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: Yup it's me again. I honestly don't know what's suddenly making me write. It's past midnight. I encourage you guys to adopt the story; I think the reason I am not paying attention to my studies is because I want to read this story myself. Oh yeah about the mid-terms… still going on. So, eh, Yeah. OK about the pairings, a lot of you requested I keep SBRL together. So I might do that. No promises though.

11/10/2009 - Made a few changes.

Chapter 11 – Coronation Confusion!

"Look at him, James. He's so beautiful. We really did create our very own miracle didn't we?"

"Of course he's beautiful. He takes after his father. He's going to be the most popular kid in school, mark my words. He'll have to beat the girls off with a stick."

"And I just know he's going to be as famous as the Marauders."

"Sirius Orion Black! Don't you dare give my baby any ideas! I will not have you teaching him how to prank his professors. He's going to be a good little Gryffindor-"

"Well that's an oxymoron if I ever heard one."

"Severus!"

"Snape!"

"Snivellus!"

"Lily, you could have warned me that the Moron-Duffers were going to be here. I would have made sure to reschedule."

"Now, Severus, you promised me that you would the best Uncle in the world."

"You can't hold that against me, Lily. I was nine! How was I to know that you would carry Potter's spawn?"

"Severus! Don't call Harry that he will hear you. And keep your voice down."

"'Evie! Pafoo!"

***

"Do I really have to do this, Günter?" Harry asked as he tried to fight down his nausea. Günter was leading Harry down the marble hallway that led to the great hall. Harry gripped his staff tightly in one hand as he walked.

It had taken the better part of the morning for Günter to be satisfied with Harry's appearance. After several outfit changes, Günter was finally satisfied. Harry wore a long black fitted overcoat that buttoned up to his collar with black trousers. Harry thought that it was a real waste of clothing to have twenty-six outfits prepared for this one day. Over his coat, he wore a blood-red cape held together with a gold pin that Günter had made which looked suspiciously like Headmaster Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes in flight. Günter was hesitant to allow the staff into the ceremonial chamber as he insisted it was too ugly. Of course, Harry won the argument; there was no way he was going anywhere without his wan-eh-staff. However Harry had to compromise on everything else.

Harry didn't even know how so many products could be used on one person at the same time. Harry had blushed deep red when Günter insisted on moisturizing every part of his body. He, thankfully, allowed Harry the dignity of wearing underwear, though that too was little more than a scrap of cloth.

Harry wasn't shy but the whole process seemed too intimate and he felt a lot like he was being treated like an infant. Günter in a mothering role was not something he wanted to see more of. Harry hadn't sure he would be able to handle an even more affectionate Günter.

Harry had been surprised at how much more affectionate Günter had become. Though none of the four had mentioned his story or his subsequent breakdown, Harry had a feeling that they were trying to make up for the absence of affection in his life. Harry almost rejected their behavior until he realized that they did not pity him. They were genuinely indignant on his behalf.

It warmed him to feel the affection of this odd group of demons. He felt cherished. Even Gwendal had begun to act differently, though it was mostly just his presence. Gwendal, it seemed, rarely talked. Conrad and Wolfram on the other hand insisted on touching and hugging him whenever they found an excuse, as if to make up for the lack of hugs in his life.

"Your Majesty, it is imperative that you are crowned today. The Great One has deemed your fifteenth birthday to be the most suitable day for your coronation. Indeed, the whole kingdom is awaiting the conclusion of the coronation ceremony so that we may celebrate our new king and commemorate the day of his birth."

"Go over this with me again, Günter," requested Harry, chewing on his lips nervously. "When we get to the great hall, all I have to do is walk up the platform, accept the crown from Lady Celi and say the vows, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Oh Your Highness you are so brilliant! Your memory puts mine to shame. I am confident that you will be able to complete the ceremony without any problems!" replied Günter, his eyes gleaming. "After the vows, you will be crowned king. Then all you have to do is drink from the Fountain of the Great One."

Günter stopped near the large double doors and said, "Ah! We're here, Your Majesty. It is almost time."

Harry tried to rein in his anxiety.

'Well, it's your own bloody fault that you proclaimed yourself the Demon King. Nothing for it now, in a few minutes it will be over. You've faced Basilisks, Dragons and Dementors, it can't be so bad. What was it that Professor Lupin told me about the dementors? "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain".'*

Harry was so caught up in his mental mantra; he almost didn't notice Conrad who was leaning against a pillar outside the doors.

