SStriker escapes into the human world and stalks Harry at Hogwarts.

"Goddamnit you pompous pussy ass son of a whore shut your fuckin mouth!" The disheveled imp shouted at the complaining human mortal.

Click click.

The manacles around Strikers wrist dropped and the cell door unlocked by itself before slowly swinging open.

Suspicious Striker looked around.

"Aren't you going to free me monster?"

"Fuck you."

"Harry Potter must come Ho-"

The little green imp like creature never finished its sentence as Striker stomped it to death.

"I don't know who Harry Potter is I got only one thing on my mind."

Using his tactical skills Striker made his way to that fancy blue bloods office looking for anything useful. He grabbed a wiki led looking axe from a glass case in a room off to the right and found what he was looking for. The book. Using his own Hellborn magical ability he opened a portal to the last place the book sent someone.

"Looks like a fuckin' school." Striker said before smirking and hopping through the portal. He gave his signature chuckle as he walked into the dark corridor.

It was a drizzly Tuesday. Harry, Draco And Hermione where studying in the library.

Rattle rattle rattle rattle...

Harry jerked up and looked toward where he heard the familiar noise.

"What's up?" Draco asked.

"I thought I heard something." Harry said before returning to the books with a suspicious look to the corner.

Striker chuckled darkly in the library as he lurked in a secluded portion to hide until dark. Slipping out and Wandering the hallways after hours to get a good layout of the place.

A week later Harry was returning to Transfiguration from a quick bathroom break having drunk a wee too much coffee at breakfast when he heard them and stopped.

Thump thump thump...

Harry spread up his steps and the entity sped up. Harry reaches the Transfiguration classroom after breaking into a run upon hearing a dark chuckle accompanying the footsteps. He slammed the door shut making everyone stare as he gathered his breath and slid to the floor.

"Goetia whatever is the matter?" Mcgonagall asked.

"Professor do you know if any of the castle ghosts can become invisible and make footstep noises?" Harry asked.

"I know several can become invisible but I know none who can make footsteps. I shall bring this up with the Headmaster Mr. Goetia. Come on calm down now." Minerva brought him a cup of strong tea and a chocolate biscuit.

Harry shuddered and gathered himself. "I will say this you Scott's make the best damned tea I've had outside the palace."

"Well thank you for the compliments on my tea making abilities Mr. Goetia please get back to transfiguring your Broaches."

"Yes Professor, Thank you." Harry said as she helped him up.

Striker laughed as he walked by the classroom door the brat had run through.

At breakfast a few days later an unfamiliar owl dropped off a card in Harry's omelette.

Harry picked up the card and turned it over and it read;

Your truly pathetic

"Harry? Harry?!"

"Huh?" Harry came too in the History Of Magic classroom.

"It's time for Potions. You all right mate?" Draco asked.

"Uh...yeah I'm fine." Harry lies to the platinum blonde. "How the fuck did I get here?" He asked himself in a scared tone.

"Dad I'm blacking out."

"Are you drinking?"

"Not that kind of blackout. Earlier this week I got this card." He handed Blitzo the card. "Then I woke up at the end of History Of Magic. I have two periods before History Of Magic on Tuesday's. Where did my time go?"

"Are you experiencing any other issues?" Blitzo asked curiously.

"I've been a bit irritable lately but I've been trying to control it with what my therapist has been teaching me." Harry said. "I've been having like hyper realistic nightmares about..."

"What Striker almost did?" The imp finished.

Harry looked down. "You think I'm weak."

"No I think your human." Blitzo said. "Have your old your therapist?"

"...no."

"Bad!" Blitzo sprayed Harry with water. "Bad Harry! This is something your therapist needs to know about. I'll call an emergency session and arrange a visit this weekend."

Harry hugs Blitzo on the sofa and Blitzo starts petting his sons head in comfort. "There there, Daddy will take care of this. Just be honest with your therapist alright?"

"Okay." Harry said quietlyas he and Blitzo just layed back together and eventually fell asleep on the couch.

Rattle Rattle Rattle Rattle.

Harry jerked around at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

"What's up?" Draco asked.

"I thought I heard something" the boy said weirdly and in paranoia. He checked down the table and thought he saw a familiar Imps tail..

Harry ran down the table and grabbed what turned out to be a random First Year with a grey scarf instead of the usual Green.

"I'm sorry." The boy said. "Please don't hurt me!"

"Potter! Put him down. Slowly." Marcus Flint the Slytherin Prefect ordered calmly.

