The Demon-Who-Lived

Chapter 3

The Arrival.

A/N: Good evening Stormtroopers, JD-3164 reporting, and we're back with another chapter of The Demon-Who-Lived.

In this chapter, Harry is finally taken towards Endsville so not only will the Dursley's finally get rid of him, but also so he can reunite with his biological father. As you can all tell, this will reveal the affair Lily and Nergal had, so don't be surprised once Sis and Nergal argue. This also may be a short chapter, but that'll depend.

Anyway, I don't own either franchise, because I was only a child when this came out.

3 years later...

England, Friday, June 5th, 3pm, 4 Privet Drive...

The time in England would declare letting out for the weekend, and children would be coming and screaming happily, some would cry happy tears, but most importantly...they were pleased that it was the weekend. And all of the children were also happy, because this was one more week of school before they had 3 months of no schoolwork. They were just full of joy.

Well, at least for most of the children, all except a 3 year old toddler from 4 Privet Drive.

This 3 year old toddler was no ordinary toddler. He was being raised by his abusive Uncle Vernon who was the size of a walrus and extremely disliking Aunt Petunia who had the neck of a giraffe, and bullied by his cousin Dudley, who was pretty much like a fat pig. This toddler was forced to do stuff no toddler should ever do, but because of his Aunt and Uncle, he had too.

The toddler, ever since he could walk, was forced to cook, forced to mow the lawn, and forced to just be some sort of slave. And what did he get in return? Very few beatings, but still with very limited food.

Everything almost resolved with a beating. If he cried, he would be beaten. If it was his birthday, he would be beaten. If he fucked up any bit, he would be beaten. It's like they wouldn't stop, no matter how much he tried to behave, they just wouldn't ease up to their own nephew.

2 years...2 years of abuse the toddler had suffered. While his cousin got his own bedroom, he was forced to sleep in a cupboard. While his family ate a lot, he was given very little. He was beaten, ignored, and was like a child with no will to fight for.

And you know what adds to a big injury to an even bigger injury? This child was famous. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, 3 year old Harry James Potter.

However, this Friday would be a very lucky one...

It occurred at the exact same time when Vernon Dursley was looking at something of his sister-in-laws. He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading Lily's journal, believing that this may help a little when he tells his freak of a nephew how his parents died. His wife had taken their now 4 year old son named Dudley for a little stroll across town, although it was quite difficult to do since Dudley was having a massive tantrum. But he was now being quiet and enjoying time to himself as he read what remained of his sister in-law. It was at the end where he noticed something incredibly odd.

It was then at that same moment, he glared at the doorway, and saw his 3-year old nephew peek his head out of the cupboard. Almost like an instant, the walrus sized man stood up from his chair, and placed the journal into a backpack, which also contained birth records, and various other papers.

He then marched towards the cupboard door, and barked loudly. "BOY! Come out here!". His really small nephew did as he commanded, looking more of 1 than 3.

"Yes, Uncwe-" the toddler responded to the command, but before he could finish, his uncle grabbed him, and marched outside to his car, shoving the child into the backseat.

Later...

Endsville, same day, 7pm...

Harry emerged from a massive slumber that he was in during the time towards America, surprised at what he saw. He'd never been outside 4 Privet Drive or even the cupboard, and like most toddlers his age, was apt. to see new areas. It was a little difficult for him to do since his uncle had a massive girth in the way, and whenever the glimpses he had of the city were silenced when his uncle smacked him. They were no longer inside their traditional car, as they went from the car, to a plane, then they were now in a red truck.

The truck pulled over, which was revealed to be a jeep, and the man who was driving turned towards his uncle and spoke quickly with an accent and was pointing down. Surprisingly, Harry looked down, and all he could see was just the floor of the car. Little did he know that this wasn't where the driver was referring to.

Curious, the toddler than began to ask questions.

"Where are we?" the answer he got back was rough and hurtful, but it was expected.

"Shut up! Be patient." his uncle responded, and kicked the boy in good measure. After the payment was done, he turned his attention back to the driver.

"You said he lives here? In the center of the earth?" the driver nodded. Vernon then made a serious sigh, before he grabbed the boy's arm, then dragged him out of the car. Then, he walked a total of 20 meters before he pulled the boy up to face level began growling...like a bulldog.

"Listen up, boy. I'm doing this for you, so you better be grateful. I'm going to call someone, and you will get into their car, and never in our home again! Understood?" "Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry said with a nodding response. "Good, now stay here." he growled, before he walked back to the jeep.

