A/N: Hello and welcome to the newest chapter of delightful insanity. I know that some might think that Harry is very much op with how I portray him and yes in comparison to the magical world he is though for who I have as his true enemy…. Let's just say I gave Harry a lightsabre but his enemy has an infinite amount of death stars so in that regard he is far from op.
Oh and I came up with two other pairings for this story, one will be a slash threesome (ups I think I just spoilered something) and the other one will be a straight one you probably never will guess (however I'd love you to try).
Important: One last thing before we continue with the chapter. For the sake of this story I switched the episodes "The End" and "Abandon all Hope" so that the Winchesters already got the colt from Crowley but Dean still has to be sent to the future. So that you don't wonder what is going on.
Now onwards!
DZ2: Well, lets just say you'll be delighted with what I planed. *smirks evilly*
Littlepanther: You'll have to wait and see but I promise you that Michael will show up at some point.
SuperPotterWhoLock110: uh no not really…hell Harry is eleven and definitely not thinking about who tops…
EveJHoang: why rubber ducks?
I am the son of darkness
The pentagram's my sign
Believe me little darling
At midnight you'll be mine
I'll eat your soul for breakfast
Can't break my evil spell
My purgatory's waiting
Welcome... Welcome you to hell!
Saturday Satan - See the devil is alive
Saturday Satan - Diabolic dynamite
Saturday Satan - See the evil in my eyes
Saturday Satan - I'm the devil in disguise
(Saturday Satan - Powerwolf)
Chapter 4: Ringing Hell's Bells
Harry didn't know how long they sat there on the couch, each of them lost in their own thoughts, but he fell asleep at some point.
Dumbledore's office
Dumbledore was in a right state. He paced his office agitatedly an edition of the Little Whinging Post lying on his desk with a large photo of a burning neighbourhood on the front page.
The article reported that fire with its origin in Number 4 Privet Drive consumed twelve houses and killed over two dozen people, including the Dursleys. In the article, it said that the fire was an accident. Yet, Dumbledore highly doubted that even if he hasn't investigated it any further yet. However, a normal fire wouldn't have spread that quickly and would have been much easier to extinguish. So no, that fire didn't have a natural source.
That wasn't the worst of it, though.
The worst thing was that Dumbledore had no idea what had happened to his little weapon. Had Potter been in the middle of the fire? Had he managed to escape or had he burned together with the Dursleys?
Unfortunately, he had no idea, the fire department and the police have not yet determined just whether the boy had been within the house at the time of the fire or not. Also, all of the instruments he had in his office that were calibrated to monitor Potter ceased to work at precisely the same time.
It was a nightmare; he needed Potter for his plans to work out. He had had everything planned out; even the fact that the Dursleys would abuse the boy. The abuse was supposed to keep him weak, downtrodden, and meek so that he would risk his own life for others without hesitation.
In his first year, he was supposed to confront Voldemort whom Dumbledore would lure to Hogwarts with the Philosophers Stone. This was supposed to be one of the many trials to come. Only for him to die willingly at the hand of Voldemort so that the Horcrux in Potter would be destroyed.
Consequently, he – Dumbledore – could defeat Voldemort and be hailed as the saviour of the magical world again. Thus would begin his reign over the magicals of Britain. If he could just find the other Deathly Hallows, he would be immortal and the master of Death, then his supremacy would be cemented forever. He could ensure everyone, and everything was exactly as he liked it. For the greater good! Him upon an untouchable pedestal with all the other races including the muggles bowing at his feet.
However, all that wouldn't come to pass had Potter really died in that fire. Dumbledore could only hope that the Hogwarts letter would write itself out once the boy turned eleven. Until then, he would have to wait patiently for any news that would tell him whether the Potter heir was still alive or not.
When Harry woke up, he found himself laying in a huge, soft and cosy bed to his surprise. He could feel Lucifer lying right next to him along with an arm protectively curled around him. Not wanting this moment to be over he cuddled even closer to Lucifer, a content hum escaping him.
"Harry…thank you," Lucifer suddenly said after a moment in a soft voice.
