Demon Child
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Harry Potter. I just own the Demon Child.
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Dreams
Chapter 4 Trust
Endless graveyard.
Misty fog.
"It has to be a dream, I'm not alone, Sirius didn't die."
Tears began to flow down his cheeks.
"No it didn't happen, I won't believe that. I'm not alone, Sirius didn't die." More tears emerged.
Suddenly as if someone had heard Harry's cries, the misty fog around him stopped and he entered a black, cold world.
Harry could see nothing. But out of the corners of his eyes, he saw movement and ghostly lights approaching him.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Harry yelled towards the faint lights, he was angry, frustrated, but he felt powerless in this dark world.
"Harry dear." A female voice called out to him.
"Who are you? I've had enough of games and tricks!" Harry's anger grew to boiling point.
"My dear son, there's no need to be angry. That could blind you from what is real." A male voice said.
"Anger is power. I don't care for anything else. They all left me." Harry shouted trying to forget when his friends turned on him saying get over Sirius' death. 'How would they know?'
"Who cares for power when you can't even try to keep yourself from blaming that every death was your own fault?" A familiar voice said.
"Sirius. Is . is that you?" Harry looked at the direction of the voice. He could barely see him, but Harry just knew that the one that had just spoken was his godfather.
When the movement of the faint ghosts stopped before him, he was shocked. There was his mum, dad, and Sirius, his godfather.
"Is that really you?" Harry asked again.
"It is us, my dear child Harry." His mother Lily replied, smiling faintly at him.
"My child, the veil between the two worlds will soon close, but I want you to remember this. No matter what happens, keep your cool. Don't let any silly thing get at you." His father, James said warningly.
"I know it's hard, but try at least to remain calm Harry. We maybe faraway physically, but we will always be in your heart of you ever need us." Sirius reassured him with a smile.
"Why .why did you have to go?" Harry cried.
"Be strong my child. Nothing can harm you more than to blame yourself for something you have not done. This is your life, look after it well." Lily gave him a brief hug.
The feel of being in his mother's arms made him shiver, her ghostly body seems cold and wet, but he didn't mind.
When Lily released him, all he heard was a sigh. He looked up his parents and Sirius were disappearing again.
He tried to run after them, screaming for them. But it didn't work, they were gone, again leaving him all alone.
"Why me?! All I ever wanted was people that I can truly be safe with. Why are all the people that I've put trust into disappear and leave me? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
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Harry woke up suddenly at exactly midnight on his 16th birthday. He could feel the presence of some dark and powerful force entering the world. Its power swept over the entire world leaving nothing but nightmares at its wake. He felt cold sweat running down his back but at the same time a feeling of . joy. 'Why would I think that? It's evil, only Voldemort would be happy at such a thing!'
~~~~~~~~~~~ Dumbledore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He partly flew off his bed at the presence of the new dark force. It tore past him like a hurricane stopping for nothing.
'What could that be? I've never felt such force before. I must find out what it is.' He got up, dress quickly and left in search for this new, unknown power.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Voldemort ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He had stayed up for most of the night, plotting his revenge on the Potter boy and Dumbledore.
It was then at exactly midnight he felt something, a very powerful something, flew past him. He narrowed his eyes. 'That might just be what I'm looking for. A new source of power.'
He laughed at his discovery. 'Dumbledore won't know what hit him when I use that power against him. There's nothing worse than death.'
"Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~The Yamis ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Their heads snapped towards the direction of where the force came from. It had given them quite a shock. 'There's more from where that came from, I'm sure of it.'
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Blink.
Opening his eyes toward the dark night with so much light below, it burned at his eyes. It has been a long time since he last saw lights of the sort. They almost look alien to him.
'What am I thinking? This is the world where I was born. Why can't I fit in again?'
He looked again, sighing.
"Because they don't want me. They betrayed me, made me do their dirty work. I will have my revenge." He said bitterly.
