AUTHOR'S NOTE: So far I've gotten one vote/reason that I'm really liking from someone who was kind enough to review and give me their opinion of which demon species that Harry should wind up being. Also, to those who are wondering what exactly I'm planning as far as pairing, it will be Harry/OMC. Also, there will be some mentioned hetero pairings as well as some mentioned fem shipping for some of those who enjoy such things.
Also, anyone who wants to add in their own idea for a character, please remember that it either has to be a character with either a decent enough backstory for their species if original in nature or has to be featured in folklore of some kind. Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way, shape or form own or have a part to do with the Harry Potter franchise/world. All credit goes to the Warner Brothers Studios for the films and J.K. Rowling for the books from which they are based upon. All else is of my own creation.
Harry sat in blank shock as he was lost within his own thoughts, processing the information that he had just been given by Gristlebane. Normally, if someone were to tell Harry he wasn't actually the person he grew up believing he was, but really the son of a pair of demon nobles, then Harry would simply have laughed in their face. Instead, all that he could do was just sit there, collecting his thoughts. Johanna and Alyssa both exchanged glances with one another, concern on Alyssa's face before the blonde woman said loudly "Oi! Snap out of it! You're giving us a scare with how blank your eyes are!"
That seemed to snap him out of his daze before he said to them all "Sorry, but there has to be a mistake. I mean, that just can't be right. You're saying that I am Harry Potter, but I'm also someone named August Virgil Allionde-Rosen? That can't be...there has to be something wrong." The goblin's voice seemed to have a sharp edge as he said in response "Have a care, young man...this is nothing that can be cheated or faked. Blood can be stolen, but since we saw you give us the blood right here and it actually shows that you are both of these identities, that can mean only one thing: Lily and James Potter did a blood ritual to make you their son."
Blood rituals, while relatively simple in concept, were actually powerful magic that changed something that magical energy itself could not. Many a powerful spell or enchantment required blood as an ingredient, but since British wizards feared that it required either giving of one's self or taking from another, that made it evil and therefor Dark. Harry knew all this, and still had to question several things, including a certain factor of him being over a century in age. "Well then how is it that I'm this missing son when I'm only thirteen? I can't be alive if I'm August..." His argument was cut from its standing, however, when Alyssa chuckled while smoking. "You really think demons would live and age just like humans? Darling, a demon child ages in ways that would seem to be slower to humans, but really it's a little more complicated.
"For the first few decades, you age like an infant to a toddler in human years, then you begin to age much like a human does from around your first century until you reach the human equivalent of a wizard's inheritance. From there, you age much more slowly, around fifty years equaling to one year in human aging. However, we are getting off topic." Johanna nodded, saying "The blood ritual must've changed a few odds and ends, such as your more prominent features and real appearance...Anything that can be done, Gristlebane?" The goblin looked over the teen and seemed worried before saying "Not immediately...the problem seems to lie more in the fact that the blood ritual has taken such a deep root into his system. We would have to wait for his magical inheritance to break the bindings of the ritual...until then, we can only wait."
Harry was feeling slightly worried and said "Wait, by a magical inheritance, are you referring to when I turn of age in the wizarding world?" Johanna shook her head, saying "Nah, it's more like when you turn fourteen, any magical creature inheritance you have becomes dominant instead of latent, as well as giving you a boost of power. Luckily, with you being a pureblooded demon underneath that blood ritual, you will not only gain your true potential, but also you will be your true self."
Alyssa caught the worried look on Harry's face and sat beside him, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him into a careful hug. "Darling, don't worry. You won't change...you're just going to return to what you were meant to be." The black haired teen looked up, sniffled and said "I came to town today to learn why my friends had been stealing from me...and I find out I'm not only being stolen from, but lied to about everything, including who I really am." Gristlebane shifted uncomfortably in his seat as soon as Harry mentioned the thefts and said "Speaking of that, Harry, I am afraid that you are owed a debt from the goblin nation...it seems that the thefts have been more extensive and even more treacherous than previously believed."
