Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural. No money is being made.
Warnings: Slash.
A.N.: I forgot to mention this last time. The Harry Potter time-line was pushed six years up. So everything happened six years later. So when the last seal is broken Harry is 21, and Teddy is 4.
Chapter 2 – Really Religious
He was free.
Free.
Free!
He payed no mind to the humans he could feel at the opening of his Cage, he didn't care about them. He had other things on his mind. Only one thing on his mind actually.
Harry.
He needed Harry. Needed to see him, to be with him, to hold him. He just needed Harry.
He froze when he felt a presence surround him.
'Father', he thought, too shocked to properly react to the presence of his Father. A presence he had been denied for eons.
The presence reacted to his stray thought. He felt the warm embrace of his Father, and then everything ached. He hadn't even realized that he had hit the hard ground, he hadn't even noticed that he had a body to hit the ground with.
The last thing he heart before darkness claimed him were his Father's whispered words.
"Be happy, my son."
Harry frowned when he felt something colliding with his wards. He could feel that the wards weren't damaged, and that whatever had collided with them didn't mean any harm to him. Though whatever it was was still near the wards, right beside them in fact.
He knew he should leave it be; whoever, or whatever, it was would go away sooner or later. But he had never been able to control his curiosity, and no matter how much he had changed over the years that was something that hadn't.
He made sure that Teddy was still asleep before he made his way outside. Carefully he approached the place his wards had been hit, wand in hand just to be safe.
He couldn't stop himself from gaping when he saw what had disturbed his wards. Lying just beside them was a bruised, and battered man. For a second Harry thought the man was dead, then he noticed the slow rise and fall of his chest.
He stared for a couple of seconds, unsure on how he should proceed. Calling the aurors was out of the question, since there were none in the United States. There was actually no magical community in the United States, which was why he had moved there in the first place. The magic was far too wild for most wizards, and it usually made it uncomfortable for them. Harry didn't really understand why. Hermione speculated that it was because he was more in tune with magic – he could feel the intentions of the magic, knew it meant him no harm, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. However most other wizards would just feel a foreign magic pushing against their own leaving them on edge. Teddy, even though he wasn't a werewolf, still had some traits of the curse and the wilder magic didn't bother him in the least. From what Harry had seen it even calmed him down when he was a little more fussy.
He could contact the British aurors, he was sure that Kingsley wouldn't mind sending a couple over if he requested it, but was it truly worth it? He could just leave the stranger out there, and wait for him to wake up and be on his way.
He grimaced at the thought.
He may have curbed his hero-complex quite a bit, but it still didn't sit well with him to leave an obvious injured person to fend on their own.
He sighed, and shook his head. Well, it looked like he had made his decision.
He walked through the wards, and knelt beside the man. Now that he was closer he could feel some sort of magic around the unconscious stranger; which meant that the man was either a wizard, or a magical creature. The first one he had actually encountered in the States. He sighed again and levitated the man, knowing that he would never be able to carry him since the man seemed to be a good head taller than him. He granted the man passage through his wards, and made his way inside.
He decided to put the man in one of the guest rooms farthest from Teddy's room, and put all manner of wards around it just in case.
Once he was finished he turned towards the man on the bed. He didn't seem to be hurt much, just a few bumps and bruises. He blushed bright red when he noticed that he was paying much more attention to the man's looks than he should. Though he didn't think anyone would blame him. The man was quite handsome – wavy golden hair, sun-kissed skin stretched over well defined muscles, paired with aristocratic features: high cheekbones, straight nose, and thin lips.
Harry scowled, and looked away. Really, ogling an unconscious man. Harry shook his head, he wasn't that desperate.
He made sure that the wards were in place, and left the room. It was rather late, and he wanted to get a few hours of sleep before Teddy woke the whole house in his demand for food.
He would deal with the stranger in the morning.
He woke up.
He woke up.
For the first time since his creation he actually woke up. It was a completely novel experience for him. Angels, even fallen ones, had no need for sleep so they didn't wake up. It was... strange. He couldn't say that he liked it all that much, if he was being truthful. The slightly disorienting feeling that had assaulted him as soon as he opened his eyes was quite disturbing.
He froze, his eyes widening just a little.
He woke up! That meant he had a body to wake up. A body.
He had resigned himself to hunting down a vessel that wouldn't be able to hold him just so he could be with Harry. He knew that anything but the perfect vessel, a Samuel Winchester, wouldn't be able to hold his Grace for a very long time without the body deteriorating. Though to be with Harry he had been willing to go through that. If things were different then he would have gone to Samuel, but information was trickling in, he was hearing his brothers talk, and he knew that Samuel Winchester would never agree to be his vessel. Not with all that Apocalypse talk floating around.
