Chapter 26. Death and Biscuits

Did anyone get the why the book name was Faust in the last chapter? Moving on, this chapter will focus mostly on Albus and his grandfather.

P.S.-I'm not JKRowling and I am not making any money off this fanfiction.

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He landed in a picture perfect neighborhood. The lawns were manicured, the lights were all on, and the sidewalks were swept. All except for one house in the middle of the Privet Drive. It's lawn was messy and overgrown, and there was a small 'for sale' sign in the yard. The scent of a small child seemed concentrated here, and he was determined to find said child.

Confident that no mortals would see him, he walked directly to the messy house. A wave of his hand and the door opened silently. The first smell that hit him was blood. The blood of four lifeforms, three that shared his blood had shed here. His first priority was to find the one that had managed to turn. The others may share blood but until they could shift into their true form, they would not be accepted as clan.

Slightly disturbed, he was puzzled as he found the strongest scent of the child behind a small door with a bolt on top. Anger rose as he realized that the child had been locked up in the small room for extended lengths of time. His pupils turned into slits as the anger built at the horrors that his kin had endured. Blood was smelled here too, but there was no sign of the hatchling.

He could feel the violence in the house, and was worried for his kin. He decided the only way to get answers was to see it for himself, and so a wave of magic hit the house. The very walls of the house echoed and told stories of memories over the years. Ghostly forms ran back and forth, and he became angry and angrier as he saw the abuse heaped on his kin. How could these beings treat their own blood in such a manner? He watched forms and figures take shape, and he saw that someone had taken justice into their own hands. That he could agree with, as he saw a fellow dragon had rose up to save the nestling. He would have to find out more about this male half dragon, as they had developed an family bond to the young nestling.

Still their work was incomplete, as nearly every house on the neighborhood had residents that had hurt the nestling. He went outside and put out the same burst of magic, searching for memories of the small boy. He took special note of a few that went out to deliberately hurt and humiliate the child. He would make sure that they would pay for their mistake, for no one harms a dragon and live.

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Godric had drank an entire bottle of firewhiskey. He cried, fumed, got completely starkers, then vomited in a spectacular explosion of color. Now he simply sat in a cold shower, staring at the side of the tub that had a small scratch.

'Everyone is gone, they are gone, everyone is gone, I'm all alone...' and it kept repeating itself over and over in his head. He listened to the entire story, and Ingrid left to go check on the house guests. Then he ranted and raved until he tired himself out. Bertie had calmly endured it all and supplied him with liquor when Godric ran out. He also gave Godric a potion to make sure alcohol poisoning was not a threat.

The elf stocked up the fridge, and a small elf named Zeus would take care of all the meals and cleaning while he came to terms with reality. Bertie said he would come check on him after two days, then would come the lessons to get caught up to today's reality.

But today, today was a day for mourning the fact that all his loved ones and friends had died with the exception of Ammut. He prayed for the pain to stop, as his heart was aching. Godric dragged himself to the floor of the bathroom, and fell asleep. Ammut, in the form of a gorilla, picked up her wizard and put him in bed.

"My poor Godric" she said sadly.

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Albus finished pouring the blood along the edge of the circle. It just wouldn't do to have his great-grandfather uncomfortable in the human realm. He then waved his wand towards the fire he built earlier with some drunkard's body. The coals and ash would make the stay longer than an ordinary fire would. The only thing he left was the heart, which he had placed on a plate for his grandfather with the other snacks.

The scrap of human leather had the spell written on it, and was fully charged. The more evil put into opening the portal, the more power his grandfather would carry over from the demon realm.

The leather was dipped in innocent blood, then thrown into the salt circle. At once the circle lit up, and runes previously unseen glowed all around the room. The air began to heat up, and the rock circle began to crackle. The smell of brimstone and death filled the air, and a small black cloud seemed to rise out of the circle.

The energy intensified as the cloud began to take shape. It suddenly solidified, and a beautiful naked young man appeared. He was curled up on the salt rock, covered with dirt, blood, and tattoos seemingly asleep with his eyes shut. Albus marveled that none of it deterred from the beautiful pale form of his grandfather, then squashed the lust that arose from nowhere. Suddenly, pale blue eyes flashed open and saw an older wizard standing next to a squashy chair.

He sniffed the air, and smelled his blood running through the old mans veins and the distinct taint of evil.