Hearing that Harry finally opened his eyes looking at Lucifer surprised.
"What for?" he asked curiously.
"For…everything I think. Others would have probably run for the hills in fear upon learning who I am…but you stayed. Not only that…but last night…" Lucifer closed his eyes not wanting to admit what had happened the night before, but it turned out that it wasn't necessary.
Harry placed a finger over Lucifer's lips, silencing him while smiling at him. It was now Lucifer's turn to look him straight in the eyes surprised.
"Lucifer, you did far more for me. Hell, you even saved my life, and this was the least I could do," he explained in an equally soft voice. "Don't worry, you don't need to explain yourself," he said before he started to snicker. "I highly doubt that you'd be able to scare me away anyway, so it seems that you're stuck with me."
Lucifer answered that by drawing Harry even closer.
"There is one thing I'm wondering about for quite some time now…when I told you my name, you only said you knew…but how did you know?"
Harry chuckled.
"I could see your wings. Having learned a few things about angels in religion class at school, it didn't take much to add up everything I saw and heard from you to realise who you were. You know your wings are beautiful," he muttered sneaking an arm around Lucifer to softly touch one of Lucifer's wings.
He had six of them, each of which the feathers were pitch black at the base becoming a deep red towards the ends that seemed to emit a low glow.
Lucifer inhaled sharply, his eyes widening before he started to purr like a cat when Harry began to stroke his wing. An angel's wings were highly sensitive to touch. Usually touching the wing of an angel was frowned upon on the heavenly plane. It was seen as a breach of personal space, but with Harry, it was different.
How Harry was even able to touch them since they were phased out was a mystery to him. Still, he had to admit that he liked it very much and he shifted his wing to give Harry better access.
They lay there contentedly for a bit longer. That was until Harry's stomach suddenly started to rumble, complaining that it hadn't had anything to eat after their pit stop in Canada. That made Lucifer snicker.
"It seems that someone is in dire need of something to eat," he grinned. "Come on! In the wardrobe are a few new clothes for you though we probably will have to go shopping within the next few days."
Harry, who reluctantly untangled himself from Lucifer and was now on his way to the bathroom, stopped in his tracks and looked at the angel incredulously. He blinked a few times trying to comprehend if he had just heard what he thought he heard before he started to laugh uproariously.
"What?" Lucifer asked indignantly.
"Sorry, but I just imagined you walking through a mall shopping for clothes and packed with bags," Harry answered once his laughter died down.
Lucifer's answer consisted of throwing a pillow at Harry with a growl. Harry, however, swiftly caught it before it could even hit him.
"I told you that I'm better at catching things," he snickered before throwing it back and missing the bed spectacularly. Laughing, he walked into the bathroom.
Lucifer lay on his side, his head propped on his hand as he watched Harry retreat into the bathroom. He still couldn't say what drew him to Harry, but he had to admit that it couldn't have been someone better.
The boy stayed with him last night, seemingly knowing how he felt. Instead of saying anything that wouldn't have been appreciated, he has merely given him a silent company showing him that he cared. That didn't even put into mind the boy's personality, it fits him so well it was as if they were made for each other.
Though what his brother Gabriel said…it had hurt a lot hearing that, more than he would ever admit.
He wished that there was a way to mend bridges and make up for what had happened so many centuries ago, but for the life of him, he couldn't come up with an idea.
The only consolation was that his brother wouldn't have to watch them fight again if he had any say in this matter, and since he was one of the two parties in this fight, he did. As he had said in the warehouse; Michael could stuff it where the sun didn't shine.
He lay there trying to decide what to do regarding Gabriel when Harry emerged from the bathroom with damp hair, apparently having taken a shower at least.
Lucifer observed how he walked with only a towel wrapped around his midsection towards the walk-in wardrobe.
Healing him had really done wonders for the boy. The scars have vanished completely, and he didn't need his glasses anymore. He also seemingly grew a bit and wasn't as scrawny as when he saw him for the first time thanks to regular and healthy meals.
