A/N: Yay another chapter for this story! You should all thank my lovely beta, she had her birthday on the 6th of September and asked for another chapter, so I indulged her and wrote it. So here we are! But don't count on it that I'll post another one next month…

Nomura581: Glad to be of help

Dark-Prince-of-Clowns: You should know by now that I'm utterly insane…do I need a reason for doing stuff? NO! Well, other than that it just popped into my mind.

Chapter 10: You Shouldn't Call Him Pathetic!

"What happened? You're practically glowing, Harry," he carefully asked.

"Let's just say that Lucifer told me that I was an idiot," Harry replied.

"And that makes you happy?" Draco questioned in disbelieve.

That made Harry laugh. "No, it's just that my life couldn't get any better, that is why I'm happy."

Draco still looked sceptical but didn't say anything further, trusting that Harry would tell him in time and not wanting to pry. Sure, he was a Slytherin and always on the lookout for information and potential blackmailing material, but he didn't want to anger Lucifer, so he curbed his desire to learn more.

They silently ate their lunch and soon made their way to the potion's classroom, which was located right next to Severus' quarters and close to the Slytherin common room.

Again, they had the unfortunate luck to have the class together with Gryffindor.

Lucifer thought that this was a catastrophe in the making, especially with how Weasley was behaving. The boy absolutely loathed everything Slytherin and was already making a nuisance out of himself by trying to pick a fight with Nott.

"Why do we have to have nearly all the classes together with those idiots?" Draco moaned.

"See it this way, we'll be able to watch how they're tormented by Snape first hand," Harry retorted with a snicker.

That instantly brightened Draco's mood. "You're right, this will be a sight to behold."

This was the moment that the classroom door banged open and Snape called them in. Everyone instantly set into motion and scurried into the classroom. Harry, Lucifer, and Draco made their way to the front and sat down in the first row, followed by Blaise, who sat down on the last empty place next to Draco.

Snape also began the lesson with a rollcall but stopped when he reached Harry's name.

"Harry Potter, our new...celebrity," he drawled.

"Sorry, but I'm not that new," Harry butted in. "I'm eleven after all and defeated that idiot when I was one. So, ten years of being a celebrity isn't that new. Actually, I think that I'm already yesterday's old news."

"If you think that I'll tolerate your hubris in my classroom, you're sorely mistaken," Snape retorted with a sneer glaring at Harry for having the gall to interrupt him.

"Yet you are the one who emphasised my status as a celebrity for something I neither even remember nor wanted. Or do you really think that never being able to see my parents again is something worth striving for?" Harry countered.

Several gasps were heard throughout the classroom as many couldn't believe that Harry would argue with a professor in such a manner, not to mention Snape.

Snape though blinked a few times, apparently not having anticipated that he would be outwitted by an eleven-year-old, though the Slytherin he is, he didn't show it.

"Be careful, or you'll find yourself in detention before the lesson even started," he finally said before he continued with the rollcall after Harry only grinned at him cheekily.

Once he called out the last name, he stood up and walked around his desk, pulling his robe tighter around him to look more intimidating.

Harry had to admit that it was working and he indeed would have felt at least a slight bit intimidated if he didn't know that Snape posed no danger to him. So, for him, his father's antics were only highly amusing.

"You're here to learn the subtle art of potions brewing so don't expect any incantations or silly wand waiving in this class. I don't expect many of you to have the needed calm and patience to excel in this class, but I expect you to at least achieve an Acceptable as I won't condone to any slacking, is that clear?" he asked in a low voice that nonetheless carried throughout the entire classroom.

Everyone was listening with baited breath, and no one dared to move so much as a hair.

"Though those who bring the needed predisposition," he continued while looking at Draco, who smiled smugly. "I can teach how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper into death."

His gaze swept over the students until it stopped at Harry.

"Mr Potter, what do I get if I add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked in a menacing tone.

Before Harry had even the chance to answer the question, the hand of the bushy-haired girl he knew was Hermione Granger shot into the air.

"Depends on what the steps afterwards are and if you're aiming for a very potent poison or the Draught of the Living Death," Harry retorted.

Snape rose an eyebrow but didn't say anything to it

"Where would you search if I asked you to bring me a bezoar?" he instead asked.

