Harry brushed his hands down the fabric of his new red robes and marveled in the softness of the fabric. His mother had gotten it for him the day before, and he was still feeling a bit unused to wearing them, but he really, really wanted to fit in with the rest of his family.

He had never been quite so happy before that their house was just shy of the county-line to Greater London, rather than Surrey, which meant that he was going to go to an entirely different school than his old one, and hopefully be less likely to being beaten up by someone like his fat cousin and his gang. He took a deep breath and picked up his brand new, black school-back and headed down for breakfast, hoping he didn't look too nervous.

"Hello dear. Are you okay? You look a little flushed."

His grandma was setting the table the way she done every day since he got here. It had taken them a week and an acquaintance of Satan whom happened to be a hell of lawyer, and a few threats to the Dursleys to sign the right paperwork, but now everything was finally in order, and Harry was officially a DeVille. They even helped him getting his name changed to Harry DeVille! He felt more and more like he truly belonged here.

"Hey, grandma. I'm just a bit worried about my new school. What if they don't like me?"

Harry bit his lip, worrying more about potentially broken bones than loneliness, he had his family now after all. He wasn't going to ask for more than that, even if it WOULD be nice with a friend...

"Don't worry dearie. You're a charmer. I'm sure they'll like you," Mavis told him.

"And if they don't, just punch those pressure-points I shoved you," Benny said and patted his hair as he walked by him to grab his own breakfast.

"I will, uncle!" Harry nodded his head rapidly and smiled.

Apparently, Benny was too lazy to be bothered to fight fair, plus, fighting fair was just stupid when you were short, so he decided to even the odds by learning ways to knock out or kill an opponent with minimal work involved.

He tried to teach some of those tricks to Harry, because he didn't want his new favourite nephew to have to suffer through the embarrassment of being beaten up in school. Some people just didn't appreciate it when men wore robes and couldn't tell them from a dress. Not that he would tell Harry that, he figured it would do the kid some good to learn it the hard way and gain some confident by beating up the moron himself instead of worrying about it.

By the time everyone had eaten their breakfast and Sharon and Harry were on their way to school, Harry was feeling a bit better about it. He had been reading some of Derek's old school-books from the first grade, and with some help from his mom he felt relatively confident that he would understand everything and make him mommy proud of him.

After the first few days, Harry was starting to walk with Derek to school, once Sharon felt that Harry knew the way well enough to not get lost along with his easily distracted, very air-headed uncle.

It took almost a week, but by that time the bullies in school, who had tough he would be an easy target, had learned their lessons and generally left him alone to pick on people who didn't kick them in the balls or, on one memorable occasion, almost gouged the eyeballs out of their leader. They might be stronger than him, and several people, but he was just too much trouble. Why pick on someone who can hurt you when there are so many people who just quiver in fear and hand over their lunch-money anyway?

Besides... it was embarrassing to have to admit they were just a little intimidated by a firsty who seemed to have a complete lack of regard for human life and health. Even the worst bully at the school didn't want to risk killing or maiming their victim...just scared them shitless and maybe beat them up a bit. They weren't really bad people. At least they told themselves that. And that weird kid just creeped them out sometimes.

Sharon brought Harry with her to the ritual room, and started setting up the candles, allowing Harry to help hand her things, and watch her work, so he could learn how to do it himself.

"This is important so pay attention kiddo." Sharon said and smiled at Harry's enthusiasm.

"Okay mom! I'm just happy to see Father again. Do you think he'll have time to hang out with me today though? He seemed really busy last time," Harry said, hoping that he would have some more time to get to know his Father.

He'd never had a dad before, not one he could talk to, and everyone else around him always had a dad, and their dads took them to fun places and did fun stuff with them...Harry had always been envious of that.

"I know you read the book I gave you, so pay attention to the intonation of the words, and the gestures, alright?" Sharon explained.

