Title: The Boy Who Lived To Be Pumpkin King

Chapter: Happenings.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Here's the next chapter everyone. Also all the demon names are real and are NOT to be said aloud EVER!

Mrs. Dursley awoke early that morning. She got up, got dressed and went downstairs to start breakfast for her wonderful family. She opened the refrigerator to find the milk bottles empty. Petunia frowned. Taking them out of the fridge she made her way over to the door. What she saw on her doorstep was not what she expected.

A small baby boy with magnificent green eyes looked up at her with awe. Petunia smiled softly and picked up the child. Who would abandon such an innocent young soul? The boy was adorable and happily babbled in gibberish with a few recognizable words.

Something was nagging at the back of her mind though. Those green eyes looked so familiar. If only Lily weren't such a freak, she would ask her sister, her sister was very good at puzzles you see, and she loved... to...

Petunia nearly dropped the baby in horror. This was her sister's child! Why had she left it on her doorstep! Mrs. Dursley started walking back to the door, intending to drop the kid on someone else's doorstep. But she paused as she heard the crinkle of paper.

Harry, such a nasty name, had fallen asleep again. Petunia set him down on the couch and looked at the letter. Written on thick parchment with emerald ink. She skimmed the letter, learning that her sister was dead and that Harry was her problem now. Mr. Dursley came down at that moment and looked at the baby before turning to his wife.

"Petunia, who is this?" Vernon asked, dreading the answer.

"That is Harry. My sister is dead and we are the only living family left. What should we do?"

"Now Petunia, we should keep him here. Maybe he isn't magic." Vernon said slowly. Petunia nodded before going into the kitchen to make breakfast.

There was a wail from upstairs that signified that Dudley had woken up. Vernon turned to go get him, noticing a black envelope tucked in Harry's blanket. He grabbed and put it in his pocket intending to read it later.

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Jack smiled as he carved the name Harold Potter unto the black candle. They had found him, now just to call him into Halloween Town. The whole occupants of Halloween Town lined up from the desk of Jack's study to the Cottage. When Jack had finished with the candle, he handed it to the first occupant, a small girl of seven with blond pigtails and bright blue eyes.

She had been called recently, but instinctively she knew what to do. She whispered the name Harold Potter, whispered it so softly you could have mistaken it for the wind. She then passed it on to the next child who again whispered the name but a hair louder.

Jack nodded trusting that they could handle the 1,610 year old tradition. He quickly made his way to the cottage where he was to wait at the end of the line.

...TNBC/HP...

Harry sat in an improvised highchair, as the Dursleys had not had time to buy him one yet. Dudley sat in his trying to get Harry's attention.

"Baby! Baby! Baby!" Dudley shouted trying to reach for Harry. Vernon turned and looked at Harry who was looking at a random spot. Or what he thought was a random spot. If there were no obstacles in the way then Harry would be looking straight at the portal to Halloween Town.

"Eeh?" Harry squealed, as a whisper of wind blew through the house.

"Eeh?" He repeated, over and over with a perfect spacing of 3 seconds. Harry jerked in his seat and touched the back of his head.

"Owie." Harry whimpered, looking at his uncle for help.

...TNBC/HP...

Oogie Boogie smiled from underneath the cloak. So it had worked. Passing the candle on Oogie admired the ingenious idea. All that was done was placing a small spot of purple cloth in contact with the candle. Simple really, but it had disrupted the tradition, gaining Oogie the upper hand. A few places down Shock stood, fully prepared to undermine Oogie's plan.

As the candle was passed to her she carefully peeled off the piece of purple cloth as she called Harold's name loudly. Though she was not careful enough and a spec of purple still resided on the unlit black candle.

...TNBC/HP...

Petunia quickly placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her husband and prepared two bowls of rice cereal for Dudley and Harry, placing it in front of them moments later. She didn't place spoons on Dudley and Harry's trays knowing that they probably wouldn't use them anyway.

Dudley being the little boy that he was just stuck a hand into his bowl and brought the food to his mouth. Harry frowned however and looked hard at his tray as if trying to find out what was wrong.

Petunia saw this, and thinking he didn't like the food spat out, "What."

"Hawwy spoo'?" Harry asked in his soft voice. Petunia didn't understand but after looking at the tray realized what he was saying.

