Mr, Alastor

I know your real name. I know who your family is. I request a meeting at my home two nights from now at Midnight

Deciding the letter was too threatening Harry crumbled it up and threw it away.

Mr. Alastor,

I formally request a private meeting at my home in 2 evenings time at 3 am.

Harry Ramses Goetia

Short and to the point, Harry tapped the message with his wand and watched it turn into a tiny bird before fluttering out the door.

Alastor was in quite the exquisite mood. The Hotel repairs where coming along nicely. Angel Dust was performing every Thursday as clean a show as he could tolerate.

"Baby steps Vagatha." Alastor had told the pouting moth demon.

He then noticed the letter fluttering toward his person. It landed in front of him behaving like a real humming bird.

"Oh that's so pretty." Charlie said lightly stroking the bird before Alastor held out his hand and the bird fell into a letter in his open hand.

"Interesting indeed. It appears I'm going to be busy in 2 evenings time Princess."

"Busy doing what?" Vaggie asked.

"I have a business meeting with a Goetian prince." Alastor smirked as he left with a twirl of his cane.

"Goetian prince?" Vaggie asked in confusion as Alastor closed the door.

Two nights later finds Harry awake staring out his window at 3 AM. In his astronomy PJs he watches the storm outside and a lightning. Strikes as the hour chimes 3.

"Really? Coming out of the shadows during a storm?" Harry asked as he turned around to see a smirking Alastor. "You really has to pull this B Movie monster bullshit on me sir?"

"My apologies my lad I always had a tendency for the dramatics. Now let's cut to the chase! I know my descendant and you have had your...shall we say disagreements?"

Harry looked down in guilt.

"I'm not angry with you Child. I understand there where other forces at work to make Ronald a more disagreeable person. I have heard through my shadow that I have attached to Ronald to keep an eye on him that you and your Daddies have a meeting with Molly and Arthur at Hogwarts on the next Full Moon."

"We do."

"Well then you need someone to represent your best interests aside from your parents who do not understand your grief surrounding your actions yes? I can be that for you."

"Why would you want to help me?"

"A very astute question! This incident shows I cannot trust Molly with Ronald's wellbeing anymore."

"Wait Weasleys MOTHER is the one who put the Compulsion Charm on him?" Harry asked in anger.

Stolas feeling the magical flare up of his son woke with a start. He put on his robe and underwear/lounge pants to keep his husbands emissions from staining the floor. He started making his way to Harry's room in the Children's Wing.

"Indeed. Now normally when offering my services I am offering them for personal vices. Earthly delights you feel you need them and all that noise. You however my boy are a special case."

Stolas saw someone in Harrys room. Who would be visiting at 3 am?

"Do we have a deal?"

Oh SHIT! Stolas thought as a bright green aura flared up. He recognized the voice of the Radio Demon

"NO!" He shouted bursting through the door just as Harry shook Alastors hand with his right hand.

Alastor gripped Harry's hand tight as the bright green aura Arched began tattooing a symbol of a stag on the boys open palm.

"What did you DO?!" Stolas shouted. "What have you done to my son Sinner!"

The Symbol faded to his normal palm.

"I have given your boy here an extra layer of protection!" Alastor said. "Should you ever need me all you need do is pour magic into your palm and summon me verbally. I shall also be acting as young Harry's solicitor during the negotiations."

"How do you know about-?"

"My name while alive Lord Stolas, was Alastor Prewitt." He grinned.

"No." Stolas said in defeat." No." He held onto his now unconscious child. "You bastard!"

"Now now there is no undoing what is done Lord Stolas." He held up a contract in his hand. It was as if Harry had signed it. "I only have the lads best interest in mind. He will also get something out of this arrangement. Due to his fury I now need a new student to pass along my knowledge to."

"GET OUT!" Stolas demanded. "I SAID NOW!" He cawed.

"Remember, Magic into his palm is all he needs." Alastor said as he stood in Harry's shadow, descending through it.

"You...you..." The owls eyes got redder and redder.

Stolas shrieked as another lightning strike flashed.

Two days after found the two families at Hogwarts in an unused classroom

"Alastor Prewitt solicitor pleasure to meet you sirs." Alastor introduces himself to those who did not know him.

"Where'd you find this guy?" Blitzo asked his husband.

"He's a retainer for the Goetia family." Stolas explained as Harry looked away from Stolas in shame.

"Do you understand what you've done you stupid child?!" Stolas shouted at Harry as he gripped his shoulders "SINNERS LIKE ALASTOR DEAL IN SOULS!"

"I just wanted-"

"I will research ways of breaking Voodoo/Hoodoo contracts." Stolas sighed sadly. It's not your fault. I don't even understand how the contract is Valid as your underage."

"Um...I learned this when I claimed my vaults at Gringotts. Claiming my family vaults as the last Potter gave me a sort of Lord status in the Wizarding World." Harry said sitting on his bed.

"And as such your name means a lot more than it did before you claimed your vaults. You can authorize purchases and withdrawals as if you where of age because of that Lord status goddammit." Stolas swore grabbing his head feathers. "I cannot BELIEVE you hid this from me and Blitzo. Your grounded until further notice. Go to bed. We'll discuss this further in the morning."

Molly looked at the boy in shock. She was aware Harry had been raised in Hell But was unaware he was considered royalty.

Arthur was all flustered and apologetic over his sons behavior.

"No ned to apologize sir Blitzy and I understand the boy was bewitched and as such was not in conplete control of his actions. We bear no ill will to him or your family this is for the benefit of my son to alleviate his guilt." Stolas sat in full regalia in an armchair at the end of a long table.

After several hours an agreement had been drawn up. Harry would pay for whatever expenses Ronald and Ginny Weasley May incur during their school careers and post education they wish to explore. Opening personal vaults for the children funded by the vast Potter fortune. He would also use his political influences to get Arthur a better job within the ministry where he worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. A very low paying and not very respected job.

Harry will also work on his own anger issues regarding his tendencies towards violence. Being raised in Hell by a group of assassins he had been taught that violence was always the answer to every one of life's problems especially if said problem repeats itself.

"Then we're all in agreement?" Alastor asked as he brought up a blood quill. "All I need is signatures and then I shall file this with the proper authority at Gringotts bank."

"It was never about Ronald was it?" Molly asked Alastor quietly as he passed by her on his way out of the room after getting Harry's signature. "I don't know what you did but you did something to that boy didn't you?"

"Why I'm scandalized Molly my dear! I simply offered my services and the lad, accepted." Alastor flashed Molly a sharp grin as he left the room and disapparated with a loud CRACK.

"I thought you Wizards couldn't do your teleport thing in the school?" Blitzo asked Professor Snape who looked shocked.

To Be Continued...

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So Harry now has a contract with Alastor let me explain my ideas for it. I purposefully made it resemble the Morsmordre spell only with a stag head instead of a snake. It will act similar to Ciels seal from Black Butler whenever Harry has need of Alastor.

Harry's contract is Valid because he had to claim the Lordship which means he is seen as an adult outside of school. I don't think I will go into wizard of politics though as I want this Helluva Boss focused. He did not however understand the full ramifications of shaking Alastor's hand.