BTW I have a poll on my profile where you guys can vote for which parent of Hadrian's survives. I also have a poll so that you can choose the pairing.

And here is something you all need to know:

-NAMES-

Sirius Black - Sidious White

Aunt Petunia - Aunt Rose

Uncle Vernon - Uncle Trayvon

Dudley - Bobby

Lucius Malfoy - Judas Ramroy

Narissca Malfoy - Nichelle Ramroy

Bellatrix Lestrange - Stellajinx Daweird

Draco Malfoy - Darego Ramroy

Hagrid - Onido

Hedwig - Toel

Voldemort - Satan

Hermoine- Harriett Ranger

Ron- Don Grizzley

Luna- Stella Hatebad

Nelville- Nathan Shortlegs

James Potter - Daavd Riddle

Lilly Potter - Zoel Riddle

Gilderoy Lockhart - George Lovegood

Dumbledoor - Rumbleroar [THIS MAY CHANGE!]

DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE SUGGESTIONS FOR SIMILAR NAMES FOR THE CHARACTERS!?


I grinned as I rang the doorbell. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and checked the house number.

"Number fourteen all right," I thought and stroked Toel, who was curled up in my sweatshirt pocket. I gathered up my courage and rang the doorbell again.

"Coming!" A muffled hollered. There were some thumps, followed by crash, a loud "OW!" and then the door finally opened, and I was face to face with Sairen.

"Hadrian!" She exclaimed and beamed at me. "Come on in!" She moved out of the way and I stepped inside. There was a spiral staircase leading to the upstairs, and a shelf three feet off the ground that held four pairs of sneakers, all different brands and sizes.

"Take off your shoes," Sairen ordered. I obeyed and placed them on the far side of the shelf.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked her as she led me through rooms and down hallways to the kitchen.

She nodded. "Yep, an older brother."

"What's his name?"

"Soren," She answered and put her hand to her cap to make sure it stayed there.

She sure loves that hat.

"Stay," Sairen ordered as we came to a door. She walked inside and closed the door, leaving me there standing awkwardly and inspecting the family pictures on the walls.

Every single member of their family wore some type of hat.

"Talk about weird," I thought. Suddenly the door opened and Sairen peeked her head out. "Come on in," She said. "My parents are ready to meet you."

I took a deep breath and stepped inside. I was greeted by the smell of freshly baked cookies and a women I presumed to be Sairen's mother waltz over to me. She had the same dirt blonde hair as Sairen, but her eyes were a light blue. She had a white baseball cap crammed onto her head, and an apron that read "I am too kawaii to cook, but I do it anyways."

Her father was a different story.

He had auburn hair, and his eyes were an emerald green. He had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Hello," He said. I nodded but kept my distance, unsure of my welcome. Sairen's mother beamed at me.

"Sairen has told us much about you the minute we left the store," She exclaimed happily and moved in closer to me. Instinctively I backed away, but she just held me at arm's length and continued as if I hadn't moved at all. She took a good look at my scrawny figure and clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

"Don't your parents know what size you wear?" She asked and adjusted her apron, which gave me a clear view of her HUGE boobs.

"Boob salad," Toel whispered to me. I flicked him in my pocket and was rewarded with an angry hiss.

Trying not to stare at her bouncing appendages, I answered with my most simplest answer to that question.

"My parents are dead."

"Well then, who takes care of you?" Sairen asked before her mother could speak.

"Uh… my relatives." I answered quietly.

"The Dizzleys?!" Sairen's mom exclaimed in horror.

"Yep," I answered, dragging out the 'p' and trying to focus on anything but those bouncing boobs of hers.

"Oh my, you poor thing!" She cooed and hugged me. My instincts kicked in and I tried to get away, but she held fast so I was forced to be as stiff as a board and pray to god that my face wouldn't get sandwiched between her…

Gah, you know what I mean.

"I know how those horrible people treat children," She said.

"Whenever you need a mom or a dad, you can come here and stay for as long as you want."

Sairen's eyes lit up with that, and at first I thought she wouldn't be happy, but she was smiling so big I thought her face would split in half. My heart started to swell so huge I thought it would explode. Then I had an idea.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a groggy Toel.

"Can Toel stay too?" I asked. Sairen's mom laughed and nodded.

I felt so happy, all the exhaustion I ignored from the past week kicked in, and I crumpled to the floor with a smile on my face.

And for the first time, I dreamed something else.

As If I had lived it before...


"What are you telling me?"

I was standing on an all too familiar circular podium, face to face with three robed figures.

"As the son of Satan, you have served the Vatican for seven hundred years," One of them said. "But we no longer require your services."

Fury rose up, and I fought the urge to burn them alive.

"So… you're saying I should go to Gehenna?" I asked. "I can't. Satan will kill me."

"Which is why we have a human to help you," One on the far right said.

I raised my eyebrows. "A human?"

"Yes," The one in the middle answered. "His name is Harry Potter. He lives in England and we have already contacted him about your arrival."

I put on a bored expression. "How old is this kid?"

"Sixteen."

I rolled my eyes and lashed my tail. "Look, I know you guys hate me and all, but sending me to a human that thinks I'm his age is pretty crazy."

They started muttering to themselves, so I picked at my teeth, purposefully showing my fangs. Unlike a full demon king, I didn't have horns or wings.

But I do have my fire.

"The thing is, Okumura," One said. "Is that they know nothing of us, and we nothing of them. They consider demons as magical creatures and themselves as wizards by using magic wands."

I blinked. "So… they do all that abracadabra stuff?"

All three of them nodded. I glanced at my nails, which were now claws. I fingered Kurikara.

"This is gonna be fun."