If Harry were to bet on either Dumbledore or this Crowley guy, for once Dumbledore didn't seem like the best choice. While Dumbledore held the air of a grandfatherly sage, this man felt like he could harm you without lifting a finger.

Harry was very confused, Crowley looked for all intents and purposes, like a muggle. However, Harry knew better, the most obvious reason: muggles can't see Hogwarts. The other reason—he held a very powerful aura, extremely dark too. Harry wasn't sure that the man was even human. Not really.

He looked human, but he felt way too powerful. Still, the oddest part about this situation to Harry was that this man's aura was oddly comforting to him. As Harry continued gazing below at the arguing pair, Harry could only stare at Crowley with slightly glazed eyes as he was drawn in. It was like— like… coming home.

Harry shook off the slight trance he seemed to of been in, and thought nothing of it as something else came to his attention.

There were three huge dogs stalking the space around Crowley. And he used the word "dogs" in the lightest of terms. They were about five or six times larger than Aunt Marge's bull dog Ripper, they appeared to be black with red eyes, and they had… shadows or flames that shifted and moved around them.

The professors seemed to be giving Crowley and the dogs a wide berth of space, and were looking around the room with paranoid eyes, but never landing on the dogs themselves. It was like they could sense the dogs, but not actually see them.

Harry ripped his eyes away from the strange dogs as Dumbledore spoke.

"I don't believe you understand the situation properly Crowley, Harry is not yours to take. He is the son of Lily and James, you have no connection to him. And this world needs him, more then you could ever understand."

"Oh, No. I understand perfectly well." Crowley said in a dark voice, moving forward a few steps threateningly, the dogs growling and snapping their jaws menacingly as they moved with him. Crowley strolled stylishly, confidently, closer to the old man. A predator stalking its prey. Despite himself, Harry was impressed, this guy was truly fascinating.

"I know everything. I know about the prophecy, that you arranged for your spy to overhear the prophecy and tell Voldemort." Crowley spat the name disgustingly and continued when Dumbledore opened his mouth to interrupt. "Don't even try to deny it. You weren't even subtle, what… is it school policy to hold interviews in a bloody Pub?"

Crowley at this point had crossed his arms over his chest with his head held high imperiously. "And what was the result of all this? Oh yeah, that's right… James and Lily were killed and Harry was marked."

At this point Harry slowly and silently made his way down the stairs, carefully sidestepping the awe-struck students and professors that were cautiously watching the scene. His eyes were slightly glazed over again as he was drawn towards the feeling of darkness Crowley emitted.

A good deal of the students and professors stepped back as Crowley curled his bottom lip. "We both know that the prophecy was a self-fulling one, just like every other prophecy out there."

Harry blinked as he stopped himself at the bottom of the stairs, just a few feet from Crowley now. He tightened his hold on the cloak and stood very still, scared of the way he was captivated with the power the odd man held.

"Crowley you don't know what you're—" Dumbledore feebly tried to speak but was interrupted again.

"Don't even try." Crowley said in a malice-filled voice, causing some to shiver, and Dumbledore to back up a step before he caught himself. "Not after what you did. No, you don't get to even speak." Crowley took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kill everyone where they stood and just take Harry himself.

"I loved Lily and James, we were happy together." He paused for a moment. "So happy." He said in a distant voice, sighing.

"But then you… you— found out." He growled. "You found out Lily was pregnant with both James and I's child." He laughed humorously as he addressed the audience. "You see, triads or more aren't unheard of in the Wizarding World… as you probably know. So, Lily took a potion— I forget the name, but it allowed both James and my DNA to combine, and we made Harry— all three of us."

Harry at this point could only stare sightlessly at the man. The man who claimed to be his father... I mean, he knew Dumbledore had lied to him, but to this extent? He tuned back in to the conversation as Crowley… his father— spoke, wary of any other lies that would turn his long-held beliefs upside-down.

"But then good ol' Dumbles here had to go and ruin everything."

"He didn't like the three of us together you see, and he especially didn't like me. He called it wrong, that the child would be an abomination."

He turned back to Dumbledore, his voice going still in rage. "And so, when I went away for business, you went and made a deal." He spat out the word in disgust. "A deal with Lilith." The dogs growled lowly in their throats, sensing their masters' ire.

"You made a deal, that Lilith would provide you with the means to hide James and Lily from me, hide my son from me, in exchange for Harry's soul once the prophecy was fulfilled." Crowley took a deep breath to calm himself again.

"My son, my heir… hidden from me for fifteen years. Fifteen bloody years. And not only that, but you erased me from James and Lily's minds, from Sirius' and Remus'. Everyone who knew we were together."

"And that isn't even all of it, oh no, of course not. You couldn't stop there, could you?" He questioned rhetorically. "That isn't even the half of it."

A/N: I hope you guys like all the changes I'm doing, updates are quick right now because I know where I'm going with this, but I'm warning you now that it might not stay that way. Also, thank you guys so, so much for the support. I don't know, I didn't expect people to really like it I guess. Seriously, Cheers!