"I'm so sorry." Harry apologized. "I thought it was...I don't understand..."

"I'll take it from here." Blitzo put a hand on Marcus' shoulder.

As Blitzo lead the shaking boy away the random First Year smirked and his eyes became yellow with red rings. He chuckled darkly.

"I don't understand it I've never felt like this before I feel...I feel..."

"Powerless?" An older male imp suggested as he wrote in his notebook. "Yes, mental illness can make us feel powerless at times. The key is overcoming that feeling of powerlessness."

"How do I do that?"

"Take your medication." The psychologist said. He had prescribed Harry a mood elevator when he learned about his anger issues. Particularly with the mortal boy Ron Weasley. "I'm going to prescribe a strong anti anxiety medication." He wrote on a prescription pad. "Give this to your Papa And He'll take care of the rest.

"Okay." Harry said calmly as he took the pad.

"I'll see you next week." Dr. Janus said as Harry presses 3 times on his Hellphone and a portal appeared to Stolas' office. Said owl prince waved as he took Harry into his arms and closed the portal.

"I worry about that boy." Janus said. He shook his head. "Fuck him he's just a bratty prince." A distorted voice came from Janus' mouth with an angry face and he shook his head. "No. This is our job. We help people with problems like ours."

"Fuck people." The voice said.

"For once, I agree."

"Well?" Stolas asked.

"He gave me a prescription for Xanax." Harry said giving the paper to the owl.

"That would make sense your symptoms sound like an extensive anxiety disorder. Very well I'll take this down to the pharmacy and you'll be taking your new medication by tomorrow morning."

While Harry was away Hermione and Draco never traveled anywhere alone having been targeted being Harry's friends before. Soon Draco heard a strange noise.

Rattle Rattle Rattle

"Bloody Hell is that?" Draco jerked his head toward a dark corner. Flashing his wand he shouted "Bombarda!"

"Fuckin A kid!" A y'all gray imp shouted after he dodged the Blasting Curse that crumbled a corner.

"Diffindo!" Hermione shouted and the nimble imp leaped out of the way of the cutting curse.

Fuck I didn't expect this. Striker thought as he dodged curse after curse. "All right you two brats gotta be taken care of fer the time bein."

More curses flew his way as a didged and deflected with the axe he stole.

"Well it's been fun kiddies. Striker leapt forward and grabbed Draco and Hermiones heads before conking them together and knocking the two humans out. "Good fight though. For whelps. He dragged them to a janitorial closet before depositing them and magicking the door closed so they couldn't interfere with his Master Plan.

Harry has been back at Hogwarts for 24 hours and has yet to see Draco or Hermione and he didn't like it one bit.

Pwoo

A bullet grazed Harry's shoulder and e cried out making. Blitzo jump up on alert.

"Harry!" He shouted pointing above and Harry looked up to see Striker grinning down at him swinging from a chandelier y his legs holding a rifle.

PWOO

Harry ducked under the table . Blitzo opened his jacket and tossed Harry a Glock 19 and an extra Magazine. The students also ducked behind and under the tables upon noticing the imp.

"Impera-" Severus started before PWOO a bullet by his ear told him to shut up.

Striker chuckled as he stood on the swinging chandelier and held the heavy axe in his hand.

"What's goin on?!" Marcus Flint demanded.

"Striker. Bloke tried to kill me over the summer. Still pissed about being a prisoner of the Ars Goetia I bet." Harry said before pulling the chamber back making sure it was in working order. "Cast protection spells over the Firsties."

"Got it."

Harry came up and started firing his Glock at the imp who danced among the many chandeliers swinging his axe to block the bullets an deflect them to other targets. A couple grazing other students.

"Harry this is getting nowhere! Lure him out!" Blitzo ordered as he cocked a shotgun pulled from his coat.

Striker took the bait. He leapt from the ceiling and slammed the axe into the Hufflepuff table crushing goblets plates, food and silverware. He dashed before leaping toward the Slytherin Table And students ducked out of his way as he ran toward the retreating 12 year old who trailed his gun back toward him and let out five shots. Striker swung and Harry jumped, flipping backwards and kicking the imp in the nose.

Striker groaned in pain as he flew back across the Slytherin table shoving food and drink aside as he slid. The imp got back up and ran for the boy again. Hellbent on destroying him.

Harry somersaulted as Striker swung he battle axe down on a wooden table behind the boy. Harry jumped out of the way as did students.

Harry brought out his pistol and let loose three shots that striker deflected with his axe.