Harry, now having the chance to do so, looked around, and saw the entire town. It was quite dark, but at the same time to him, it also looked common, but that wasn't what it actually was. It was like a ordinary town, except this town had a big secret, which was extremely black.

Harry turned around and saw his uncle holding a phone. He wondered who he was calling, but he would know soon enough...

Nergal was having a very quiet time, but that may have been because it was the weekend. His son had come home and did his homework, and left with his friends before coming home and just relaxing on his bed. With what he did with Sis, they went for a walk in the park, and went to the disco for some of their time. It was a very fine day for Nergal, very fine indeed.

As he placed the garbage bags in the trash cans, a very loud RING! RING!, was heard. 'Who would be calling at a time like this?' he wondered. Ignoring his doubts, he walked into the kitchen to answer the phone.

"Hello?" he asked with a confused voice.

"I've come to return your son to you." a gruffled voice said over the phone. Nergal was quite startled, whoever this man was wasn't happy, and wanted things over with as soon as possible.

"Excuse me? Could you say that again?" He asked, beginning to babble.

"Shut the fuck up! Yes, I've come to return your son to you, along with his papers, and that brat will live with you."

Nergal was already getting nervous, especially since this felt like a man who couldn't be trusted. "But, t-this can't happen! How is this even possible?"

"It has, and it's possible because if you didn't want a child, you shouldn't have gone fucking other random women you fucking cocksucker, namely his mother."

Nergal was starting to become incredibly scared. "B-but-"

"Come up to the surface and reclaim your son, freak! NOW!" the gruffled voice yelled, being very final and rage filling. There wasn't anymore excuses, he had to take this child away!

Nergal very scared walked towards the garage. He was angry over that the man called him a freak, a word that both he and his son hated, well, sons to be exact. But he was more afraid of the man's voice, as he was incredibly fearful and loud.

Nergal got into his car, and started driving to the surface. During the drive, he wondered how this was possible. 'How did I get another child besides Junior? I never slept with anyone.' he wondered. However, the last sentence hit him like a knife in the gut...he slept with Lily Evans...the same night he came home ashamed.

As Harry looked around the downtown, and suffering numerous kicks because of his wondering by his uncle, the ground all of a sudden was shaking like an earthquake was happening. For a few moments, the ground continued shaking, before eventually, a standard family car came out with a massive drill attached to it.

For a few seconds, the ground remained completely still, almost like it was back to just regular ground. Eventually, the car door opened, and a massive black figure stepped out.

Uncle Vernon was already afraid of the fact that this freak wasn't human, but he kept his fear under a facade of anger and rage.

Nergal than caught the child's eye thanks to the streetlight. Nergal then looked towards the child, and slowly but surely approached him and his uncle. He had messy black hair with very pale skin, and had some bruises like he was beaten badly. He was dressed in some over-sized clothing, such as a red sweater, and khakee shorts, which seemed to be falling down on him. He also had emerald green eyes, and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead.

Nergal's eyes widened in fear, "I-I can't do this! It's not safe!" he said, already beginning to protest.

"Oh really, you seem to live just fine with the fact that you're completely acting like a human, and were confident enough to come here." the walrus grumbled.

"But I can't do it! I'm a demon! He can't stay!" These words had so much vehemence in them that Harry was forced to rock back.

"YOU'RE TAKING YOUR SON WITH YOU, RIGHT NOW!" The big man barked, before he turned his eyes to his nephew, "YES YOU LITTLE FREAK, THIS IS YOUR DAD!"

Harry looked back the figure, no, his father. He had believed his father was dead, but now he was standing right in front of him, alive. But, he also didn't want Harry. After he looked down at the child, Nergal realized what his sound must've sounded like, and he kneeled down in front of the little boy to look at him in the face.

"Hey, buddy, I didn't mean that I don't want you, I just meant that it's not safe to be with me. Do you understand?" He heard the man mutter something about time, but ignored it. Something about the boy however made him ask the next question.

"Do you want to live with me? Would you rather live with me than with him, even if safety is a big thing?" he then nodded with those words towards the heavy man, who was still grumbling like John Wayne Gacy.

"Yes! Yes! I wud wuv to live wit you! I cud finally be fwee!" Harry said, moving his head with so much fervor that Nergal had to stop his movement, being afraid any second he would just faint from how fast he was doing it, and answered with a smile.

