Demon and Angel

AN: So far it looks like Medea will be joining with 116 votes vs 14 for don't care vs 2 for no.

AN2: I read a lot of fanfics, and I have to ask, anyone else think the triwizard tournament tasks were completely ridiculous?

AN3: I have trouble thinking of Hogwarts as 'the best magical school,' I could buy that it's the flagship school, but with teachers like Binns, Snape, Trawney, and whomever the DADA sacrifice for the year is, that's 3 core classes with either crap teachers, or a diff teach each year (which would cause the teaching to be inconsistent at best), that's half the curriculum for the first two years. Such a school simply CAN'T be 'the best.'

Important AN: Yes I'm skimming past most of the classes, but I don't feel like rehashing cannon that closely.

Very Important AN: Merry Christmas!

Chapter 7: Time flies, when clocks are thrown.

The next morning.

BRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNG!

Went the alarm clock.

CRUNCH!

Went the alarm clock as it was thrown into a wall hard enough to shatter it. It then reassembled itself as it was enchanted to do. Laharl had sprung for the deluxe self repairing model after Harry had did it to the twelfth clock.

An amused paining face-palmed at the three cuddling people, then used her painting magic, (EN1) to amplify her voice. "WAKE UP," she shouted loud enough to shake dust from the ceiling.

This startled the three on the bed , and considering they were tangled in the blankets, they all ended up tangled worse and on the floor.

The painting laughed in genuine delight at the three as they started untangling themselves from the tangle of bodies and blankets. The nude form of Umbra, because she sleeps that way, was the first one out, and she sleepily made her way to the bathroom.

Harry was the next out in his boxers, and followed.

Hikari was pouting, she was enjoying cuddling the other two while they slept. Her cute crimson, with black bats, flannel pajamas was a stark contrast to the angel's sleepwear. Eventually she joined her group in the bathes to prepare for the day.

It was times like this she wished they weren't bound so close, she would've liked to explore while Harry was in his classes, both to see what's here, and find some good training areas.

Umbra's thoughts ran in the same direction, actually she was of the opinion that the Hogwarts classes would be virtually worthless, but knew they had to soldier on until the end of the fifth year, or until dangers they couldn't handle came up.

Considering the two were only a bit below their mother's level witch was lower than their husbands, it would take something major to hurt them.

Like a Demon Overlord, or a high ranked Demon Lord.

Shaking her head as she helped her sister bonded dry off, she dressed in her normal outfit, one that she had dozen s of replacements for, and grabbed her sword, as a bow indoors is a poor weapon.

Harry and Hikari were both armed with their usual weapons as well, although Harry had his wand as well.

At breakfast the food quality had improved dramatically, it was both good, and edible, although still greasy. The head of houses for Slytherin and Ravenclaw nodded in approval about the change.

Then classes started.

First up charms, a class that amused the three greatly at the start, with the excitable professor whom squeaked and fell off his chair when he hit Harry's name. The spell he taught them was so very basic on the other hand they learned it in minutes, and the theory section was so basic they learned it in the first half of the first magic class at Evil Academy. The they had learned a similar magic, a basic light spell, in the first five minutes, without a magic amplifier, in fact using a wand was the hardest part for Harry since he was used to using magic without one, although his control was much better with the wand dampening his power. The professor noting the sheer boredom the three exerted kept the boy behind after class.

A quick testing later and he learned that Harry was far above the required level... of a fourth or fifth year in his subject due to prior training, but to give the boy credit he works hard to master the wanded version. He also obtained the class list of both his previous schools, but not the names. He noted that some classes available at Hogwarts weren't available to them before attending here, and many classes he attended aren't offered at Hogwarts, or similar classes not offered until third year. Ironically Harry claimed that the rune classes he attended wouldn't be the same as the Hogwarts ones.

Then came lunch, which was broken as Professor McGonagall came up to them and said, "Mr. Potter, Professor Dumbledore wants to meet you after transfiguration, alone. The password is M&Ms."

"Why?" the boy in question asked suspiciously, "and my fiancees will come no matter what."

The old woman frowned but nodded, she had expected that, as they weren't students she had limited authority as long as they acted in a civil manner and obeyed the laws of the land. On the other hand she was pleased that the boy seemed to care for them more than typical arranged marriages.

She did, even now, notice that the three were never far from each other, and wondered why that was, but it wasn't any of her business.

She did wonder why Dumbledore wanted to speak to them, after all, Harry had been safe ever since he had vanished from the Dursley's not that she thought he should've been their in the first place.