~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was his tenth birthday soon, very soon. He was looking forward to this birthday. His aunt or so-called "aunt" at the time had promised him that he would have a surprise birthday party at exactly midnight on his birthday.
There were just a few minutes to go, he was waiting patiently in his room. He felt a bit tired, but thought he might as well just hold on for those few minutes to go by.
His aunt didn't cook dinner that night also, because of the party she said, she just gave him a few biscuits then told him to wait in his room until midnight before coming out.
"It has to be a surprise," she said.
And so he waited. When midnight finally came, he opened his door expecting to hear or see something, but none came, it was all dark.
He stepped into the darkness (a move that he will later regret) then suddenly he was transported to a world of misty fog where the monsters (at the time he didn't know that those were Duel Monsters) were attacking him with everything that they've got.
But fortunately for him, he did know how to fight well and dodged all the attacks.
"Why are you attacking me?" he asked, shocked with what the monsters are trying to do.
None of them replied but the attacks were getting increasing more and powerful that he someone who is hungry, cold and tired could no longer dodge so well and was forced to use his last source of defence, his very own magic.
So, when he was finally caught in the middle of all the attacks, he closed his eyes and thought with all his might of mirrors to reflect the deadly attacks.
Time seem to freeze for a moment when the attacks were a metre away from him.
SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All the attacks collided with his mind-forced mirror and sent straight back to its owner, destroying them.
He gasped for breath, he felt weak, but somehow he just knew that the assault was not over yet. Then he fainted.
He woke up to more darkness around him.
"Where . where am I?" his voice was dry and cracked.
"Welcome back Demon Child. We have waited for you, for a long time." One of the cloaked people said.
He looked around, there were cloaked people all around him, and they were all in the darkness. "What do you mean you've been waiting for me?" he said surprised.
"We had you in our grasp nine years ago, but we let you live in the human world until your power has awaken before taking you here. Your real home." His so-called aunt came fore. "Now you shall know what real terror really is. I hope you enjoy your time here, you have no mind of your own anymore, you belong to us now. So do what we tell you to do!"
SNAP!!! Whips and burning fires were poured onto him. It burned every bit of him from head to toe. He screamed, cried, tried to defend himself, but he was weak and helpless, nothing that he did could stop this assault.
In his subconscious mind, all he felt was pain, anger. It made him lose his sanity, seek for revenge, more power and made him bloodthirsty both physically and mentally.
He remembered that after the assault was over he slept for a week or so. When he woke up he had changed his physical appearance too, the new features made him look even more inhuman.
Vampire fangs
Demons' wings
Claws
It scared him to see himself look like a demon, it was a good thing that the new features were contractible. But nothing could make him forget that he was now part demon.
So ever since he woke from the assault, those abusive hosts of his had treated him like a slave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'The only good thing they've ever given to me was the position of "The Lord of the Dead". It may not be the most interesting job in the universe, but at least it's useful. I get to have my own army of dead people.' He smirked at the thought.
"Now I wonder where on earth I am. Maybe a little scroll will help."
'Daniel Niais. What? Oh of course, my pitiful, pathetic name that they gave me. I think I need a more suitable name now. Niais means innocent, well I'm not. How about Dermot Cadaverique? Cadaverique means deathlike, I like that, maybe shorten it to Cadaver. Dermot Cadaver. Dermot Cadaver. Yep that's good.'
Dermot walked for ten minutes before he found himself in the middle of a silent, calm side of a large city, London.
He looked on a street sign "Grimmauld Place". 'Odd, I feel some sort of magic spells active and present close by.'
He walked around looking at the houses there. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, . , Thirteen, Fourteen, .
'Hey hold on where's Twelve?'
He looked hard at where Twelve should be. Slowly bits of the outline of the house covered with tons of protective and concealing spells appeared to his inner eye.
~~~~~~~~~~ Dumbledore's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My senses have brought me to where the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix now stands. I looked around to see where it maybe and was bemused to find it within a boy.