"Alright, then you will." With these words, he stood up and stared at the Gacy-like man who had brought this poorly hurt child. Nergal couldn't picture why a toddler would be incredibly anxious to live with a demon...unless if someone worse was with him. Having another child in his home didn't bother him, it was how this new child would picture him. This would also cause him to lose not only a relationship, but someone he could teach to make friends.

"Okay, I'll take him in, you won't see his face again. You won't know him, and if you come to visit this town, don't say anything to him, or I swear to god, I will hunt you down! Got it?"

"Good riddance!" With that, Vernon reached into the backseat of the jeep, the driver staying put by Vernon's orders. Vernon then pulled out a backpack, and tossed it towards Nergal, before getting back into the jeep, which quickly drove off. Nergal just gasped, 'What person would hurt their child so bad? Even I don't disrespect my son like that.' With those thoughts, he motioned the boy to enter his car, but on the passenger side.

As Nergal drove back into the center of the earth, he looked at this new son that he had no idea about. It was extremely hard for him to comprehend that this was his son, because he looked nothing like him, as he was someone else's child altogether. He was happy he kept him though, because he had another friend to be with him.

He chose to save those thoughts for later, as he would have even bigger things to speak with his first son and wife.

Once the car was parked back into the garage, they entered the living room. The next thing Nergal saw was definitely NOT something he was expecting. Junior was sitting on the marble couch, waiting for them. He was dressed in blue short pajamas with teddy bears on them, and a pair of grey slippers.

"Uh, s-son, uh, I-uh didn't expect you here, I thought you were asleep." Nergal said, sweat beeding down his head. This wasn't his plan for a family member of his to just barge in and be waiting for him. But with those actions, he was caught.

"Save it, dad. I heard you on the phone mentioning something about not being possible, and I later heard of something...son related." Junior said with a very devious look, almost ready to violently pounce on his father, but the person who caught his attention the most was the little boy who was holding his father's right hand. Something about this child that Nergal had brought into their home just wanted to make him growl, and just want to scream till he couldn't breathe in anger.

"Where's your mother?" Nergal questioned, looking around the room and seeing no sign of his wife anywhere.

"Asleep. She went to bed early." Junior hissed, bursts of anger filling into his heart as he looked at the small boy. "You have an explanation as to why a toddler is in the house?" he growled.

Nergal held a hand up, something that should've made Junior feel abashed, it only fanned his anger. "Son, relax." he told Junior, he was going to have to stop saying son because he now had two sons, and nobody would know which one he was referring to. Using his free hand, he motioned Junior to move to the side. Junior obeyed, but not without muttering and sputtering.

Nergal led Harry to the couch before he plopped the two of them down. Harry felt slightly uncomfortable on the couch, although that may have been because the couch was made of marble. He felt the couch a few moments with his finger, surprised at rough it was.

Nergal sighed before he turned his head to his eldest, and previously only, son. "Junior, while you were at Winter Camp, and your mother was at Alaska, I slept with another woman. It happened because I felt like your mom abandoned me, and I decided to spend time with another woman. We had some wine, and then I passed out to find out I had sex with the woman. Her name was Lily. Lily Evans."

If there was such thing as an anger test, Junior would've gotten an A+. His anger was boiling to the point where he could explode. His own father, HIS. OWN. FATHER., had literally cheated on his mom, not only did that hurt because of the fact he knew his mom was his dad's only friend, but also because he went his own way to just pork with another woman.

Nergal had seen Junior's anger like spot on. But he'd try his hardest to not let his younger son be hurt. "Junior, I get it you're pissed, and you have every right to be. But don't put it on your brother, it's not his fault he came into the world. Do you understand?" Junior showed no response, all he wanted to do was pounce on the toddler and kill him.

Before Nergal could even blink, Junior launched himself from the coushin and wrapped his hands around Harry's neck, beginning to choke him.

"Junior, no! Let go of him!" Nergal shrieked, pulling Junior to get him off of the child. Junior resisted, he roared in anger as he used all of his strength from his shape changing abilities to kill this kid. The toddler wasn't welcome here, and was just someone who was a liar. It took 5 minutes, but Nergal finally pulled Junior of the toddler.

Harry, after catching his breath due to him gasping for air, immediately started breathing heavily. He was scared the fuck out of his mind, his own brother had tried to strangle him. If it wasn't for his father, he would've died.

Nergal turned his head around and saw the look of horror upon his younger son's face, he looked as if he saw the angel of death. Although the strangulation was horrifying, something had obviously happened to him to make him more afraid than the child dubbed Pud'n.