"Hey, are you going to stay in bed all day?" a now dressed Harry asked, pulling the covers back. "I'm quite hungry now, and I have no idea where I can get something to eat here. That reminds me…where are we anyway?" he asked while walking over to the window and looking out
Harry couldn't see anything that could tell him where he was. Though, all he could see was a garden so vast that he had no idea where it ended. The only other thing that he could see was the sun standing high in the sky, so it was probably sometime around noon. Hence, it was understandable that he was hungry, their pit stop in Canada was now over a day ago.
Lucifer shot him a glare for pulling the covers away from him, but Harry was unimpressed by it, so he got up and dressed. "We're at a mansion belonging to a demon called Crowley."
"Are you sure that we can stay here? Won't he become angry?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Do I look like I care? What is he supposed to do? Stare me to Death?" Lucifer laughed while they exited the bedroom. "No, I doubt that he even knows that we're here."
"Ah, yes, do you?" suddenly a third voice asked.
Harry's head snapped up. In the corridor to the bedroom stood a dark-haired man of average height wearing an expensive-looking black suit and an equally black coat over it.
"Crowley," Lucifer drawled out.
"Lucifer,…what are you doing in my house?" the man demanded to know.
"We needed somewhere to stay over the night, and your house was closest. Don't worry, after having eaten something we'll be out again, and you'll have your manor back for yourself," Lucifer retorted.
Harry however not knowing what to think of the demon walked over to Lucifer much to Crowley's surprise.
"Since when do you bother with humans? Shouldn't you be out trying to convince Sam Winchester to become your vessel?" he asked confusedly.
Crowley even did a double check to see if it really was Lucifer standing in front of him.
"I don't need Winchester anymore, and before you ask, I also don't care about Michael and his petty little temper tantrum," Lucifer scoffed.
"Ah yes, are you now into children? I thought you had more class than that," Crowley said disgustedly.
Lilith had been the only demon who had found pleasure in possessing innocent children for which she was very much disliked from the other demons. Many people would be surprised, but even demons had an unspoken codex, including leaving children alone. Children were no use to them after all. They were either too moody, or the younger ones tended to cry without end and without reason so that it wasn't any fun torturing them. So no demon in their right state of his mind went anywhere near them. That Lucifer now went against it… let's say it wouldn't win him any popularity.
"If you need to know this is a custom made body and it wasn't my choice that it is the one of a child," Lucifer growled.
Harry sensing the distress rising in Lucifer leaned against him and snuck an arm around him. Lucifer instantly calming down, draped an arm protectively around the boy's shoulders in reply.
Crowley observed that with interest not knowing what to think about the entire situation. Not only was Lucifer content having a human of all things around him, but he also seemed to protect the boy.
"Crowley, if you want to interrogate me further we have to relocate it to the kitchen, Harry needs something to eat."
Crowley decided that it would be beneficial to play along for now. That way, he would learn more about what was going on, which could be highly valuable. Sure, initially, he wanted to get rid of Lucifer as fast as possible. Yet, it was evident that Lucifer was not as everyone thought him to be, protecting and caring for a human boy was proof enough.
So it was in his best interest to learn the new status quo before acting upon it in any way. It wouldn't do to try anything without knowing all the details after all. Add the fact that Lucifer was an archangel and far more powerful than he was, no he wouldn't do anything just yet.
So with him leading the way the three of them went to the kitchen.
"Alisha," Crowley called out. Seconds later, a female demon appeared looking at him awaiting her orders. "I need a meal for three people," Crowley just told her. She quickly went to work bustling around the kitchen.
To Harry, who sat down at the table with Lucifer, it looked like the female demon, Alisha, was used to cooking. He observed her with interest.
"So no cleansing the surface of the earth from humans? The last I heard you wanted to eradicate them all. Now I find you together with a human boy in my bedroom," Crowley continued questioning Lucifer. He had a gleam in his eyes that told them he thought they did more than merely sleep during the night.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on the demon's suspicion; it wasn't his business what Lucifer and Harry did – or didn't do in this case – after all.