It's not like Dumbledore has some sort of plot involving him, she thought as she left them behind to prepare for her next class.

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Meanwhile Dumbledore was sitting in the 'Gendo Ikari' pose in his office.

I'm plotting something involving Harry, haven't quite thought of what, but I am, and when I find out whom made those things explode, I WILL have revenge for my dear Theodore Edward Bear... aka Ted E. Bear.

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Transfiguration was next, and seeing the cat sitting at the teachers desk, Harry was reminded of the cat Laharl bought him that he had yet to send, and so he soon had the cat a gooey mess with his petting. He wondered where the teacher was and he continued to pet the cat while waiting, only for the cat to be snatched up and cuddled to Umbra's scantily clad bust.

What an odd predicament,went the 'cat's' thoughts. The cat then jumped out of the enthusiastic angels clutches and transformed back to the professor.

It was an embarrassed Harry that took a seat, and started taking notes. The magic this time was interesting, but not terribly hard for someone with several years of demonic and angelic magical instruction beneath his belt. He managed it a second before Hermione, and a minute before Umbra whom tried it out of boredom, followed quickly by Hikari. It should be noted that they would've been first if they hadn't started three and five minutes respectively, after every one else, and Harry would've gotten it faster if he did it wandlessly, which he did immediately after turning the needle back to a match with his wand.

It should be noted at this point that transfiguration is not a subject taught to demons or angels.

A jealous brunette glared at the trio for showing her up, and being better than her, but as she was glaring at their backs as they left to, unknowing to her, talk to the old man running the school, they didn't notice.

After all, being glared at by a preteen witch is nothing compared to an overlord's wife, that could crush you like a bug.

Dumbledore would soon learn that his disappointed look has nothing on a Sareph's wife... that could also crush you like a bug.

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Soon enough the trio would find themselves in the headmaster's office, and the first words out of the man's mouth he would regret, as they set the tone of their relationship, "I thought I told Professor McGonagall that I wanted to speak to you alone."

Harry's eyes narrowed before he replied, and he was aware that the girl's eyes did as well, "They are my fiancees and so have the right to come, besides there are reasons why they came beyond that, now what do you want?"

The old man paused, and internally winced. He knew he had screwed up, but didn't quite know how, so he decided to get to the point, "Where were you after you left your Relatives?" he also knew he would be stonewalled if he tried asking about the other reasons.

"What relatives?" Harry responded, "All I lived with before I gained a real home were child abusing pieces of trash."

"Now Harry that's not tr..."

"Not true?" Hikari interrupted, "Then what was with greeting him coming home with a fist to the face hard enough to break his cheek bones then?"

Umbra chipped in, "and the hospital he went to document the effects of long term abuse and malnutrition, so what part of that was not child abuse?"

Dumbledore was at a loss, he needed Harry to return to his relatives, after he gets them out of prison at least, assuming the blood wards were still recoverable (he really should've checked them before talking to Harry).

Harry looked at the old man whom hadn't spoken for five minutes so far, and shrugged. He'd give the man another minute then leave.

Just then the man shook his head, and tried to answer, "Now Harry I'm sure your exaggerating..."

"So I'm exaggerating the fact that I felt my cheek snap when the tub of lard hit me?" came the dry reply.

The old man started thinking hard, as he had no real counter argument to give, so he continued thinking.

He didn't even notice that Harry and his companions left his office after six minutes, until he finished thinking thirty minutes later.

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Going back to their dorm they met a strange old man coming out of the dorms. He gave them a polite nod, and a chuckle before walking off around a corner.

Quickly running after him they were passed by a slightly feminine figure with long purple hair that went around the corner as well, while giggling like mad.

Upon reaching, and looking around said corner, they found that the two had vanished. And with a confused three way glance they returned to their room to do some advanced studying, only to find Medea sleeping and needed a good deal of noise to awaken, and after she looked in the room to make sure that there was nobody else there, she opened the passageway. The four found a new book on their bed one that the title was removed and a note.

To Harry Potter:

I noticed your interest in Medea, and so I thought this book might interest you. Its the real story of her legend. And I slipped an interesting ritual at the end if you still like her at the end of the story.

I will say, that she has a great deal of loyalty if you can earn hers.

Use or not, your choice.

Good luck,

The One Known as a Giant Troll.

PS: this would probably troll your headmaster more than you, especially if you actually use the ritual.

The three looked confused at the letter, and the book. Turning to the last page they found several pieces of actual paper, one had a ritual circle drawn out, one the ritual words and requirements, and the last was Zel's Chili recipe that had been included by mistake. There was also some gold fluff in an envelope marked catalyst, and also a note to perform it in a room with the portrait with her present.