"Junior! What the fuck is your problem?!" Nergal shouted at his oldest son. He knew Junior was angry, but he didn't expect him to to just jump up and try to kill his brother.

"He doesn't belong here!" Junior growled, his anger reaching his climax. It left him in a rush as he tried to charge at his younger half-brother again, only to be stopped when his father's tentacles wrapped him up like bandages being placed around someone's wound.

"Junior, we do not hurt family members." Nergal spoke like a politician. In no way possible was he going to let any of his family hurt his new son, regardless of what he did or what he is.

"He isn't family! He's a liar! Let me go!" Junior yelled, he wasn't going to rest until that lying sack of shit was dead. Harry just watched his brother be dangled in the air, slowly starting to relax.

"I don't give a fuck! Apologize to him, and I'll release you." Nergal argued. He was trying to end this little feud that his oldest son had to his brother, even though the latter did nothing wrong.

"Ugh...I'm sorry... Jason." Junior sighed, giving him a random name seeing as how his brother wasn't given enough time to introduce himself. It was a dumb mistake that he made that he tried to strangle his brother, because this would only cause the relationship with their father to worsen. His anger was still fuming, but most of it was starting to melt away, mostly trying to stay neutral.

Junior was then placed onto the ground by his father, doing what he commanded. When he looked up after his feet met the stone ground, he saw the little boy smile.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked with a confused tone. He had just tried to kill him, but the boy was smiling.

"I like tha' name."

The two demons just looked at this boy with confused looks. He liked the name Junior had unknowingly given him?

"Don't you know your real name, son? What did your family call you?" Nergal asked. The boy just shrugged.

"Just Boy or Fweak. Sometimes the neighbow Miss Figg would call me Hawwy, but I don' like tha', I'm not haiwy, her cats were haiwy though, they should'v got th' nam'." The boy just gave a great nod, almost like he made a profound statement you would hear at a president's speech. The two demons nodded in acknowledgement as well. Junior however deep down, started to feel bad for his brother. They called him the most hateful word, Freak. He didn't know that feeling caused some sympathy to kick in.

"Alright, well, before we give you the name Jason, let's look inside the bag your uncle left, maybe it'll tell us something." Nergal then walked towards the backpack and started pulling things out, with the first item being a stack of papers. "Hmm...Doctor's papers, aha! Birth records." He was about to view the papers when he first noticed that the name was scribbled out with pen. "Huh, they've marked your name out, as if nobody wanted to know it. Well, we'll give you the name your brother gave you." Nergal then turned his head around. He saw Jason playing with Junior's finger, looking like he didn't mind. 'This doesn't make sense, his brother just tried to kill him and now all of a sudden he's acting like nothing had happened.' Something bad must've happened at the time he lived with his relatives if he really managed to get past his older's brother's attempted murder.

Junior just let Jason play with his finger. He didn't look like he hated him, he DID hate him. He felt like he was just a spoiled brat. He did feel regret for his brother, but that didn't mean he wasn't trusting him yet. It could've been another facade.

Although he didn't look like he wasn't interested in hurting Jason, Nergal wanted to make sure Junior wasn't going to hurt him again, so he proceeded with the following words.

"Junior, I know you have a dislike towards Jason, especially since he's new. But I won't return him, especially since I promised his Uncle I wouldn't. Why try to not get angry and instead shake on it?" he asked with a serious tone.

Junior looked at his father, showing his hatred. He then looked back at Jason, giving a very deadly glare. Jason jumped back in fear, followed by some tears.

"I'm sowwy! I not 'ger 'ny more. Pwease don' hu't me! Unca Vern's bea'ed me if I did't do my chwores! Pwease don' send me away. I don' wanna go back to Aunt 'Tunia!" Nergal gaped at him. He didn't understand why only after a few minutes he would want to get rid of him like a toy that just become broken. His anger fumed when he heard of what his Uncle had did to him. 'God, poor fucking kid. Put under the care of idiotic and hateful creatures.'

Nergal pulled out his phone, it was 7:08pm, a handful of minutes. He was quite surprised because he felt like the time was actually an hour. He then cleared his throat.

"Since this took a little long, let me make this quick. Jason, welcome to your new home. The center of the earth. I know you may have already, but don't become comfy. There's stuff you need to know." Nergal knew he'd have to explain the whole "Condition" towards his younger son sooner or later, even if he did have his own powers, 'Why didn't I think of that? Wouldn't he have some powers like me? Even Junior does!', he pushed that thought aside for later as he saw the look on Jason's face, which told him that the explanation time would be sooner, like IMMEDIATELY.