Again Granger's hand was in the air before Harry could even think of an answer.

"Assuming that your ingredients cupboard is somewhat logically sorted in-between the antivenins," Harry answered with a shrug.

"Where else?"

Now the Granger girl was nearly standing and frantically waving her hand in the air to catch Snape's attention.

"Apothecary."

Snape had to suppress a frustrated groan, and considering the smile the boy sported he knew very well what answer he expected but didn't want to give.

"You're in the middle of nowhere and managed to poison yourself but don't have an apothecary close by or a bezoar on your person. Where do you look for one?" he growled.

"Well, I think I'd apparate to the next apothecary to get one because otherwise I'd be screwed," he stated but elaborated when he saw the now murderous glare his father sported, not that Harry thought he would harm him. "The chance to find a goat in the middle of nowhere is next to nil."

Snape growled lowly but let off him. Instead, he rounded on the boy that was with Loki the entire time, Neville Longbottom.

"What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane, Mr Longbottom?" he snarled.

It seemed that Granger also belonged to the ones who would make a nuisance out of themselves by practically jumping up and down while waving her hand.

"Sit down, Granger! I would have called you if I wanted to hear the answer from you," Snape snapped at her upon which she slumped in her chair with a pout.

Neville though at first looked fearful, and a bit panicked at his teacher for being selected, but after Loki whispered something in his ear and nodded encouragingly at him, he gained more confidence.

"They are different subspecies of the Aconitum genus though there are also subspecies that are called both Wolfsbane and Monkshood," Neville told the man in a low but firm voice, earning himself a proud smile from Loki.

Snape didn't even acknowledge the correctness of the answer but waved his wand at the board that stood behind his desk and writing appeared on it.

"Today you're going to brew the cure for boils. You'll work in pairs and in silence," he snarled. "The instructions are on the board and in your books. Begin!"

Everybody spurred into action as soon as Snape turned around, walked behind his desk, sat down and began to write on a piece of parchment.

Malfoy instantly turned around towards Harry and stared at him in disbelieve. Harry only stared back.

"Are you insane?" Draco hissed lowly after a few moments. "Antagonizing Snape in such a way. It is no wonder that he seems to dislike you. If you go on like this…"

"Mr Malfoy, I told you to work in silence," Snape suddenly snarled while looming over them.

Draco threw Harry an apologetic glance before he replied. "Yes, Sir."

After that Harry silently worked with Lucifer while Draco was paired with Blaise. Both groups brewed the Boil-Cure without any effort having brewed it already before school even started. It was normal for pureblood families to teach their children from a young age hence why they are usually far more advanced than those who did not.

Snape in the meantime swept through the rows, sneering at some cauldrons and even looming over Weasley for a few moments which seemed to infuriate the boy. That was also the reason why the redhead made the grave mistake and placed the porcupine quills in the cauldron without taking it from the fire first. Snape only sneered at it and vanished the resulting mess, giving them zero points for the day resulting in Weasley sulking for the remainder of the lesson.

It was shortly before the lesson was about to end when Snape spoke up.

"Your potion should by now emit a slight pink smoke," he said while looking in disdain at most of the cauldrons, which emitted anything but pink smoke. The only ones that were perfectly brewed were Draco's, Harry's and to his surprise Neville's. "Bottle up a phial and bring it to the front so that it can be graded before cleaning up your workstations. Afterwards, you're dismissed. I want seven inches on the reason for why the porcupine quills should never be added without extinguishing the fire beforehand for the next lesson."

Every group hurried to fill a phial with their potion and brought it to the front while their partner began to tidy everything up. Harry was halfway through cleaning his cauldron when he heard his father addressing him.

"Potter, stay behind," he snapped at him.

Draco looked worriedly at Harry. "Please, don't antagonise him further, will you?"

Harry chuckled lowly. "I won't don't worry. If you're worried you can stay," he offered, knowing that it would make his talk with his father a bit awkward but it might sooth Draco's worries at least a bit.

Harry watched how everyone bar Lucifer and Draco filled out of the classroom. Even Blaise left after looking at Draco for a long moment, wondering whether he should stay or not. In the end, he decided that he would wait in the common room for them.

Though what surprised Harry a bit was that Gabriel also looked at him worriedly before he left.

