Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor do I own Kyou Kara Maoh / God save our king. They belong to their respective authors and copyright owners. I am merely borrowing them for awhile to get rid of the plot that is currently occupying my brain.

Summary: Harry gets sucked into a portal to another world. He finds out that he is a demon king in this different world. Harry has always been a hero. Can he really become a demon king? KKM/HP crossover. Yuri Shibuya doesn't exist.

Warning: Slash Pairing confirmed. Harry/Wolfram

A/N: On my very long flight to India, I had a little time to write. When I got here however the heat is killing me and any hopes I had to write. It's taken me this long to get a working internet connection so I can upload the chapter. Hope this chapter is worth it.

Chapter 7 – Duties Part II

"Duties?" asked Harry.

"Of course! As the new Demon King, you have a number of sacred duties. Not only are you the protector of your people, you have a number of important decisions to make, which you will make after intensive studies. I believe Günter is waiting for your coronation to get you started on your studies."

"Studies? Wait a minute; I don't want to have any more responsibilities. No one asked me if I wanted to be king. You can't just pick a person to be king and then tell them that it's their job to take care of an entire race of people-" Harry stopped himself before thinking wryly that it was exactly what the wizarding world had done.

"You should be honored that you were chosen. There are many who would kill to be in your position," said Wolfram, his voice starting to rise.

"Well they can have it. It's not like I was given any choice in the matter. If anyone asked me I would tell them that I am just a fourteen year old kid who doesn't need any more responsibilities besides finishing school," replied Harry. Harry wasn't sure what was making him lash out at Wolfram, but after the past few days in the infirmary, Harry was starting to feel trapped. And he was trapped. He was trapped in a position that he did not want, with responsibilities he did not ask for, in a world he did not belong to. No matter what Conrad said, he did not belong here. He couldn't. He was a wizard but he was unable to use magic-

"Where's the staff?" asked Harry, his voice pitched with sudden excitement.

***

"Staff?" asked Wolfram, thoroughly confused.

Wolfram had been getting steadily annoyed by Harry's denial of his role as king. Wolfram was also strangely starting to feel a bit of panic when he heard Harry's willingness to relinquish the throne. He was suddenly bombarded with thoughts of Harry disappearing into anonymity or worse, going back to his original world. But then Harry had to go and confuse him all over again. They had just been discussing Harry's role as the future Demon King, how did they get to staffs?

"By staff, do you mean the people who will help organize-?"

"No, I mean the staff we fought with," interrupted Harry, before adding with a smile, "You know, the large old piece of wood that I used to kick your arse with."

"You did not kick my arse. As you said, I was under the influence of potions, otherwise there would have been no way you would have won," Wolfram replied back, knowing full well that he was lying through his teeth.

"Never mind that now. Show me where the staff is," Harry commanded unintentionally.

Wolfram looked at Harry's excited face and decided not to comment. It was the first indication since Harry had proclaimed his 'sentence' four days ago, that Harry had even remotely acted as a king. Wolfram helped him to his feet, but Harry must still have been weak because instead of staying upright, Wolfram barely caught him before he collapsed on the ground.

They stood there for a moment, before Harry pulled away, his face red. Wolfram would have thought he was blushing except for the fact that Harry wouldn't feel the need to blush. It must have been his fever returning.

"Maybe we should get you to your rooms first. I will bring the staff to you."

Harry just nodded, not meeting his eyes. It surprised Wolfram, if only because he had expected a bit more of a fight.

As Wolfram led Harry back to his chambers, staying close in case Harry needed assistance, when they were all but attacked by a frantic Günter.

"Your Highness, I have been so worried. Where have you been? I looked all over for you and I couldn't find you. Were you hiding from me, Your Majesty? Is my presence so unbearable that you must go to such lengths in your delicate condition, just to avoid me?"

***

Wolfram did not return until almost an hour later. Harry had been on pins and needles to test out his theory. If he was wrong then he had lost nothing but if he was right-

The door opened to reveal Wolfram holding the staff which he wordlessly handed to Harry. Harry absently thanked him as he accepted the staff. He had felt an instant connection with the staff the first time he had held it. And he felt it again as he held it. His magic seemed to hum. Harry wasn't sure how he had missed it the first time but it was similar to the feeling Harry had when he held his wand.

Harry had heard of the stories from Hermione of the time of Merlin and his penchant for a staff as his magical conduit. Many wizards had tried since his time to use a staff but it had been a futile effort. Harry wasn't exactly sure why he couldn't remember the details. It might have been because he tuned out Hermione after she got side tracked with the history of wand making.

Harry held the staff in both hands and tilted on end towards the couch behind Wolfram and whispered "Wingardium Leviosa."

***

Wolfram almost jumped out of his skin in alarm when the couch behind him rose into the air, then descended only to rise again and repeat. Although he was used to demon magic, he had never seen such magic before. It took him several moments to realize that the magic was being performed by Harry.

Harry had shown no indication of being able to use magic outside of that one incident. Wolfram was not stupid enough to think that it was the extent of his magical prowess but he had never seen such exquisite control before. When invoking elemental magic, demons could only direct the power towards a target but never with such accuracy. As far as he could tell, Harry had not invoked the wind spirits. How was he doing this?