He stood up, not worried by his nakedness and took a good look at his surroundings before addressing his grandson.

"Albus, how good of you to call me up for a little chat. It has been some time. How is your delightful brother ?"

"It is good to see you, Atramortis. Aberforth is still fearful and shuns his heritage. Shall I clean you up?" and Albus waved his wand and the demon was clean and clothed. A beautiful man with tousled black hair and lightly muscled form stood before him clad in a beautifully cut silk robe. Albus sat in his chair and the demon mirrored his actions with unnatural grace. Atramortis sipped the dainty cup and marveled at the flavor. Blood of a tainted innocent was quite delicate, and Albus had exquisite taste.

"Oh, young blood and biscuits made with human fat. You do spoil me so, Albus. Fresh heart too? Hmm...it tastes of drunkenness and lies; absolutely delicious! May I ask why you called me, or did you simply miss your dear grandfather? You know I can manipulate my shape in anyway you wish." and a lecherous grin across his face as he took a bite of his biscuit.

Albus winced. Demons had no boundaries or morals and his grandfather was no exception. He would have to be careful to make sure his grandfather did not take advantage of him.

"I have called because I need you to help me. I found I was under a few curses and I cannot figure out how to break them. I am not even sure of what they are, but they prevent me from feeding properly and shifting."

"Curses, hmm? I do believe I can help you, but first drop the illusion. I have not seen you in fifty years and I want to see how you are progressing."

Albus dropped the illusion and with it, quite a few decades. A much younger man stood in his place. Black hair, black eyes, black beard, and pale skin was the complete opposite of the twinkly eyed aged headmaster. He looked roughly around 45 and had a twisty red tattoo that climbed up his arm.

"You have been a busy boy. That tattoo is spreading much faster than I thought. I was sure that the phoenix of yours would slow down your progress." and watched as Albus's face turned sour.

"The phoenix has left me permanently. He killed our bond, and I haven't seen him since." Albus admitted.

"Really? Well that's good to hear. Now step inside the circle so I can help you. And in the meantime, you can tell me how you have been for the past few decades and who you think put these curses on you."

Albus had no hesitation in stepping in the circle. Atramortis morphed into a more childish form and smiled at his grandson's flinch and the smell of lust and fear. If only his grandson would consider giving in, but his foolish humanity kept getting in the way. Why should demons care for human morals?

"Now, now. You know I can't help but to tease you. Anyway, tell me more about what happened."

"I am not quite sure, but I know that one of the curses was put on by an elf. There is some memory block that prevents me from knowing what happened, but he was the last person I remember seeing."

"An elf? Well that is disappointing. We have no power over their souls, as they are not in our domain."

"They are not?"

"No. Their souls go to Otherworld and do not enter heaven or hell. They can enter both domains without being kept. Elves are one of the worst to go up against, my grandson. They despise us, and have the magical power to kill us and send demons back into hell. You are quite lucky he did not outright kill you. Now how did you get tangled up with an elf?" he said while poking and prodding at his grandson.

" I had no choice but to hire him at the school that I headmaster. That wretched elf slayed all the spiders near the castles. Soon the forest will be overrun with unicorns, pixies, and all manners of light creatures" Albus said with disgust.

"Ah, dear boy. What sort of spirit is that? Why, in my younger years I would seek out such creatures and have epic battles. It greatly invigorates the darkness in my blood. To drink a light blooded creature is better than the most aged wine. It is velvet on the tongue" he said with a wistful grin on his face.

"It's taxing on my magic and age, and it was great planning on my part where to have fun with my students. I cannot be seen with such students, so I have a hidden door in my room that leads to a small hut."

"And none see the students in your corridors?"

"I have taken all portraits from the ground floor of the castle. Tapestries and a few suits of armor and a bathroom are down that corridor from the great hall, so its quite easy to sneak some time in with a few students. Any luck on the curses?"

"Hmm, most definitely a combination of voodoo, elf magic, some strong wizard casting, and creature magic of some sort." and Albus saw a stern expression on Atramortis's face. His face perked up as he suddenly plucked something from Albus's neck.

"This is the source of most of the elf magic. This necklace was blocking off your ability to feed and your transformations. A good soaking in herbs and innocent blood can break the rest of the elvish magic. In return, I want to see your memories for the last decade." and the childish face morphed into his older form. Albus eyes flashed red as he summoned his demon magic, and a pool of silver formed in his hand and grew into a bubble. He handed over the bubble to his grandfather and watched in silence as his grandfather swallowed the bubble. Nearly instantaneous, his grandfather was laughing.

