The Demon-Who-Lived

Chapter 18

The Shocking Discovery, and "$100 Dollar Bill yall"

A/N: Good evening, Stormtroopers! I've now opened up two polls on my page so you guys can now make your choice of who should be the serial killer and if I should have Jason (Harry), Nergal Junior, and Irwin as the new golden trio. Whatever you choose, is up to you.

I apologize if you guys don't get Toadblatt's yet despite my promise, the truth is that I remembered Arabella Figg from Harry Potter, and I felt like I just cut her out of the story completely, which wouldn't do very well because she's technically a spy who lives near Harry, and whom she watched over during the 80s, and 90s, so she'll play a major or supporting role in this chapter.

Finally, do you guys like rap? Well, if your answer is "yes", then you're in luck, because I'll be having some awesome rap lyrics be reminded to you this chapter.

Anyway, enjoy!

Thursday, August 1st, 7:30am...

Arabella Figg brushed one of her many cats as she hummed quietly towards the quietness that filled her home. This was the third time one of her cats had been shedding fur, and she made sure that this time, if one of them shed, she'd get most of it in the trash instead of the floor collecting it for her.

"This is very, very odd. The Dursleys have gone on vacation for at least a week, and yet Harry isn't here."

Arabella had commonly had to take care of Harry whenever the Dursleys went on vacation, as they obviously despised him with a passion because they feared he'd go suffer accidental magic. She made sure that Harry didn't like the time with her, as she feared that the Dursleys would prevent her from seeing him afterwards.

Strangely though, the Dursleys went on vacation this time, but Harry wasn't delivered to her home. He didn't show up at all, he was just not coming.

'Where could he be?' she wondered, 'Did they decide to keep him in the cupboard full time?'

She feared a little that the job she had for the Order of The Phoenix would be something she'd have to lose, as this was somewhat easy work for her, yet her purpose was gone. The last time she saw Harry was when his uncle dragged him to the car and it drove away. Two days later, the car returned and Vernon got out, but Harry didn't.

Arabella believed that the reason she didn't see Harry was because his uncle likely would get him out later, or else Harry just stayed there for a few minutes before entering the house. But now, she was convinced that Harry was gone, as that was almost 2 MONTHS since she last saw him.

'Where is he? He should be here by now.' Becoming nervous, she stood up from her chair, while she carefully held the cat she was brushing. She placed the cat down and walked towards her desk and sat down. Then she pulled out a piece of paper, and took her quill out of the inkwell to start writing.

Dear Albus Dumbledore,

I hate to inform you of this, but I am beginning to have some belief that Harry Potter has gone missing.

The Dursleys have went on vacation on July 29th, and they're not returning until next sunday. Now usually this would mean Harry would be under my care, yet when they went on vacation, Harry wasn't dropped off. I think before the Dursleys that Harry had run away or else was put up for adoption.

The last time I saw him was the week before the summer for muggles would begin. He was being dragged into his uncle's car and shoved in the back seat. The car Vernon Dursley drove didn't return until 2 days after it left, and when it did, Vernon was the only one who exited the vehicle, Harry never came out. I thought at first he hesitated, but I started to begin believing that he is gone since the Dursleys kept no contact with me, and not once did they ask if they could have me watch Harry, especially for when the family left the house multiple times. I thought at first that they were punishing him and keeping him locked under the cupboard, but I can believe now that he no longer is there.

If Harry is indeed missing, Albus, I ask you to help launch a search party throughout England. If he doesn't return to his relatives, the blood ward will no longer stay alive like you said.

Please, Albus, I'll need your help.

Sincerely, Arabella Figg

Once she finished writing the letter, she went into the back and pulled out an envelope, before she brought it back to her desk and folded the written letter in half to stuff it in the envelope.

She then made a whistle, which summoned a barn owl. "Get this delivered to Albus Dumbledore, stat." The owl hooted before it snatched the letter and took off.

Later...

Hogwarts, 8:30am...

Albus Dumbledore was sucking on a lemon drop he popped into his mouth while he sat at his chair in his office. It was a very quiet day, and he had to prepare when the new students arrived at the beginning of September. These would include Ron Weasley, Hermionie Granger, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, and many other students who would be given a random house at the beginning. The student he had his hopes the most however, was Harry Potter.

Harry Potter, that name just gave a flash of positive images come across his head. The Boy-Who-Lived, who would be under his grandfather persona, and have him dislike muggles, would honor him as the parent he never had, and would simply do whatever he could to defeat Lord Voldemort. Besides that, he would have Harry on his own, if rumors and hate was delivered to him, it would go, no matter how much it angered him.