"And bereft me of my amusement? No, thank you. I find it far more entertaining to let them live," Lucifer snickered.
"Then is there a reason why the boy is following you like a good little puppy?" Crowley pressed further.
It wasn't Lucifer who reacted to this but Harry himself.
"You know Crowley…up to now I quite liked you. But should you continue thinking that I'm following Lucifer around like a good little puppy, this will change and quickly too!" Harry replied, sporting a smirk that would have any lesser demon run in fear.
"Do you really think that I'm frightened of a small, weak little boy?" Crowley laughed. "You'll soon find out that I'm so far above your league that I could crush you with a mere wave of my hand."
Lucifer looked at Crowley before he turned to Harry but still didn't say anything. He knew very well that if Harry wanted to be taken seriously, he needed to stand his own ground. If he would intervene every time, Harry would quickly be seen as a weak spot. Quite a few demons as well as angels or other supernatural beings, would gladly exploit that fact. For now, he would merely watch how Harry handled this situation.
On the other hand, Harry's smirk only broadened, not even the slightest little bit put out by the threats of the demon. His very own uncle made sure that he didn't even blink when threatened with Death. Oh no, the man has sent so many threats his way that he was immune to them.
So he stayed silent, holding out his right hand. To Crowley's surprise, a dagger appeared out of thin air shortly later and fell into the boy's hand. After that, Harry pulled a small vial out of his trousers' pocket and poured a bit of the content over the dagger's blade, making sure that it was completely covered with the liquid. The vial he put back into the pocket he got it from before he held out his left hand and inflamed the dagger with hellfire. To the surprise of all three and shock of Crowley and Lucifer, the fire was not a normal one but was tinted blue instead.
"Huh…interesting," he muttered, holding his left hand over the flames as he had done when Lucifer had introduced him to his ability to wield hellfire.
When he saw what Harry was about to do, Lucifer was on the verge of shouting out to him to stop and to try and get the dagger away from him. It was until he became aware that absolutely nothing happened when Harry held his hand over the flames at first. To his utter shock, the fire suddenly engulfed Harry's left hand, but it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He watched how Harry turned his hand in all directions to look at what was happening. Once his curiosity was sated, he, with a sudden flick of his wrist, extinguished the flames covering his hand.
On the other hand, Crowley only sat there staring at Harry with eyes so vast that one had to fear that they might fall out of their sockets.
"So, where were we? Ah yes, you thought that you could frighten me with death threats. Do you want to reconsider that or do I need to…convince you?" he asked jovially twirling the dagger in his hand.
"Uhm Harry…do you even have an idea what kind of fire that is?" Lucifer asked cautiously.
"Had I to make a guess I'd say holy oil inflamed by hellfire but don't ask me why it is blue and not red…" Harry replied, cocking his head in confusion. "Why?"
"Because, Harry, it's soul fire…" Lucifer stated but was interrupted by Crowley.
"Who are you? What are you?" he rasped out.
The thought that he was far above the boy power-wise went out through the window the second he had seen him being completely unaffected from touching the soul fire. He knew one thing, and that was to stay the hell away from soul fire as far as possible. He doubted that Lucifer thought any different on that topic because no one with a soul was immune to it. Since all living beings had a soul….
Usually, the fire should have caused the boy immeasurable pain and agony burning his soul while killing him slowly the second he touched it. However, he played with it as if it was nothing. Considering that he was a follower, lover, apprentice or whatever else of Lucifer…he did not pity anyone who manages to piss one of them off, or probably both.
"My name's Harry Potter," he said to Crowley before looking at Lucifer. "Didn't you say that soul fire was one of those that could still hurt me?"
"That should be the case, yes. Normally once it latched onto a soul, it burns until nothing remains and cannot be extinguished through any means," Lucifer explained still eying the dagger warily. Soul fire when burning a soul left nothing behind. So a human consumed by it wouldn't get to heaven or hell but cease to exist altogether.