As Harry nodded she began to speak the forbidden words that would summon Satan onto Earth, and to allow him to walk around freely at his leisure. something most ritualists would never in a million years dare to attempt or allow, but Sharon was confident that he wouldn't overstay his welcome or harm them. She was practically married to him anyway, he just hadn't proposed because his father wouldn't like it, or maybe there was some kind of law in Hell that forbidden marriage with a human, or something...anyway...she was sure he had a really good reason for it. He clearly liked her well enough to take her as his mistress anyway, so she wasn't overly worried. And if some other bitch tried to steal him, she'd just dispose of the rival. Easy-peasy. She focused on the task again as she watched Satan's majestically red figure rise from the steam and smoke.

"Why has thou called me here, woman?"

"Don't be like that, love. Remember, you agreed to spend some time with your son today. Make it a father-son day, yeah?" Sharon said as she slapped Satan's arm lightly. Satan deflated and sighed before smiling at Harry.

"Oh, right. Well then...son..." He patted Harry's hair with his own enormous hand and tried to think about what activities people usually did. "Sooo... Harry, was it? What do you want to do?" Satan asked him, unsure of what to suggest himself.

"Can we go to the zoo?!" Harry's green puppy-dog eyes light up in awe of being allowed to choose. His new family was amazing! And his father asked him for HIS opinion! How great was that?!

"Well... I suppose..." Satan looked down at his red body and loincloth, twirling his tail in his hand. "I suppose I will need some...er...disguise."

He coughed awkwardly. He might be very, very good at putting the fear of Hell in mortals and rule the place with an iron fist, but this father-son thing...on earth... Yeah, not so much.

"Oh, don't ya worry, love. I got it all covered!" Sharon said and pulled out a long, black trench-coat and a hat.

If one just ignored the fact that it was summer...and the tail...Once he shrunk himself down to the size of a normal human...he...still stood out, but he could almost pass for a human...as long as nobody looked too closely anyway. Harry just grinned widely, thinking his dad looked like those cool spies on the telly.

Once they arrived at the zoo, and Satan had hypnotized the ticket-boot officer to hand them two tickets for free, Harry began to drag his new father around to stare at all the different animals. He had never seen most of them, and it was absolutely amazing to see them all! Harry was a bit disappointed that all the lions did was lazing about, but he was absolutely fascinated by the snake tank. He spoke to one of the snakes briefly and listened to her grievances about longing to go back to Brazil, and Harry really wished he could help her.

"Can you help her Father?"

He looked up at Satan with those damnable green puppy-dog eyes and Satan felt his heart melt just a little bit more. And he had thought Sharon was bad...her screeching and violent tendencies was scary enough to make him do as she said, but this kid made him want to help him and if he ever, Hell forbids, cried, he would move Hell and Heaven to stop it and he absolutely hated it!

"I...well...Yeah, well... We can't just let her out. England is too cold for her, and Brazil is really...really...far..." Harry kept staring at him, damn those green too big eyes! "Okay! Okay! I'll... get one of my human agents to come and take her home, okay?!"

He stared at the kid, eye twitching in irritation. Harry's grin light up the entire world and he hugged Satan, thanking him repeatedly. Satan couldn't help but hug him back and he melted even more, he grumbled as he silently cursing Sharon and the damned adorable kid yet again. This was bad for his image.

It goes without saying that when Harry later asked if he could have ice-cream, and when asked which flavour he wanted, he said "All of them?"

Satan ended up buying him a humongous ice-cream-cone with 21 different flavours and a few magic-infusions to stop it from melting too quickly, falling apart, or being too heavy for a small child to carry. Harry was extremely happy, declaring it the best Father-Son day ever! Satan felt a strange fatherly pride blossom in his chest at that and had to fight the smile that threatened to mar his stoic face. He failed miserably.

The next few weeks passed quickly and Harry easily fell into the routines of his new life, enjoying each and every day more than he had ever thought possible. He soaked up the knowledge that his new family bestowed upon him, slowly taking in their values and beliefs and making them his own.