Harry was startled by Conrad's presence, and it must have shown because Conrad gives him a broad grin, looking totally un-aristocrat-like.

"What are you doing here Conrad?" asked Harry. "Aren't you supposed to be in the Great Hall with the rest of the Noble-" Harry trailed off as he realized that Conrad was not considered as one of the Noble Families because of his human blood. Harry couldn't believe he had forgotten something so important. He was saddened at the thought that Conrad would not be there for his coronation.

"About that Harry," started Conrad, his grin getting wider. "There has been a slight change of plans; Mother's idea really. You see, as Günter belongs to the Ten Noble Families, he must be one of the witnesses of the coronation. As such, he cannot introduce you to the assembly of Noble Families. And since you are only fifteen, you must be escorted by kinsmen. As your unofficial Godfather, it falls upon me to support you through the ceremony."

Harry beamed at Conrad and Günter. Günter, of course, seemed to almost faint with happiness and Conrad just grinned back. Harry felt a lot lighter than he had a few minutes ago. The burden of what was about to happen seemed to lift as he realized he was not alone.

***

"How long before the coronation starts, Conrad?" asked Harry beginning to fidget.

Conrad smiled at Harry's actions. Harry seemed a lot calmer now then he had been only moments ago. Günter had left to attend to the pre-coronation ceremonial cleansing of the Nobles. "It will only be a few more minutes Harry. The coronation is scheduled to start at noon. I see you managed to get Günter to allow you to carry your staff."

"So, are there any hidden surprises that I need to be wary about, Conrad?" asked Harry.

"I am not truly certain of that Harry. You see I've never even seen it outside of a history textbook." Conrad smiled at the look on Harry's face. "You do realize that the last Demon Queen was my mother, don't you Harry? She was crowned before I was born, over a hundred and eighty years ago."

Harry's jaw seemed to unhinge as the words registered to his shocked mind. "Harry, you do not realize how sacred this duty is. There have only been 26 rulers before you. It has been 4000 years since the Great One founded the Demon Kingdom. It truly is a privilege to witness a coronation."

"I'm glad you're here for me, Conrad."

"I'm glad I could be here for you too Harry."

***

It took another fifteen minutes before the bells chimed and the doors opened to reveal the Great Hall, and the members of the Noble families waiting along the red carpet leading up to what looked to be a platform in front of a rather large fountain of water flowing down from somewhere in the wall. Lady Celi was waiting near the fountain with what appeared to be a real crown.
Harry wasn't sure what he expected, but for some reason he had not really pictured an actual crown. He almost cursed himself for his stupidity.

'Coronation means being crowned. How can you be crowned without an actual crown?'

Accompanied by Conrad, Harry made his way to the center of the platform. Lady Celi began the address, which Harry was almost too nervous to listen to. It was only Conrad squeezing his elbow supportively that kept Harry from dashing out the door, Gryffindor courage or not. Harry held his staff tighter.

"We are gathered here to witness the holy nomination and coronation of our 27th Demon King. By the will of the Great One, our King has been chosen. We of the Noble Families accept the choice and swear to be unwavering in our loyalty to his Majesty."

"With our mind, body and magic, we swear!" the reply from the Nobles came as an almost thundering response as it echoed of the walls of the great hall.

Harry got down on one knee, as he was told and held his head up high. According to Günter, the kneeling was to symbolize respect for the crown of the Great One and he was not to bow his head to show the pride in his appointment as the chosen King. Lady Celi placed the crown on his head and motioned for him to stand.

"I present to you the 27th King of the Great Demon Kingdom."

All present got down on one knee, except Lady Celi. She handed Harry a silver goblet which he took in one hand. Harry had to agree with Günter now when he told him that having a staff during the ceremony would be awkward.

Harry wanted to use a bit of his magic but was afraid of offending the people present. Instead he tucked the staff into his sword belt and just walked over to the fountain that was trying to be a waterfall and stuck the goblet into the center where there appeared to be a large hole. While waiting for the goblet to fill, Harry recalled his conversation with Günter and Lady Celi the night before about this part of the ceremony.

***

The night before…

"So Günter tell me, why are only the Ten Noble Families allowed to witness the coronation?" asked Harry. "And what is so special about the fountain?"

