Author's Note

Well... I'm back, and I'm bringing you all what would have been the Christmas special, combined with new aspects that were not planned before. This is also, the real chapter eleven, the last was just the teaser.

The beginning of this will be a slight recap of the last chapter, but will continue from there. The Christmas special was only written till the end of this intro, which is now the beginning of this chapter. This one will also be the first part of a three-part arc I will be doing for a little while. (I may do more, with little chapters in between.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Christmas, or Religion

A Lucifer's Christmas Intro!

Hell (Any ol' time)

"Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and and all throughout Hell, not a creature was dreaming, as all were screaming. In the great big palace, atop of the underworld, sat a sully man, named Luci, who tonight looked strangely like Gary Busey...''

His mood was sour, as he was all alone, and truly dour on this night. The ones that he loved, his sweet little children were away, leaving him waiting for the new day. He wondered for their sakes, and those of others, as he stayed so bothered.

He had done enough on this night, sent his children their gifts, and gave bad people shit. A lusty pineapple for Adolf, a new David's star to dear Joseph, and an itchy bathrobe for Osama. He hoped they'd be happy, as otherwise their morning would be crappy.

His children had yet to use their gifts, a black cloak, a stick, and a stone; He was truly the greatest fake father athrone. Now, he watched those little three sail the dark lake, and brush away their oldest keepsake. The saddened brunette, their once threat brooded oh so quiet, avoiding the blonde, oh so violent.

In fact, he looked at his little bleak blonde, whose anger dawned at that high peak. The entire quartet remained that way, their path so grey. The perceived threat floated along with them, the tension so very bloated.

Lucifer so hoped his children would get along, with the girl who had done so wrong. He knew it would take time, but he knew the grime would disappear, just like the anger of the Seer.

Lucifer watched his children in peace, and quietly began to smoothed the creases within the group.

He knew they would be fine, and turned his attention to the issues of Divine. He left them on their own, and assumed they would continue with what they've known. He wished them silent luck, and hoped they wouldn't suck. They wouldn't, as they couldn't.

Nights of Hell

I The Night of Vigilance

Hellsetters

(Night of September 1st, 1991)

Harry James Potter

Harry was actually frozen for several moments when the trio stepped into Hogwarts' main hall, the nostalgia taking him for a rough ride. The last time he had seen the hallowed hall, he had been embarking on his last adventure, traveling out into the Forbidden Forest, his bravery carrying him to his death. Now, he stepped once more into the prestigious hall that housed the true beauty of Hogwarts had to offer, the welcoming pull it offered to each and every one that stepped inside.

Now, he was back where his grand and dangerous journeys had all began, his true home... He was once more taking the first step that started him on the defined path that eventually led to his demise, and the profit of those that had only followed him for his sacrifice. He was stepping into that vicious circle once more, the circle that would repeat his destined downfall, and destroy everything he had ever dreamed of... He would not play their game, and neither would his friends.

Now, the vengeful Harry Potter, the sadistic Luna Lovegood, the stoic Neville Longbottom, and the demented Hermione Granger stepped forward to face the judgement of the sacred artifact that decided the fate of innocent children for millennia. Their plan had been outlined and clearly stated to them. Their mission was to try and closely repeat the events of the previous timeline, but bend the timeline in their favor, while avoiding detection by a certain old man.

A hidden part of their objective, only revealed to the leader of their small group, was the most important part of the operation. Avoid massive changes, as a certain meddling deity would be watching for anything major that could disrupt the timeline. Elohim, or God, was not to notice them; no chance could be taken...

Neville Longbottom

"So, Mister Longbottom... What are you doing back here? Come back to kill someone perhaps? Prevent some great tragedy? It isn't often I encounter time travelers... " The Sorting Hat chuckled, as the memories of the boy flowed through him. Time travel, how novel.

"You could say that." Neville Joel Longbottom said cryptically, though a slight undertone was present behind his voice, a small grin hiding on his face. The Sorting Hat noticed, and laughed once more, confusing everyone in the Great Hall besides a raven haired boy, a feisty blonde, and a mentally confused brunette.