He was staring right at the Headquarters through the narrow slits of his eyes.
'What if he could see the Headquarters?' I thought nervously.
~~~~~~~~~~~ General POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You look awfully interested in a patch of open ground." Dumbledore said calmly.
Dermot snapped his head away from the house to look directly at Dumbledore. He smirked "oh really old man. My concern is none of your business."
"It is kind of late to see much around here." Dumbledore said, trying to see into the youth's mind.
"Now, now old man. You're not playing by the rules here. And as I was saying before don't even try to pretend you know nothing about that!" Dermot said, pointing at the spell-covered house he had barely just seen.
"What about that?" Dumbledore said withdrawing his probe without finding anything.
'That boy's mind is very strong. His barriers seem like misty, dense fog.'
"Never mind I'm off." Dermot started to walk away.
"No, please stay. I'll offer you somewhere to stay and work to help you." Dumbledore offered.
"I don't need you to look after me, I'm perfectly capable of that myself." Dermot snapped at him.
"But I'll still offer it to you anyway." Dumbledore said. 'Something tells me the boy needs looking after.'
Dermot was shocked but hid it away, "How can you trust me? How can I trust you? You don't even know me."
"Should I take that as a yes or no?"
"Fine yes then." Dermot processed the offer carefully; no one had ever offered something like that to him before.
"Here read this." Dumbledore took out a piece of paper passing it carefully to Dermot. Dermot looked at it, it read "The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."
He looked up to see the house number twelve completely visible to him, he looked down at the note then it caught on fire crumbling to ashes blown away by the wind.
"Enter your new home." Dumbledore said waiting patiently. 'The note caught on fire, the boy didn't even use a wand. Odd.'
Dermot nodded slightly walking up to the house and entered it with Dumbledore behind him.
They had a proper introduction in the kitchen of the Headquarters. Dermot remained silent unless asked a question, he was silently exploring all the things he had not seen before and wondering what Butterbeer is as he slowly drank it down.
Dumbledore noticed Dermot was obviously interested in every bit of thing around him, as if he never seen them before.
Just then Kreacher the house-elf entered the kitchen silently not wanting to be seen but stopped moving when he saw Dermot. He was open-eyed with shock then bowed his head until it touched the floor "Old Kreacher didn't know of your arrival Ancient One."
Dumbledore thought 'Did Kreacher just bow like that to Dermot? And called him the Ancient One whatever that means.'
Dermot looked at Kreacher 'Damn, damn, I forgot that these mystical creatures actually remember such things.' "Err. Can you not do that? It's sort of freaky."
"Why did Kreacher call you 'Ancient One' Dermot?" Dumbledore asked with full of curiosity.
"I don't know." Dermot lied. "Maybe we can talk more tomorrow, I'm sort of tired."
Dumbledore knew he was avoiding the subject but nodded his head "I'm sure you are. There are rooms upstairs, feel free to use one of them for your bedroom."
"Err. Thanks." Dermot walked off feeling slightly better.
Kreacher soon caught up with Dermot "Is there anything I can get you young dark master?"
"How about somewhere to sleep? Preferably somewhere high up." Dermot replied.
"The highest level of the house is the Attic, but I guess you don't."
"That's what I want. The Attic all to myself." Dermot smiled.
"I'll go clean it up." Kreacher ran off to prepare the Attic.
'I've never been happier. Someone to do my chores.' Dermot smirked. 'But then again, I better not tell anyone, anything to do with the Demon Child. This is like a dream and I want it to last.'
Dermot reached the Attic, it was reasonably clean and tidy. "Thanks Kreacher. Night." Kreacher left and Dermot fall into his first good night of sleep in years.
AN: I can't believe it, I wrote a longer chapter after all those crappy short ones (does a little dance). I made Dumbledore nervous of my Demon Child, now with the name Dermot Cadaver. What do you guys think of that dreadful past I gave him? R&R please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Harry Potter. I just own the Demon Child.