His Father though, his father had made a body for him. Not a vessel, but a true body. A body that was truly his, a body that would be able to sustain his Grace. A body that would allow him to be with Harry indefinitely.
Was this his Father's way of saying he approved? Of saying that he could be with Harry? Had he been given permission when none before had?
"I see you're awake."
His eyes snapped towards a voice that he had become intimately familiar with.
Harry.
He drank in the sight of the male. His gaze lingering on those beautiful emerald eyes. It took all his self-control not to jump out of the bed, and pull Harry into a hug. He wanted to hold that slight body close and tell him just how much Harry meant to him. He wanted to thank him for everything Harry had done for him. He just wanted to hold him, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
He didn't do any of it though. He knew that Harry would most likely curse him if he even tried.
He saw Harry looking at him, obviously waiting for him to reply, and he suddenly felt self-conscious. What if Harry didn't like how he looked? How did the body his Father gave him look? It was absurd, of course, such things shouldn't matter to him – and they didn't. He didn't care in the least how Harry looked, it didn't matter to him; though he admitted that he loved the lovely emerald eyes. But he knew that humans were picky with those things. What if Harry was too? What if Harry didn't like him?
He almost winced at that thought. He sounded disturbingly like a human school girl with a crush. It was quite undignified. His brothers would have never left him live something like that down, especially Gabriel. Thank Father that Gabriel wasn't there.
Harry cleared his throat bringing him out of his thoughts.
"I am," he replied, sitting up on the bed. "Thank you for helping me."
"It's fine." Harry stepped into the room. "You looked pretty battered. Rough fight?"
Lucifer snorted, a slight smile pulling at his lips.
"Something like that. Family is hard to deal with sometimes." Technically he wasn't lying.
Harry nodded, and took a seat on a chair near the bed. He seemed relaxed, but Lucifer could feel the magic around him, itching to protect its wielder.
"I'm Harry by the way." I know. "You crashed near my wards, how did you end up here?"
"I don't really know." Well that was the truth, he had no idea how he had handed up there. He knew that his Father must have done something, but that was it. "There was a bright light, and then I just remember hitting the ground."
"Huh, sounds like a spell gone wrong," Harry mused.
Or gone right.
He was hearing more and more of his siblings' chattering. He couldn't believe that they had actually broken the seals. He was truly surprised his Father had let that happen. True, humans had free will, but angels were still bound to their Father's word. One word from their Father and every single angel would be back in Heaven. Why had his Father let things go on? Why had he allowed the Apocalypse to start? Why give him a body when their Father knew just what role he played in the Apocalypse?
He almost jumped out of the bed when he felt a small, warm hand touch his own. He looked at it, slightly awed by the size difference.
"Are you alright?" Lucifer wanted nothing more than to kiss that little frown away.
"I'm fine." He smiled. "I was just lost in thought. I'm afraid I have no idea what to do with my family."
Harry nodded, understanding flashing in his eyes, and pulled his hand away. Lucifer missed the warmth immediately.
"You can stay until you feel better, breakfast will be served in a little while. If you're up for it you can have it with me in the kitchen." As Harry spoke Lucifer could feel a few wards around his room altering, and the ones keeping him in the room dropped away. The ones for protection of those that lived there grew in intensity though.
A small smile stretched his lips. Harry was still as kind as ever, though he was happy to see that he wasn't as naive as before. Lucifer knew it was something he had little Teddy to thank for. For the little boy Harry had become a harder man, everything to protect the child he saw as his own son.
"Thank you, it's very kind of you."
Harry nodded, and made his way out the door. He stopped just outside the threshold and looked back at him.
"I didn't catch your name."
A grin stretched Lucifer's lips, mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Lucifer."
Harry's eyes widened just a little then a surprised chuckle left him.
"Your parents must have been really religious."
Lucifer laughed, his eyes gleaming with happiness.
"Yes, something like that."
The door closed behind Harry, though Lucifer was glad to see that the smile never left the young wizard's lips.
Harry continued smiling all the way to the kitchen. Lucifer, huh? He couldn't believe that some parents actually called their child that. Not that he had anything against the name. He actually loved the name, it was just curious.
'You won't believe what I came across. A Lucifer. Can you believe that someone actually gave their child your name? See? I knew I couldn't be the only one who liked you.'
