On Monday morning Harry Draco and Hermione are breakfast with Harry's parents and Octavia who had come to visit for the weekend. After they had finished the trio gathered their trunks and waited in Stolas' office.

"Your all ready to go back to school?" Stolas asked.

"Yes dad." Harry said.

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir."

Stolas hmmmd And creates a portal with his hands to Hogwarts.

"Welcome back Mr. Goetia, Miss. Granger and Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said as they walked through the portal. The portal closed behind them.

On Tuesday Harry got a message from a school owl.

"Hello Harry, I knew your parents well they where very dear friends of mine. If you want to talk come to my hut after classes are over."

Groundskeeper Hagrid.

It turns out Hagrid was half giant. He nearly dislocated Harry's arm when he shook his hand. It took several minutes to get the feeling back.

He had been wary of Draco at first but then after some reassurance from Harry Hagrid said "If he's your friend he's welcome here."

After some small talk about Harry Draco and Hermiones first term, (That ruddy Umbridge woman was a cunt when she was a student here.) and some talk about Lily and James the time had come for the big question.

"Mr. Hagrid, do you know what's on the third floor?"

"Now you listen here. All 3 of you. It's no business of yours what's going on in that corridor. That's strictly between the Headmaster and Nicholas Flamel."

The 3 quickly took to research. They tried everywhere. Textbooks yearbooks potions history transfigurations history magical history, the only place in the library they hadn't turned upside down in the 3 weeks since their visit to Hagrid.

Harry finally decided on outside help. One Saturday evening he decided to call up Stolas.

"Ooo!" Stolas cooed as he saw Harry's face pop up on his phone. He pressed answer and put it on speaker.

"Dad do you know anything abouta human sorcerer called Nicholas Flamel?" Came from Stolas phone as he treated himself to his weekly solo bubble bath in his private bathroom.

"Flamel? Are you sure it's Flamel and Not Flamvell? Flamille? I've fooled around with lots of males over the centuries but non could hold a candle to my dear Blitzy."

Harry slapped his hand to his face. "FLAMEL Dad. Nicholas FLAMEL."

"Nicky? My sweet Nicky? What's he been up to? Last time I heard he had created the Philosophers Stone with the instructions I implanted in his mind after a night of passionate formication."

"Thanks Dad That was just what we needed." Harry presses end.

"Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosophers Stone!" Hermione said looking up from her book.

"Dad just said that. He gave Flamel the recipe. After a night of passion of course."

"Your dad is gross. Nice But gross."

"Only when he's horny." Harry said. "Well now we just have to get confirmation of what Fluffys guarding."

Harry went to visit Fluffy that night. Bringing a large Hellbeast bone.

"Fluffy do you remember who came into the corridor on Halloween?" Harry had a theory that the troll was a distraction so whoever could come to the Third Floor uninterrupted.

"Dunno, I never saw their faces. I saw light flashes though from under the door and 2 voices shouting. One was authoritative and deep." He nibbled a piece of stray gristle wagging his 3 tails.

"Professor Snape." Harry said putting his thumb and forefinger to his chin.

"The other voice smelled strongly of garlic."

"And Professor Quirrel?" Harry asked in confusion.

"There was a few sounds of something breaking with all those pretty flashes."

"Fluffy? How would you like to go back home?"

The Cerberus stopped to think.l

"I mean here your treated like a pet and your not. In Hell we can find you a job where you'll be respected as your own person and not have to roll over and beg for a treat. You'll meet and socialize with other Hellhounds your age too."

"That sounds nice."

"I know I just gave you a speech about being your own person and all but good boi." Harry said rubbing Fluffys 3 heads and smiling when his tails started wagging.

"Mr. Hagrid, how did you come across Fluffy?"

"Ow do you know bout Fluffy?" Hagrid demanded.

"Not important you know he doesn't belong in the Living World right? He's a Hellhound."

"What's that?"

"Basically their anthropomorphic canines. Fluffy however is the first I've ever seen with 3 heads."

"I thought the lad was a Cerberus."

"It could be that whoever's running the Smuggling ring could be experimenting on the captive Hellhounds and Fluffy May have been 3 separate Hounds originally."

"I had no idea." Hagrid looked horrified.

Harry looked over at the fire. It was unreasonably warm to the average human but having been raised in Hell Harry was no stranger to heat. Something was in the fire.

"Mr. Hagrid What is that egg?"

"It's supposed to be a dragon egg but given my luck maybe you'd best take a look at it when it hatches lad."

"Christ in drag." Harry grumbled. "Fine let me know when it's hatching."

The next Friday Harry received a letter by owl post with only 2 words.

It's Hatching

That night at 7 o'clock Harry Draco and Hermiome walked together To Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. A wood rich with foliage and dangerous magical creatures.

"It's nearly out! Come in come in!" Hagrid rushed them inside.

On the table sat an obsidian black egg with hot flashing cracks. After twenty minutes had passed the top of the egg burst open making Hermione yelp.

A dragon with a serpent like appearance and 4 eyes was before them.

"Is that a dragon?" Hermione asked in awe.

"Not just any dragon that's a HazeDragon Mr Hagrid how the fuck do you keep getting Hellborn creatures?"

The HazeDragon turned towards Harry and hiccuped sending a burst of fire towards him before crawling up and around his neck.

"Well this is awkward."

"Who's that?" Hagrid demanded looking at the window.

Seeing a flash of red hair Harry growled. "Weasley."