"Are you okay?" Severus asked Harry apprehensively once everyone else bar Draco had left, hoping that he hadn't hurt with his harsh words this day.

Harry just nodded, not perturbed by his father's antics in the least, he had received worse while staying in hell.

He, on the other hand, wondered whether he should let Draco in on his secret or not.

On the one hand, he knew the boy for only one day at most and had no idea what he would do with this information. On the other side, he was his god-brother, and he was bound to get even more worried the longer his animosities with his father continued. It took him a few moments, but in the end, he came to a decision.

"Draco, if I asked you to, would you swear to keep whatever I told you a secret?" he asked the blond boy.

Draco looked back and forth between Harry, Lucifer and Severus, not knowing what to think about this request. In the end, though he nodded, knowing that if he betrayed Harry's trust, he would also betray Lucifer and that was indeed nothing that he wanted.

"Harry, I swear on my magic, that I will never willingly relay any secret you let me in on to anyone who doesn't know without your express permission, so mote it be," he calmly stated and didn't even blink when he was engulfed in a golden aura that soon faded once the oath settled.

Harry was stunned speechless for a moment before he smiled broadly.

"Thank you, Draco. You might not believe it, but this means a lot to me," he told him.

It truly meant a lot to him that Draco would go as far as to swear an oath not to betray his trust and tell anyone about his secrets after only knowing him for a day. Never before did he have a friend that would go such length, or any friend at all as it was. But now Draco showed him that he could be trusted.

Sure, the prospect of facing Lucifer's wrath might have an impact on Draco's decision. But Draco had done it willingly and more importantly without hesitation, and that showed him that Draco might have even done it without the threat of Lucifer. For now, that was more than enough for Harry to trust Draco.

Even Lucifer and Severus were surprised that Draco so soon showed such loyalty and they didn't doubt that they soon would become friends that no one would be able to separate ever again.

"Anyway, first things first. Your worries about my animosities with dad while appreciated are completely needless," Harry said with a chuckle while closely observing Draco and wondering how long it would take the boy to pick up the fact that he just called Severus 'dad'.

It took Draco a few moments, but eventually, his head snapped towards Severus, who looked at him with a blank mask before he looked back at Harry.

"Dad?!" he exclaimed in shock and disbelieve.

"So you caught that, did you?" Harry snickered. "Yes you heard right, Severus is my biological father."

"But…why…HOW?"

It seemed that Draco didn't know what to think anymore.

His godfather, whom he knew only ever loved one woman that he could never get and whom he had fallen out with, not to mention that said woman was Harry's mother and married to James Potter, suddenly was Harry's father?! How had that happened? James Potter was Harry's father or was he not?

Well, apparently if they both were right, he was not. But when had Severus met with Lily? Not to mention when had they…well…you know…done something that would result in Lily becoming pregnant? The thought alone made Draco shiver, and it was something he never wanted to think about. Who in their right mind wanted to know more about the love life of their godfather? No one, that's who.

"I'd say that my private life is none of your concern," Snape suddenly said and effectively ripped Draco from his musing.

Harry though only sighed deeply. "Long story short, his reconciliation with my mother resulted in more than they bargained for. Though James Potter knew and blood adopted me, so I'm also a Potter," Harry explained with a shrug.

"Harry," Severus admonished his son in a stern voice that actually made Draco cringe, knowing that his godfather was not impressed.

"What? Do you really think that Draco wouldn't have figured it out himself? He doesn't peg me for someone who might believe that the stork brings the babies," he deadpanned.

Draco though looked at him as if he had been profoundly insulted. As if he would believe such nonsense.

"May that be as it is, this isn't a topic I wish to discuss in front of my godson, or ever," Severus stated with a stern glare, but Harry only smiled at him. "Draco, it is true that Harry is my son, but it has to stay a secret for now. Certain parties expect me to hate Harry hence why I treat him so badly in public. Your worry though is indeed baseless because both Harry and I decided that it would be the best course of action for now and I would never hurt him on purpose."

"Now your conversation this morning makes much more sense," Draco mused, thinking over every interaction he witnessed between Severus and Harry so far. "So…you're my god-brother?!"

Harry nodded slowly, not knowing where Draco was going with this. Draco looked at him for a long moment before he beamed at Harry and to the surprise of the other boy embraced him in a hug in a very un-Malfoy manner.