Harry chuckled, and started preparing breakfast.
Many people would find it strange that he prayed to Lucifer, honestly most people wouldn't call what he did praying. They would probably call him a Devil worshiper, or something. He didn't care what they thought, he had stopped caring a long time ago. He just needed someone who would listen to him, someone who was there. He had faith that Lucifer listened, that he was there for him, and that was all that mattered.
Lucifer was, and would always be, his angel.
'You won't believe what I came across. A Lucifer. Can you believe that someone actually gave their child your name? See? I knew I couldn't be the only one who liked you.'
Lucifer chuckled when Harry's prayer trickled in. He felt a little bad about lying to Harry, well, technically he wasn't lying, just omitting some things. He didn't find it strange that Harry didn't think he was The Lucifer. As far as Harry was concerned the day he walked the Earth would be the day the Apocalypse started, since there were no signs of the Apocalypse Harry just assumed that his parents had peculiar taste in names.
He wasn't about to tell Harry that the Apocalypse had started, and that the only reason there were no actual signs was because he had been more worried in making his way towards Harry than actually starting said Apocalypse. Though since it had already started by him making it out of the cage, it was somewhat of a moot point.
Still, he had no interest in continuing said Apocalypse, something that was causing all sorts of confusion to his brothers. He could hear the whispers, wondering where he was, why he hadn't done anything, why they couldn't feel him. He was sure that their Father had done something that prevented his brothers from locating him. Which just proved that his Father approved of him being with Harry, or at the very least approved of him looking for Harry.
Though even if his Father hadn't approved, he would still have gone to look for Harry. He would still have wanted to be with Harry. He had already fallen, he had nothing to lose.
He got up from the bed, not wanting to lose any time with Harry, and made his way towards the bathroom. He was curious about his body, he wanted to see what he looked like. He couldn't help but stare when he gazed into the mirror. He looked like himself. Well, obviously a human version of himself, but the face looking back at him wasn't the face of a stranger. He recognized the sapphire eyes, the golden hair, the sun-kissed skin stretched over high cheekbones.
For a moment he felt overwhelming gratitude towards his Father.
He would be able to stand in front of Harry as himself. It wouldn't be a stranger's face that Harry looked at, it wouldn't be a stranger's arms that held his little wizard, it wouldn't be a stranger's lips that kissed that cherry red mouth.
A slightly hysterical chuckle escaped him.
Kiss him? He wanted to kiss Harry?
That... that was different.
Though as the thought formed in his mind, presenting to his mind's eye the tantalizing image, he couldn't help but be drawn to it. It made him ache. It made him want. It made him long. It made him feel things an angel, even a fallen one, shouldn't.
Did it matter though? He had fallen, he had gone against his Father for less. Could he go against everything else for Harry?
'Lucifer.' He closed his eyes and let the sweet voice wash over him. 'Am I doing the right thing? Letting this stranger into my home? I'm certain that the wards will keep Teddy safe, and I can't just throw him out when he's injured. Thoughthat's not the reason why I let him stay after he woke... there's just something about him that makes me feel like I can trust him. My magic trusts him. I wonder why that is.'
Yes, for Harry he would go against everything else.
"Tally," Harry called, still puttering around the kitchen.
"Master Harry sir." Tally popped up right beside him, only the fact that he was used to her popping up all over the place stopped him from jumping out of his skin. If Harry didn't know that she didn't have a malicious bone in her body he would think that she did it on purpose.
"Could you please see if my guest would like to have breakfast with us, or if he would rather stay in his room? And if he does want to come could you show him the way?"
"Of course, Master Harry sir. Tally be doing that. Tally be asking Master Harry sir's Guest if he wants to have breakfast with Masters. If Master's Guest be polite he will." The last bit was a low mutter, and Harry couldn't contain a chuckle. Tally was quite cheeky, which was why he like her so much. She reminded him of Dobby.
Getting Tally had actually been Hermione's idea, which had left both Ron and him in a state of shock. Both of them remembering SPEW quite clearly. Hermione had huffed at them, explaining that she knew that Harry wouldn't harm a house-elf, and that he would need all the help he could get with little Teddy. Harry had agreed, and so Tally came to be a new member of the family.
The little elf had been completely charmed by Teddy as soon as she saw him, and Teddy had taken a shine to her as well. Tally had actually been Teddy's second word, the first being 'addy'. Something that still brought a soft smile to Harry's lips.