"I would assume Mister Potter will be joining you? I'm sure of that at least, seeing as you both have that old look in your eyes."

"Yep, no matter how much I hate this, Gryffindor... Also, could you stick Weasley in Hufflepuff? I might just visit you with a sewing kit..."

Lunar Lovegood

"Phoenix." Lunar 'Luna' Jacqueline Lovegood demanded as soon as the Sorting Hat touched her head, a strict, but light tone to her voice. The Sorting Hat just lifted a clothed eyebrow upwards, and shook slightly.

"That isn't a house, but I would assume you'll be joining your friends... ?" The Sorting Hat said wearily, though his statement ended as an assumption. Luna just frowned, and was seemingly lost in thought.

"Aww... So many of the fanfictions I read have Phoenix as a house... Though normally Harry makes it... Oh well, just stick me with the stupid kittens." Luna muttered, her voice now low and upset, much like a child told no.

"Gryffindor!"

Both Longbottom and Lovegood watched their fellow first years from the table of theirs, gold and red lining their robes. Harry still stood with the short firstikins, looking bored out of his mind. The closest thing of interest they could look forward to was Malfoy's sorting, but they knew the outcome already.

"Slytherin!"

Some things never change, though one thing did... But no one truly noticed this change, and wouldn't notice quite yet... Draconis Lucius Malfoy's eyes glowed a shining blue for a split second.

The White Knight was moved forward, stepping past The Black Bishop...

Harry Potter

"Potter, Harry!" The woman that had once been the Head over Harry, and would again, called out for him to step to the sentient hat that would decide his fate within this timeline. Though it would obey him, or it would be getting a visit from a pair of scissors and a Zippo lighter that night.

Harry marched forward to the small stage that lay at the forefront of the Hall, a wizarding hat sat on the short stool before him. Harry picked the hat up from the stool and in no time at all, placed it upon his head. Harry opened his mind, and allowed the eons old living artifact to read him.

"Hmm... What in 'Hell' are you doing here?" A sarcastic and scratchy voice muttered as Harry placed the moth-bitten pointed hat over his head. Harry just rolled his eyes as the Sorting Hat laughed at it's own joke.

"I'm on a secret mission to change the future and kill anyone that gets in my way, all while maintaining a cover of the Wizarding World's Golden boy... What, hasn't anyone else done this before?" Harry whispered to the sentient hat, who just broke out laughing at how sincere Harry sounded. Unknown to him, the entire Great Hall looked around in confusion as the Sorting Hat broke into loud, guffawing laughter. An old senile man paid great attention, though fortunately for the Hellsetters, the man was benevolent in this universe.

"My boy, I haven't laughed in a millennia... Where do you want to be sorted?" The Sorting Hat asked, just deciding to forget it's duty for once, and let the child who brought laughter back to it decide for himself.

Harry looked up at the top of the hat, and just smiled a twisted grin.

"Well, since I need to be golden... How about Gryffindor?"

The three time travelers were marched through Hogwarts towards the tower Harry and Neville had once called their home, all the while indulging themselves in their memories.

Harry mainly ignored the overplayed attention the normal students payed him, though he did feel two sets of eyes on him. He turned behind him, and caught sight of two identical redheads standing in an small alcove of the hall.

His observers were George and Fred Weasley, though he could tell something was off about the twins. His confusion was quickly answered, as both twins' eyes glowed bright in the the light darkness. Harry decided he would open that can of worms once the gryffindors settled into bed.

As he looked at the two, they began flickering strangely, as the two lost their appearance briefly, becoming replaced by two familiar looking figures. The person that normally went by Fred or Forge, was now a muscular, horned figure dressed in a militant uniform.

In contrast, the person known mostly as George or Gred, was now replaced by a lithe, beautiful man. From memory, Harry identified the man as an incubus, though the man seemed to be stronger in aura than the ones Harry had met on Hell's streets.