"I'm glad and thank you that you told me," he whispered before he let go, hoping that they would form a long-lasting friendship.

Draco didn't care that Harry was the boy who lived or that he'd defeated the Dark Lord. Merlin, he didn't even care that he was apparently good friends with Lucifer…well, as long as said friendship didn't pose a threat towards him.

"I'm also glad that you're so accepting and loyal to Harry," Lucifer suddenly spoke up, reminding everyone that he was still in the room too. "But should you so much as think about betraying him…well, let's just say that you'll learn just why I'm called the devil."

Draco shivered and shifted uncomfortably at the threat that was accompanied by a malicious smirk but nodded. He made a mental note to never ever get on Lucifer's wrong side.

"Stop scaring him," Harry admonished the fallen angel.

To everyone's surprise, Lucifer's malicious grin morphed into a soft smile when he looked at Harry.

"I just wanted to make sure that he knows what he's getting into," Lucifer huffed.

"That doesn't mean you have to scare them, or do you plan to scare everyone who might want to become my friend?" Harry rose an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Where's the problem? I just want to ensure that they don't have malicious intentions," Lucifer grumbled.

"Other than the fact that you'll probably scare everyone away?" Harry retorted.

Draco looked in disbelieve at Harry and Lucifer, watching their ongoing bantering.

"Say, uncle Sev, did I miss something?" he asked his godfather, who was now right next to him.

"No, no you didn't. I have unfortunately no idea what is going on between those two. Yesterday evening Lucifer calmed Harry down when he was upset, and you know how he tricked him to be his pillow last night," Severus replied with a thoughtful face. "But I don't think that Lucifer poses any threat to Harry, quite the contrary, he seems extremely protective of him."

"What confuses me is that this morning Harry seemed very subdued towards Lucifer but after Herbology they vanished shortly, and when they arrived at lunch, Harry was positively beaming," Draco confessed.

"This is indeed very strange," the Potions Master mused.

In the meantime, the heated discussion between Harry and Lucifer came to an end with Lucifer complaining in annoyance.

"I won't stop protecting you," he growled, unknowingly giving proof to what Severus and Draco were talking about mere minutes ago.

"And I don't expect you to," Harry exclaimed in exasperation. "All I ask from you is to be less openly hostile towards those I want to be friends with!"

"Okay, okay," he finally conceded. "But don't expect me to be nice to those I don't like."

"I would never dream of it," Harry said with a laugh. "The world would come to an end if you were nice to someone you don't like and besides, I like it when you go all badass on them."

The last part Harry had whispered to Lucifer while stepping around him and towards Draco and Severus. Lucifer though looked at Harry with slightly diluted eyes before he composed himself again.

"Sorry, Lucifer and I got a bit side-tracked. Any questions, Draco?" Harry asked the blond.

"Only one, are there any other ground-breaking information you want to impart with me?" he deadpanned not really expecting the answer to be yes, not after learning that his godfather, in fact, had at least a one-night stand with Lily Potter resulting in her falling pregnant.

"Uhm…," Harry answered while looking at his father.

"No!" was Severus' resolute reply.

"Dad, he's your godson, and it would make things infinitely easier if you want to spend time with him," Harry retorted. "Besides, what is he going to do? He cannot breathe a word about it without losing his magic."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, while Draco looked confused back and forth between his godfather and Harry. Though Draco was also a tad worried what this secret was when it elicited such a reaction from his usually stoic godfather.

However, in the end, Severus nodded.

"Very well, but not now. Dinner already started and you both should get something to eat. Come to my quarters after dinner, and we'll talk further," he instructed.

Draco nodded while Harry beamed at him. He was glad that his father agreed with him, having been worried that his father would stay firm with it.

Severus watched how Draco and Harry left his classroom closely followed by Lucifer. Draco was questioning Harry about what he just learned and tried to wriggle information about what he'll learn this evening out of him.

With a deep sigh, he turned around and began to put the samples the students left on his desk for him to grade away.