The pattering of small feet brought his attention back to the present. He turned, smiling when a head of messy turquoise hair made its way inside the kitchen.
"Good morning, love." Harry grinned when sleepy emerald eyes threw him a glare. Teddy truly wasn't a morning person. "Fell asleep warped around the Invisibility Cloak again?" Harry raised an eyebrow, failing to sound as stern as he wanted.
"Feels like you, Daddy." Teddy let the cloak fall to the floor, and wrapped himself around Harry's legs. Harry picked the four year old up, a slight frown marring his features.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Teddy only looked for the Cloak to sleep in when he had nightmares. He had told Harry that if he were invisible then the nightmares couldn't find him. Harry had let him, knowing that it was a source of comfort for Teddy; however in moments like these he wished that Teddy would just seek him out instead.
As expected Teddy gave a weak nod, and Harry sighed.
"Why didn't you come to me, love?"
"I'm a big boy, I can sleep alone." Harry's lips twitched slightly at the sullen tone.
"I know that, cub, but that doesn't mean that you can't come to me when you have a nightmare. I'll always be here for you, even when you are old and wrinkly."
"Promise?" Teddy's arms around his neck tightened a little.
"Of course, cub." Harry kissed the messy turquoise hair. "I'll never leave you."
Teddy hummed in contentment, nuzzling into Harry's neck.
"Now, cub, we have a guest thins morning," Harry told him, turning back to the stove. Teddy perked right up, his hair turning bright pink.
"A guest? A Weasley?" Teddy was practically vibrating in his excitement.
"No, not a Weasley. His name is Lucifer, and he got hurt, so he's here for a little bit."
"Like the angel?" Teddy's eyes were wide, his hair flashing different colors.
"Yes, like the angel."
"So cool!" Teddy's eyes were sparkling, and Harry laughed.
"Yes, it's really cool." Harry put Teddy back on the floor, ignoring the pout that formed on the four year old's face. "Go sit at the table, breakfast will be ready in a minute." The promise of foot had Teddy scampering away, and Harry shook his head. Really, sometimes Teddy seemed like a bottomless pit. He was sure that in a few years Teddy would be able to eat Ron under the table, something that he hadn't though possible for anyone to do.
"Master Harry sir, Tally be bringing guest."
Harry turned, surprised at not having heard either of them approach. He glanced at Teddy, curious to see how he would react to a strange person since he wasn't used to dealing with people outside of the Weasley clan, and had to hide a smile at the wide-eyed stare.
"You're pretty," Teddy blurred out before Harry could say anything, and he had difficulty hiding a snicker when Lucifer's eyes widened slightly. Harry grinned at the man, who looked even taller now that he was upright, and shrugged.
Lucifer quickly gained his composure, and smiled at Teddy.
"Thank you, little one. And who would you be?"
"I'm Teddy, and I'm four." Teddy held out four fingers, a proud grin on his lips.
"Four? Oh, wow. That's a lot." Lucifer grinned, crouching in front of Teddy's chair. Harry caught Tally's eyes and nodded, thanking her and assuring her that he would be able to take care of everything. She popped away, though not before throwing a pleased look at the blond who seemed to be in a deep conversation about the merits of pancakes versus waffles with Teddy.
"Daddy makes the bestest pancakes ever," Teddy informed their guest, his hair now a matching gold.
"Is that so? Do you think I could try one?" Lucifer was still crouching in front of Teddy, seemingly perfectly happy to listen to a four year old's babbling.
Teddy hesitate for a moment, eyes darting to the pancakes Harry was piling on a plate.
"I guess so..." Teddy's reluctance was obvious. He glanced at the pile of pancakes again, and sighed dejectedly. "Daddy's pancakes are really the bestest ever since forever. It would be blafimy not to try it." It was delivered in the most serious tone a four year old could muster, and it was enough to break Harry's control.
Lucifer looked up when Harry's laughter filled the kitchen; transfixed by the sight of flushed cheeks, and bright eyes. It was the most wondrous thing he had seen since his creation. It was something he could look at for all eternity and never tire of it.
A moment later Harry's laughter had been reduced to chuckles, a fond smile was stretching his lips – drawing Lucifer's attention to them like a moth to a flame.
"I think you meant to say that it's 'blasphemy', and 'the best'. And I think the angels would find it a sacrilege hearing you saying that not tasting my pancakes is a blasphemy." Harry put the plate of pancakes on the table, motioning for Lucifer to take a seat, and started preparing a small plate for Teddy.
"Angels are stupid." Teddy crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked away, a pout forming on his lips.