As everyone watched, the goblin reached into his case and pulled out a thick scroll, unraveling the sheet and showing Harry the full extent of every theft, waiting for the coming storm of rage. Sure enough, as soon as Harry started reading, his expression grew darker and darker, almost murderous as he finally saw the truth. All of the Weasley's, except the twins and perhaps the two brothers Harry hadn't met, had been stealing from him since day one of knowing him. Hermione had been receiving gold, books and treasures as well, while several side notes showed that Dumbledore had authorized nearly every transaction...including a few that referred to payments for his "care and well being" that made his heart clench at the betrayal.
"That manipulative. Scheming. Miserable. Fashion blind. Old. BASTARD! If he thinks I'm gonna look the other way on this and not want revenge...oh, he's fucking barmy!" Looking at Gristlebane with a look that made even Johanna shiver, Harry said menacingly "I want every single Knut back from those bastards, and I want it done so that they can't do a fucking thing to get them back! Everything stolen, bought and hoarded by them is to be returned. I don't care how, just do it." Gristlebane nodded with a newfound respect (and fear, but that wasn't really important...) of the teen. After writing out the orders on another vellum sheet, Gristlebane gestured for Harry to sign them with a prick of his thumb on a quill and signing in blood.
"There, now it's official. All of your monies, jewels, tomes and belongings stolen by them shall be returned immediately...after all, goblin magic is not to be tested." Gristlebane already had plans to handle the goblins who were in on this betrayal of not only to one of the wizarding world's oldest family vaults, but also of banking policy...not to mention of the King's own orders. "Now, as for a few other things I took the liberty of handling for you, I have the Lordship ring of House Potter right here for you." Pulling out a velvet jewelry box, Gristlebane opened it to reveal a gold ring with blood red ruby set in the moderately thick band, the Potter family crest covering the gem.
"Place the ring on the fourth finger of your right hand, as the left hand is for consort and wedding rings." Harry nodded, gingerly picking the ring up and sliding it onto his finger, feeling the wash of ancestral magics filling him and accepting him as the Lord Potter. The ring shrank down to fit him and actually wasn't entirely uncomfortable, just something that he wasn't used to feeling on his hand. "Alright, so will I lose being the Lordship title if my...true inheritance comes to light?"
Gristlebane shook his head, saying "No, Lord Potter, you won't. You may not be James and Lily's son by birth, but their ritual has allowed to claim this Lordship for yourself and your own children. Now, onto a much more pressing matter..." Pulling out a different sheet of vellum, Gristlebane said "There is a list of properties you can choose from to move to now that you are a Lord, and you will no longer have to inhabit your current residence." Harry and Alyssa looked over the houses and the older demon frowned heavily, noting that some had become uninhabitable due to natural disaster, failure to maintain the ambient magic around the property, or other problems.
"It appears, darling, you only have three choices: a manor in Greenwich Village, New York, USA, a villa on the Nile, or a townhouse here in London. Sad pickings really, but I recommend the villa, seeing as you'll want to be somewhere less prone to nosy wizards." Johanna nodded, saying evenly "Ya could also use the other two houses as places to go to when ya need to be in those particular areas." Harry nodded firmly, saying "Thanks...I'll do just that. Can you tell me if any of the house elves that served the Potter family are still on staff with the houses?" Gristlebane checked the records, nodding and saying "Yes, a few did stay at each of the homes. It appears they were able to maintain those three but only due to many of the elves having been reduced in number through necessity rather than want."
Harry nodded, saying "Can...can you contact the people you mentioned? Dante and Alraune? I'd like to meet them as soon as possible, if you can." Gristlebane nodded his head carefully, looking to Alyssa who said "Allow me, darling. I've been meaning to speak with them for some time now." She walked away, heading towards a part of the shop they couldn't see.
