thanks for the reviews everyone, i was going to put a longer, fuller summary at the start of the prologue and forgot... here is the full summary:

After Amaimon's Humongous fight with Rin inside of the Vatican, Satan banishes his son with his power sealed to the human world, possessing the body of soon to be stillborn James potter, to teach him not to disobey orders and make him more mature as befitting an earth king. He did not want a repeat of the Rin situation. When he comes back to Gehenna however he is not the same believing that both Lily and Harry died. In Harry's third year he starts awakening his demon heritage (mainly against the dememtors). When Mephisto goes to investigate some very strange demonic signs in little whinging in the summer after third year he rediscovers harry. Watch how the harry potter plot changes when he's heir to the earth king!

Amaimon will come back into the story shortly after Mephisto I think, I'll probably cut the third year down to only the important parts that change the plot, because after all everyone who reads this will probably have read all the books, or at least watched the films because otherwise you probably wouldn't be reading this fanfic, this way it cuts down the useless bits (that we already know about) and gets to the (hopefully) awesomer stuff quicker.

thanks for reading and please review! XD

Chapter 1

Harry Potter was a highly unusual teenager, for one he hated school holidays, he also really wanted to do his homework, he also happened to be a wizard and recently he had noticed a green tint to his black hair (luckily his 'incredibly normal' relatives hadn't), and the cyan ring around his pupils in his eyes became ever more noticeable. So yeah, he was a pretty weird person all round (he'd even tell you that himself), he was even weirder than when he was getting visits from a house elf last year.

There was one good thing though, his black bird's nest that he called hair was finally learning to lie rather flat as he'd grown out the messiness, his short hair now fell to the bottom of his neck and was a lot straighter, and surprisingly it made him look more mature (something which his short stature failed at).

It was currently midnight and it was pitch black outside, he was sat under the covers of his bed with a torch reading some of his school books and writing an essay on the pointlessness of witch burning. A little green creature sat in front of him it looked like it was made of plants, it had little flowers surrounding its eyes, and little leaves for ears. It was tiny, barely bigger than a baby owl, he knew it was a greenman, a kind of demon (it was in one of his defense books from first year) however it was kinda cute and invisible to his relatives who hadn't received temp-taint and of course they didn't have magic to see demons with. In his defense book it said:

A Greenman has the ability to grow plants of any sort from their body. This can be very useful in offensive techniques as well as defensive ones. Greenmans have demonstrated to be able to create a cocoon of branches in order to protect someone. They can also grow healing plants out of their bodies, which can be useful at a crucial time.

It had taken a liking to him, and he decided to keep it around after all it was very useful and was good company even though all it could really say was "nai" in varying tones (so it of course he called it 'Nai' in a great feat of imagination) but the greenman seemed to understand him easily enough.

He'd found the little Greenman in the Garden as he was doing chores, it had been sitting under a rose bush and followed him into the house and up into his room, he'd tried to quietly get it to leave but it seemed to not want to and so he decided to let it stick around.

He was currently trying to stealthily write a history of magic essay, which was why he'd ditched the scratchy from-the-dark-ages quill and bought a fountain pen, the last time he was in Diagon Alley, which was considerably quieter. He was still listening out for his 'family's' breathing anyway to make sure they were still blissfully unaware he was doing his homework.

He was rather keen to avoid more trouble from his family, as he'd given his phone number to Ron, and Ron being Ron had majorly screwed up. Screeching like a banshee down the phone to the most ordinary family on the planet was not a good idea... he'd gotten into big trouble for giving away the house phone number to 'people like him'... 'whole family of bigots' he thought scathingly.

At least this year, Hedwig was allowed out of her cage, Uncle Vernon didn't like the racket she made when she was locked up.

He looked over at the clock after finishing his essay, it was 1 o'clock, he realised with a odd jolt he'd been thirteen for a whole hour and not noticed.

Yet another abnormality about young Harry was how much he disliked birthday's, the Dursley's never remembered his birthday and he didn't see how this one would be any different.

'just another year' he thought with a sigh.

Staring out of the window, he spotted a very odd silhouette against the silver moon. He watched it as it got closer... ah, owls he realised, specifically two owls carrying a third between them. They soon flew in threw his open window and landed softly on the bed, Nai leapt off the bed and onto his shoulder in fright, burrowing into his hair.

The middle one, which was unconscious, was old and grey; He recognized it to be Errol, the Weasley family owl, one of them was his own owl Hedwig and the other owl was a handsome tawny carrying a hogwarts letter. He undid the Hogwarts letter and package first, the owl flew off when he did looking pleased with its delivery.

