Summary: AU, preHBP. Voldemort's demon summoning goes wrong... Harry meets a very old, very distant relative who takes an interest in his newfound kin. No pairings other than cannon yet.
Prologue. Wherein we meet a human-sized snack.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Not mine ...huddles in a corner and weeps...
They say that just before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. He thought he might have enjoyed that, at least it would put off the issue for a while. Because being pinned by the gaze of a building-sized demon fox made him feel like lunch. Unfortunately, that did not seem to be an unrealistic expectation.
"Demon, you served my great ancestor well. I give you these creatures as an initial offering in what will be a marvelous alliance! Join me and you will be able to feast on the bones of millions!"
He seemed to be on the menu. Damn.