"Teddy!" Harry glared at the pouting child.
"They are! They were mean to their brother. We shouldn't be mean to family."
Harry's eyes softened, and he caressed the golden strands.
"Yes, we shouldn't be mean to family, but families do fight. Didn't you have a fight with Victoire last week?" Teddy gave a sullen nod. "But you still love her, don't you?" Another nod, slower this time. "See? That's how families work. They may fight, but they love each other."
"I'm sorry I called the angels stupid," Teddy grumbled, clearly not too pleased with Harry's logic.
Harry chuckled, and set the plate in front of Teddy.
"It's fine, love. Eat your breakfast."
Teddy grinned and started eating, ignoring everything else around him.
Lucifer was watching the interaction with a small smile. He knew about their close relationship, Harry had talked about it often enough, but to actually see it was a different experience.
He had thought that he would merely tolerate Teddy for the sake of Harry, but he was truly quite fond of the little boy. He may have been born to other humans, but he was definitely Harry's son.
"Sorry about that." He looked at Harry who had a sheepish smile on his lips. "I tell him stories about the angels when he has trouble sleeping, leaving out the more violent parts, and he took a shine to Lucifer. It surprised me a little, though it really shouldn't – even at such a young age family is really important to him."
"Don't worry about it." He smiled at Harry, elated that he could smile at him. "I wanted to thank you again for helping me." In more ways than one.
"It's nothing." Harry blushed. Lucifer observed every change in nuance with rapt attention.
"It is not nothing. From what I know of humans most wouldn't have bothered. So, please, accept my gratitude. It may not be much, but it is sincere and the only thing I can offer."
Lucifer wasn't lying. There truly was nothing else he could give Harry. The only thing he could give Harry was himself, and that was something Harry already owned – even if he didn't know it.
Everything Lucifer was belonged to Harry.
If Harry told him that he wanted to see the world burn Lucifer would gladly ignite the fire. If Harry wanted to own Heaven, he would storm the Gates of Paradise with a smile on his lips. He knew Harry wanted none of it though, so the only thing he could offer Harry was his gratitude, and hope that one day he would be able to repay even a fraction of everything Harry had done for him.
"You don't seem to have a lot of faith in humanity." There was no judgment in Harry's tone, and when he locked eyes with the young wizard he only saw understanding in those beautiful eyes. Truly, Lucifer didn't think he had ever seen anything that was as beautiful as that shade of green; the only thing that could even come close were the leafs on Heaven's trees, and even those seemed lacking in comparison.
"I, unfortunately, don't have much reason to have any kind of faith in humanity." It was the truth, even now he longed to be rid of their nauseating presence. "However I have faith in individuals." Not many, a really small number in fact. All of them tied to his Harry in one form or another.
"Mister Lucifer?"
He looked at the child, his lips twitching when he saw the strawberry jam smeared all over Teddy's face. Just how had he managed to get jam on his forehead?
"Yes, Teddy?"
"What's a indvidal?"
"Individual," Harry corrected, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Individual." Teddy nodded seriously. "Yes, Mister Lucifer, what is it?"
"An individual is a person. You are an individual, just like your daddy is one as well."
Teddy frowned, looking quite adorable, though Lucifer would deny ever using such a word.
"But isn't humanity people?"
"Yes," Harry replied, a proud glint in his eyes. "Humanity is the human race. Every single person, every individual on Earth makes up humanity. Though since there are bad people too, humanity is far from perfect. So we have faith in individuals, in single people, good people."
Teddy chewed on his pancake, mulling it over, before he nodded slowly.
"Like I have faith in you, Daddy, 'cause you're the bestest person ever."
Lucifer's bright laughter filled the kitchen. He was becoming fonder of Teddy by the second. He smiled at the child.
"Exactly." His smile turned into a mischievous grin when he noticed Harry's blush.
This was so much better than just hearing Harry's prayers. He could see Harry, interact with him. It was... it was more than anything he had ever dreamed of. He would gladly give up his wings if it meant he could spend a human life with Harry. A century with Harry was worth so much more than an eternity without him.
He could only hope that Harry agreed, and if he didn't he would stay in the shadows. He would watch over Harry until his time on Earth came to an end, and then, if his access to heaven was still barred, he would ask of his Father to end his existence.
When he was still in his Cage he had believed that existence would have been unbearable without Harry. He had almost lost his mind when he thought that Harry had died. He was sure that he would raze the world if he actually lost Harry. Even if he knew that Harry would be happy in heaven. Not being able to see him for the rest of his existence wasn't something he was willing to live with.