"Why?" Yep, the continuous whys of childhood have started. Now, how would he answer towards his questions?

"Sit down, Jason." Jason went towards the couch and sat down. The two demons remained standing.

"Jason, in case if you didn't know, we're not fully human. Well, Junior is only half human, while I'm fully demon." Jason began to violently vibrate, as he tried to shield himself from being hurt. Demons were evil, they would kill him. "Now, now, now Jason, we're not going to hurt you. I'm your father after all. We're beings from the center of the earth, but we can do many things because we have powers. We can do things such as electrify people with our tentacles or even shapeshift into something like...hmmm...another person or a pair of pants for example. Does that make sense?" A positive nod came for a response, "So whenever you see something like if we shapeshift into another person, we will possess a few traits that are naturally ours, such as our eyes, so don't be fooled. Also, try not to get too close to the tentacles, we can use them to electrocute you." Nergal than proved his point when 4 snake-like tentacles emerged from his back, before they started coming out longer. The tentacles looked scary to Jason, but Nergal quickly tucked them back in, ending the fear. "Do you understand?" the boy nodded.

"Good. For the shapeshifting ability, we can change our bodies to anything, especially to make ourselves stronger and fit. We can also shapeshift into other people, and even mimic part of their voices. Junior will demonstrate." Nergal said, running to the other side of the room.

"Oh come on, dad!" Junior complained, not wanting to be involved in showing Jason anything.

"No, Junior! I don't care if you dislike your brother, I want you to show your abilities!" he launched back. It didn't matter if his oldest son didn't like his little one, they were still family.

Junior sighed, he couldn't make his way out of this one. With his own power, he shut his eyes, before in a flash, he morphed into the form of Principal Goodvibes, the principal of Endsville elementary.

"Good evening, class!" he said, before he morphed back into his human form. Hey, it was better than being his true form. He than lifted a leg of his pants to show a very weak leg, like it was just a skeleton leg wrapped inside some skin. However, the leg began to shake, before it came out more bulky and strong, while also unintentionally destroying his slipper. He than changed to the form of a motorcycle, before even a pair of pants, (get it?), then back to his human form.

The boy then nodded like a proud statement hit him. "Good." Nergal stated, he was happy his new son knew what they actually were so he wouldn't be freaked out so commonly, although the thing with the tentacles he believed would be something he'd get over with.

Despite him wanting things to be done and over with, Junior chose not to go to his bedroom. He wondered why, and the only answer he got was a gut feeling. What if Jason was actually not trying to get dad to spoil him? What if he was trying to be friendly like his cousin? It left him at a dead end, but his doubt and disliking was still with him.

Nergal then ended up spending the next half hour just sitting on the couch and talking with this son he had. Hey, he was his father, it wasn't a crime to know about him. It was like a little museum, putting pieces together. His favorite color was green, surprising seeing as how that's what their eye color was. His favorite food, what he wanted to do in life. Nergal was surprised at his new son, he was intelligent and wasn't easy to anger like him or Junior, although then again that could change since he was only 3 years old, and he had went through 2 years of painful life. His intelligence kept him the most interested, he sucked knowledge just up like a dust rag, it got everything.

Although he listened, Junior's anger still grew. He knew Jason was trying to get Nergal to treat him like a rotten child, he just knew it. He was like a mixed puzzle, he kept thinking Jason was bad, Jason may not be what he heard, and then what he heard was right. It just was like a strange process, but then again he was exhausted after he returned home from school because of how much homework he was given for just one section of history class.

Nergal then pulled out his phone, the time now said 7:48. Even though it was early evening, he felt like now would be the time for his two children to get some rest. He would have to explain everything to Sis tomorrow, even though he wished he just told her of what he did that weekend, he didn't know something from it would return to haunt him. Oh well, at least he had another friend like he said before: "Who makes a friend better then a family member?"

"Alright kids, I'm gonna get to bed. Are you kids also ready?" Jason shook his head no, but the response got destroyed because before he knew it, a massive yawn escaped his mouth. Junior also let out a yawn, before his eyelids started to droop. Nergal just laughed.

"Come on, let me take you two towards your bedroom. Oh wait," a thought just popped into his mind, ",hang on, I'll be right back.", he then zoomed upstairs, leaving the two boys alone.

It was then that Jason had lifted his hand. Although Junior's eyelids were drooping shut, he could still see what his brother was doing.

'Don't do it, Junior, he just wants you under his mind control.' he thought to himself, and for moments, chose to leave him hanging. But still, Jason wouldn't let his hand lift down.

