Title: Blood Doesn't Make Family
Rating: T
Pairing: None
Spoilers: No major ones, but I may have missed one or two specific ones. Though with this story any spoilers are very minimal anyways
Warnings: None that I can think of
Disclaimer: Should have put this with the other chapters, but didn't think of it since it's obvious. Harry Potter and Supernatural are not mine
AN: So since school is about to start up for me, I may not be able to update twice a week. It will probably end up being only once a week. Sorry if that crushes anyone's excitement for two updates a week, but being a full International Baccalaureate student tends to take away a lot of free time. But I do want to thank everyone who is still reading this story, and I also want to thank Punkinless for helping me edit it too. If I haven't mentioned it before, she has a pretty dark Supernatural story going on that is creepily good.

Harry frantically opened his eyes, not remembering where he was at first, but he then slowly looked around the room he was in and recalled what happened the day before. He took a breath and collected his thoughts. It all seemed too surreal to him, after all, he had an inkling that magic was real because of the small things that happened to him that couldn't be explained, but he never thought that he would ever meet an angel or demon in his life. Looking at the bedside clock after resting his head back down against the pillow, Harry saw that it was 5:30 in the morning – the time that he woke up at every morning for as long as he could remember.

His body became used to waking up at that time so he would have enough time to do some quick chores around the house and start breakfast for the others to have it ready by the time they came into the kitchen. He learned a long time ago that even if he only got a few hours of sleep, it was way better than getting hit with the belt or whip first thing in the morning just because the food wasn't on the table before the Dursleys sat down to eat. But the food couldn't be placed out too soon, or God forbid it grows cold. Harry would then find himself having to make it all over again – this time with the knowledge that he would get it worse than usual once Vernon had his fill to eat. The wasted food would then just be thrown away in the trash, and Harry would have no chance to eat any more than a sacred single piece of burnt toast if he was lucky.

He grew up real quick, learning what would get him only a few punches and what would get him a few broken bones. And with it came the self-taught know how of taking care of his own injuries through a long process of trial and error over the years. He definitely had the practice.

Not being able to go back to sleep – even though he knew he could – it was hard to break a habit that was so ingrained into his daily routine that his body was used to. Already his mind and body was assessing what injuries were the worst, what ones he knew were okay to push, and what ones were almost healed. Along with that was the check to see if any old injuries were flaring up and would cause problems. Harry was happy to look at the ceiling and take comfort in the feeling of having no pain for once – it was a feeling he doesn't remember feeling at all in his life, and it was pure bliss.

With his body still going through the motions of a regular morning, Harry mindlessly swung his feet out from underneath the silk sheets that slid off his legs and body. Letting his feet sink into the plush carpet below, he immediately sprung to work making the bed. Pillows off, sheets pulled taunt, comforter swung straight, sheets tucked under the mattress, pillows grabbed and placed neatly back onto the bed, then smoothing out any remaining wrinkles or creases that could be taken out by hand. In a matter of minutes, the bed was made up again for the night, and Harry stood at the foot of it, content smile on his face.

Harry stifled a yawn as he looked to see some clothes folded up on the table beside the bed. He glanced down at the pajamas that Gabriel had made for him the night before – they were just simple black sweatpants and a slightly baggy green shirt which was very comfortable. Harry grabbed the pile of clothes and unfolded them to take a look to see what was there. A simple white cotton t-shirt with blue jeans. He then stripped down to his underwear before slipping the clothes onto his slim frame. Both the jeans and shirt definitely fit him a lot better than the clothes he was used to wearing. Picking up the recently discarded clothes, Harry folded them up nicely, and then placed them where he found the clothes that he was currently wearing.

These new clothes felt foreign to him; after all, he was used to Dudley's old, raggedy clothes that had to be held up by pieces of rope since he was not worth getting a belt for in the minds of the Dursleys. Add in the wear and tear from the daily beatings to the already old clothes, and you got clothes that were hanging on by threads. Harry welcomed this new feeling of clothes that fit properly.