He turned to the other two owls, he took the parcel of Errol and carried it over to Hedwig's cage, where it opened its eyes and took a grateful gulp of water. 'poor thing' he thought 'the Weasley's really need a new owl, this thing's on its last legs'

He then removed the package from Hedwig who looked very pleased with herself.

He felt very warm at the consideration of his friends, that they cared enough to make sure he didn't get nothing for his birthday.

"thanks guys" he murmured, Nai (now seated on his head) looked curiously down at him, obscuring his view as it looked him in the eye. He chuckled quietly at the little Greenman's antics before picking him up and putting him back on the bed.

From hermione he'd received a letter about her trip to France as well as a broom servicing kit, and from Ron he got a pocket Sneak-a-scope (he couldn't help but think he could've used one of those in his previous years).

He turned to the package from Hagrid... when he picked it up it moved... only slightly but still it moved. Staying on the side of caution he picked up Nai and put him on his shoulder before going back to the package, gingerly he opened it... and out fell a book.

He barely registered its gold writing 'The monster book of monsters' before it flipped onto its edge and scuttled sideways like a crab, off the bed, across the floor and under the desk, into the dark shadows that lay there. He followed it silently grabbing a belt as he did and knelt down in front of the desk, quick as a flash he lunged for the book , lifted it off the ground and with inhuman speed buckled the belt around it.

Finally able to get a better look at it, he noticed it was green and the open edge acted like a mouth, it had slight ridges along the spine, suddenly having a brain wave, he ran his hand lightly over them the book stilled and purred (well the book equivalent of purring). 'A monster book of monsters indeed, this is Awesome!'

After writing thank you replies, to Hagrid particularly (that book was just cool) and getting them ready to send off with Hedwig and Errol (when the latter was rested of course) he decided it was about time he went to bed.

He'd work on black mailing his uncle to sign his Hogsmeade permission form in the morning, it was good to occasionally indulge his more Slytherin side.

When he went down to breakfast the next morning everyone else was already up, watching the news about a 'Sirius Black' escaping from prison.

He mainly tuned out his 'family' completely, until he heard-

"I better go, Petunia, Marge's train gets here at ten"

Harry very nearly did a spit take, but swallowed in time. "A-Aunt Marge?" he spluttered "she-she's not coming here is she?"

"She'll be here for a week" Vernon snarled.

Harry's head hit the table with a loud thud. 'God, kill me now' he thought.

Ignoring Harry's repeated attempts to cave his skull in, Vernon continued on "And on that subject we need to go over some things before she gets here"

Harry's head perked up, 'opportunity for blackmail spotted' he thought, fighting to keep the rather twisted smirk off his face, as he looked up at his uncle.

"Whilst she's here you will be civil" Vernon said,

"I will if she will"

"she doesn't know about your abnormality, so no funny stuff"

"Very well" he sighed.

"And we've told her you go to St Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys-" "WHAT?" "-And that's the story your'll stick to boy or there'll be trouble"

Harry glared mildly at him (keeping it mild to help his future chances for blackmail) but still followed him out into the hall,

"your not coming with me Boy" His Uncle snapped.

"As if i'd want to, what I do want is to ask you something" Harry said trying to keep his tone fairly pleasant, channelling his inner Slytherin. "Third years at my school are sometimes allowed to visit the village nearby"

"So?" his uncle snapped,

"Well, we have to get permission from our legal guardian, so will you sign my permission slip?"

"Why on earth would I do that?" Vernon sneered (personally he thought Malfoy's sneer was more impressive), he let a small almost invisible smirk grace his face, his uncle was walking right into his trap.

"Well, it is an awful lot to remember, about St Burns and all" Harry said, the slip up deliberate.

"ITS ST BRUTUS'S" his uncle snapped

"yes that, what if i forget and blurt out something about my 'abnormalities?'" Harry said slyly (air quoting his uncles own words back at him).

"well you'll get the stuffing knocked out of you!" his uncle snarled, advancing with his fist raised.

"that won't make Aunt Marge forget what she heard, will it? but if you sign my slip... well its an incentive to remember isn't it?" Harry argued calmly.

"FINE! I'll sign... after Marge is gone. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, uncle"

He went up into his room, and packed away all signs of his 'freakishness' sending Hedwig and Errol off telling them not to come back for a while (as well as adding that part to the letter replies he'd written), making sure to thoroughly apologize to Hedwig about the whole situation.