The three had a hurried conversation, then stashed the papers to look at later, and cracked open the book.

They would forget the ritual for over three years, much to the dismay of their canvas bound friend, on the other hand she was pleased to note the book quickly became a favorite of theirs, and they liked her better than Jason.

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The next day had them following their normal routine including damaging the self repairing alarm clock.

After breakfast came the classes.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was a waste of time for the three, as was the late night astronomy class. The first because the professor was nearly unintelligible, and the last because not even the teacher could tell them a practical use for her subject.

Later study revealed it was used in rituals (now banned), and a handful of potions (mostly banned). Most of the banned rituals and potions were banned because they required between three and five drops of blood. The rest were banned because they required family magics, and so were banned because certain members of the Wizenmot disliked having magics around that they can't use.

The rest of the week passed quickly as the trio attended classes, or skipped with (or without) permission some. They ended up skipping charms, potions, and history, and defense. They were so far advanced in three of them that the classes were pointless, and they could use the hour long class called history for useful studies.

Soon it was the weekend, and in between dodging a redhead, a blonde, an old man, and a few other annoyances, they arranged a portal home for a day trip to keep up their training every weekend.

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Friday night another meeting was taking place among the staff. This one arranged by a couple professors.

"This is Unusual, Filius and Severus both requesting a staff meeting. Gentleman, why did you request it?" the Headmaster of Hogwarts asked.

"I'm requesting that Harry Potter be excused from my classes. The brat is at least fifth year level, perhaps higher. He was able to, mostly, complete a Drought of Living Death... in his first lesson with me. Turns out he has had years of instruction before coming to Hogwarts. On a side note, I'm going to see whether we can have the students order his textbook, a copy of which he handed me yesterday. From what I see it is superior to the ones we use," the Potions Professor said. He hated to give a compliment to a Potter, but he's not one to deny proven competence, and in a meeting earlier the brat had proven competent at brewing, but not creative, or good enough to modify recipes. Besides, this gets the brat out of his class.

The charm's professor was about to speak up when the stuttering one beat him to it, "I-i-i-i would have to ag-gree. The b-boy is good. He is also working at a much higher level than a first year."

"It's the same in my class. He has had prior magical training, years worth. I will point out, that he has trouble casting with a wand, as if it's holding him back. He overpowers everything if he casts without it."

"It's impossible for him to have prior magical training, they didn't know a thing about transfiguration," snarked back the catty professor.

"Are you calling me a liar?" professor Snape replied caustically.

The deputy headmistress gulped when she realized that she had alienated three of her fellow professors by calling them liers.

"Transfiguration wasn't taught at either of his previous schools, all he would need to take his OWLs at least is a list of spells he should know, just so he could make sure he knows them all due to a different curriculum." The short professor commented. At the looks the other professors he shrugged and commented, "I asked what classes he took."

Professor Sinistra decided to throw her two knuts in, "The three are going to be skipping my class entirely. The three informed me of this, by bluntly stating that almost every practical use of my subject has been banned, mostly by the headmaster, and as such they wouldn't accept punishment for it. I hate to say it, but he has a point, just why did you make my subject have no practical use Dumbledore? You outlawed almost every single ritual shortly after becoming Chief Warlock, and most of the potions."

The oldest person in the room coughed and replied tiredly to the first three, ignoring the question of the last one, "If you are all positive that he has no use for your classes I have no choice but to approve of your suggestion, assuming you test him first. I'm assuming that he'll still be attending transfiguration at least?" the old man thought it was a bad idea to have the boy skip classes, but couldn't argue that havinbg them in classes that are a waste of time wouldn't be productive to their education.

"Actually I had an idea about their free time," the diminutive professor replied, "What if we let them into some of the electives early? That way they still will have more than one or two classes, and avoid being board to tears. Harry mentioned being interested in runes, as the runic languages probably wouldn't be the same as the ones he was taught, arithmacy, and care of magical creatures. That would fill up their schedule nicely."

The old man nodded, and the professors disbanded after hammering out the details. The snarky professor of potions had one thought as he left, at least the brat can back up his arrogance. I wish my godson could.

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Chapter end.

Omake.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Damn Plot bunnies, let me finish a fic before you start attacking again! Uni, How's it going over there?"

"I just got the last of them," the black clad Goddess candidate replied. "But I have to get back to Laststation, sorry!"

"Good work! Have a safe trip back!" I reply, then mumble, "Damn plot bunnies trying to kidnap my muse..."

Omake End!