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Dreams
Chapter 4 Trust
Endless graveyard.
Misty fog.
"It has to be a dream, I'm not alone, Sirius didn't die."
Tears began to flow down his cheeks.
"No it didn't happen, I won't believe that. I'm not alone, Sirius didn't die." More tears emerged.
Suddenly as if someone had heard Harry's cries, the misty fog around him stopped and he entered a black, cold world.
Harry could see nothing. But out of the corners of his eyes, he saw movement and ghostly lights approaching him.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Harry yelled towards the faint lights, he was angry, frustrated, but he felt powerless in this dark world.
"Harry dear." A female voice called out to him.
"Who are you? I've had enough of games and tricks!" Harry's anger grew to boiling point.
"My dear son, there's no need to be angry. That could blind you from what is real." A male voice said.
"Anger is power. I don't care for anything else. They all left me." Harry shouted trying to forget when his friends turned on him saying get over Sirius' death. 'How would they know?'
"Who cares for power when you can't even try to keep yourself from blaming that every death was your own fault?" A familiar voice said.
"Sirius. Is . is that you?" Harry looked at the direction of the voice. He could barely see him, but Harry just knew that the one that had just spoken was his godfather.
When the movement of the faint ghosts stopped before him, he was shocked. There was his mum, dad, and Sirius, his godfather.
"Is that really you?" Harry asked again.
"It is us, my dear child Harry." His mother Lily replied, smiling faintly at him.
"My child, the veil between the two worlds will soon close, but I want you to remember this. No matter what happens, keep your cool. Don't let any silly thing get at you." His father, James said warningly.
"I know it's hard, but try at least to remain calm Harry. We maybe faraway physically, but we will always be in your heart of you ever need us." Sirius reassured him with a smile.
"Why .why did you have to go?" Harry cried.
"Be strong my child. Nothing can harm you more than to blame yourself for something you have not done. This is your life, look after it well." Lily gave him a brief hug.
The feel of being in his mother's arms made him shiver, her ghostly body seems cold and wet, but he didn't mind.
When Lily released him, all he heard was a sigh. He looked up his parents and Sirius were disappearing again.
He tried to run after them, screaming for them. But it didn't work, they were gone, again leaving him all alone.
"Why me?! All I ever wanted was people that I can truly be safe with. Why are all the people that I've put trust into disappear and leave me? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry woke up suddenly at exactly midnight on his 16th birthday. He could feel the presence of some dark and powerful force entering the world. Its power swept over the entire world leaving nothing but nightmares at its wake. He felt cold sweat running down his back but at the same time a feeling of . joy. 'Why would I think that? It's evil, only Voldemort would be happy at such a thing!'
~~~~~~~~~~~ Dumbledore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He partly flew off his bed at the presence of the new dark force. It tore past him like a hurricane stopping for nothing.
'What could that be? I've never felt such force before. I must find out what it is.' He got up, dress quickly and left in search for this new, unknown power.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Voldemort ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He had stayed up for most of the night, plotting his revenge on the Potter boy and Dumbledore.
It was then at exactly midnight he felt something, a very powerful something, flew past him. He narrowed his eyes. 'That might just be what I'm looking for. A new source of power.'
He laughed at his discovery. 'Dumbledore won't know what hit him when I use that power against him. There's nothing worse than death.'
"Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~The Yamis ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Their heads snapped towards the direction of where the force came from. It had given them quite a shock. 'There's more from where that came from, I'm sure of it.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blink.
Opening his eyes toward the dark night with so much light below, it burned at his eyes. It has been a long time since he last saw lights of the sort. They almost look alien to him.
'What am I thinking? This is the world where I was born. Why can't I fit in again?'
He looked again, sighing.
"Because they don't want me. They betrayed me, made me do their dirty work. I will have my revenge." He said bitterly.