"It is my pleasure to answer all your questions, Your Highness. Only the Ten Noble Families were given the right to witness the first moments of the new king as a reward for their ancestors role in the battle with the Originators. We will go over the full history of the battle when I start your education. I cannot wait to start our lessons, Your Majesty. As for the Fountain, it is said to have been created by the Great One himself when you built Covenant Castle. It was the only time that anyone has ever been able to conjure water from stone. It is also the water that shows the will of the Great One. If the Great One approves of the new king, he will gently grip that person's hand as they fill the sacred goblet."

"What!?"

"It's just for show," Lady Celi said. "I placed my hand and goblet inside during my ceremony as well, but no one squeezed it. Leave your hand inside for a moment to emphasize the importance of the gesture, then slowly pull your hand out and raise the goblet high. As if you have indeed received the Great One's recognition. See, Harry, there's nothing difficult about it, right?"

***

Back to the coronation…

Harry stood still as he waited for the Goblet to fill. Time seemed to slow down as the water separated into droplets. Suddenly Harry felt a pull along his arm along with the feeling of being sucked through a tube. A feeling of déjà vu came over Harry as the familiar feeling of drowning came over him. It was his last thought before he blacked out.

***

When Harry came back to consciousness, it was already dark. The first thing Harry realized was that he was wet and currently sitting in water that came up to his chest. Harry tried to see where he was and reached out to search for his glasses automatically before he froze. Everything was blurry. He had been able to see clearly for weeks. And now he suddenly needed his glasses again. What surprised him even more was when a questing hand found the glasses submerged near the bottom of the water body.

As he put on his glasses, Harry's memories began to return. The coronation stood out vividly in his mind. What had happened?

Harry looked around in the dark and realization dawned on him. He was back in Surrey!

A deep feeling of loss swept through Harry. The pain was so deep, Harry felt like he couldn't breathe. Why was he back? Was it all just a dream?

Harry sat in the pond for several minutes fighting the tears that threatened to fall. He wanted to rage at the world, but all he felt was an all encompassing sadness. He finally got up, barely noticing the wet state of his clothing. The walk back to No. 4 Privet Drive seemed to take forever. Every step of the way, Harry would look around, hoping that he would wake up and this would all just be a bad dream.

When he reached his Aunt's Home, he was not surprised to see that the door was locked. Instead of waiting for his aunt to open the door, which he knew she wouldn't, he made his way to the back entrance and let himself in using the spare key which lay underneath the mat. Harry wiped his shoes on the mat carefully before entering the kitchen.

Harry was assaulted by the outraged shriek of his Aunt as she caught sight of him. "It's your doing, you Freak! My poor Dudley. How could you do that to my baby?"

The shriek attracted the attention of Vernon whose face quickly turned a bright shade of purple. He swung at Harry with his fist. Harry was so shocked he didn't dodge away from the blow. Vernon, for all his lack of care, had never physically hurt him before.

The blow caused Harry to fly into the kitchen table, which unfortunately was made of glass. The glass shattered and pierced through Harry's skin like a hot knife through butter. Vernon however barely seemed to notice as he picked up Harry by his collar and bodily lifted him and threw him into the cupboard under the stairs.

"I will not have your freakishness infect our home anymore! You will stay in there forever, if I have any say about. Lets see your freaks rescue you now."

The last thing Harry heard before he passed out was the snap of a padlock on the cupboard door.

***

Harry clawed his way back to consciousness as heard voices. He was surrounded in darkness, in what seemed to be-

'Oh.'

Harry remembered what had happened. What he couldn't figure out was why? Why did Vernon attack him? The last thing that happened in this world was Dudley bullying the new kid on the block and Piers pushing him into the pond.

Harry refused to believe that the Demon Kingdom was just a dream. As he sat up, he reached to turn on the bulb. Unfortunately, it appeared that either it had fused or the Dursley never bothered to change it. Shrouded in darkness, Harry's injuries finally began to ask for attention. Harry removed the cape, thankful for the protection it provided him.

Then he realized. Harry hadn't worn a cape when he was pushed into the pond. He felt around for the clasp and traced the bird pin, hope rising in his chest. It had been real. Harry was sad for the loss of his new family but overjoyed at the fact that he hadn't dreamed it all.

Harry gingerly removed the cloak. It seemed to have the most glass shards. Next he removed his coat. He could almost kiss Günter for making him wear it. By the time Harry reached his white shirt, Harry had removed a vast majority of shards from his clothing. Harry really wasn't looking forward to seeing his injuries. He was just glad he had somehow stopped bleeding.