"Oh Albus. How you have deluded yourself that you are still a light wizard? My funny grandchild, you are well on your way to becoming a demon yourself." Atramortis said laughingly.

Albus made a sullen face. He did good for most of humanity, and had helped quite a bit. So what if he had 'fun' with a few innocents, perhaps used several dark spells, or snacked on a few people? That didn't mean he was truly evil.

"Now let's look at the rest of these curses." and Atramortis hummed merrily while Albus sulked.

"Aha! I have found two voodoo curses and a stone curse. I can break one of the voodoo curses and the stone curse."

"Stone curse?"

" It's actually a jewel, but its called the stone curse. Somehow you ingested the cursed jewel. They take a jewel and soak it in transferring potion, then it is cut in half and has a rune on one half. Whatever is purposely soaked or spelled on the runed half is transferred to the other half. Quite an ingenious spell that was invented in the middle ages. Pity it went out of style. So you need to drink a good pint of my blood and it will disintegrate the stone and the voodoo doll curse. The other curse has yet to take effect, so I cannot break it until it does. The demon blood should alter your DNA enough that it will nullify any voodoo spell. Now when you get home take a ritual bath and it should be able to clear any remaining residue."

Albus was angry, but still thinking clearly. He had made quite a few enemies over the years, and his recent troubles probably gave them the motivation to strike him while he is down. He would have to be very careful, as there were multiple enemies on the home front.

"Thank you grandfather. I do appreciate your help." and took the cup from his grandfather. He drank it down, and suddenly his grandfather's smile widened.

"Albus, I forgot to tell you that my blood will give more power to your demon side. You will probably be half a demon when it is done in a few weeks." and suddenly he clamped on to Albus's arm.

"Such a good grandchild, coming to visit your grandfather and bringing treats. Good grandchildren deserve a reward. I haven't had a lusting for a human in ages." he said lightly. A chill ran up Albus's spine as his grandfather morphed into a 17 year old version of himself. What followed became the stuff of fantasies and nightmares for Albus.

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Aurors, teams of Obliviators, and Unspeakables were stunned at the destruction at Privet Drive. Nearly the whole neighborhood had been cursed with different ailments and no one could break them. Some lost all their belongings in a fire or it just simply vanished. Others still had physical ailments that were triggered when thinking bad thoughts towards others. A few of the children were whipped by flying rulers, being chased by dogs, or kept tripping every fifth step. Two particular children were taken to St. Mungos for yelling and screaming at invisible tormenters.

Many of the houses looked as if a tornado had wiped them out, but a few had survived. Even more strangely, some properties and people were actually better off from the influx of magic.

The old man at the end of the corner who would often sneak Harry lunch found his scant garden to be bountiful and vibrant overnight. He woke up feeling rested and without aches, and was thoroughly surprised at the bank when he received notice that a large deposit had been made.

A couple that lived near the park received the greatest news that they were pregnant after five years of difficulties. They also found their bank had received a hefty deposit, and inquired about who had done it. The only clue was a small note that stated, 'Your kindness is now repaid. Enjoy your gift well' in elegant writing.

The Magic of Ministry would be confused at the events on that day for a very long time to come. A figure hidden in the shadows watched wizards go back and forth trying to sort out the huge mess. Satisfied with his punishments, he flew away to continue his search of the young dragon.

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A/N: Sorry! I had planned to put this out last week but I had a major asthma attack that wiped me out. All this pollen in the air is becoming a problem to my health. Glad to see both new and old reviewers- hi guys! So do you like the new chapter? I do respond to PM's, and I hope that you like the direction this is going. Now, I know some of you will complain about Albus being so evil, and now a bit more powerful but hear me out first. Most fics have a self sufficent Harry that is somehow amazingly powerful and indepenent without the help of anyone (with the exception of Snarry fics). I want this Harry a chance to be young, sheltered, and have guardians that fight to protect and RAISE Harry to be that awesome guy. That means there should be an equally powerful bad guy, and he had to last to book 4. Anyway, my next update will be the third week in April since we are preparing for a move. Hopefully I get lucky and our move goes smooth, and then I can get back to working on the fic. Wish me luck!