"You want a spoon?" Petunia asked. Harry nodded and held out his tiny hands. Mrs. Dursley handed him a spoon and watched as Harry slowly but surely ate his cereal.

As the years passed weird unexplainable things started to happen, not that the elder Dursleys noticed. For instance when Harry turned three a mysterious bat rattle appeared in his crib. When he was four a duck toy appeared now this in itself would not have been weird but the duck had sharp teeth and bullet holes through it. The thing that the Dursleys finally noticed happened in Harry's first year of school.

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"Okay everyone! Today we're all going to sing the Halloween songs we wrote!" Mrs. Lenn said happily.

Mrs. Lenn looked around her kindergarten class. She noticed Dudley take his cousins paper. Harry seemed put out but pretended that it didn't matter. Mrs. Lenn frowned slightly. That boy needed to learn how to stand up for himself. Her blue eyes twinkled with an idea.

"Harry do you want to go first?" She asked hoping that he would tell her that Dudley took his paper.

Instead, Harry got up from his seat and walked to the front of the class. Twisting his hands nervously in his shirt he took a deep breath of air. As he did so there was a change in air pressure.

"Boys and girls of every age

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?" He started his voice light. "Come with us and you will see

This, our town of Halloween."

The other occupants of the classroom looked at Harry eagerly. The air pressure changed again, and so did Harry's voice.

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween.

Pumpkins scream in the dead of night. This is Halloween, everybody make a scene. Trick or treat till the neighbours gonna die of fright." Mrs. Lenn looked at Harry sharply, the way he said that, it sounded so unlike Harry.

"It's our town, everybody scream. In this town of Halloween." Harry sang in his normal voice, raising his hands above his head. There was a crack of lightning outside, as Harry crouched under the desk in front. Everyone looked at him.

"I am the one hiding under your bed.

Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red." He growled, he stood up swiftly and hid behind Mrs. Lenn.

"I am the one hiding under your stairs.

Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair." The wind outside started to pick up wildly, whistling.

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween.

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! In this town we call home.

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song. In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise. Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can. Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream!" The final word was punctuated by a loud clap of thunder. Suddenly creeping black smog was on the floor.

"This is Halloween. Red 'n' black, slimy green. Aren't you scared? Well, that's just fine. Say it once, say it twice. Take the chance and roll the dice. Ride with the moon in the dead of night. Everybody scream, everybody scream. In our town of Halloween." Mrs. Lenn's bright yellow locks were whipping around her head as power seemed to roll off of Harry.

"I am the clown with the tear-away face. Here in a flash and gone without a trace. I am the 'who' when you call, 'Who's there?' I am the wind blowing through your hair. I am the shadow on the moon at night. Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere. Life's no fun without a good scare. That's our job, but we're not mean, in our town of Halloween. In this town. Don't we love it now? Everyone's waiting for the next surprise.

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back, and scream like a banshee. Make you jump out of your SKIN! This is Halloween, everyone scream. Won't ya please make way for a very special

guy. Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin Patch. Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now. This is Halloween, this is Halloween. Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home. Everyone hail to the pumpkin song." Harry whispered finally the storm finally dying down.

"Madyln get Priest Fleming." Madyln, a small brown haired girl with freckles nodded and ran out of the room. Harry stood at the front of the room, a pale white.

"Did I do bad?" He asked timidly. Mrs. Lenn walked over.

"No, you did awesome little guy."

"Why's eve'yone scared." Harry whispered eyes downcast. Laurie Lenn was startled that Harry had noticed. But then again he was a very observant child.

"The storm scared them, but your song made them not so scared."

"Really?" Harry asked her, eyes shining with hope.

"Yes."

"You needed to see me Mrs. Lenn?" Priest Fleming asked, noticing that young Madyln went to huddle with the rest of her year mates.

Mrs. Lenn walked over to the man and started to whisper rapidly in his ear. Fleming replied lowly, sometimes interjecting her. The priest nodded and called Harry over. Harry scrambled over eagerly.

"Harry Potter, I presume?"

"Yes, sir!" Harry chirped.

"I am going to say some names tell me if you recognize any of them."

"Okay."

"Aekre, Bia, Braegnok," as Fleming said these names he watched Harry's face closely for any reaction. ",Crael, Eraeos, Gaez, Heziah, Hoaht, Hyathoth, Ibusa, Ikthyia, Laone, Lyr, Nezbelthar, Raohoah, Rezkaah, Seth, Syggha,

Veros-Lykkah, Zeohn."