The voices were getting louder; bring Harry's attention back to them. Harry wasn't able to identify them as they sounded muffled. Harry didn't bother to call out for help as he knew they wouldn't help him. Instead he concentrated on getting to one of the larger shards embedded in his back. As he turned his back to the door to pull out the shard, the momentum of the move caused his hand to slip and knock into the door.

Ignoring the lull in the background, Harry continued to work on getting the glass piece out. After several tries, he finally got it out. He fell exhausted and in pain to the ground which was sticky with his blood. He could barely move. As he lay there, he heard the voices getting closer. Though he couldn't make out what was being said, he did realize that one of the voices belonged to an older man who was not his uncle.

After a bit of shouting, Harry flinched when he heard what appeared to be a hammer bang against the cupboard door. Harry wasn't sure what was going on, but he could barely bring himself to care. He just lay there as the cupboard door was forced open.

***

Chief Inspector Ryan Timothy Jones had been an officer in her Majesty's Police Force for the last twenty years. Jones had seen very few real crimes committed in Surrey and he could count on one hand the number of times he had been called to Little Whinging. So imagine his surprise when he got a desperate call for help from a minor living in Little Whinging. He had arrived at the scene no more than five minutes after the call. When he arrived at the park that he had been directed to, he was met by a Japanese boy no more than sixteen years old. As he was led to the scene of the crime, the young boy quickly explained in detail what had occurred.

According to the boy, whose name was Ken Murata, he had been accosted by a gang of neighborhood bullies who had tried to steal his money. But the boy was hardly worried about himself. It appeared that another boy had come to his rescue but was clearly unable to do much more than provide a distraction. Young Murata appeared distraught at the thought of what those bullies had done to his would-be savior. As they neared the pond, four boys were running towards him. Upon seeing his uniform, they stopped dead in their tracks.

Jones did not need his years of experience to be able to read the guilt written on those boys' faces.

"Anyone wants to tell me what happened here?" he asked using his most intimidating stares.

It was the fat kid who broke first. "Piers did it!"

"No, I didn't. It was your idea."

"I didn't ask you to drown him."

Suddenly Jones had a really bad feeling.

"Where is he? Show me!" he ordered. He wasn't sure who it was but someone had apparently been drowned. He desperately called for backup.

The bullies' ran back to where they came from. Jones hurriedly followed them. They reached the pond within seconds. But there was no one in sight. A bag lay on the ground forgotten.

The pond water was not deep; nonetheless Jones went into the water to search for signs of a body. He ordered the boys to help. After several minutes of searching, they could not find anybody. Jones sighed in relief. He had been terrified at the thought of finding a dead child.

While searching, he had been able to gather the name of the boy and his relationship to the fat kid Dudley Dursley. As backup arrived, Jones explained to the constable the situation. They agreed that the situation needed to be looked into and arrested the four boys. Murata was asked to give a statement.

Parents of the arrested boys were called to the station. Jones was disgusted to see the Dursley family's total lack of concern for the missing boy. Instead they seemed to blame him for being the victim of his cousin's criminal activities. In light of all the information, Jones refused to allow them to go home with their parents. Maybe an overnight stay in the lockup would wake these kids up to the reality of where their actions were leading up to.

Vernon Dursley however struck him as someone who didn't want to listen to reason. It was only when Jones told him that any more threats would result in a jail stay that he shut up and left.

Jones knew that he couldn't put out an APB until the child had been missing for 24 hours. Instead he informed the neighborhood watch about the missing child. It had only taken Jones minutes to realize how badly the family treated their nephew. The neighbors had been more than happy to share the open secret of Privet Drive. No one had bought into the lies spewed by the Dursleys. The children had constantly complained about being bullied by Dudley. It appeared that the only reason no one had reported it sooner was because no one wanted to be the one to disrupt the peace of Privet drive.

It disgusted Jones that they refused to help a child for the sake of keeping up appearances. But he didn't allow his feelings to show and gave his number to be contacted in the event that the boy was to return home.

Several hours later, Murata called Jones on the cell phone, telling him that his mother saw Harry enter his home through the back door about an hour before and just told him about it.

Jones quickly made his way to the Dursley's home. He brought along a social worker Jenny Taylor who was a friend of his. When he arrived, he was ushered into the living room by Mrs. Dursley. On his way there, he noticed the cupboard under the stairs had a very large padlock and appeared to be nailed shut.

As they made their way to the living room, Jones asked, "Where's Harry Potter?"