Harry who saw that, swiped with his hand over the dagger's blade and extinguished the flames before placing the knife on the table. Closely observing that Crowley suddenly started to laugh, resulting in both Harry and Lucifer looking at him incredulously.
"Dumbledore will certainly have a heart attack should he ever learn of this," he said once he calmed down again.
Simultaneously, Alisha who cooked the entire time came over, placing a plate in front of each of them before vanishing. On them was something that Harry could clearly identify as beef with seasonal vegetables and potatoes.
"Who is Dumbledore?" Lucifer and Harry asked simultaneously picking up their cutlery and starting to eat.
That surprised Crowley who started to eat as well. "You don't know?" he asked Harry but only received a shaking of his head because he had a full mouth. "Where have you lived for the last ten years?"
"With my very caring relatives," Harry growled sarcastically after swallowing.
"So those are Alastair's three new customers on his VIP racks. I have to say that you did a pretty good job, Lucifer. They arrived in a right state," Crowley chuckled.
Lucifer however snorted. "My only involvement in that consisted of watching and making sure that they didn't escape," he said with a smirk.
"Wait, you don't mean to say…that was you?" he asked Harry unbelievingly putting his cutlery down.
As a response, Harry only grinned deviously.
"Remind me to never seriously piss you off," Crowley stated, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "But we got off track, Dumbledore is the most well-known British wizard right after Harry here. He defeated another dark wizard called Grindelwald a few decades ago and has been their leader ever since and headmaster of a magical school called Hogwarts. About twenty years ago now that soul-splitting bastard Riddle started to wage war over the magical part of England. Everyone turned to Dumbledore for help. Instead of simply battling it out, Dumbledore sat it out hoping that the problem would solve itself or for whatever reason. However, about twelve years ago suddenly a valid prophecy was made that foretold the downfall of Riddle…"
"Wait what do you mean with valid? Most prophecies are either self-fulfilling or outright bullshit," Lucifer interrupted.
"I know many were surprised about it since the last true prophecy was made about a century ago. The exact wording is unknown to me. But the general gist is that someone who would be able to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort. That is the name that idiot was known as at that time. Though, the said person would be born at the end of July and marked as his equal by him."
Lucifer contemplated what he just heard. A valid prophecy could only be made if one of two possible candidates contacted a seer. The seer then would act as their voice relaying the message. The two candidates for that would be either Fate or an angel.
However, he doubted that it had been Fate because she only made prophecies when something big was going to happen. So, she wants to make sure that the respective hero was stuck with his role.
Destiny also was out since she only cared for the overall picture and not the fate of only a few.
So it was highly likely that it had been an angel to give that prophecy. Still, since he had no idea how the power structure in heaven was like at the moment, he couldn't say which angel.
Harry, on the other hand, thought about something entirely else. "But I was born on 31st of July," he exclaimed in shock, his hand going to where his scar had been. He had no idea what happened to it, but Lucifer probably healed it together with the others.
"And that is the reason why you and your family were targeted by Riddle. Resulting in you defeating him at the age of one and him becoming a mere shade thanks to him splitting his soul," Crowley nodded affirmatively. "Since that night Dumbledore wants you to become his obedient little weapon so that you could finish Riddle off completely and he would get the credit for it."
If Harry's expression was anything to go by, Dumbledore would suffer, and painfully. He was utterly pissed off about the fact that it had apparently been Dumbledore, who had left him with his caring relatives. All that only so that he could become his obedient little attack dog. Well, certainly not.
Lucifer sighed. "It seems that we're going to school then."
Once again, he could only wonder how readily he went out of his way to ensure Harry's safety. If Lucifer were honest with himself, he would have to admit that he didn't want to leave Harry's company just yet. It wasn't that he wanted Harry to be anywhere near someone like Dumbledore. No, most certainly not! However, he still had no idea who had set up the prophecy. He did not intend to tip said idiot off that his plan backfired so spectacularly that it was a wonder that it wasn't shot into the universe after next.
Crowley looked at Lucifer surprised but wisely didn't comment about it.