He had to admit that Harry was right, telling Draco about everything would make things easier, and with the oath, the information would be safe with him. Things had been quite difficult in the past, especially when Lucius had to suddenly dump his son with him because he had to attend a sudden meeting or something the like. More than once it had been a close call that Draco nearly saw Lily in his house, but until now they could prevent it. However, once they told Draco that wouldn't be a problem anymore and he doubted that Draco would be overly perturbed by it, shocked surely but not perturbed.

Once all the phials were stored away, Severus left the classroom and went to dinner himself.

When Draco, Harry and Lucifer finished dinner, they made their way down into the dungeons and towards Severus' quarters. It took them a few minutes but they arrived eventually, and Harry firmly knocked at the heavy wooden door. A few moments later the door opened and revealed Severus, who, when he saw who knocked, stepped aside and let them in. They walked over to the sofa in front of the fireplace and sat down.

It was evident to everyone that Draco was nervous and wondered what secret he would learn this evening. However, whatever he thought it was, he'd definitely never guessed the truth.

They sat a few moments in silence when Lily entered the room coming from the kitchen and carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. At first, Draco wondered who the woman was, who knew her way around Severus' quarters too well to be there for the first time. That was when he realised who the woman, with the vibrant fiery red hair and emerald green eyes that were so much like Harry's, was, Lily Potter.

"Lily Potter," Draco whispered in shock but was heard nonetheless.

"It is actually Lily Snape now but yes," the woman, Lily, replied with a soft smile. "You must be Draco, Severus told me a lot about you, and it is nice to finally meet you."

"Wait, what? WHEN?" Draco exclaimed, to him it seemed that today was one big shock and surprise.

"Half a year after the Dark Lord attacked Godric's Hollow," Severus smoothly replied while Lily handed everyone a cup of tea.

Draco looked completely flabbergasted.

They had been together nearly his entire life. His entire life! Not once had he suspected that his godfather had a girlfriend, not to mention that he was married. He couldn't even begin to fathom the enormity of it all. Severus was his godfather, and he had assumed that his godfather trusted him. But never once had he mentioned anything, not his marriage nor that Harry was his son…their son.

Harry! Did he know? Did he know all the time but never said anything? Never tried to be his friend? The thought hurt him more than he was ready to admit. He had hoped to have a genuine friendship with Harry, not one based on who had the most influence or gold.

"Did you know?" he asked Harry warily, trying and failing to keep the hurt from his voice.

Harry looked at him strangely, wondering what Draco was hurt over.

"No, no, I didn't know. Not until yesterday evening when Lucifer and I met with dad here," Harry solemnly replied watching how relief flittered over Draco's face. "Draco, believe me, I didn't even know about magic until I met Lucifer this summer."

Draco looked at him as if he grew another head.

"Dumbledore locked him away with my lovely sister," Lil spat the last two words. "And let us just say that his upbringing left a lot to be desired."

"That is one way to describe it," Harry snorted.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked curiously.

"Do you really want to know?" Harry questioned but only received a look that told him that Draco wouldn't have asked otherwise. "Well let's see. They beat the living daylight out of me on a nearly daily basis, I had to do all the chores ever since my third birthday, and oh yes, I actually thought my name was freak until I went to school for the first time. Not to mention that they starved me, I was allowed to the loo only once a day if I were lucky and had to wash with cold water and 3 minutes maximum."

It was not only Lucifer, who had to be restrained by Harry, but also Lily, whose arm Severus was gripping tightly, but they all looked as if they wanted to go to hell and show the Dursleys just what they were capable of, or in Severus' case, why he had become an inner circle Death Eater within the first year of joining. The only thing holding them back was that they already learned some of those things the evening before and the fact that Harry punished them previously.

Draco, on the other hand, looked deathly pale before righteous anger took over.

"How dare they? Hurting a wizard," he exclaimed. "What kind of monsters are they? That people wonder why the Dark Lord hated them so much."

"One of the very few things he was right with, Muggles and the magical world don't mix well with each other," Severus sneered, looking less hostile by now.

Draco looked at him strangely, wondering whether he imagined it or not, but it had sounded as if his godfather actually despised the Dark Lord. It made him curious as he knew that Severus had once served the man, but he kept his quiet. However, this shifted to the background in his mind since other and more important questions had to be addressed, like the fact that Harry was obviously abused.

In a rare show of emotion – though this evening or better yet the entire day definitely was an exception to that – Draco leaned over and hugged Harry.