He'd leave Nai where he was, 'she wouldn't be able to see him even he was jumping up and down in front of her face' he thought rather smugly.

All to soon for his liking Uncle Vernon was back with Aunt Marge.

'welcome to hell' Harry thought tiredly, as Petunia shouted up the stairs to get down and welcome their 'guest'.

Overall he thought the week had gone rather well, minus him accidently shattering a glass after a remark about his mother, and it was finally the last day.

Every time she'd agitate him he'd think about passages in his Broom-care handbook, which seemed to work rather well...

Considering it was the last night, Petunia had made a very fancy three course dinner and Vernon had uncorked several expensive bottles of wine. Harry was currently eyeing Marge warily, she'd already had a lot to drink and Vernon was offering her more and more and more, he knew what alcohol did to people and he very much wanted to escape from the room before he did something reckless and stupid. Nai, who had taken to riding on his shoulder everywhere, seemed to share his sentiments, as he was tucking on his hair and squeaking at him.

"you'll be a proper sized man, Dudders, like your father..." Marge was currently saying "now this one here-" she said pointing at Harry, "he's got a runty look about him, you get that with dogs... i had Colonel Fubster drown one last year. Ratty little thing, weak, under-bred"

'I am not under-bred and i am not weak, i killed a bloody basilisk! with a sword!'

"it all comes down to blood-" she continued "- like i was saying the other day, bad blood will come out, no offence to you petunia or your family, but your sister was a bad egg. They turn up in the best families-"

'She sounds like those pure-blood bigots, I didn't think I'd ever hate anyone more than Draco frickin' Malfoy, God i hate this women, if you can call her that she looks like a whale '

"-then she ran off with that wastrel and here's the result in-front of us"

Harry was desperately trying to stay calm, his fists clenched in his lap as he glared at his plate. Dudley was looking at him worriedly, 'At least one of them has a brain' he thought scathingly.

"This potter-" she carried on, oblivious of the ticking time bomb she was activating "-you never said what he did?"

"didn't work... unemployed" Vernon said glancing sideways at Harry, noticing the dangerous territory they were in.

"As expected" she said pompously "a good-for-nothing, lazy scoundrel-"

"HE WAS NOT!" Harry snapped, glaring at her with those luminescent green eyes. The table went very quiet...

"Don't tell lies, boy! proud of you parent's are you? got themselves killed in a car crash and left you with good hard-working people-"

"THEY DID NOT DIE IN A CAR CRASH!" he yelled leaping to his feet and slamming his fists down on the table, not noticing the cracks he made along its surface.

"THEY DIED IN A CAR CRASH YOU NASTY LITTLE LIAR, AND LEFT YOU A BURDEN ON HARD WORKING PEOPLE! YOU INSOLENT-"

she didn't finish her sentence as the whole neighbourhood shook to its very foundations, shattering vases and sending pictures crashing to the floor, the room seemed to grow dark, as the lights flickered off and on, lit mainly by his glowing green eyes, with the cyan ring burning like flames against his pupil.

"shut it!" It was growled quietly, but echoed around the room, as cracks appeared in the floor.

Then Marge began to swell, starting from her fingers and face, she began swelling up like a balloon. Her buttons on her jacket popping off one by one as she got bigger and bigger. The earthquake abated and the lights came back on as they all stared as Marge started to rise off the floor and to the ceiling as if she'd been filled with helium.

"MARGE" Vernon cried as he desperately tried to pull her back down.

He was nearly lifted off the floor himself.

Harry tore from the dining room, and into the hall, he nearly wrenched the cupboard door off its hinges as he ripped it open shattering the lock, quickly gathering up his stuff he took the steps three at a time and went straight for his room. Ripping up the loose floorboard he grabbed the reminder of his things and threw them in his trunk, making sure to grab Hedwig's cage he ran out of his room and down the stairs.

"GET BACK IN HERE AND FIX HER!" his uncle screeched as he grabbed Harry by the arm.

Harry threw him off with ease and whipped his wand out of his jacket pocket, "Get back!" he snarled.

With Vernon getting the message not to get in his way, Harry ripped open the front door (denting the wood) and within seconds was out and into the night.

What do you think of chapter 1 then? the next chapter will probably be longer as i'm going to make it cover everything from the knight bus to the hogwarts express arriving in hogsmeade. Nothing much special will happen so it won't really require much detail. Like i said at the top of the page i probably won't include parts of the story that would be the same as the actual book, because its a waste of time, so i can cover quite a few chapters at once.

thanks for reading! :)