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 Harry doesn't exist.
Warning: Slash Pairing confirmed. Harry/Wolfram
Author's Note: IT TOOK ME 9 HOURS TO POST THIS!!! has been giving me problems uploading. Anyway, this chapter is a one off. I don't know what made me write it so quickly. It is possible that the 1.29k hits I got in ONE DAY could have inspired it or maybe it was the reviews or maybe I got a bit of inspiration from some of you who decided to become my sounding boards. By the way, anyone else willing to help out please send me a private message, I wouldn't mind bouncing ideas off you guys. Also please let me know if there are any glaring inconsistencies that need to be addressed. I apologize for the chopping writing style. I can't make myself go back and fix anything.
Chapter 9 – The Journey Home
"James, I think something's wrong with Harry. He's been crying all morning. He might be sick. Hold Harry for me. I am going to get Poppy to come and check him out."
"Lily! Something's
wrong with Harry's eyes. They were glowing!"
"Don't be
ridiculous James- What in the world?!"
"See I told you and you wouldn't believe me. I was right. Ha!"
"I am so glad to see that for once in your life you were able to be right and I am so glad it means so much more for you to be right than to worry about our son who's been crying all morning and now has glowing eyes."
"Lily, love, you know how I keep asking you to stop hanging out with Snape? Now it's too late, you are beginning to sound like him."
"James Potter! I am going to-"
Crash!!!!
"Hello world! Padfoot has entered the buildi- eh James? Why are there snakes on your head and why is your skin green and silver? Was there something you wanted to tell me? A secret wish to leave your beautiful wife and run off with a greasy git?"
"Padfoot, I-"
WAAAHHHHHHHHH
"Harry! My favorite godson! I knew you would hate the slimy snakes just as much as me. It's so good to see at least one person in the family still has taste."
"Oh shut up Padfoot. Harry has been upset all morning and his eyes have been doing this weird glowing thing."
"Glowing thing huh? Well, let Uncle Padfoot see what's wrong with you, Harry."
"Pafoo!"
"That's right! Aw, see Harry isn't sick. He was just missing his favorite big person. As for glowing eyes, really James, if you want to prank me you will need to come up with something better than that."
***
The days after the attack blurred for Harry. He insisted on healing everyone he could, but with his limited knowledge of healing spells, it didn't do much. Luckily Gisela arrived the next morning and relieved him of his self appointed role of healer.
Harry hovered around asking, "If there's anything I can do to help…" which was met with shouts of "Oh no, Your Majesty!" and "That would be unthinkable, I can manage here by myself."
Günter of course managed to shoo him away with a, "I'm so sorry that Your Majesty must see such an unsightly place. Please, Your Majesty, get some rest."
Harry ignored him but moved away from the first aid tent when Sergeant Healer Gisela gave him a glare that said 'get out of here or else'. Harry knew better than to argue with a Healer.
It had taken Harry a while to figure out that they were protecting him from the vicious words of the humans that had raided the village and been captured. He heard one of them cursing out the demon healers who were trying to help him. Harry shook his head at the sheer stupidity of those idiots. He felt grateful that they were trying to protect him from the cruel vitriol of the captured humans but he also felt exasperated for the same reason.
Unfortunately for the royal guard and everyone else who was worried about the Demon King, Harry decided to help with the rebuilding of the village with magic. That was until he almost passed out and Gisela came up to him and ordered him to bed rest for two days, which he spent barely unconscious, and sent him on his way back to Covenant Castle on the third day. To achieve the goal of getting Harry to rest, Wolfram threatened to sit on him if he didn't lie down and get some sleep.
They set out a few hours after dawn. Günter, Conrad and Wolfram all insisted that he rest and eat breakfast before they headed out. The journey back to Covenant Castle was much slower paced then before.
For the first day, Harry had spent the better part of it in Wolfram's arms. They decided to carry him after Harry passed out and almost fell of his horse. Apparently he had not yet recovered from any of his ordeals and refused to let anyone know. Luckily both Conrad and Wolfram, who had been riding along either side of him, were able to pull him upright before he fell.
When Harry came to, he found himself tied securely to Wolfram's front with one arm holding him tightly around the waist. Harry wasn't sure whether to be grateful or annoyed by the fact that the position was comfortable for both of them. Harry found it easier to relax and even fall asleep with Wolfram holding on to him. Unfortunately, it also marked the sheer difference in their heights as Harry barely reached Wolfram's shoulders when he leaned back.
