So, I have decided to 'adopt' this story from Winchester-Colt, who passed away on 2-24-11, may she rest in peace. If you want to read the original (Demon King Daddy) or adopt it too go ahead, you just can't copy my changes, ya know? Also, the major change in this story is there won't be any MPreg, sorry in advance if you like it.
Anyway, I hope you guys like what I've done with it. Happy reading!
Harry groaned as he woke up from a restless sleep in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory. He stretched slightly and then sighed as he curled around his pillow. He was feeling both mournful and unbelievably pissed at the same time.
Sirius was dead, Harry's father-figure and last hope of leaving the Dursleys, gone. Not only that, but Remus left too, running away to who-knows-where in his devastation. And Dumbledore had been lying to Harry for… years. YEARS.
Harry buried his head deeper in his pillow, closing his eyes and trying to just not think for a moment. Dumbledore had lied, yes, and Sirius had died. But he knew that Sirius would want him be happy. And a part of him already knew that Dumbledore had been lying to him, and still was. But maybe he just had to trust that Dumbledore knew best.
After all, he has survived this far, right?
He just wanted to wanted enjoy his last two Dursley-free days before the summer began. That was the only thing he could really think to do at the moment.
So, he was going to sleep in, then take a nice long shower, and then spend the rest of the day hanging out with Ron and Hermione, maybe they could even hop on their brooms. Saving the world could wait for one day.
It was then he heard footsteps, and sound of the door opening quietly. If Harry wasn't already awake that would have done it.
"Ron?" Ginny whispered, walking urgently to her brother's bed.
"Unhm… Gin, what do you want?" Ron sleepily groaned from his own bed, and Harry could tell that his face was still buried in the pillow.
"Ron, something's wrong, wake up now!" Harry's eyes snapped open at the urgent tone of Ginny's voice, looking towards where the voices came from, even though he couldn't see through the closed drapes of his bed.
"What? What's going on?" Ron asked, now completely awake.
"I don't know, Professor Dumbledore just told me that someone was coming to Hogwarts for Harry. We need to make sure Harry stays here, hopefully asleep, and keep him out of the Great Hall until they leave."
"What? Why?" Ron questioned, as Harry heard Ron jump to his feet. "Is it Death Eaters? The Ministry? Vol-Him? Who?"
"I don't know, all Professor Dumbledore told me is to keep Harry away from the Hall."
"But- but, why?" Ron stuttered.
Harry had to admit amusedly, that was a good question.
Harry opened the drapes to his four-poster bed and looked at both Ginny and Ron, who looked surprised at his sudden appearance.
"Well… why don't we go find out?" Harry asked, rushing to his Hogwarts trunk.
"Wait, Harry! Don't! Dumbledore said…" Ginny abruptly stopped as Ron jumped for his own trunk. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak, wrapping it around himself.
"I know what Dumbledore said, Ginny, but I need to know what's going on. Don't worry, I won't get caught." Harry said as he made his way out the door and down the stairs.
"Meet you down there in a minute, mate!" Ron called after him as Ginny shrieked in protest. Harry just smiled as he flew down the stairs, through the commons and out the portrait door. Luckily, he knew of a special passage that lead straight to the Great Hall. Man, he loved Hogwarts. Even the changing doors and staircases.
Harry was shocked as he reached the staircase before the Great Hall, the doors had obviously been blasted open, and were nearly hanging off their hinges. The professors were shouting orders to the students, trying to gain control over the situation, while the first years looked close to wetting themselves in terror.
And in the midst of the chaos was Dumbledore and a… businessman?
"Crowley, I must insist that you stop this foolishness and leave." Dumbledore was saying. He was standing tall, even though he looked like he was an inch shy of shaking in fear. Harry peered over the staircase railing as he listened to the two men argue.
"It's King Crowley now, if you please… And, don't worry, Albie boy! I'll be out of your hair in a jiff... After you hand over Harry, of course." Harry just blinked, not really sure what to make of that.
The man, Crowley, was definitely English. He looked around his 30's or 40's, was short and a bit stocky, with short brown hair in a widow's peak. He wore a black and grey muggle business suit which was obviously tailored and top of the line. He stood confidently in front of Dumbledore with a faint smirk on his lips, and from his vantage point Harry could barely make out the steely glint in his eyes.
At this point, Harry could only ask himself; what in the world did this guy want with him?