"Harry!" he exclaimed, unsure how to ask the question.

Harry turned to him as if seeing him for the first time. Wolfram was slightly peeved that Harry had forgotten his presence so easily.

"I can do magic," stated Harry simply.

"Yes, I already knew that. How can you do this type of magic? I have never seen this magic before," replied Wolfram.

"This is my magic," said Harry.

Wolfram all but rolled his eyes. Harry seemed to be in a bit of a daze and he was ready to shake the boy because he wasn't sure how to get a clear answer from him. Before he could ask him anything more, Harry looked at him with a smile that lit up his face. Wolfram's breath hitched in his throat.

"I can do magic!" exclaimed Harry, this time his voice came out so high it was almost a squeak. "Wolfram, I can do magic!"

Harry jumped out of bed, and then almost fell on his face. Wolfram picked him up and held him upright until Harry could stand properly with the help of the staff. The awe that spread on Harry's face confused Wolfram, but he didn't comment. Harry looked at the staff and back at Wolfram.

"Don't you see, Wolfram? I can do my magic."

"What do you mean by your magic, Harry?" asked Wolfram.

"How do I explain this? Is Conrad here? Maybe he can help," said Harry, his face frowning in concentration.

Wolfram was getting irritated. First Harry wouldn't tell him what was going on and now he wanted Conrad. So he replied without thinking.

"Lord Weller has gone to suppress a dispute that arose in a village near the border. I don't know when he will be back," replied Wolfram sullenly.

"Wolfram!!" admonished Günter, who appeared out of nowhere. "I thought we agreed that we will not trouble His Majesty with such things until after the coronation."

Wolfram couldn't believe he had blurted out that fact. Both Gwendal and Günter had told him not to say anything and he had agreed. But Wolfram would never admit to his mistake and so proceeded to make it worse.

"His Majesty wants to know where his precious 'Conrad' is, so I told him," replied Wolfram sourly to Günter before turning back to Harry. "He went to check out one of the human villages. Don't worry he should be back soon."

Wolfram's words were apparently lost on Harry. Harry looked at him with worried eyes that evaporated Wolfram's temper.

"Dispute? Is it dangerous? Is he going to be okay? What was the dispute about?"

Before Wolfram could reply Harry had already moved towards his closet and was putting on his dress clothes.

"I have to go. I have to make sure he's okay-"

"Go, huh? To the border? You want to see Conrart's face that much?!" spat Wolfram, angry at Harry's display. Then, as Harry almost fell face first to the ground, his tone softened. "You are in no condition to go anywhere."

"But I can't lose him. He's the only family I have here," replied Harry. "If anything happens to him, I'll be all alone."

Wolfram finally emerged from his anger when he saw the distress written on Harry's face. He felt hurt that Harry considered his broth- that man his family and not him. But he decided to put his anger away; it had already caused him too much trouble.

"Are you planning to go looking like that?" asked Wolfram before launching unconsciously into his first ever mother hen mode. "Get some proper clothes on and brush your hair; you've got an incredible case of bed hair, it's so messy! And we need to go at the right time. At least wait until dawn, and go drink and eat something."

Wolfram noticed Günter looking shocked at him. He wasn't sure what caused the look but he didn't have time to deal with it. As he moved towards the door, Günter stopped him.

"We can't let His Majesty go out into the conflict. He is unprepared. He will-"

"Do you really think you can stop him?" cut in Wolfram.

"But-" started Günter.

"We cannot stop him, and I can see he has already made up his mind. I would rather he go with me than alone."

Günter stopped arguing at that point and looked back at the young king. He was indeed determinedly looking around for suitable clothes and had his staff in a tight grip in one hand.

"He is going to have to learn about his kingdom and his duties sooner or later," said Wolfram to Günter.

Wolfram turned away from Günter and told Harry, "Harry you are making a mess. Get back into bed. You are in no condition to pack. I will take care of it, if you don't get in my way. And I don't want you falling off your horse when you-"

"Wait, horse? We have to go riding on the back of a horse?" asked Harry looking alarmed.

"Of course we have to go on a horse. It will be too conspicuous if we take the carriage; we have to go without Gwendal finding out or he won't let you go," replied Wolfram before adding. "I don't think you are in any condition to ride by yourself, I guess you will have to ride with me."

Harry's face changed to a grateful smile before he crawled back into bed. His face was flushed with excitement, what else could it be? Wolfram didn't bring up the topic of the strange magic. He did not want to discuss it while Günter was there. If Harry wasn't going to bring it up then neither was he. He was happy to have a secret that was just theirs.

Wolfram turned to Günter.

"Have the horses ready by dawn."

***

A/N: As you can tell, the chapter started on the plane to India. It took so long just to finish this much. I got the prescribed food poisoning in India followed by viral gastroenteritis. The food was worth it though, yum. Unfortunately I am having a hard time getting the inspiration to write. The environment is so different from the HP and KKM worlds. Don't worry, I am still writing the chapters. A review posted today made me finish this chapter.