"If you ever need someone to talk to, about whatever you want, you can always come to me," he told him before he let go.

Harry smiled softly. "Thank you," he merely said.

Not wanting to continue with the current topic, Draco turned towards Lily and Severus.

"One thing is confusing me though. I mean Lily was definitely reported dead so, how are you alive?" he asked when he registered what he just blurted out and quickly tried to backpedal. "I mean you don't have to answer, I just…."

It was amusing to see Draco stammer through his apology, but Lily's laughter stopped him while Severus sighed in resignation.

"After everything you already learned I suppose that we can tell you this too as you'll learn sooner or later anyway," he told him while his eyes flashed white.

Draco blinked a few times. "Why doesn't this surprise me?!" he muttered before looking at Lily. "You too?"

Lily simply nodded.

"Well, I would have thought that your eyes would be black," Harry, on the other hand, mused, not having seen his father's or mother's demonic side either.

"Please, as if they could have become some common demon," Lucifer huffed. "I didn't make many demons directly, but those I make are always special, more powerful."

"You did this for Harry?" Draco asked Lucifer, but the angel shook his head.

"No, I didn't even know Harry at that time. I did it for another reason, but that is of no concern."

Draco nodded, not wanting to press further. After that their conversation moved onwards to their first day at Hogwarts and how the lessons were.

Severus complained that Gryffindors were all dunderheads who couldn't even distinguish right from left while Harry and Draco told about their day. They talked until shortly before curfew when Draco, Harry and Lucifer had to return to the dorms and get to sleep.

Both Lily and Severus were pleased that Draco was taking everything so well. They had been worried that he would have adverse reactions when he learned what they had become but it seemed that the boy was quite open-minded. Also, the blooming friendship between Harry and Draco filled them with relief, knowing that finally Harry got everything that he deserved.

That also had been Severus' worry when he treated Harry disdainfully over the day, that this would remind Harry of the Dursleys and consequently hinder their slowly building relationship. However, it seemed that his worries in that regard had been for nought and it filled him with pride.

With everything Harry had been through, after every beating he had received, he had stood up, and it had made him stronger. Now paired with his friendship with Lucifer, Severus didn't doubt for one second that anyone who dared to stand in their way would regret doing so very soon afterwards.

The next days flew by, and Draco became even closer friends with Harry and Lucifer. Also though Lucifer was slightly jealous that Harry wasn't spending so much time with him alone anymore, he knew that Harry needed other friends. What appeased him was the knowledge that Harry's heart belonged to him alone (except his parents and they didn't count in his opinion, not in the regard that mattered).

He would never admit it aloud, but he loved it how Harry snuggled against him at night, for now, this was how far they would both go, and he relished in every second.

Draco though used his new-found friendship as an excuse to stay away from the two buffoons Crab and Goyle who, in Draco's words, were as dense as a plank of wood. The only reason for why he put up with them was the sole fact that they had been brought around a lot in his childhood and it would have disgraced his family had he done or said anything.

However, what none of the three failed to notice was the whispering and staring that followed them wherever they went.

For ones there where those who worshipped the ground Harry walked on just because of what happened when he was one. Harry despised those because they didn't think for themselves but were content in following his lead, brainless sheep.

Then there were those who were in love with the image they had built around the boy-who-lived and now were sorely disappointed that he had absolutely nothing in common with it. They either whispered behind his back how he went dark or even outright accused him of it as Weasley liked to do.

The last group consisted of those who hated his guts be it either because he was a Slytherin, because he defeated the Dark Lord, or for what other inane reason they could come up with.

Though those were just those, who had a problem with Harry. When it came to Lucifer, the school was split.

One small part believed that he was whom he claimed he was – mostly because they either had ties to hell themselves or creature blood that recognised him – and either reacted in awe or as the majority of those who believed him did, in fear. The awed ones luckily were exclusively Slytherins and silenced with a glare while those in fear of him gave him a wide berth. Some of those who feared him though, slowly warmed up to him when they saw that he wasn't a threat, but they still preferred to stay the hell away from him.

The worst group of all, however, was the group who didn't believe him. Okay, here one had to differentiate again. Most of those just thought him mental and ignored him, but some of the especially darker members of the Slytherin house felt insulted that he claimed to be Lucifer and it was just a matter of time before things would escalate.