With Alyssa
She exited the room and headed towards a set of stairs that led to the upper levels of the shop, revealing a rather cozy set of rooms featuring a kitchenette, sitting room, and two doors leading to Alyssa and Johanna's rooms. Sighing, she extinguished her cigarette before pulling out a second one from the case in between her cleavage, lighting it with a silent command. "Oh, what am I going to tell them..." Shaking her head, Alyssa walked into her bedroom and straight to a large mirror against the wall that was extremely ornate. The frame was glistening onyx with perfectly rounded pearls set into the four corners, as well as two others on the top and bottom part of the frame respectively between the two corner set ones.
Running a finger over the surface of the mirror, the glass rippled like water as she said "Dante Allionde." Pulling her hand away, she waited as the glass shimmered and rippled, soon flattening to show an image of a rather formal looking office and a crackling fire brazier in the center. A rather handsome and dangerous looking man looked up from the desk, his dark hair lightly streaked with strands of silver and a scowl in place. "What is it, Alyssa? I'm a little busy right now." His tone was rather rough and clipped, almost as if he'd been drinking whiskey the night before. Clicking her tongue in disapproval, she said "Darling, are you really going to take that tone with me? Need I remind you, I am your older cousin and I have no qualms about taking you over my knee."
Sighing as his face and tone softened, Dante stood from his desk revealing a rather firm and muscled physique enhanced by his clothing; snug leather black trousers were around his legs with a crimson suit styled similar in some ways to a nobleman's jacket, but much more relaxed. His booted feet made soft thuds in the fur rug as he walked over, saying "I'm sorry, cousin. It's just...there's been problems here in the Demi Maunde, stirrings that are hard to keep from boiling over. What can I do for you?" Alyssa smiled softly, taking affection in her younger cousin. "Dante, you silly boy, it's not for me that I called...it's for you and Alraune."
Her cousin frowned before nodding and saying "Alright, let me get her." He disappeared from the mirror for a moment, returning shortly with a rather stunningly attractive woman at his side. With pale ivory skin, blood red hair falling in waves down her back and a rather generous set of curves on an hourglass figure that was similar to how many humans portrayed the goddess Aphrodite. Her eyes were an emerald green framed by delicate bramble vine tattoos across her skin, forming a sort of mask but not hiding her beauty. Her face was rather sharp and elegant, giving her an almost primal beauty when her lips opened and a husky voice "Alyssa, what is it? Has Johanna burned another building down in sight of humans?"
Shaking her head, she pulled a drag from her cigarette and said "No, dear, it's something else. You're aware of the situation with the wizards over here, yes? About their Dark Lord and everything?" While many species who lived in the world and in other dimensions really avoided interfering with the issue, they all kept themselves aware in case something were to happen and become a risk. "Yes, some human seeks immortality and whatnot, and some wizard boy defeated him. What of it?" Dante's tone was rather impatient to which his lifemate smacked his arm, hissing out exasperatedly "Dante!" Alyssa waved her hand in dismissal, continuing her story.
"Well, as it turns out, a certain boy hero wizard came into my shop-I don't know how, as most wizards aren't usually able to find it easily-and met us. After a little bit of talking, he was on his way to meet Gristlebane over here in the human's London branch of Gringotts. When asked why, he told Johanna and myself that he was there to claim his Lordship and find out about thefts from his vault...he's only thirteen years old and barely aware of his title." Dante growled low, his face taking a slightly darker and more menacing appearance when his teeth sharpened and his eyes turned black, veins becoming pronounced under his skin.
Alraune, on the other hand, being a mother hen, said "That poor darling...who could steal from a child?" Alyssa hummed in agreement, saying "When it came time for Gristlebane to do that ridiculous procedure to ensure that he was really Harry Potter, the next Lord of his family since his parents were killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort, the enchantment revealed some rather startling information...he was blood adopted by the Potters." After calming down a bit, Dante frowned and asked bluntly "How the hell does this involve us? I mean, clearly he still counts as the Potter heir if he's been blood adopted, but who are his real parents if its so shocking?"