Petunia Dursley's face froze in fear even as she replied, "He hasn't come home yet."

"Mrs. Dursley, do you know the penalty of lying to an officer of the law?"

Before she could answer, Vernon burst into the room.

"You again! What are you doing in my house? Get out!"

"Mr. Dursley, I am here in an official capacity. Mrs. Jenny Taylor here is a child welfare worker who is here to determine the living condition of your nephew."

Jones had never seen a man pale faster than Dursley did that moment.

"T-the b-boy hasn't be-been home all day. I am sure he will be back in no time."

"Mr. Dursley, I have it on reliable source that Mr. Potter arrived home over an hour ago. I must insist that you present him to us immediately."

"Are you calling me a liar?" yelled Vernon. "You want to see for yourself, do so. Check his room. He isn't there."

Jones and Taylor followed the Dursley's up the stairs and past what appeared to be the master bedroom and Dudley's room and arrived at a small room with about a dozen locks on the outside. As Vernon opened the room, they could all see that there was no one there. Jones checked all the rooms upstairs and couldn't find the boy anywhere. It was when they came downstairs that he heard the sound of a knock. Mistaking it for a knock on the door, he went downstairs hoping to see if the boy had returned. Finding no one, he turned to Vernon and saw him sweating bullets. It was then he realized something was horribly off.

The sound of knocking appeared again and this time it brought his attention to the cupboard under the stairs. The blood seemed to freeze in his veins as he saw what appeared to be blood seeping out from under the door of the cupboard. The Dursley's seemed to notice it as well.

"Open the cupboard," demanded Jones.

"I-I d-don't have the key," replied Vernon, now terrified. "I threw it away."

"Get me a hammer, NOW!" ordered Jones and Vernon jumped to comply. He knew that even with the key, he would still have to break down the door because it was nailed shut. As Vernon returned with the hammer, Jones looked at Taylor who nodded and took out her cell phone. He knew she was calling for the ambulance and backup.

Within minutes, Jones decimated the door. Heedless of the splinters, he shoved it aside to get a look at the boy. He was dressed in a white shirt that was soaked in blood.

"It's ok, son, I am here to get you out. Can you answer me?" asked Jones, trying his best to stay calm. He almost cried in joy when he heard a mumbled reply. The boy was alive! Already the sounds of the ambulance could be heard.

"Ok son, I'm going to get you out of here. Don't move. The paramedics will be here in a minute."

As he handcuffed the Dursley's, who were too scared to speak, he counted the seconds until help arrived.

Within moments, the paramedics had the boy secured in a gurney and on their way to the hospital. The sight would haunt his dreams for months. The bleeding boy, desperately clutching a red silk cloak with a gold pin, smiling his thanks at him.

***

Headmaster Dumbledore was happy, happier than he had been for several years. It had been a few weeks since the end of Voldemort's evil reign, and everything seemed to be falling into its rightful place. Though the aurors were still hunting for the remaining death eaters, Fudge had been replaced as Minister of Magic by Amelia Bones, and Sirius Black had been granted a trial with Veritaserum and was a free man as of today.

The only problem had been Sirius's insistence on getting custody of his godson immediately. While Dumbledore had no objection to having Harry live with Sirius, he worried for the boy's safety. Until all the dark wizards had been captured, Harry was safest with the protection of the Blood Wards around his aunt's home. Years ago, Dumbledore had been able to place blood wards around the home by anchoring Lily Potter's sacrifice to her next of kin Petunia. He looked at the ward-stone on his desk. Harry was safest there-

Dumbledore's train of thought was cut off by the change in color of the ward-stone. How could this be? The wards were gone!

Dumbledore stuck his head into his fireplace and urgently fire-called Severus Snape. Moments later, Snape Floo'd into the room.

"This better be important Albus, I am in the middle of a very volatile experiment."

"Severus, this is important. I need you to go to check on Harry right now."

"Why would I want to do that? I see enough of the brat during the school year-"

Dumbledore cut off Snape. "The blood wards are down. Harry's in danger," said Dumbledore, and seeing Snapefreeze, he continued. "I need to go get the order together in case of an attack. You are the only one I trust to do this, Severus. You also are the only one who recognizes all the death eaters on sight. 'Protect Lily Potter's little prince'."

"As you wish, Albus."

