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Chapter 35

Harry lifted his head off his dads chest. " What are you going to do to him?" he asked softly.

Severus sneered at the old man. " We are going to hurt him,,,,, a lot!"

Harry started struggling to get up. " Harry, what are you doing?" asked James. He knew his son was to weak and in pain to get up.

" I-I don't want to watch." He knew his headmaster deserved it, but he still didn't want to watch.

Dumbledore took a step towards Harry, but Belial stopped him with a blood red wing to the face. " Oops, things have a mind of their own." Belial looked anything but sorry, he looked ready to live up to his infamous reputation.

Severus helped his struggling son to sit up. " Harry, you are the one he hurt the most. Everything... Everyone he has ever hurt was to get to you. He took everyone who has ever cared for you, away from you. He is the reason you have suffered through so much pain and heartache."

Harry lowered his head, he didn't want to see the disappointment in his fathers eyes. " I know" he whispered. " I know he deserves it, he is a horrible person. He has hurt so many people, not just me."

Harry looked to Frank and Alice. " Your Neville's parents aren't you? I can see the resemblance. I don't understand, I saw you at St Mungo's?"

Alice approached her beautiful, and sweet godson. " You know my Neville?" Tears started to roll down her face. She couldn't wait to see her baby boy. She was sure he grew up to be a fine, strong man. It broke her heart to know that she missed out on watching him grow.

Harry reached out and took her hand, giving her a small smile. " Neville's one of my best friends. Other then the twins, he's the only other Gryffindor to never turn their back on me. He is brave, smart, kind and forgiving. He has a huge heart, and is always there when you need him. He loves you guys so much."

Harry looked to Severus. " I don't understand?"

" Dumbledore Harry. Neville's mom is your godmother and after your parents supposed death, you should have went to her. You should have been raised with Neville as your brother. They weren't the only ones trapped at his manor." Severus answered.

Harry looked confused and shocked. " Who... What were you?"

Alice brushed the hair from her godsons face. " I was the cat dear, and Frank was the Great Dane."

" There was foxes." Harry started looking around the room full of people. He gasped when his eyes landed on another set of red haired twins, standing next to Fred and George.

Fred stepped forward. " Harry, we would like you to meet our uncles Fabian and Gideon Prewett."

" The foxes!" Harry whispered. He couldn't believe that all these people thought dead or in the hospital were being held by Dumbledore, and it was all his fault.

" There was a panther." Harry said panicking. " We have to go back, he could be a person too."

" Relax pup" Sirius rushed to his godson. " It's ok, the panther was my brother Regulus."

Tears started falling down Harry's face. " My fault." He said in a choked voice. " It's my fault that Neville didn't have his parents growing up. It's my fault you didn't have your brother or uncle." Harry looked to Sirius, Fred and George. Harry looked to his father. " And it was my fault that you lost your mate. It was all my fault." Harry dropped his head between his knees and started sobbing.

" No Harry, don't you think that." said James sternly. Everyone started objecting at once, trying to make Harry feel better.

" It's Dumbledore fault pup." said Sirius turning to glare at his old headmaster.

Regulus joined his brother in front of the amazing little angel. " My kidnapping wasn't your fault. I went to Dumbledore when I found out about Voldemort's horcruxes, and instead of helping me, he trapped me as my panther."

" We were at the wrong place at the wrong time." explained Fabian. " We witnessed him kidnapping Regulus. We tried to help but the old man overpowered us."

" Why didn't the headmaster want Voldemort stopped? He was so evil, and he killed so many innocent people." asked Harry.

" I think I can answer that." Jasper walked to Dumbledore, glaring at him. " He needed a villain, someone to make him look like the good guy. He needed to portray the conquering hero, someone for you to look to, and admire."

Dumbledore gave Harry one of his twinkling, grandfatherly smiles. " Don't you see Harry? Everything I have done has been for you. Everything I have done has made you the amazing, perfect person that you are."

" No, I don't think so." Harry said softly, standing up to face his headmaster. " Everything you have done was for YOU!" he shouted.

Everyone was shocked as the temperature started going up in the room. Dumbledore started tugging on the collar of his robe.

" Oh,, this is going to be good!" said an excited Belial.

" You sent me to my so called relatives because you knew they would abuse me, making me the perfect, scared, meek little boy." Harry's wings were starting to vibrate and the red in the tips were getting darker.

Sweat started to drip down Dumbledores face. " Harry, I never wanted to see you hurt. I didn't know they would treat you like that."

" Liar!" screamed Harry, causing a hot breeze to blow through the house. " I overheard my aunt and uncle talking. They said they were being paid to hurt me."

" Love, I would never do that." pleaded a lying Dumbledore.

" Don't... Call... Me... That!" Harry raised his hand and a small bolt of electricity shot out, hitting Dumbledore in his arm. Dumbledore started beating at his arm as the robe caught on fire.

" Would you look at him, an elemental, just like his old grandad! I'm so proud." Belial wiped away fake tears.

" Harry you need to calm down." said Dumbledore in a stern voice. " You don't want to hurt me."

Harry gave a small giggle. " But I do, I really do want to hurt you." Harry's hair started blowing around his face even though there was no breeze.

" Damn he's sexy!" muttered Draco.

Everyone except Belial moved far away from Harry and Dumbledore.

" I'm not going to let you hurt anyone ever again, and I'm not going to let you hurt me ever again." Harry balled his fists up, clenching them tight.

Dumbledore screamed as his face got bright red and blisters started popping out on his skin.