Giving a small but warm smile, she said "We've found him, cousin...we finally found him! It's August, your son!" Alraune's reaction was a rather notable and almost expected gasp, but Dante's was almost comical. His eyes bulged out with his mouth gaping open in shock, struggling to get words out; after a few more moments of choked gasps, Dante asked shakily, almost afraid to hope, "A-are you sure? You're certain?" Alyssa nodded, saying "Blood cannot lie, and especially if taken freshly in front of all of us. With the Anti-Falsehood Wards here, I can't lie about this either. It really is darling August." Alraune gasped in delight, crying as she said "My little boy...my darling baby boy...we have to come see him now!"
Dante nodded, regaining his rather intimidating composure, yet betrayed with a broad smile on his face. "I'm going to see him again...my son. Tell us, has he hit his magical inheritance yet?! Is he back to his true self yet?" Alyssa shook her head, sorry to dampen the mood. "Not yet, he's a few weeks away from that. Also, I'm afraid he's not been treated well where he's been living...something has caused his growth to not be right...even for a fledgling, his height and weight don't look right. I can smell the magic of medicinal potions in him, meaning he's recently seen to fixing something that was affecting him...and the scent of a friend who probably sent him towards us. And knowing Eliza, she knew exactly what she was doing."
Alraune nodded, smoothing the lines from her rather clingy dress made to appear as if she were draped in the flowers and leaves of summer. "I see...then I suppose after we me meet August...Harry...our son, then I think finding out who his guardians have been these past 113 years and fix that situation." Her voice was still husky, but there was a fine edge that seemed to be all to sharp and almost toxic in nature. Alyssa nodded alongside Dante, both of whom seemed to have gained similarly dark features. "You both are welcome to come here as soon as you are able...and try to be somewhat cautious. He seems unsure of himself and his surroundings, despite the intelligence he has shown us.
Tracing her finger over the mirror again, it rippled before showing her reflection once more. Her eyes were now black as night, canines prominent and her hands sporting wicked claws. "Don't worry, August...Auntie Alyssa and your parents will make everything right. You can count on that as a blood oath." Making sure her features were returned to a more human appearance, she exited her room and proceeded down to where everyone else was. "You can relax knowing those who wronged you shall be punished fittingly..."
Meanwhile, with Harry
Harry had been signing a few documents, ensuring that all the proper forms were filled out before asking "Is there any way that my parents'...I mean, James and Lily's will can be used as evidence to free my godfather Sirius Black?" Shortly after Remus had changed into a werewolf that night back at Hogwarts, Pettigrew had been captured by Sirius and Hermione, forcing him into his Animagus form and locking him in the cage. Unfortunately, they couldn't get the Ministry to pay attention to them about the matter, seeing as Minister Fudge had been adamant about Sirius Black being guilty...and seeing that Dumbledore hadn't been much help that day, it really made sense with the knowledge of what the old man was partially scheming.
Gristlebane nodded, noting that Harry had paused around calling the late Lord Potter and his wife his parents, which was understandable. "Yes, Lord Potter, it shouldn't be any trouble at all. In fact, we can schedule a reading of the will for in a few days time. It should also be of note-personal, mind you, strictly off the record-that no one would blame you for referring to them as your parents. They may not have been your birth parents, but they took you in and even gave their lives for you. That is a sign of love that cannot be changed by a matter as simple as who is really your family or not...blood does not always mean family to some." Harry nodded in understanding, casually wiping his eyes and realizing that just now he'd been crying.
Handing over a handkerchief, Johanna said softly "Ya, kiddo; just think, they loved ya enough to give their lives. Not a lot of people are actually able to say that. So dry those tears and honor them." Soon enough, Alyssa returned down the stairs and said "Darlings, it seems that we shall soon have a happy family reunion occurring! But, before that begins...little one, we need to make you some new clothes. Because those rags do not befit your station, even as a human wizard." Harry looked down and slightly nodded, running the fabric of his almost thread-bare shirt between his fingers, saying "I came to do that as well...I guess now's a good a time as any."