He padded out of the room and went from walking on carpet to walking on wood flooring. Not having been outside the room he was previously in, Harry was hesitant to wander around without knowing where he was allowed to go and where he wasn't. He looked around the room he just entered, and saw several black leather couches and chair surrounding a very fancy looking wood table that was standing on an equally fancy rug that had different designs on it. In front of these was a rather large flat screen television. Looking to the left of the room, he saw a doorway that led to what appeared to be a small hallway, to his right was a door that was cracked open slightly to reveal a bathroom, and almost center in the back of the living room was another doorway that was open without doors that showed what Harry was looking for: the kitchen.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, a skill he learned while living with the Dursleys, Harry made his way to the kitchen and flicked on a light. What greeted him was a rather modern looking kitchen with a sleek look to the decoration and appliances. There was a definite dark feel to it though with the dark color scheme, but it somehow worked. Given who lived here though, it didn't serve much of a surprise. Harry looked through all of the cabinets and closets to acquaintance himself as to where the pots and pans were along with what dry food and ingredients were here. Next he moved to look into the refrigerator and freezer to see what was stored there.

He wasn't quite sure what his new family liked to eat, so he decided to start making a little bit of a few common breakfast items. It was after spending time trying to find everything that Harry made the decision to only stick with one main food, and have a few several side dishes. So Harry grabbed stuff to make pancakes with sides of sausage, hash browns, and fruit salad made with whatever types of fruit he found. He then also grabbed a bowl to start making the pancake batter in before getting a pan out to place on the stovetop.

Just as Harry began mixing together some of the ingredients for the pancakes, he was interrupted by the sound of Crowley walking in. He turned to look at the demon, and was confused to see an equally confused look on the other's face.

"What's this?" Harry looked down at the bowl of dry ingredients for the pancakes and bit his lip.

"Well, I figured that you guys would want some breakfast to eat when you woke up, so I went ahead and started to make some..." He trailed off and steadily talked lower and lower until Crowley could not hear what he was saying clearly, though he did think he heard something along the lines of "would not want me anymore if I didn't do anything."

"Harry, darling, you did not have to do this. I guess it slipped my mind to tell you that demons and angels don't need to eat. Gabriel went out and got all this food for you before he left to go do whatever it is that he does these days – though I'm sure he'd still eat any food made for him for some odd, unknown reason." At Harry's bracing look, one that made it seem like he did something wrong, the demon was quick to smooth over the boy's fears.

"Don't worry about it, luv. Make whatever you want to eat, and I'm sure that if the angel stops by he'll take a bite to eat. And don't feel the need to wake up and make breakfast every morning. You're only feeding yourself, so you can eat whenever you want." Harry looked at the demon and saw no malice or harm intended in his eyes. He took a minute to think about what was just said to him, and became curious at the mention of Gabriel not living there.

"Sir, er—" Crowley interrupted him.

"Just call me Dad, unless you would prefer to call me by my name for now." Harry opted to try getting used to calling his new father by the proper name.

"Umm, Dad, what you said about Gabriel, you're saying that he doesn't live here with you?"

"No, he does not. Something you should know, Harry, is that Gabriel is sort of hiding from his family. Very few know who he is under the disguise he has placed on himself."

"What do you mean?"

"I am saying that it may be best if you were to get used to calling him by a different name for when we're out of the house. He actually has a few names. For starters, you obviously know him as Gabriel, but he is also known as the pagan god, Loki, and also as the Trickster. I have to admit that for an archangel, he does a pretty good job at being the Trickster." Crowley briefly thought about the few deaths caused by the Trickster, and he would have been proud to actually claim the killings as his own since they were quite inventive.

"So you're saying not to call him Gabriel?"

"Nah, I'm telling this the wrong way." Crowley looked up at the ceiling before looking back at his soon to be son. "All I'm sayin' is to be careful what you call him depending on what company we have. It would do him no good to be found out."

"Then how did you find out who he was if he's been so secretive about it?"

"That, my boy, is a story for another day. I do believe that you are probably very hungry, so I shall leave you be while you eat. Me on the other hand, I'll be getting a room ready for the ritual that we'll be doing today." At Harry's nod, Crowley walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway of doors where he disappeared behind one of them with a click of the door. Harry finished making up some food for himself, and ate silently at the small table in the center of the kitchen.

While Crowley was walking around the room getting various supplies together, Gabriel popped in and watched while the other worked. He cocked his head and tried to piece together all that the demon was drawing on the floor. The angel silently watched as he let the other get everything ready for the ritual. Crowley eventually had everything that needed to be drawn and together on a nearby table. He stood up from the floor and turned to face his friend.