Then, one day, something quite magical happened to him...

"Mom! Mom!" Harry ran in the door excitedly one day near the end of the school year, throwing his backpack by the door almost forgetting to take off his shoes in his rush to tell her the news.

"What is it honey?" Sharon smiled at him. Harry was absolutely adorable when he was exited like this, even if he didn't have the diabolical cuteness of his baby brother.

"I set the teachers hair on fire today!" Harry beamed with pride. "I was just soooooo bored, and Mr. Johnson just droned on and on and on... And I just wished his head would catch on fire so he'd stop being so boring, and it just happened!"

Harry grinned widely. It had only take a few weeks, some books, and a few ritual sacrifices to make Harry understand that there was no reason to pity the weak. If they couldn't defend themselves, they deserved what they got.

It was not like the Dursley's had ever taught him any morals anyway. If everything you do is wrong, how was he to tell what was the right and wrong thing to do? It didn't really matter what was right and wrong. And they made damned sure he never had any friends or other adults who could teach him either, for that matter.

The DeVilles was much more consistent though; Killing or maiming fools, idiots and people who annoyed you were perfectly alright. Helping old ladies across the road or follow anything the bible said was wrong.

This lead to Harry making a list of the commandments and made a commitment to break as many of them as he possibly could, as often as he could be bothered. He marked his achievements with a small reversed pentagram sticker. Harry was starting to gather so many on some of the commandments that he considered moving the list into a book instead, so he could track his achievements better. Him mom promised him that if he gathered enough pentagrams by Samhain, he'd get a gift! Harry happily worked hard to collect his stickers.

"Oh, sweetie, that's awesome! I'm totally way proud of yer!"

Sharon hugged her son and praised him for his achievement. She made sure to praise him every single time he did any magic, accidental or not, and he was becoming better at making it happen. She patted Harry hair again and promised him they could go to the zoo to celebrate it. For some reason, he'd become fast friends with one of the boa constrictors there and he was always excited about seeing her.

Harry hugged him mom back, grinning from ear to ear. His mother was proud of him, and it made him feel even more proud of himself. He decided that Lucifer was totally right; Pride was the best feeling ever!

"Oh, and mom! I think I made a new friend in school today!" he told her.

"Really? Well, come in and have some dinner with the rest of us, and you can tell the whole family all about it, and about the teacher. I bet ya they're all really proud of ya," Sharon replied and ushered Harry into the kitchen, where the rest of the family had gathered.

Harry simply grinned at all the praises he got from setting the teacher on fire, and excitedly told them about this interesting bookworm of a girl he'd met in school today. She had punched the bully in the nose, not that it had stopped him, but lucky for her, Harry thought that someone who punched Big Mike in the nose would have to be fun to hang out with, and nobody wanted to get on his bad side, not after what he did to Jim.

Harry ran upstairs after dinner, hugging his Yog-Sothoth plushie and flopped down on his bed, grinning happily.

He couldn't help but loving each and every second of his new life. As bad as thing had been before, that was as good as they had become.

Sure... his new family might not agree with the rest of society on...most things, and their values might at best be referred to as eccentric...but they loved him for who he was, and encouraged the strange, magical things he could sometimes do, instead of slapping him, or locking him up in a closet without food.

Besides...the more he was learning, the more he found he agreed with their beliefs. It sounded perfectly reasonable when it was explained to him properly, and the morals and values most of the other idiots and sheep had didn't ever seem to have any logical reason behind it other than 'It's evil' or 'It's wrong'. Harry thought those reasons HAD to be the most stupid things he had ever heard.

Hell...Even the teacher talked about Darwin as a guy who knew what he was talking about, and Sharon had told him all about his theory of Survival of the Fittest, so they were all clearly hypocritical.

Harry picked up The Satanic Bible from his nightstand and flipped to the page he had bookmarked and started reading.

"Why should I not hate mine enemies―if I "love" them does that not place me at their mercy?"