~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was his tenth birthday soon, very soon. He was looking forward to this birthday. His aunt or so-called "aunt" at the time had promised him that he would have a surprise birthday party at exactly midnight on his birthday.
There were just a few minutes to go, he was waiting patiently in his room. He felt a bit tired, but thought he might as well just hold on for those few minutes to go by.
His aunt didn't cook dinner that night also, because of the party she said, she just gave him a few biscuits then told him to wait in his room until midnight before coming out.
"It has to be a surprise," she said.
And so he waited. When midnight finally came, he opened his door expecting to hear or see something, but none came, it was all dark.
He stepped into the darkness (a move that he will later regret) then suddenly he was transported to a world of misty fog where the monsters (at the time he didn't know that those were Duel Monsters) were attacking him with everything that they've got.
But fortunately for him, he did know how to fight well and dodged all the attacks.
"Why are you attacking me?" he asked, shocked with what the monsters are trying to do.
None of them replied but the attacks were getting increasing more and powerful that he someone who is hungry, cold and tired could no longer dodge so well and was forced to use his last source of defence, his very own magic.
So, when he was finally caught in the middle of all the attacks, he closed his eyes and thought with all his might of mirrors to reflect the deadly attacks.
Time seem to freeze for a moment when the attacks were a metre away from him.
SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All the attacks collided with his mind-forced mirror and sent straight back to its owner, destroying them.
He gasped for breath, he felt weak, but somehow he just knew that the assault was not over yet. Then he fainted.
He woke up to more darkness around him.
"Where . where am I?" his voice was dry and cracked.
"Welcome back Demon Child. We have waited for you, for a long time." One of the cloaked people said.
He looked around, there were cloaked people all around him, and they were all in the darkness. "What do you mean you've been waiting for me?" he said surprised.
"We had you in our grasp nine years ago, but we let you live in the human world until your power has awaken before taking you here. Your real home." His so-called aunt came fore. "Now you shall know what real terror really is. I hope you enjoy your time here, you have no mind of your own anymore, you belong to us now. So do what we tell you to do!"
SNAP!!! Whips and burning fires were poured onto him. It burned every bit of him from head to toe. He screamed, cried, tried to defend himself, but he was weak and helpless, nothing that he did could stop this assault.
In his subconscious mind, all he felt was pain, anger. It made him lose his sanity, seek for revenge, more power and made him bloodthirsty both physically and mentally.
He remembered that after the assault was over he slept for a week or so. When he woke up he had changed his physical appearance too, the new features made him look even more inhuman.
Vampire fangs
Demons' wings
Claws
It scared him to see himself look like a demon, it was a good thing that the new features were contractible. But nothing could make him forget that he was now part demon.
So ever since he woke from the assault, those abusive hosts of his had treated him like a slave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'The only good thing they've ever given to me was the position of "The Lord of the Dead". It may not be the most interesting job in the universe, but at least it's useful. I get to have my own army of dead people.' He smirked at the thought.
"Now I wonder where on earth I am. Maybe a little scroll will help."
'Daniel Niais. What? Oh of course, my pitiful, pathetic name that they gave me. I think I need a more suitable name now. Niais means innocent, well I'm not. How about Dermot Cadaverique? Cadaverique means deathlike, I like that, maybe shorten it to Cadaver. Dermot Cadaver. Dermot Cadaver. Yep that's good.'
Dermot walked for ten minutes before he found himself in the middle of a silent, calm side of a large city, London.
He looked on a street sign "Grimmauld Place". 'Odd, I feel some sort of magic spells active and present close by.'
He walked around looking at the houses there. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, . , Thirteen, Fourteen, .
'Hey hold on where's Twelve?'
He looked hard at where Twelve should be. Slowly bits of the outline of the house covered with tons of protective and concealing spells appeared to his inner eye.
~~~~~~~~~~ Dumbledore's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My senses have brought me to where the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix now stands. I looked around to see where it maybe and was bemused to find it within a boy.
