Disclamer: I do no not own Harry Potter, and co, of course J. K. Rowling does. Neither do I own the country which this is set, this is based on and Inspired By the wonderful story of Kyou Kara Maou, which belongs to its amazingly talented owner.

Things to keep in mind: those of you who are familiar with Kyou Kara Maou, may see that the story blatantly mirrors the beginning of the actual series, do not fret! I plan to take it off in my own direction quite soon, just setting the scene and all that.

ALSO: this will most likely contain SLASH! if you are uncomfortable with stash, read something else, or pretend Harry is a Girl.

Harry potter struggled furiously against the grip of his porky cousin Dudley and his cronies. He couldn't believe he was in this situation! It had only been a few minutes ago that Harry Potter, age fifteen, a normal high school student had been walking home from school minding his own business, when he had seen his least favorite cousin's gang crowding around a boy with bright red hair. Sighing, he thought maybe he should just carry on walking, it was none of his business anyway, it wasn't like he was friends with the red head or anything, but that wasn't Harry Potter's style.

"Excuse me, if you're doing something illegal you should stop now." He said, his voice trembling ever so slightly, because he was a lot shorter and lankier than even the tiniest member of Dudley's gang. They turned to face him, and the red head took this as his chance to run.

How's THAT for gratitude! Thought Harry indignantly and his cousin loomed over him.

"Since you let out prey get away, we are going to have to teach you a lesson!' Dudley sneered.

And that is how Harry found himself in his present predicament, being held roughly by the arms, being pushed into a stall in a girl's toilet! He yelled and struggled but it didn't help, one of Dudley's cronies grabbed his hair and shoved his face into the toilet bowl.

It was then that something very strange happened, water began to suck Harry into the toilet, like a giant vacuum, all he could see was an endless spiral of swirling water! What the…? He thought Is there some kind of crazy black hole inside the toilet? THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING!

Then, as suddenly as the swirling had started it stopped, and Harry found himself lying in a grassy field. He sat up and ran a hand through his damn raven, unkempt hair, he was completely soaked. he looked around him, where ever he was, this defiantly was no his homeland, there were mountains in the horizon, unfamiliar to him, and the climate was a lot warmer than Britain was at this time of year, where was he?

It was then that he heard the scream; he looked up to see a young woman with light brown hair and eyes staring at him in complete horror. He stood up, and tried to calm her by talking, but this seemed to only make her more terrified, she began screeching in a foreign language he did not understand, nor could place. The screaming woman was soon joined by more foreigners, all seemed for some reason to be dressed in peasants clothing, like you would see in a medieval play, and for some reason had torches and pitchforks, nor a good sign in Harry's opinion.

One man, exceedingly better dressed than the others came forward on a horse barking something at him, in their strange language.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand you!" Harry cried out desperately. "Where are we? Is this some kind of theme park?" he looked nervously at the crowd, which was looking more and more murderous. "What's going on? Have I offended you in some way."

The man, coming closed, got off his horse, and strode forward. He was tall, with long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, his face hard, and not very friendly. He backed more harsh words, before grabbing Harry's head and squeezing it. Harry yelled and struggled, he felt a sharp pain in his head like it was being ripped apart, his eyes squeezed shut.

When the man released his grip on Harry's head, Harry heard the Villager people mutter, but this time he could understand them clearly.

"What are we going to do! Look at him, he's obviously one of them, that black hair, and those green eyes, only the really powerful ones have green eyes!"

"We should kill him! Before he destroys our village!"

"No, he doesn't know anything yet, he is not a threat to us." Barked the tall blonde, he turned to face Harry. "Can you understand now, brat."

Harry blinked but before he could reply he heard galloping and his name being yelled.

"HARRY!" he turned round just in time to see three horses galloping to wards them, the man in the lead, with log shaggy black hair was the one yelling out to him, could this be his rescuer on the white horse.

"Well if it isn't Lucius Von Malfoy?" Sneered the man with black hair. "Stay away from Harry, you Traitor!"

"Sirius Black, Still the same old lap dog!" Lucius growled back, jumping back onto his horse. Harry watched them as they both drew swords, and parried, while ridding. When suddenly, he felt something boney grip his shoulders and pick him up off the ground as if he weighed nothing. He looked up in disbelief to see it was a skeleton with wings, honestly, he must be dreaming. However gross the skeleton was, it wasn't as scary as falling from the height it had carried him to. He heard the distant cry of Lucius yelling something about saving him, before he galloped off. So am I being rescued by the good or the bad guys now? He mused as the flying skeleton carried him off, after Sirius Black and his men.

Harry rubbed his backside gingerly. Once out of sight of the village, the flying Skeleton, who he had nicknamed "Boney" had gently lowered him back to the ground, and he had ridded the rest of the way behind Siruis, whom he had discovered he liked quite a lot. There was something warm and gentle about the man that put Harry at ease, as well as a strange sense of familiarity. But Harry was not used to riding, and now that he was off the horse, he began to feel the affects of riding for so long, explaining the butt rubbing.

They were greeted outside a small cottage by a man with silver flecked hair wearing white robes.

"Your Majesty! You're safe!" The man cried

Harry gave Siruis a questioning look, and received a playful grin in reply.

"He's talking to you."

"ME!" Harry squeaked. "What are you talking about." The man with gray flecked hair bowed.

"Welcome you're Majesty, I'm sure this all seems very strange to you, right now, but you are the twenty-seventh Maou, The Demon King! Allow me to introduce myself; I am Remus Von Lupin, your humble servant!"

Harry just gapped

"D-D-Demon, wha?" he finally spluttered.

"Demon King" Remus and Siruis chorused.

Harry Rubbed his temples "This has got to be a dream..' he muttered. Either that or some really twisted elaborate prank show, where someone would suddenly jump out and say "Smile for the Camera". Harry decided he liked the dream idea better.

"but why me?" He asked, his voice tired. "I mean, I'm not incredibly handsome , I'm not top of my class, and I don't have any weird birthmarks or lockets, so how can you be sure its me your after?"

Remus eyes glittered as he took the young boy's hand

"I knew it was you the moment I saw you, That Raven back hair that refuses to be tamed, and those startling green eyes, sure traits of someone so nobel as the Maou. Not to mention your glorious black attire, only one such as the Maou can wear black."

"This is my school uniform!" Harry protested, but Remus didn't seem to hear he was off muttering something about the glory of the Maou.

"I guess I'll play along, I'll wake up sooner or later." Harry said, mumbling half to himself, turning to Remus, he asked "So what do I have to do?"

Remus seemed puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Well usually in these types of situations for me to go home I have to 'clear a level' you know, like rescue a princess or slay a dragon, or…"

"Slay a dragon? Heavens No! they are a protected species!"

"Well then, what do I have to do?"

Siruis smiled

"You have to kill humans."

"Humans?"

"Yes, those who oppose the Demon Kingdom, you are the Maou after all."

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, this was one strange dream.

TBC