I need to get the axe away from him! Harry thought as he saw his dad bring about a shotgun and run towards the fray.

Bang Bang! Slash slash slash which whish! Harry Blitzo And Striker exchanged blows and destroyed Great Hall Tables. Blitzo ended up with a gash in his shoulder. Harry shot his glock 19 at the imp repeatedly grazing him on several places and digging into his arm.

Striker kicked the gun away from him hard and tackled Harry to the ground. After wrestling the boy into submission Striker glowered at him.

"I'll just keep coming." Striker threatened. I won't stop until I've killed you brat. Proved once and for all that you are NOTHING."

"I've had enough of YOU!" Harry growled before headbutting the older imp in the forehead.

"Ahh!" Striker shouted in pain as his now broken nose bled freely.

An ethereal Imp tail formed behind Harry and he sent it out to wrap up the imp before slamming him into the stone floor. Teeth and blood flying.

"Fuck YOU!" Harry kept shouting and crying as he slammed Striker over and over. "Fuck you for stalking me in my own Goddamned school! Fuck YOU for attacking me in Wrath! Fuck YOU for trying to kill my Papa! Fuck you fir getting in my head! Fuck you for ever making me think you where COOL! FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL POWERLESS!!!"

"No. Let him have this." Blitzo put a hand on Severus' arm.

The magical energy imp tail then threw Striker against the wall HARD.

Striker let out a cry of pain and dropped his axe. Harry picked it up and tackled Striker to the ground. Standing on his chest with a foot. Holding the axe to Strikers throat.

"I can't believe I use to think you where cool and someone to idolize." Harry spat in Strikers face before holding they axe high and

SLICE!!!!

Students screamed as Strikers head soared through the air and blood spurred from his neck before falling back dead.

"Dear God." Minerva said as she watched the boy whose diapers she had changed huff after the heat of battle and kick his enemies corpse several times.

"Hargh!" Harry kicked Strikers corpse one last time before dropping the blood soaked axe. "I'm finished!" Harry shouted before falling back exhausted.

"Merlin's balls." Fred Weasley said in awe.

"Impressive for sure." Marcus Flint said in amazement. He was amazed by the brutality Harry displayed.

Harry was magicked into the air by Professor Dumbledore and Blitzo limped with him aided by Severus.

"Well, what should we do with the body?" Professor Sprout asked. Watching Strikers head drip blood it had landed on a statues hand.

"Leave it." Blitzo said before they left the Hall. "I'll send it back to Hell." He saw the disturbed looks on the student bodies faces. "Yeah you think this is bad? Imagine an 8 year old with this kind of magical capability having a tantrum and you'll know what it was like to raise that kid thank Lucifer I had Stolas."

"Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger have been found unharmed. A bit dehydrated and hungry but unharmed.

"Makes sense. Striker wasn't trying to make waves, just get to me." Harry said in his hospital bed as he sipped a cup of strong tea with shaking hands. "If he started killing students he would have blown his cover."

"Several teachers have raised concerns about the brutality you displayed in killing Mr. Striker."

"Well what was he supposed to do roll over paws up like a good bitch and let the bastard kill him?" Blitzo demanded in the next bed with his arm in a sling and an iced mocha in the other. "I'm proud of my son he defended himself in battle and killed the bastard attacking him. Another notch on the old' killing belt!"'he winked at Harry who giggled in spite of himself.

"There will be no punishments and I will handle the Board of Directors." Albus assures Blitzo who spoke to him about worries of retaliation from the Board. "Rest and get well. The whole school is buzzing from witnessing your most recent fight." The Headmaster smiles at the two before he left.

After the Headmaster left, Prefects from all the Houses brought in baskets of treats pitched in from their entire House.

"Tokens from your admirers and thank you's from grateful students." Marcus explained. "You've got some new fans Professor." He said to Blitzo.

"Nice!" Blitzo pulled out his Hellphone and took a selfie with him Harry and their baskets. Uploading it to Voxtagram.

My Boy just killed that Bitch Striker in front of his entire school. The baskets are from admirers and well wishers.

Nice!

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To Be Continued...

I was inspired to write from the 2022 Helluva Boss trailer heck yeah! Season 2! I based Dr Janus off the South Park Dr Janus only this Dr Janus is aware of his condition and helps others with mental illness. Back to CoS plot.

I haven't been writing much lately because I've been recovering from major surgery on my back. So yeah that was a whole fucking thing. But I'm inspired to write again and I wanna finish CoS because there's a major life change in store for Harry this year.