It was Friday in the late afternoon that everything went head over heels.

Harry, Draco and Lucifer just entered the Slytherin common room, talking animatedly, when they realised that it was mostly empty. The only people in it besides them were three seventh year students who were standing in the middle of the room, one leaning against the backrest of one of the couches. All three's heads snapped towards the entrance when they heard them coming in.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the wannabe Lucifer with his appendages," the one leaning against the couch said with a chuckle.

"Hey, I'm not an…," Draco started but was silenced by Harry.

"Do you want to handle this?" Lucifer asked Harry with a grin.

Harry though laughed. "They are insulting and doubting you, and by the way, I was waiting for an opportunity to see what you would do, so have fun," he replied. "Draco and I will make ourselves comfortable over there and stay out of your way."

Harry took Draco's hand and dragged the bewildered boy towards a group of armchairs that stood to the side but with excellent view on the room.

"Believe me Draco you don't want to stand between him and his target," he told the blond boy.

Draco's eyes widened slightly, but he followed Harry and sat down. He wasn't so stupid as to want to be in the way of Lucifer when the fallen angel was about to unleash hell upon those idiots.

Lucifer watched them before he turned back towards the offenders with a smile that made a shark look tame in comparison.

"So you don't believe that I am who I claim to be. Say, what did you think would happen if you were wrong?" he asked them with a now angelic smile that however made him look even more dangerous.

"Pah, as if you could possibly be Lucifer. The real Lucifer would never run around as a child and certainly would not attend school," one of the other boys sneered. "Not to mention befriending that freak Potter!"

This, however, was a grave mistake because it set Harry off.

"Luc, I changed my mind, I want him," he growled while standing up and walking over to Lucifer. "You still can have the other two."

Lucifer looked at him in contemplation. On the one hand, he wanted to punish that idiot himself for calling Harry a freak, but on the other, it would be amusing to see what Harry would do. However, before he could say anything, the boy who insulted Harry spoke up again.

"Am I supposed to be frightened now?" he mocked, feigning fear.

"Oh, you have no idea what a big mistake you just made. You see I learned a lot about the human body lately and I know exactly how to hurt you the most without even injuring you," Harry explained while he sauntered around the boy who by now stood there completely frozen.

That was until Harry struck him hard in the side with his fist and the boy went to his knees with a cry of pain. Unknown to him the hit had been magically enhanced to not only hurt more but also to prevent any damage to flesh or organs so that the pain was the only result.

Harry chuckled lowly. "One hit and you're already on your knees before me? Pathetic! I know non-magicals that lasted longer than you."

Though neither the boy nor his two friends would stand by and watch him getting beaten. All three had their wand in their hands in the blink of an eye and pointed them at Harry. The first guy just wanted to cast a spell.

"If I were you and if you value your manhood, I wouldn't do that," Lucifer purred.

Unknown to the guy, Lucifer had drawn a karambit knife and was currently threatening the boy with it, or better yet the parts of his anatomy designed for reproduction.

The knife was actually a gift from Alastair. While they had been in hell, Lucifer caught up with what the non-magical world was up to and consequently stumbled across the internet and a certain series that funnily enough had him as the main character, or at least how they perceived him. Though he wouldn't admit it aloud he took a liking to it.

That was when he saw the knife the demon in this series used, and he wanted one too. Sure, it took quite some time for him to learn how to use it correctly and without accidentally hurting himself but he had to admit that it was very well worth it. The knife not only looked wicked but also was very handy.

When Alastair became aware of that fact, he magically forged him such a knife and even imbued it with some of the remaining silver from his original blade.

This was the knife he was currently using.

"Is that supposed to make us believe that you're truly Lucifer? You, who attacked us in such a disgustingly muggle fashion?" the third boy spoke up for the first time. "It is you who are pathetic!"

"Oh, you so shouldn't have said that," Harry piped up. "The thing is until now we played nice as not to anger Snape, hoped that you would see reason and would back down. But now? Oh now, …now you're in trouble."

With the last word, the room suddenly heated up to an unbearable degree that only Lucifer and Harry were immune to and Draco shielded from.

"Are you ready to face hell?" Lucifer chuckled.

A/N: Here we are. 'til next chapter!