Johanna smirked wickedly, pulling out a measuring tape and said "Now hold still, kid, 'cause I'm gonna be needing to measure you from head to toe." Gulping, Harry proceeded to back up and watch as Gristlebane immediately began pack his bag, grabbed his walking stick and bid them all a good day, saying "I shall send a letter regarding the will reading. Everything shall be in order by then. Good day, and may your gold overflow, Lord Potter." The goblin didn't even wait for the traditional response, speed walking his way out of the shop with a ramrod straight spine that could almost be mistaken for a sign of fear.
Alyssa closed the door and said "Now, darling, do be a lamb and hold still...I doubt you're going to enjoy this experience much if you keep struggling so." Both women stalked towards him, matching maniacal grins at the prospect of a new customer to make quality clothes for. Harry nodded in agreement, squeaking in fear as he watched and waited.
Time skip...
Three hours. Three long, horrible, terrifying hours of being poked, prodded, measured and even fitted for clothing, fabrics and styles. Harry almost wanted to run away, but he figured that both demons would be able to easily outrun him...also, he kinda liked them. Johanna was easily the more rambunctious one, choosing to try and make him laugh or even treating him like a younger sibling while Alyssa was easily much more refined. While comical at times, she was the more serious one who took it all as it was and proved to be endearing, as well as polished in her treatment of Harry.
Soon enough, Harry had trunks filled with pants, robes (practical, formal and ceremonial in nature), shirts, jackets, shoes, casual wear and even cloaks all in an assortment of colors, materials and styles that made him protest a number of times before Johanna had decided to threaten him with a ball gag and handcuffs. Instead of wondering how'd she go about such a thing, he simply chose to say "Yes ma'am" and sit down quietly. They apparently also had a fondness for filling him with food, saying that he was far too thin and that he needed it.
At first, when they brought up the issue, Harry had frozen in place before remembering there was no point in lying and that both women would have easily figured it out eventually. Harry had told them the bare outline of his treatment with the Dursley's mistreated him, to which he received matching growls out outrage. Johanna slammed her fist into a nearby cup, while Alyssa's cigarette holder snapped cleanly in half, not a single jagged piece or part out of place. "Those filthy animals..." Harry hated to agree with that statement, but in truth he couldn't actually disagree with it. Over the past two years, he'd been having rather dark thoughts related to how everyone perceived or treated him, as well as his so-called "friends" actions around him and decided he was done with them-both wizards and muggles. In fact, it seemed he was done with humans altogether.
Finally, they were finished and Johanna said "Now, that should be about everything. We're going to have to bill dear old goat-face in a way that he won't be able to refuse..." Alyssa nodded, pulling a drag from her cigarette placed inside of a repaired cigarette holder. However, as soon as the words exited her mouth, a sound similar to crackling fire alerted the three and they turned to find a large black doorway of magical energy opened in the middle of the shop, to which stepped out two figures before the portal closed. Their features became prominent in the afternoon light from the windows, showing a dark haired, tall man with a statuesque woman with blood red hair beside him. "Ah, darlings, you're here; excellent. May I present Harry James Potter, or rather August Virgil Allionde-Rosen...your son." Alraune and Dante both looked choked up, but waited for Harry to make the first move as they didn't want to frighten him.
Standing, he approached them carefully and asked "Mum? Dad?" Alraune burst out in soft sobs, clutching the teen to her tightly and calling him her "little one" over and over, while Dante walked more sedately and wrapped them both in a warm embrace; Harry couldn't describe it, but the feeling of being at home that he'd never experienced with the Dursley's or not quite with Hogwarts finally filled him. He knew, deeply and instinctively, that these were his true parents...and that he really was August, not Harry.
OH MY GOD FINALLY! I finally got this chapter up! Now, so far, I have gotten more followers and favorites for this story than I ever thought possible...and quite frankly I love all you little darlings for doing so! Now, I'm going to be doing some stuff in the next chapter is going to cover the story of Alraune and Dante, their other two children (yes, Harry's gonna have siblings. Deal with it.) and also Dumbledore realizing his plans are failing. But how does the prophecy fall into this? Well...spoilers, sweetie. PLZ REVIEW!