Belial stepped behind Harry, towering over the smaller angel. Belial stretched his wings out, they were more twice as big as Harry's.

" H-Harry, you need to stop. You are a good boy. Don't let your fathers dark blood corrupt you." begged a burning Dumbledore.

" Don't insult my father." Harry screamed.

Dumbledore screamed as his beard burst into flames. Desperately he started beating at it with his blister covered hands.

Belial gently laid his left hand on Harry's shoulder. " That's it Harry, breath. Fire is the most difficult element to control, don't let it get away from you. You are doing great."

" Harry" Dumbledore gasped. " Don't... Don't listen to him. He is evil, a demon. He is going to make you evil just like him."

" Stop talking" whispered Harry.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. Dumbledore grabbed his throat and started clawing at it, drawing blood.

" What's happening?" someone whispered.

Without taking his concentration off his grandson, Belial answered. " Burning his throat from the inside, basically melting it."

Dumbledore fell to his knees. His face and hands were covered in blisters, beard was singed off and deep gashes were on his neck.

Harry held his fist out and opened it to reveal a small fireball. Taking deep breaths, he concentrated on the fireball, slowly it got bigger.

Belial started shifting behind Harry. " Excellent control little one, amazing!" Belial couldn't believe the control his grandson had over fire, and on his first attempt too.

Harry was panting and starting to sweat, but he never lost control of the fireball.

" You got it, little one." Belial brought his hand up next to Harry's fireball. " I'm going to put up a field around him so you don't burn the house down." Belial waved his hand and a slight shimmer was seen around Dumbledore.

" I loved you like a grandfather." A tear fell from Harry's eye. " Even when you hurt me, by not allowing me to see my family, I still loved you; I still wanted to make you proud of me." The fireball in Harry's hand flared brighter.

Belial put his right hand on Harry's waist and his left under the hand holding the fireball. " Easy, don't let it get away from you." he whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, they were glowing an unearthly green " No more... Burn in hell." he said calmly.

With a flick of his hand he sent the fireball at the man that caused him more pain and suffering then Voldemort.

The fireball connected with Dumbledore and with an ear piercing scream the man went up in flames.

" Don't worry little one, he will." said Belial.

With anguished cry Harry collapsed against his grandfather. Belial wrapped his wings around his grandson and lowered them to the ground.

Harry's mates and family came rushing to his side but Belial held up his hand. " Give him a few minutes. He needs to get control of his emotions, he can really hurt someone in the state he is in."

Harry felt safe and loved wrapped in his grandfathers beautiful wings. " Shhh, you did good, little one." Belial murmured. " He can never hurt you or a loved one again."

Harry cried himself to sleep wrapped in the protective wings of his grandfather.

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Everyone gaped in shock at the spot Dumbledore had been kneeling.

" That boys and girls." chuckled Belial. " Is why we don't piss of a submissive, especially a demon / archangel submissive."

" Is- Is he ok?" James asked Belial, looking at his son.

" He will be, but he probably will sleep for a day or two." Belial wrapped his wings tighter around his grandson. " He should have passed out during his inheritance and then slept for 24 hours after. I have never seen anyone stay awake during a turning. What he just did, controlling fire on his first attempt, is unheard of. It took a lot out of him."

Draco threw himself down on the couch in a huff.

" What is wrong with you light elf?" asked an amused Belial.

Draco flung his arm out to where Dumbledore had been, then crossed them on his chest in a pout. " I didn't get a turn with the pervert. It was my mate he hurt, and I didn't get to punish him."

Belial threw his head back and laughed. " I think I like you elf, you will be good for my grandson. If it makes you feel better, I plan on making the old man suffer for a very, very long time."

Carlisle approached the fallen angel / demon. " Would you like me to take him and put him to bed?" he asked gesturing to Harry.

Belial sighed and opened his wings. With a fond expression he looked to the little angel in his arms. " I suppose, though I do love the feel of him wrapped up in my wings. Make sure you watch his wings, and lay him on his stomach."

Carlisle nodded and took his son from Belial. Harry's 3 mates followed him to Harry's room.

" I must admit." commented Severus. " I too was looking forward to having a go at the old man." Severus reached for James and pulled him into his arms.

" Severus?" asked Frank Longbottom with his wife holding his hand. " Is there someone that can take us to our Neville? We are pretty anxious to meet him."

" I can do that." Answered Minister Williams. " I have a lot of explaining to do to the British Ministry."

" Just so you know." said Belial. " You will not be able to speak about what Harry is outside of those here. If people knew what he was he would never get any peace."

" I understand, and I wouldn't want Harry to suffer more." Minister Williams turned back to the Longbottoms.

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Things were pretty quiet at the Cullen house. All the American wizards had left now that the threat of Dumbledore was gone. The twins and Paul took their uncles back to the Burrow to meet the rest of the family. The twins planned on returning after things there settled. Sirius and Remus took Regulus back to Grimmauld Place to reintroduce him to the wizarding world and to clear his name. Frank and Alice were getting reacquainted with Neville, and all the wolves with the exception of Jacob returned to the reservation.

Harry was still asleep being watched over by his 3 mates. Severus and James were in a guest bedroom, making up for over 17 years of no sex. Belial returned to hell to have some fun with Dumbledore, but planned on returning as soon as Harry woke.

" I can't believe it's over." said Draco quietly staring at his angel.

" He's amazing, isn't he?" said Edward

" Ya he is." said Jacob grinning. " He's going to be a handful though!"

All three mates started laughing.

" Keep it down, I'm trying to sleep." grumbled Harry. The three mates laughed even harder.