Harry hadn't reacted to any of the names. This confused the priest, could the boy be possessed by the Devil himself? In a split decision he said the name out loud.

"Satan, Lucifer." Harry didn't react.

"How could you!" Mrs. Lenn screamed. "Have you any idea what you've done! You've called upon his name! You've doomed us all!"

The room was suddenly on fire, a hot blazing fire. A then a black smog filled the room and dissolved, taking the students, Mrs. Lenn and the priest with it.

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"No! NO! It can't be!" Oogie yelled, as the Cottage drew power from the beings in Halloween Town to save it's new King.

"It's going to bring him here! Now! But I placed the cloth onto the candle!"

"Maybe it fell off." Shock offered. Oogie glared at the witch.

"It was you wasn't it! You filthy little wrench!" Oogie said, flinging the girl into a wall with a wave of a wand. "Crucio!"

"Leave her alone!" Barrel shouted. Oogie spared him a glance, before lifting the spell.

"I'll be watching you Shock. One more step out of line...and when the boy gets here, kill him before he adapts."

...TNBC/HP...

"...amazing thing has happened at Surrey Chapel School today. It seems that resident Priest Fleming uttered the name of the Devil, summoning him into a kindergarten classroom, where only moments before young Harry Potter was thought to be possessed by a demon. This summoning created a roaring fire, making the room like a furnace where they would be burned alive. Miraculously the fire didn't spread to any part of the building except Mrs. Laurie Lenn's classroom. The same black smog that had been seen while Mr. Potter was, and I use this term loosely 'possessed', came to the rescue, moving all occupants of the classroom into the woods nearby, away from danger. The real question, was the rescue due to a possessed boy, a godsend, or some other outside force? The story with Maureen Leonard, channel 7 news." The male news anchor announced as the camera shifted to a young brunette who stood in front of Surrey Chapel School.

"I'm here in front of Surrey Chapel School, standing next to me right now is Priest Fleming. Tell me, what urged you to speak the Devil's name?"

"Now, I do realize it was a rash decision, but the boy did not respond to any demon name, however all factors of what happened in the classroom earlier pointed to him being possessed. I have a tape if you would like to see." Fleming said pulling out a tape. Maureen motioned for someone to bring a TV. As the tape played Priest Fleming commentate.

"See here you see shapes flitting around him. This black smog comes from nowhere, and his voice, changing multiple times, and here!" Fleming stopped the tape. "Here, his eyes, they are glowing red."

"Well, it seems we've collected a lot of information on this tragic event, stayed tuned for more after the break..."

"YOU NASTY LITTLE FREAK! IF YOU HADN'T SAVED MY DUDLEY, YOU'D BE OUT IN THE STREETS FOR USING MAGIC!" Petunia shouted as she saw the news. Harry stared at he wide eyed.

"I didn't use magic!" He sobbed.

"Petunia, don't yell at the boy." Petunia deflated and looked at her husband.

"Vernon, how could you say that!"

"Pet, it is about time you saw this." Vernon went upstairs and came back down with a black envelope. Petunia scanned it and frowned.

"I don't care! Throw him in the closet or something! Just get him out of my sight!"

And just like that Harry was moved into the cupboard, by Vernon who felt that a closet was too small, and harsh.

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Dudley, now 9 years old, grinned. Sneaking out of his bed he lay on his stomach ready to grab a snack from under his bed. But as he lifted the cover he saw sharp teeth and glowing red eyes.

"Daaaad! Daaaad!" Dudley wailed. Vernon bumbled into his son's room.

"Dudders? It's three in the morning. What is it?"

"M-monster. Under the bed."

"Dudley, your nine years old! There are no monsters. Go back to sleep." Vernon mumbled before going back to his room.

"But. But." Dudley warily looked under the bed. There was nothing.

{I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.}

It hit Dudley like a brick wall. The freak was behind it, with his stupid magic and stuff. Every since that day in kindergarten.

Dudley didn't know it but that day, something had changed. Something that had been kept at bay for too long. Something that had been tampered with.

A/N any guesses to who Oogie Boogie is? Also Harry goes to Hogwarts next chapter.