomed a demon, and not just any demon The Princess Of Darkness to have a tea party, that is pretty fearless to me, Abhi." The demon had her arm around Mercula's shoulders, she gave the little witch a squeeze. "You would wait until it was actually starting to get near dangerous before you would call me, you always said you didn't want to annoy me, as if you could. I always looked forward to you calls, Abhi, it broke me when you stopped calling me. I thought they were going to take you away that's why I taught you the symbol but instead I took you away from myself."

Mercula looked down at her lap for a minute before looking the demoness in the eyes, not something many people could say they had done and lived to tell about it, "I'm sorry I forgot you. I never meant to."

"It was my fault Abhi, I should have known that symbol was too much for an 8 year old to handle, even if you are The Greatest Witch Of You Age. I'm sorry, I should have been there for you."

"Well you are here now, and I'm not letting you go anywhere." Mercula pulled a childlike pout across her face and it was like the Demoness had her little witch back again.

A/N: whew I just dusted off a whole story in one sitting, again sorry it is not one of the amazing requests I got from you guys but it was a writing prompt I couldn't resist at 11 pm so that meant I had to write it now and its school holidays so I figured whats the harm of not going to bed until tomorrow. Unfortunately that also meant so so many typo's top fix now and I also spent heaps of time mesmerised by the amazing violin and dancers in this video as I was writing. It is midnight where I am as I publish this.

https://youtu.be/EKkzbbLYPuI Lindsey Sterling, Carol of the bells.