"Crowley, could you get us as much information as possible on Hogwarts, the English magical community, Dumbledore, Riddle and everything else that might be of importance?" Lucifer requested.
"Do I look like your PA?" Crowley growled without any heat behind it.
"Ah yes, your ambitions. Don't think that you can fool me, Crowley. I know exactly what you planned…giving the Winchesters the colt so that they can kill me with it, not that it would have worked anyway. Also, you desire to become king of hell," here Crowley blanched. "The thing is I don't particularly care who rules hell but who do you think has higher chances, the one who has my support or the one who thought it apt to earn my ire?" Lucifer told him with a smirk leaning slightly forward.
Crowley narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether Lucifer was truthful or not. In the end, he came to the decision that it certainly wouldn't hurt playing nice with him.
"Very well, you'll have the information as soon as possible," he returned in a curt voice.
"Right decision," Lucifer smiled before turning around to Harry while Crowley left to give out a few orders. "Anything you want to do?" he asked now that they were finished with their meal.
Harry thought about that but couldn't come up with anything when his thoughts drifted to the Dursleys. His expression took a sad and longing look.
"What is it?" Lucifer inquired.
"I just thought that the Dursleys died far too quickly," he sighed.
Lucifer thought that through when a smirk entered his face. "I have the perfect place where we could go," he said cryptically.
Harry looked confused and interested picked his dagger up to put it somewhere to access it quickly if he needed it. Then another thought occurred to him
"Wait a sec, I want to try something," he exclaimed.
With that, he held out the dagger and concentrated a bit. When another ball of fire appeared over his left hand, he held it at the blade inflaming it again. Though this time it was an average looking fire since he used normal fire and not hellfire.
"Holy fire," Lucifer commented, raising an eyebrow wondering what Harry was up to.
Again Harry held out his left hand towards the fire. "Ouch!" he exclaimed quickly drawing back his hand where he burned himself.
Lucifer carefully took his hand and looked at the burned part. With a quick move of his hand, he healed the wound.
"Sorry, I just was curious," Harry admitted sheepishly.
"Don't worry. I have to admit that after your display with the soul fire I was also curious what would happen with holy fire," Lucifer said with a smile. He extinguished the flames with a wave of his hand. "Though I would never have suggested trying it. But what I wonder about is where the hell you got holy oil from."
"Where do you think I got it from? I nicked it from the Winchesters. How did you extinguish the fire?" Harry asked curiously.
"Simple deprivation of oxygen…the death of all fires," Lucifer chuckled. "So want to see what I came up with?" Harry simply nodded and seeing that Lucifer walked closer to him, placed his arms around him. "Good, hold on tight! Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to, okay?"
Harry answered that question by leaning against Lucifer and burrowing his face in his shoulder. With a flurry of black feathers, they were gone.
The first thing Harry recognised when they landed was for one the screams of eternal torment and the sulfuric smell that saturated the air. He also didn't doubt that were it not for the little gift from Lucifer that it would be unbearably hot. It didn't take much for Harry to recognise where they landed, hell. Instead of giving in to the urge to open his eyes and look where exactly they landed, he did as Lucifer asked and kept them closed.
Lucifer slowly let Harry go and turned him around to what his surprise for him was.
"You can open your eyes now," he said with a smile.
Harry did as he was told and looked straight at three racks onto which three very familiar people were fixed, the Dursleys. He blinked a few times before he whipped around and flung himself at Lucifer. Lucifer had to take a step back to not fall onto his ass because of the force.
"Thank you," Harry piped happily.
Lucifer laughed. "You're welcome."
Once he let go of Lucifer, Harry turned back around to his relatives. He eyed the table that stood to the side critically. On the table laid numerous instruments, knives and other strange things of which Harry couldn't name any though he would gladly try to find out what their use was. He walked up to the table, picked up one of the instruments, and turned to the Dursleys with a gleam in his eyes, which alone already made Dudley piss himself.