***

Severus Snape had a very deep secret that he had never shared with more than a handful of people. Growing up, Severus had had only one true friend. Lily Evans. He had despaired when he had been sorted into Slytherin and Lily into Gryffindor, but she had maintained her friendship with him regardless of house loyalties. She stood up for him on more occasions than he cared to remember. After their first true falling out in his sixth year, it took him a whole year to realize how much he needed his friend. Snape had worried that it was too late to salvage his life when he had been coerced into taking the Dark Lord's Mark. It didn't even take Severus a week to realize that all the promises of the Dark Lord were lies. When he crawled back to Lily and confessed all, it was she who convinced him to trust Dumbledore.

And he did trust the man. He became the perfect spy for Dumbledore. He had spied for the man for almost two decades, performing the most heinous deeds when commanded by the lunatic of a dark lord. His link to Lily had been a liability and when the Dark Lord found out about the prophesy, Dumbledore had deemed it unsafe for him to have ties to Lily while spying. While it had made sense, it hurt to be parted from the only true family he had since the death of his mother. It also bothered him when Black was named godfather instead of him. As a result, he buried his memories of Lily deep under layers of occumency, away from even his own conscious reach. The trigger held by Dumbledore awaiting for the time when it was safe to remember.

So when Albus told him to protect Lily Potter's little prince, Severus allowed himself to remember Lily, His friend, his confidant, his sister in all but blood. He allowed himself to think of Potter as Harry. It was time. Severus was finally free of his life as a spy. Dumbledore had freed him from his role. with this act, he would openly declare his true allegiances to the Death Eaters.

Severus made his way to his godson's home. It was time to fulfill his promise to Lily.

***

Snape arrived at No. 4 Privet Drive just as the ambulance was taking Harry away. He quickly disillusioned himself and got into the police car that was pulling out. Using legilimency, he tried to piece together what had happened. All the muggle knew was that the boy had been injured and was in critical condition.

As they reached the hospital, Snape oblivated the muggle officer of his reason for being at the hospital and then, sent him on his way. He was sure that Dumbeldore would be able to take care of the rest of the muggles. Using a point me spell, he located Harry's whereabouts. It appeared that the ambulance had just brought him in.

Snape only had seconds to cast a notice me not charm on Harry. He didn't wait to oblivate the muggle doctors as he knew the oblivation squad was on its way. Using a diagnostic spell, Snape determined that the most pressing concern for Harry was the blood loss. He pulled out a blood replenishing potion from the batch of potions he always carried with him. After forcing the potion down the boy's throat, he put him under a stasis spell and activated the portkey to Hogwarts.

Snape and Harry arrived directly into the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. At this point, Severus would have preferred to go to St. Mungo's but he didn't have a portkey for that destination and didn't want to risk splinching Harry while apparating.

Within seconds Poppy arrived. Snape knew that she had a bracelet charmed to let her know when someone entered the infirmary. Seeing the bloodied form of the savior of the Wizarding World she hurriedly began her work.

As he put Harry down on the bed, Snape realized that all this time he had been holding his hand. Without removing his hand, Snape sat down on the bed next to Harry and gave the little hand a squeeze. Snape finally took a breath and relaxed. Harry was safe and he was going to be alright.

***

Meanwhile, in the demon kingdom…

"Where is he!?"

"Calm down, Wolfram. We will find out soon enough."

"Calm down?! How can you ask me to calm down, Conrad? Something just took Harry away, right from under our noses. How can I calm down, Conrad tell me. Where the hell is he?"

"Ulrike will know, Wolfram. She is still in communion with the Great One. We will have to wait until she comes out. We cannot disturb her, Wolfram. You know it is forbidden."

Wolfram looked at Gwendal and tried to reign in his temper. It was not anger so much as bone chilling fear. What could have snatched Harry away and that too from the most secure place in the Demon Kingdom?

A/N: I totally wrote this chapter in a few hours. It's 6 am and I can't write anymore. God I have school in a couple of hours. To sleep or not to sleep, that is the question. Now I have not read this chapter so it might be full of plot holes. Let me know if I messed up totally. I do not have the will power to proof read my work, so I will only correct blatant mistakes. As for the Ten Noble Families, I know it was initially twelve in the previous chapter but I changed it. Mostly because I couldn't count and only wrote down ten names but then I tried to find out two more and I couldn't so it's only ten families.

If anyone wants to adopt the story please do so. It's interfering with my life.

* Totally lifted that quote from 'Dune' by Frank Herbert. Excellent story for anyone who hasn't read it already.