"I know you just got here, angel, but I don't think it would be wise if you were to stick around for the next events." Gabriel gave him a questioning look as his head tilted to the side, and Crowley explained further, "Demon ritual that may not react well with your grace while you're in the room. It could end up harming any one of us, or it may not. Better to be safe than sorry."

"Yeah, I see your point."

"So why not come back in two hours or so? We'll be all done in here by then." Gabriel nodded in understanding before disappearing from sight. Crowley wiped his hands on a rag to get the chalk off and walked to the door to get Harry for the ritual.

Crowley led Harry into the room that he disappeared to earlier, and the boy was in awe at what he saw. It was a stone floor room that had several bookshelves lining the walls containing various bottles and books. There was a rather large table that stood at the farthest end away from the door. On the floor were several symbols that outlined two circles that came together to touch at one point, almost looking like an eight or infinity symbol depending on how you looked at it. Harry bent down closer to look at what was drawn. There was also a small circle that went around the point the two larger ovals connected together. He reached a hand out to touch the lines, but thought better of it when Crowley called over to him from the table that it was only chalk and would smear easily.

The demon looked over to the boy who appeared to be very interested in the work that he had done earlier in the day while the other was eating, and smiled. Here was a child that he was able to rescue, and who willingly chose to become the older man's son. Still smiling, Crowley grabbed the wooden bowl that already had a few various ingredients in it, and called over to Harry to get his attention.

"Come over here for a moment so I can let you know what will be going on. As you can see, I already did the honors of setting everything up for this shindig, and now it only needs a few more things. As I am sure you have noticed, there are the two larger circles that have the smaller circle intersecting in both. You will be sitting in the one closest to the table here, and I shall be sitting in the other one. This bowl will be placed in the smaller circle between us. You with me so far?" At Harry's nod, he continued. "I already mixed all that is needed here in this bowl except two things: your blood and my blood. What I will be doing then is taking this knife to make a small slit on the inside of both your hands, along with mine. We let the bowl fill with both our blood for a few minutes before I mix all the stuff in it together. With it, I will be drawing a sigil on both of your hands before drawing a line on your forehead, and placing a handprint of it on your chest over your heart – it's easiest if we have our shirts removed. You'll then need to do the same for me, and the sigil is simple to draw, so don't fret over it. After that is done, we join hands together and I'll be saying a few lines of Latin to finish it off. Sound good to you?" Harry nodded again. "Well then, let's get started."

Before they were able to continue, Harry had a quick question. "Will it change me at all?"

"Well, you know that it will make you half demon, though not in the typical way normal ones are. You won't be a cambion. Half demons created through this ritual are very rare, since no demon ever wants to willingly be bonded with a human. From what I know, you'll probably gain a few special powers from being part demon. I wouldn't be surprised if you got one or two of mine since we'll be bonded as family. And I'm sure your natural magic will help in making your powers, well, more powerful. Though we'll just need to see and find out. And another quick thing, I wouldn't be surprised if your outward appearance changed at all."

With a grin, Crowley set the wooden bowl back down again and started to remove his suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt with Harry following the same actions. They both placed the removed clothes on the table and went to sit at their designated spots, Crowley of course bringing the bowl and knife along with. They sat down cross-legged before the bowl was placed in the circle that went through both of their chosen circles.

"Give me your left hand." Harry held out his left hand where it was held in the warm grasp of Crowley's grip as he went and cut a quick line across the palm. He was then instructed to keep it held over the bowl as his other palm was also cut. Crowley quickly did the same to his own hands, and the two of them stayed still for a few minutes as their blood slowly dripped down to be collected together in the bowl. After Crowley deemed there to be enough blood, he took his right hand and slowly mixed together what was there with his fingers, left hand holding the bowl in place. Harry held out his hands as he was instructed earlier, palms facing the ground, and waited as his soon to be father dipped his right pointer finger into the mix. He reached out and drew what looked to be an eight with a circle surrounding it on both of Harry's hands. Crowley brought his hand back to the bowl where he got some more of the bloody mixture on his fingers to swipe across Harry's forehead. Next, he placed the whole palm of his right hand into the mix, and brought it to the child's chest where he placed a bloody handprint above his heart. Harry did the same to the man sitting across from him, and soon they both were joining hands as Crowley began reciting the words needed to finish the ritual to bind them together as father and son.