They stopped at a local tavern which had been emptied and readied by soldiers who had scouted ahead of the rest of the party. Günter had insisted on going ahead to make sure that everything was perfect for the arrival of the King. Gwendal had accompanied him without a word. In fact Gwendal had not spoken to Harry at all since his question to him on the day of the attack. Harry had a feeling that he had surprised him, but he wasn't sure why.
Harry had always been given the role of protector in the wizarding world. Everyone had always looked to him to save them, ever since he defeated Voldemort as a baby. They put him on a pedestal and expected him to act exactly as they thought he should without letting him know what they wanted and then turned on him whenever he seemed to break out of the mold they had set him in.
Even Hermione had shown him that she expected him to save the day back in the very first year of Hogwarts. Even though both of them were first years and she knew more spells than he, she still expected him to be able to protect the Philosopher's stone. It had taken her years to realize that he needed help if he were to succeed. Unfortunately, after the defeat of Voldemort, Harry was not sure if he would ever truly convince her that he was only a boy who was extremely lucky or unlucky depending how you looked at it. Ron was the same only in the extreme. Harry kind of expected it of him ever since their very first meeting, where Ron had asked him if he remembered defeating 'You-Know-Who' when he was fifteen months old. He hoped that things would get better after the defeat of Voldemort. He just hoped that they didn't expect him to turn into Dumbledore overnight.
Harry wasn't sure what to make of this new world and of the Demon Kingdom. When he came to this world, he had been given a title and a role to play. He had expected them to see him as an all powerful being. And for the most part, he had managed to surprise himself with his own displays. Yet they did not expect him to lay down his life just because he had been given a title.
The demons and the human refugees, instead of feeling resentful that he had not arrived earlier, were grateful that he had arrived at all. And they kept fussing over him too, sometimes in a way similar to Mrs. Weasley. She was one of the few, including Sirius, Remus and Snape, who didn't expect him to perform miracles before he was even out of school. It didn't matter that he wound up defeating Voldemort. It was the lack of expectations that he was grateful for.
He felt freer than he had ever felt in a long time. At the same time, he knew that he was going to take his responsibility as Demon King seriously. For the first time he was given acceptance and what he felt was a choice. And he chose to do his best to protect all the people in his Kingdom.
***
When Günter had come to him with news of Wolfram and the Demon King's flight from Covenant Castle, Gwendal had been furious. As he had arranged a regiment of soldiers to begin his capture of the young future King, he had not stopped cursing both of them mentally the whole time. Of all the dumbest displays of sheer lack of judgment, he was sure this one took the cake. It didn't matter that he had taken Wolfram with him; as a foreigner he did not know his way around this land. In fact, by taking Wolfram with him, he had made himself and even bigger target than before.
It took them more than two days to reach the village. A fly-bone tribesman informed them of the attack. A soldier, who had been accompanying it, gave them the details as well as the need for a Water-Mage. Gwendal sent a few soldiers for one and moved in the direction of the burning village. He would engulf it with Earth if need be. As they neared the village, they saw no flames and the smoke was beginning to clear. In the distance he was able to make out the form of the young Demon King, relatively unharmed in the arms of the equally unscathed young Demon Prince.
Suddenly he became very angry. He didn't even know that he had been worried until he saw that his brother was safe. The fact that he had been forced to worry only made him angrier. Before he could say anything, Günter who seemed to be more manic than usual seemed to fly off his horse in his haste to get to the young demon king.
Gwendal had snapped at Günter when he wouldn't shut up. He had then turned to Harry and berated him for his general lack of intelligence before moving on to his baby brother. He got even angrier as he began to realize just how much danger these foolish children had put themselves into. When Harry stood up for his brother and took all the blame for their actions, Gwendal was shocked. He had not realized that their friendship had grown so much.
He looked at both of them carefully. It was then he realized what a hold his little brother had on the future Demon King. He also noticed the possessive growl that Wolfram let out when Günter got too close.
What happened next stunned him. The Demon King disentangled himself from Wolfram's embrace and made his way to a young mother whose child lay dead on the ground. He saw him get on his knees and apologize while comforting the young mother. The sheer agony of grief on both their faces struck him to his core. For the first time in his life his mask of indifference began to crack.
He couldn't understand why he could feel the Demon King's grief so clearly. He looked around and found everyone similarly affected. How was the little boy doing this? Why was he apologizing for something that was so obviously not his fault? When a young man, obviously the child's father came and took his wife to comfort her, Gwendal was surprised to see Wolfram show caring so openly for the boy. It was true that they were affianced but he knew his brother hated to show affection.
When Harry finally calmed down, Gwendal finally asked him the question that had been running through his mind for a while now, "Why did you apologize? If anything they should be thanking you for your help. You saved them. So why did you apologize?"