Just as soon as these mysterious figures appeared, the two turned back into the normally mischievous Weasley twins. The two flashed Harry a toothy grin then, and seemed to disappear into thin air.

"Harry... Are you alright? Was it Luci?" Luna asked him, breaking him out of his confusion about the entities impersonating two people he had once thought of as brothers. He did remember briefly that Lucifer had said nothing regarding the twins, which may be why Lucifer had his men hiding as the two. To prevent the possible turn of them due to this timeline's events.

"No... I'm fine, and it wasn't him... I just saw something." Harry muttered, as he began to catch up with the group of innocent first years, Luna following his pace. Before the ignorant prefects could notice, the two stepped up to Neville, and blended into the small group of crimson and gold first years.

He had another little mystery to solve... Another one was whether or not there were other 'surprises' waiting for them, And where the Hell was Al'?

Fourth Chaos Pub, Hell

"Hey Al! Aren't you suppose to be on Earth?" The barman asked Alphonse Capone as the named ghost lingered at the barside. Al' just rolled his eyes at the hairy demon that ran the bar, and took another shot of liquor... Which just flew through what acted as his throat. Being a ghost had drawbacks... He sometimes regretted now passing on.

"Hey! I taught the kid to shoot, gave him my gun, and Luci gave him the wand... The kid'll be fine..." Al' said dismissively, as he spent enough time with the boy to be sure of his skills. His hope wasn't unfounded though, as Harry was far from defenseless. All of the guidance ghosts weren't overly required anyway, he'd be back by morning. That was the plan at least.

"For your sake bub, I hope you're right..."

The Edge of Reality

In a dark corner of existence itself, a wall of pure darkness stretched outward throughout space, a large crack forming throughout it. Within seconds, the crack began to grow, and the wall around it began to shake and tremble.

Near it, two figures stood silent facing it's massiveness, the only living beings in over several billion parsecs.

One of the two stood solemnly still, while the other was tenderly rubbing the crack, feeling dark energy growing beneath his fingers.

"My lord... Do you know what is causing this? Is it... Lucifer?" Tothiel, the Archangel of Light asked, shaking slightly from being in the farthest place from his element. The Edge of Reality had never known light, and would never feel it. The figure with him, was of a tall, bearded man that looked like Age itself. The man seemed conflicted about everything, even himself, as he slowly began to flicker from this and another form. At random, the wizened man would be replaced with a massive skull, the entirety of it's body being the skull and two gigantic bony hands. Tothiel ignored this, as he knew his lord could change depending on where he was residing.

"No... This isn't his work... Icha... Lucifer helped imprison them... He may love chaos, but he wouldn't release them... It would mean his demise." Elohim, once known as Nothol, spoke out in the near-endless reaches of the End of reality. He twitched slightly, as he heard the millions of screams coming from the entrapped gods he had sealed away for their madness. Whenever he visited the margin, he always felt their hatred, and felt a measure of sorrow and guilt at his actions. Now, it seemed his judgement would come, as the boundary was breaking.

Time and Space would be ripped apart, and Heaven and Hell wouldn't matter.

The Elder Gods would ring out the End of Everything.

So, Apocalypse situation has been introduced...

As Oscar's Stories mention, the Cthulhu mythos matter. You should also know then, the Black Britain universe happens LONG after the events of Devil's Advocates, so the seal holding the Elder Gods is going to hold for roughly... a century? Don't worry too much, it won't open... but things can leak through cracks...

Things will heat up from here, as the prologue has ended, the Plot has begun, and canon will almost immediately be flying out the window. The standard events of Book 1 may happen, but nothing like it's supposed to. Quirrelmort will show up, but he's not even going to come close to being the main worry in this story, as you probably could tell by the story so far.

I did get a review about not enough Harry and Co. so they will be focused on more, but the supernatural play a big part in this story. I'll try to switch between the two perspectives fairly, but depending on how the plot evolves, one side may be get more attention.

I hope you all enjoyed, have a nice night.