Alastair was on his way back to the racks coming from a well-deserved day of relaxing. It was when he became aware of the fact that one of his VIP customers was screaming in pain and agony. However, that shouldn't be the case since he was obviously not at work right now. So when he entered the room in which the racks were, he had to stop and make a double-take wondering whether he imagined things or not. In front of the rack with the older obese male on it stood a living human boy with messy black hair no older than twelve torturing the man quite expertly, he had to admit. However, it was evident that he was a beginner in the art of torturing because he missed any finesse.
Walking into the room, he became aware of a second boy the same age with honey-coloured hair sitting on the table with torture instruments. The boy observed the other one amusedly and gave tips from time to time. It didn't take long for the boy to notice him and walk over to him.
"Ah Alastair, nice to see you," Lucifer said in greeting.
"Lucifer?" Alastair asked disbelievingly. "What are you doing here, and who is the boy?"
Lucifer looked at Harry before he looked back to Alastair. "That's Harry; I hope you don't mind him playing a bit with your toys. He complained that his relatives died too quickly, so I thought we visit them here for a bit."
Alastair stared at Harry incredulously watching the boy torturing the man with a red-hot poker.
"Is he your apprentice?" he inquired.
Lucifer sighed on that question. "Apprentice…companion…friend…honestly, I have no idea."
"How did you meet him anyway?"
"That is something I don't understand either. When I fled my cage, I made my way to America and the Winchesters to convince Sam to become my vessel before laying waste to humanity. That was when I felt a tugging at my very soul. When I investigated it, I found him," he explained not even in the slightest worried that Alastair would use that knowledge against him in any way. Alastair was one of his very few real friends who kept him company many times while he had been in his cage hence why the demon tried to help to get him out. "He was abused and treated like a slave by his relatives before one day they nearly killed him, and they would have succeeded too had I not intervened."
"Wait, did you say he tugged at your very soul?" Alastair questioned shock and surprise written all over his face.
"Yes, though it morphed into some kind of humming when I met Harry for the first time. Why? What does it mean?" Lucifer looked at Alastair apprehensively.
Alastair, however, blinked a few times before he started to laugh hard. "You have no idea what that means?" Lucifer in return glared at him. "This is…I don't know what to say and don't look at me like that I'm not going to tell," Alastair said amusedly. "And don't try to get it out of me, you'd fail."
Lucifer glared at the demon for a few more moments before looking back at Harry who was still playing with his relatives. However, Vernon seemed to have fallen unconscious much to Harry's displeasure. That was when suddenly, a wave of magic hit the unconscious man waking him up effectively. Lucifer chuckled, but Alastair who also observed that was surprised.
"He is a wizard?" he asked, amazed. "Wait,…Harry? For the sake of my sanity, don't tell me he is Harry Potter," he now growled.
"Okay, then I won't tell you," Lucifer smirked.
"Do you have an idea who the hell that boy is?" Alastair pinched the bridge of his nose before he narrowed his eyes on the archangel.
"Boy-who-lived, the saviour of the British magical world, golden poster boy and Dumbledore's supposed little attack dog…Crowley dug up quite a bit of information about him. Oh, and he is Death's favourite, though I still have no idea why," Lucifer muttered.
"Death's favourite?"
"Yes. I had to take Harry as a vessel to save him when his beloved relatives nearly killed him. About two weeks later, Death suddenly turned up and demanded that I get out of him. Because, and here I quote directly… he is destined to become more than he is right now and that cannot happen if I am residing within his body. To stop Death bitching around, I made a deal with him. I would protect the boy for him giving me a custom body. Because I didn't want to leave him alone to convince Sam Winchester into saying yes," he explained. "Oh, and I agreed to not eradicate humanity."
Alastair amusedly watched Lucifer. The archangel might not recognise the bond he shared with the boy, but he knew a soul-bond when he saw one. It would be highly entertaining to watch them that much was clear for the demon. That was when an idea occurred to him.
"You know I could teach him how to control his magic. As a human, I was Salazar Slytherin after all, and I still know everything…" he suggested.
A/N: Now even my beautifully brilliant beta thinks I'm evil because of my cliff-hangers and you know what? I'm proud to be evil! 'til next chapter!