As he sat there daydreaming about the future, there was a loud tap on his window. *TAP, TAP, TAP*

"Who is there?" he replied in a sudden daze.

The window flung open, almost hitting the ceiling, as a barn owl flew straight into Dumbledore's office. It flew halfway across until it dropped a letter right in front of him. Once the letter was dropped, the owl turned around and flew back through the window.

"Huh, I wasn't expecting mail today." He picked up the letter to read the front of the envelope.

Mr. Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hogwarts Castle, Highlands, Scotland, Great Britain

"Let's see what's inside." He turned the envelope around and opened it via the pin. He gently tugged the letter out, unfolded it, and started reading.

One Letter Later...

If Kylo Ren's anger was considered insane, then Dumbledore would make him look like Macbeth.

Immediately after reading the letter the first time, Albus just dropped it in a state of disbelief, like if Lucius Malfoy stopped working for the Death Eaters. This couldn't be, this wasn't supposed to happen, never.

He picked the letter up again and re-read it 3 times. As each read passed, he would become less and less in disbelief, and more into the point where he could just brink his sanity. Eventually, after 4 reads in a row, his left eyelid squinted.

"No, no."Dumbledore sat for nearly 3 seconds paralyzed from what he read, how could Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, just totally disappear without any trace at all?

Immediately after those 3 seconds of silence, he held the letter with both of his hands, and moved them to the top. Like if he tore a poster off the wall, the letter simply tore in half completely. He continued tearing the letter apart until there was nothing left but little shreds sitting on his desk. "NOOOO!" He stood up from his desk, and threw the glove sitting on his desk straight onto the floor. The top of the globe broke off, and Fawkes quickly flew off his usual sitting position and at the window where letters would usually come from.

Dumbledore unleashed even more as he kicked his desk, causing the object to fall sideways and at a bookshelf, slipping books and papers in the process. He went towards his chair to pick it up, and he whacked it against the candlesticks, which fell onto the floor and started catching the carpet on fire as the chair just shattered against the balcony.

Dumbledore picked up his desk, before he started whacking the bookshelves with it. Books continuously fell from their spots, while very few stayed on the shelves. Those that touched the ground would be stepped on and caught on fire with the candlesticks.

Dumbledore climbed up a bookcase and pulled the sorting hat from its usual sitting area, before he also tossed it in the fire.

Dumbledore let out a massive roar, which would make a good competition between him and Godzilla. It wasn't until he stopped that the old man started cleaning up the mess.

Before anyone could guess, the office was now back to the way it was, but some of the books had to be discarded, as well with the remains of the letter Arabella Figg sent him.

There was no noise going on in Dumbledore's office for 5 minutes, before a loud bang on the door drove him out of his silence.

"Come in." he said in another daze.

An old woman who appeared to be in her 60s, who had black hair, and a green dress, entered the room. Her name was Minerva McGonagall.

"Albus, what is going on? In the past five minutes, the whole staff in the castle heard massive roars and banging coming straight from your office." She started.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, before he re-entered his grandfather persona. "I am very sorry, Minerva, I was just letting my anger out when I was given a letter by Arabella Figg which she believes that Harry Potter was missing." said Dumbledore.

McGonagall's face turned stone cold. "What did it say?"

Dumbledore went to his trash can that was hiding underneath his desk, and pulled out all of the shredded pieces of paper sitting in it. "Reparo.", he casted. The torn up letter in a matter of minutes fused back together good as new. He then handed the parchment paper to McGonagall.

Upon finishing, she herself was in a bit of shock. "Albus, what does this mean?"

"It means that we will have to look around England, and perhaps further, for Harry. He is our only hope that we have to bring down The Dark Lord once and for all."

Minerva however, looked angry. "Albus, if we don't find Harry by the end of the next semester, I'm afraid the school will be closed."

"What?" Dumbledore looked at McGonagall in a face of 'WTF?'. "I don't care how long it takes to find him, we will not stop until he is successfully returned to his relatives. Petunia is the only member of Harry's family that will make sure that he is protected."

"Could he just be actually just be hiding in the cupboard or else taken with them?" Minerva stuttered.

"Perhaps, but we have to be certain. Arabella wouldn't write to me if she wasn't sure that this would be possible."

Dumbledore and McGonagall than apparated towards 4 Privet Drive, and began to turn the place upside down. They searched from top to bottom, the cupbaord, the upstairs compartment, even cabinets for a note, any detection of Harry anywhere.

But in the end, the duo found nothing of Harry at all.

Upon leaving the house, Dumbledore was about to let out his fury again until McGonagall put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't risk it Albus, you'll get us in trouble."