He was staring right at the Headquarters through the narrow slits of his eyes.
'What if he could see the Headquarters?' I thought nervously.
~~~~~~~~~~~ General POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You look awfully interested in a patch of open ground." Dumbledore said calmly.
Dermot snapped his head away from the house to look directly at Dumbledore. He smirked "oh really old man. My concern is none of your business."
"It is kind of late to see much around here." Dumbledore said, trying to see into the youth's mind.
"Now, now old man. You're not playing by the rules here. And as I was saying before don't even try to pretend you know nothing about that!" Dermot said, pointing at the spell-covered house he had barely just seen.
"What about that?" Dumbledore said withdrawing his probe without finding anything.
'That boy's mind is very strong. His barriers seem like misty, dense fog.'
"Never mind I'm off." Dermot started to walk away.
"No, please stay. I'll offer you somewhere to stay and work to help you." Dumbledore offered.
"I don't need you to look after me, I'm perfectly capable of that myself." Dermot snapped at him.
"But I'll still offer it to you anyway." Dumbledore said. 'Something tells me the boy needs looking after.'
Dermot was shocked but hid it away, "How can you trust me? How can I trust you? You don't even know me."
"Should I take that as a yes or no?"
"Fine yes then." Dermot processed the offer carefully; no one had ever offered something like that to him before.
"Here read this." Dumbledore took out a piece of paper passing it carefully to Dermot. Dermot looked at it, it read "The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."
He looked up to see the house number twelve completely visible to him, he looked down at the note then it caught on fire crumbling to ashes blown away by the wind.
"Enter your new home." Dumbledore said waiting patiently. 'The note caught on fire, the boy didn't even use a wand. Odd.'
Dermot nodded slightly walking up to the house and entered it with Dumbledore behind him.
They had a proper introduction in the kitchen of the Headquarters. Dermot remained silent unless asked a question, he was silently exploring all the things he had not seen before and wondering what Butterbeer is as he slowly drank it down.
Dumbledore noticed Dermot was obviously interested in every bit of thing around him, as if he never seen them before.
Just then Kreacher the house-elf entered the kitchen silently not wanting to be seen but stopped moving when he saw Dermot. He was open-eyed with shock then bowed his head until it touched the floor "Old Kreacher didn't know of your arrival Ancient One."
Dumbledore thought 'Did Kreacher just bow like that to Dermot? And called him the Ancient One whatever that means.'
Dermot looked at Kreacher 'Damn, damn, I forgot that these mystical creatures actually remember such things.' "Err. Can you not do that? It's sort of freaky."
"Why did Kreacher call you 'Ancient One' Dermot?" Dumbledore asked with full of curiosity.
"I don't know." Dermot lied. "Maybe we can talk more tomorrow, I'm sort of tired."
Dumbledore knew he was avoiding the subject but nodded his head "I'm sure you are. There are rooms upstairs, feel free to use one of them for your bedroom."
"Err. Thanks." Dermot walked off feeling slightly better.
Kreacher soon caught up with Dermot "Is there anything I can get you young dark master?"
"How about somewhere to sleep? Preferably somewhere high up." Dermot replied.
"The highest level of the house is the Attic, but I guess you don't."
"That's what I want. The Attic all to myself." Dermot smiled.
"I'll go clean it up." Kreacher ran off to prepare the Attic.
'I've never been happier. Someone to do my chores.' Dermot smirked. 'But then again, I better not tell anyone, anything to do with the Demon Child. This is like a dream and I want it to last.'
Dermot reached the Attic, it was reasonably clean and tidy. "Thanks Kreacher. Night." Kreacher left and Dermot fall into his first good night of sleep in years.
AN: I can't believe it, I wrote a longer chapter after all those crappy short ones (does a little dance). I made Dumbledore nervous of my Demon Child, now with the name Dermot Cadaver. What do you guys think of that dreadful past I gave him? R&R please.