Moments and moments passed, and Jason still held his hand up for a handshake. He wasn't going to give up yet on his brother. Despite his smile and held out hand, Jason was nervous on the inside.

'What if he actually hate me wike he showed? I don' wanna give up on him.'

Nergal finally returned down the stairs, with a smile on his face. "Junior, Jason will be staying in your room."

Junior's eyes widened as if he just heard he was diagnosed with cancer. 'No,nonononononono!' his mind yelled, there was no way this kid was sleeping in his bedroom.

As if a part of a movie was playing, he rushed up the stairs. "Why my room?" he freaked as he rushed into the bedroom. He gasped as he saw something he never saw in his life.

Inside Junior's small bedroom was a bunk-bed. It was obviously new since his father most likely used his powers to construct it, as the tools were in the garage, and no noise came out.

For once, Junior was proud. "Alright!" he exclaimed happily. And without further delay, he climbed the ladder, and fell onto the top bed, stretching after laying down.

"Ah, so Junior has already taken the top? Sorry, slow poke." Nergal teased Jason. The ladder looked down with emotion, surprised he was actually given a room instead of a cupboard,although he didn't know what to say.

"What's the matter, Jason? Aren't you excited that you have your own bed to sleep in?"

Jason slowly nodded his head, "I jus' don' kno' what to say. Unca' Vern's usually kept me in a cupboa'd, and Aunt 'Tunia igno'ed me except fo' when she taught me to cook."

Nergal's eyes glowed again, they hurt his precious baby by forcing him to sleep in an area where no child should sleep. He was now more than thankful he took his son off their hands. "Well, buddy, I want you to forget about them, you're not going back anytime soon."

The small boy then turned towards his father, having eyes that threatened to show out tears, a sign of hope. "Weally?" The demon nodded his head. With this, the 3 year old toddler jumped into his father's chest. All Nergal could do was smile. He then placed the toddler into the bottom bed, while Junior quickly got up to brush.

"Goodnight, Jason, I'll see you in the morning." The next words that tumbled out startled yet pleased the older demon.

"Good nigh', daddy. Thank you fo' a good home." Nergal widely grinned as he turned the light off.

When Nergal left the room, he was startled to see Junior standing outside the bathroom, looking very angry.

"You do know you're gonna have to tell mom tomorrow you had another child, right?" The younger demon raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I know, but I don't care. I'm not giving Jason away." he pointed at his oldest son, "But you are my main priority. Junior, please be nice to Jason. He's had a rough life, don't make it worse on him." He pleaded.

"But what if he's trying to get you to like him over me, or make you want to spoil him?" Junior asked, the fear now climbing out of his face.

"Junior, he's not trying to get me to like him over you, or make him rotten. He just needs love, and some encouragement to make friends."

"But what if what he's saying is actually a lie?" Junior raised his voice a little, but still not enough to finally awaken his mother.

"It doesn't matter if it's not accurate, because he's my son, and that's to me all that really matters. Junior, please, be nice to Jason. Maybe if you show some light, he'll look up to you as your friend."

Junior was still doubting what his father was telling him, but some truth from his statement was hitting him like a knife in the gut, causing a level of guilt. He believed that most of the campers were nice until he realized some of the classmates fooled him into freezing the counselor. He also wanted to be the center of attention by freezing the other campers, but it only caused things to be worse. Maybe Jason did want to be friends, but his hate blinded him. He decided for the night to just keep both of his thoughts to level out the odds.

"Okay. But I'm not promising I'll like him." Junior sighed, before he went back towards his bedroom.

Nergal finally sighed as well before he crawled into his own bedroom with his own wife.

A/N: And that's the end of that! Took long too, like 2 or 3 days to make. I also want to say sorry for the constant thoughts going on in Junior's mind, it's that he has a lack of trust for his new brother, but at the same time he has a lack of doubt. Thankfully, this will be taken care of for the next chapter. Also, like this chapter promises, we'll see Sis's reaction next time, although the argument between her and Nergal won't be happening, because my mind can't stand constant arguing. Also, the glamour charms will finally be removed from Jason in the next chapter, so be prepared.

Also, some of the dialogue from The Child of a Monster was reused. I apologize to the author of that story if he dislikes it that I used some of the words he picked for his story, while I edited it a little to make mind different.

Okay, so R&R, destroy the Rebels, and I'll return with a new chapter next time. Don't forget to leave a review, and I'll see you all later.