"Dunno where Molly and Arthur went wrong with that one." Hagrid said. "His brothers Bill and Charlie would help me with my groundskeeping duties when they didn't have homework. I spend half my life chasing those twins from the forest but their good lads at heart. Percy is always courteous when I catch him in the school."

Harry growled and left. carefully unwrapping the infant and setting him in a pen Hagrid had made for it. "I'll be back for you." He told it.

"Harry please don't do anything rash." Hermione pleads.

"Just don't kill him or cause permanent injury." Draco said.

"Draco!"

"What?! Even I can tell he's on the warpath. We can't stop what's coming we can only try to lessen the damage to Weasels person."

Harry spotted Weasley talking to Percy his Prefect brother.

"He dies tonight Percy!" Harry told Percy taking out his pistol.

"Mr Goetia even I am aware your pistol only holds rock salt not real ammunition." Percy told Harry. "It won't kill him. However..." he looked to Ron whose jaw dropped. "I will give him a ten second head start."

"Percy!"

"9 seconds."

"You can't do this! I will tell mum and dad!"

"6 seconds."

"Oh sweet Merlin!" Ron started running away.

"Wait for it." Harry said. Grinning with sharp teeth before taking off leaving behind a burst of wind.

Ron's mistake was looking back.

He spat up as Harry socked him in the gut.

"I won't kill you." Harry said twisting his fist. "But I will remind you that I AM a Prince of the Ars Goetia."

Ron didn't understand what was happening. He was still in the corridor but it was burning with fire outside.

"What's the matter Ronniekins? No mummy to come tuck you in?"

"What is that?" Ron asked hearing something behind him.

He screamed and birds flew away from the Forbidden Forest trees.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked. Ron's hair had lost its red and was now grayer than the Bloody Baron.

"Reminded him of his place in the pecking order." Harry hmmphed before kicking. The catatonic boy in the side. "Get him out of my sight." The boy told Percy.

Percy has the "What did I just do?" Look on his face as he picked up his youngest brother and carried him up to the hospital wing.

"Ronald Weasley has been temporarily withdrawn from Hogwarts for obvious reasons." Professor Dumbledore said to Harry over his glasses. it was midnight. Draco and Hermione has been escorted back to the Slytherin and Gryffindor dorms by their Prefects.

"Good. Although I wills miss our weekly rounds of rock salt meets kneecap."

"He's catatonic."

"He continuously antagonized me knowing I was far more powerful and had the will to back it up."

"His parents are putting him onto anger management and magical therapy. Next year he may rejoin the school."

This surprised Harry. He'd have thought Mr and Mrs Weasley would be calling for his head on a spike. "Magic Therapy?"

"A Medi Wizard was asked to assess Ronald's obsession with you and discovered misplaced and aggravated aggression among of all things, a compulsion charm."

"Wait. A compulsion charm Basically orders the victim to behave a certain way towards the real target of malice yes?" Harry asked.

"Ronald Weasley is a victim in this too."

This took Harry aback. He had been under the impression that Weasley was just a prick with an agenda against him. Now he felt...what was this feeling?

"I believe the feeling your unsure about now is called remorse." Dumbledore said with a kind look.

"No that's impossible. I've been raised by demons in Hell for 9 years my Dad has trained me to have no regrets on my actions and as a Prince of the Ars Goetia to never second guess myself about putting a bastard in their place when they cross me. I am a Prince of Hell. I cannot be known to show remorse or else I'll be seen as weak!"

"You are human."

Harry sat back. "What did I do?"

"It's not your fault. Not entirely."

"How do I fix this? Money?"

"Money will never solve everything Harry. It will take a lot of hard work on your part to make up for your actions tonight."

"The Weasleys have a daughter coming to school next year don't they?"

"Yes Ginevra Weasley."

"Thank you Professor." Harry swished his coat in a manner reminiscent of Professor Snape.

Emerald Prince: Papa I need you

In an abandoned classroom Stolas opened a portal and stepped through. He scanned the room and saw Harry sitting in a corner on the floor with his head to his knees.

"My starfire What is troubling you?" Stolas asked as he sat with him on the floor in his night robe.

"I messsd up Papa I messed up really bad." Harry muffled from his sleeves.

"Who did you kill?"

"No one. But I used my Hellborn magic against someone who may not have deserved it."

"How did they not deserve it?"

"You know the Weasley boy?"

"The one you keep shooting in the knee?"

"It turns out he had a compulsion charm on his person to act towards me that way."

"What did you do?"

"I traumatized him so bad his hair turned gray."

"So he lives. Well then there's no problem. You didn't know that he was bewitched."

"But he didn't deserve it. I used my abilities to torture somebody who had no idea what I could do."

Stolas has never understood the concept of remorse in humans. If you make a mistake and own up to it then that should be that. He supposed to was some kind of lingering residual guilt from either being banished from Eden for disobeying Gods will or from the Crucifixion.

"Alright. There there." Stolas holds his crying son as he rocks him gently. "I shall arrange a meeting with the Weasley elders and we will discuss proper penance together. Sound good?"

Harry nods. Still crying.

"No matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, I will never stop loving you." Stolas says as he pets Harry's head slowly.

But now we have a new problem he thought. Who bewitched the Weasley boy?

To Be Continued

Genuine remorse is different than feeling bad because you got caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing like stealing a cookie from the jar. It's a hard and empathetic experience that can only happen if your ready to accept responsibility and consequences for your actions and here that is happening to Harry for the first time in his young life.