Dumbledore once again took a deep breath, although it was a very angered filled one. "We're going to have to find him or complete this war without him, then. I'll have others look for him in England, Scotland, America, and Brazil."

The two then disappeared.

Endsville, USA.

August 15th, 3:45pm...

In Irwin's house, Junior and Jason were hanging out with Billy and Mandy one more time before they would have to start getting their supplies as well. Today, Iriwn surprisingly had gotten some sort of music game which wasn't karoke, but instead some random music compartment in which people could sing towards certain songs.

"Are you sure you wanna try this, yo? I don't know if that'll work." Irwin asked.

"Yeah, I'm certain, after all, I think rap is awesome."

"Okay, but make sure this is what you want, and not something stupid."

"Sure thing." Jason said, picking up the microphone.

"What song will you be singing?" Junior asked.

"$100 dollar bill y'all." Jason responded.

Soon enough, the game flickered on, and the lyrics began to appear.

"Get numbers, get names. Big dangs, head hunters get brains. Big fangs, give niggas shit stains, the shit name, and don't you forget me."

"Wow, for such a little boy, you certainly have some skills in rap." Grim commented, impressed with the skill Jason had.

"Ice Cube mothafucka, next to me you a test-tube mothafucka, we kinda rude mothafucka, get to close and" he slammed his fist into his palm as he continued, "Fucka, Fucka, Fucka."

"Ooooohhhh." Junior said in a laughing matter.

" Got a $100 dollar bill y'all, I'm about to spend this bitch, I spend this bitch. Got a $100 dollar bill y'all, I'm about to spend this bitch, I spend this bitch." Jason concluded.

Junior clapped at what work his brother had done, he was amazed by how well his brother could rap, especially since he did it just as good as Daniel Radcliffe, and was just pleased to see the result.

Billy was snoring, but then again, Grim did tell him not to overgo energy drinks, which he didn't listen of course.

Mandy just clapped slowly, although she still looked disinterested, like she always did.

"Wow, yo, you were like a rap god." Irwin applauded. "You should be a rapper when you become older."

"I might, I might."

August 29th, 7:25am...

Junior and Jason stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to come so they could get their passes towards the driver and get to their location. They were dressed in their common atire, although Jason held his fedora, which thankfully was repaired when he returned to the store. The hat thankfully didn't receive a big tear in the middle, or else it would be considered done.

Junior then checked his watch. "Shouldn't they be here by now? It's almost 5 minutes before the bus will come."

"Nah, it's more than likely they'll appear after it comes because of Chris Farley." The brothers laughed.

Irwin then whistled, as he randomly appeared behind the brothers. "Whoa, how did you get here?"

"I just turned into a bat and flew over here, yo. Better than having to walk."

"I guess I can agree in that." Jason responded.

There was a long silence while the 3 minutes passed.

Junior checked his watch again. "Where the fuck are they? The bus will be here any moment now."

The three then heard someone struggling as they turned to the right to see Billy being dragged out by Grim and Mandy towards the bus stop.

"Must eat more Chocolate Sailors." Billy demanded.

"No, Billy, I told you repeatedly to eat your toast with bacon, but you kept on eating goddamn sweets." Grim argued.

"Chocolate Sailors are awesome."

"But they'll cause you to throw up to death." Mandy replied.

Billy just held onto the front step of his house with all his might. "Come on, Billy. We're going to Toadblatt's for a school semester."

Billy at first didn't hear, but then immediately rose up. "Yay!" he paused, "Wait a minute, wasn't Toadblatt's supposed to be summer school?"

"Yes, but Toadblatt himself wants to try serving the semester during the school year so he could get more votes towards being a great magical school."

Eventually, Grim pulled Billy off the step and onto his shoulders, although he grunted as he and Mandy skiddled to the bus stop.

The bus finally arrived, although it was a couple minutes early. "Greetings," the male bus driver stated, "where will you 5 be going?" The 4 kids presented their Toadblatt passes. "Alright, well then, let's go."

The gang got onto the bus, before it started to drive off.

"Ah, my boys are going up so fast." Nergal said as he watched the bus drive away while he was viewing it through his camera view. "I'll be amazed at how well they'll do. Just remember boys, make sure to have some friends." he said cheerfully.

A/N: Yes, the part with Jason and the gang was rushed, but I wanted to get this out of the way before Toadblatt's starts to come. Disappointing, but still something because I wanted to make sure no character was completely cut.

Also, the wizards that were sent to look for Jason (Harry) started off in New York since that is where the Magical Congress of the United States is. New York, how much we hate the fact you have everything.

Anyway, please review, and I'll see you next time.