As soon as Crowley neared the end of the string of Latin words, a green light began to appear between their intertwined palms. Slowly it grew bigger and fluxed a bit before breaking off into lines that sluggishly swirled around them. They began to pick up their pace before it seemed like a green orb was surrounding them. Just as quick as it was to surround them, the light came to a halt and split into eight lines. Each of the lines went to where the blood was drawn on their bodies and was absorbed into the skin. The light between their palms died out, and the ritual was complete.

When Crowley released his grip on Harry's hands, the boy suddenly fell over on the spot and did not move an inch. The new father rushed to his son's side and felt for a beating heart or sign of life. He was relieved to find one, and his fears of the ritual being too much for the young wizard were instantly quelled, though he did already notice a few outward changes to the boy.

Crowley got up and went to the bathroom where he grabbed a washcloth before going to the kitchen where he grabbed another bowl before filling it with warm water. He made his way back to Harry where he soaked the washcloth in the water before bringing it to the child's face and cleaning away the bloody mixture that had begun to drip down his cheeks. He then submerged the washcloth back into the pink water before bringing it to Harry's chest and cleaning away his dripping handprint. Next was the sigils on his hands, and noticing the gradually oozing cuts on Harry's palms, Crowley went and grabbed several more strips of cloth to use for the time being to stop the bleeding.

Satisfied that the boy was clean enough for now, Crowley set to work rubbing away the bloody lines and handprint on his own body before he was interrupted by a knock at the door. He stood up again and let the washcloth drop into the bowl of reddish water. He walked over to the door of the room and opened it to reveal the very person, er, angel that he wanted to see.

"Gabriel, nice of you to stop by!" Gabriel gave him a look before voicing his thought.

"Dude, you're the one who told me to come back in a few hours – don't act all surprised to see me. So how'd your demon thingy work out?"

"You tell me. Does he feel any different to your angel touch?" Crowley opened the door more to let the angel pass by and into the room where he saw Harry laying on the ground. Gabriel went to his side with concern and did a swipe of his hand over Harry's body.

"He seemed fine with my quick check; he probably passed out from the changes that his body will continue to go through to accommodate the demon blood now in him." Gabriel nodded at Crowley's words and supplied some of his own.

"You're right – he's completely fine, but his body is definitely going through a few changes. I honestly would have been surprised if he didn't pass out like he did. Other than that, it looks like his magic core is still mostly there."

"What do you mean, mostly there?"

"Well, it looks like a small part of it changed. It was a bright white before when I had first looked at it last night, but now it looks like it is a few shades darker, and a few shades to the left of the color spectrum."

"So you're saying that it was white before, and now it's a dark red color?"

"Jackpot. I wouldn't worry too much about it – it's probably the demon part of him taking advantage of the natural magic to make itself better or stronger. We'll just have to find out and see once he's all rested up and ready for some tests." Gabriel said. Crowley looked at him with a "what are you talking about" face and an exasperated sigh.

"Tests? You make it sound like he's a lab rat or something to be prodded with sticks." Gabriel gave a short laugh before he was silenced by the demon's glare. He then held his hands up in defeat.

"Whatever." Crowley looked at Gabriel with a certain look of curiosity and stepped closer to him.

"What's got you so uptight in a bunch?"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing." The archangel waved a hand is dismissal.

"Oh come on, just tell me and get it over with." Crowley impatiently looked at Gabriel as he knelt down next to his new son. The angel looked contemplative as he decided whether or not to tell the other what was on his mind. At another look by the demon, Gabriel gave up.

"Fine. Tweedledee and Tweedledum found out that I'm Gabriel today…" He trailed off with a pouty look on his face that only made the demon crack a smile and a laugh to accompany it.

"I told you it was only a matter of time before they found out – especially since they have one of your brothers with them." Gabriel looked at Crowley. "What? It's only a matter of time before they come poking around my place for the colt. Of course I've been keeping an eye on them. I plan to move to one of my other houses soon, maybe the one in California, though I am sure you will not like it since I have it angel proofed. I figure it's safest that way while teaching Harry what I can." A nod came from the other man in the room.

"I see your point and you have valid reasons to back it up, I just don't like it. Promise me that you'll either leave a room free of the symbols, or you'll move back to this place after you're done playing teacher. I want to teach the kid some tricks of my own." Crowley only rolled his eyes in response because a movement from the ground caught the attention of both of the guys in the room. The new father instantly turned his full attention onto Harry, as did Gabriel from a small distance away as to make sure that the boy did not feel too crowded while he was waking up and becoming alert to the world.