The fourteen year old looked up at Gwendal uncomprehendingly as if to ask why he would say something so stupid and said, "I'm the Demon King. It's my duty."
At the words, a chill ran through Gwendal. He couldn't help but believe the sincerity behind those words. The future Demon King had chosen. He had accepted his post.
Three days later, Gwendal was still trying to deal with the dichotomy of the Demon King's personality. On one hand, he was just a fourteen year old boy, innocent and sincere, willing to please. But then he would turn into this ageless person, full of old wisdom and knowledge. At first he thought that maybe they where separate personalities but as he observed him, Gwendal began to realize that he was just an enigma; he was somehow a blend of both personalities, though the youthful innocent one seemed to be most prominent especially around Wolfram.
Gwendal had observed the growing familiarity between the two young men. It worried him more than he was likely to admit. Though Wolfram was finally beginning to show signs of true maturity, he worried that the future Demon King would not be able to handle a mature relationship. Indeed, the child was but fourteen years old; barely an infant really. He did not approve of their engagement no matter what his mother thought. He would have to work towards ensuring that the relationship between the two remains platonic for as long as possible. After all, they had hundreds of years to live, there was no hurry.
This was one of the reasons he had decided to go ahead with Günter and secure their lodgings for the night. He had to ensure that Wolfram and the young Demon King were given bedrooms as far apart as possible. He also had to make sure that the arrangement not be too obvious. A few well placed hints and Günter was suddenly worried about the chastity of his precious king. Gwendal gave a half smirk. It was almost too easy.
***
The rest of trip was uneventful. Wolfram had been frustrated that his every attempt to stay close to Harry seemed to be thwarted. He wanted to stay guard outside Harry's bedroom, but Günter refused to let him come close. Apparently, Lord Weller had been granted the duty of ensuring his fiancé's safety. As if he couldn't protect his own fiancé.
Fortunately Harry refused to ride with Günter and with Lord Weller scouting ahead; Wolfram got Harry to ride with him again. He couldn't help but send a smirk Günter's way as he held Harry. He wasn't sure why Günter had decided to keep Harry from him, but whatever the reason he was not going to let Harry go. No doubt the lecherous old man wanted Harry for himself! Already he had to worry about Lord Weller now he would have to look out for Günter as well. His Harry- eh- the future Demon King's innocence needed to be protected from such dirty old men.
When they reached Covenant Castle on the fourth day of travelling, Wolfram immediately insisted that Harry rest for the remainder of the day. Harry looked like a walking zombie. He had not healed from the first duel, the stress of the grueling ride to the village, the magical exhaustion and the return trip had added up to one very tired Demon King.
Surprisingly, Harry had agreed with Wolfram and slept through the day and into the night. Wolfram had dismissed the guards that Günter had provided and personally stood guard over Harry's chambers. He had an uneasy feeling and wanted to stay as close to Harry as possible.
Several hours later, Wolfram heard screaming and rushed into Harry's bedroom, expecting an attack. Instead, he found Harry thrashing about on the bed scratching at the weird scar on his forehead. Gently, taking care not to suddenly wake him up, Wolfram took Harry into his arms. He was pleased to note that Harry calmed down almost instantly.
As he hugged Harry to himself, he began to realize that it was quickly becoming a habit to hold Harry close to him. It was almost as if he felt at peace with himself for the first time in his life. The funny thing was that he had never noticed the absence before.
"Wofrm?" came the muffled voice from against his chest, indicating the appearance of Harry into the land of the living. Harry did not try to get up. Instead he clung to Wolfram, sobbing slightly.
"Shh, it's Ok Harry. You were just having a nightmare. Everything is going to be alright." Wolfram continued to rock Harry until he fell back to sleep. He stayed there for several hours before he decided to head to bed. He found Conrart standing at the doorway smiling at him.
For the first time in his life, he didn't feel any resentment towards his half-human brother. It seemed nothing could interfere with the feeling of peace that Harry had given him. Nodding to Conrart, Wolfram left Harry's chambers and assigned two guards to keep Conrart company.
A/N: It was just a fluke that I was able to write this chapter so quickly. I think I got inspired by all the reviews. Plus I really didn't like the last chapter and wanted to make up for it. Sorry if the chapters seem a little short. All I can promise is each chapter is over 2k words. In fact they kind of fluctuate from 2k to 7k. So no promises on large chapters, but definitely no mini ones.
Oh and one last word- Please let me know if there are any pairings you hold sacred. I am not planning any overly romantic scenes, but I might be thinking of some more slash pairings. Also do you think that Ron and Hermione should play a major role?