Was this what the humans called an unhealthy relationship? Or was it co-dependent?
Humans were so strange with their need to label everything.
It was half the reason they had so many wars.
The other half being that they were a naturally destructive race.
"You think Daddy is the bestest too?"
"Yes, I think your daddy is the best too." Lucifer winked at Harry, and delighted when the blush on Harry's cheeks grew a little darker.
At the very least Harry found him attractive, now he just needed for Harry to trust him as much as he trusted Lucifer.
Harry cleared his throat, and looked away from those intense blue eyes. He had never seen eyes quite so piercing. It seemed as if all the secrets of the universe were hidden in their depths.
"Eat your breakfast, Teddy." His son smiled at him, and went back to his pancakes. "What will you be doing now?" he asked the man sitting across from him, needing to fill the silence with something. Not that it felt uncomfortable. It didn't. Quite the contrary in fact. He felt so at easy with Lucifer that it was raising all kinds of alarm bells. Why did Lucifer feel so familiar to him?
"I don't really know." Lucifer shrugged, and Harry had to envy the way he made the move seem graceful. "I can't go back home, it's locked to me. I suppose I'll just find a place to stay until my family and I resolve our conflict."
"You don't sound all that certain that it'll be solved." Not that his tone had given anything away. Harry could just tell. It was in the small drop of his shoulders, the darkening of his eyes, the slight thinning of his lips. But mostly it was in the magic that was around Lucifer. It felt sad. Anguished, really. Though it still had an unshakable resolve. Even if it was tearing him apart, he had made his decision and wouldn't be swayed from it.
It fascinated Harry how he could feel all of that from the man's magic. Hermione had always said that he was more in-tune with magic, but he had always chalked it up to him knowing his friends so well. He didn't have that same excuse when it came to Lucifer.
There was no reasonable explanation he could give for him to be so familiar with a man that he had just met. He shouldn't be able to feel like he had know the man all his life. He shouldn't be able to read him as easily as he did.
So Harry blamed his curiosity, his recklessness, his hero-complex, his longing to be around that magic that was so familiar but shouldn't be, for what he did next.
"You can stay here, if you wish."
Lucifer was being dragged around by a four year old.
If anyone had seen it is reputation would have been utterly destroyed.
Still, once those seven little words had slipped from Harry's mouth, he had been in too much shock to react to anything at all, much less a hyperactive four year old who seem to regard him as his newest playmate.
Teddy had jumped around in his excitement, pancakes forgotten, and had proceeded to drag him around the house to show him everything there was to see. The child had been so excited that he hadn't even noticed that he hadn't replied.
Not that he would say no, of course. Who in their right mind would? It was the perfect place to be if he wanted to keep an eye on Harry. From what he remembered from Harry's school days he could find trouble sitting in a locked, windowless room that had nothing inside it. With the Apocalypse trying to make a mess of things he wasn't about to risk it.
The last thing he needed was for Harry to get mixed up with his brothers.
So that lead to him following the little wizard around, hearing him prattling about anything that came to mind. Though Teddy's favorite topic seemed to be Harry.
It was clear as day that Harry was the little boy's hero. In his eyes Harry could do no wrong and could solve any problem that arose. It was truly far too cute for words how the child had always one of his features mimicking Harry.
They made their way back to the living room, the first place Teddy had shown him, and found Harry sitting on a sofa reading a book. He looked so relaxed, so peaceful. Lucifer could spend hours just looking at him.
Then, with a fierce war cry, Teddy launched himself at Harry – only to be caught mid leap by the green-eyed wizard and tickled mercilessly.
Their laughter filled the room, Teddy's pleas being ignored by his heartless tormentor.
"Lucifer! Help!" Teddy shriek, tears of laughter running down his cheeks.
Two pairs of identical emerald eyes looked at him.
He grinned, sweeping in to rescue the poor victim, and both united forces against the merciless tickle monster.
As renewed laughter filled the room Lucifer felt completely at peace for the first time since he had rebelled against his Father.
A.N.: Hi all :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I sure had a lot of fun writing it. I truly can't wait to get my hands on some fluffy Teddy/Harry/Lucifer scenes :D
Next chapter the Winchesters and Castiel will make an appearance. Everyone is kinda nervous about what Lucifer might or might not be doing, while Lucifer is just relaxing, and playing with Teddy. If the angels only knew XD Their reactions would be hilarious I'm sure.
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