Chapter 4
~In Crowley's Manor, midnight~
All was quiet in the MacLeod Manor. Crowley and Lily were asleep in the master bedroom, as was little 15 month-old Harry in the nursery. In the still of the house, a faint creak was heard.
In the sitting area, a small light shined through the keyhole. The door opened soundlessly, and a wraith stepped in. Mentally cursing the creaking floorboard on the front porch, it stepped in. It silently moved up the stairs, and anyone who saw it would have sworn it was gliding.
It stepped in to the nursery, and in the master bedroom, Crowley sat up and looked out the door.
"Lily," he whispered. She opened her eyes, and squinted at him blearily.
"What is it?" she asked.
Something just walked in the nursery."
Lily sighed. "It's probably just Alfie again. Go back to sleep."
Crowley was about to lay down, but then got out of bed. I can't chance it, he thought, and quietly crept out of his room to the nursery.
In the nursery, little Harry woke and saw the tall thing standing over him. He giggled, thinking it was his mother, and held out his arms.
Now, poor Harry had no control over his powers, and his empathy was going crazy. The wraith, who had been angry enough, had it's anger magnified quite a bit. All of a sudden, it didn't feel like it's hand was getting it's wand fast enough, and got extremely angry at his wand for being so hard to get out of it's pocket. It was only because the wraith was an Occlumency and Legilimency Master that it didn't snap it's wand.
Looking back at Harry, the wraith felt the anger again, and felt a sliver of fear at how powerful the baby was at his young age. Now that fear was magnified, and the wraith stumbled away from the crib.
Downstairs, Crowley heard the thump, and sped up his ascent.
The wraith overcame its fear, barely, and came towards the crib again. Trying to keep it's mind blank, the wraith raised it's wand.
Crowley ran to the doorway in time to see a flash of green light, an ethereal scream, and Harry crying. In a state of shock, Crowley stood there in horror as the figure illuminated by the light shriveled and caught on fire. Crowley, not wanting to lose his house, ran down to the kitchen and grabbed the fire extinguisher, cursing the wards against shadow traveling all the way.
He came back to the nursery to find the crib engulfed in flames. With a shout, he raised the extinguisher and pulled the lever. The white concoction came out the tube, and soon the room was dark again.
Running over to see his son, he found Harry looking around in surprise, wondering where his light show had gone. Other than that, Harry looked fine. Crowley sighed in relief and thanked Merlin for the cambion powers Harry possessed.
Looking around the room, he knew that Lily would have a few demons working on pulling out the floorboards and replacing the drywall with new, not-blackened material.
He lifted Harry up to eye level. "You, you little whelp, are a handful," he said affectionately. He put Harry to his shoulder and started walking down to the nursery. He would tell Lily tomorrow, and he was not looking forward to it. In the meantime, Harry would be spending the night in his parents' room.
~In Crowley's Manor, the next morning~
Lily woke up with light streaming in the window. She sat up happily, and gathered her knees to her chest. The past year or so had been the happiest of her life. Crowley was an amazing husband, and the demons respected her for her ideas on the crossroads organization.
Then of course, there was Harry.
He had been her pride and joy, and his powers grew with each passing day. His empathy was overwhelming, and was the first power to show up. And just the other day, she had seen him accidentally blast his father with a small ball of energy, and Harry had started laughing hysterically at the look on Crowley's face. Harry now shot little pinpoints of energy at everyone. Luckily, the energy only felt like static electricity.
Harry was growing on the demon's, too. Jeremy, the only other demon that Crowley trusted and was actually friends with, always played with Harry when he came over. Berto, the new cook that Alfie despised, always smiled when serving their dinner(As compensation, Alfie was allowed to cook every Wednesday and Friday).
Lily smiled, and moved to get out of bed, and almost stepped on the child in question. He was sitting under her, looking over one of her shoes with interest. She laughed, and picked him up. His attention stayed on the shoe for a moment, then laughed and wiggled in her arms.
Crowley woke up to the sound of his favorite people laughing and smiled. Then he remembered the night before, and the smile dropped.
All of a sudden, there was a loud crack and Alfie was standing in front of Crowley. "Master Crowley! The front door is open, and the walls and floor of the nursery are burnt!"
He heard Lily gasp and throw the covers off. Sitting up, he grabbed her shoulders and held her to him. "Lily, it's ok."
"Ok?! You heard Alfie! The nursery is damaged, and the front door is open!"
"Yes, I heard Alfie. Remember last night?"
Lily's eyes widened. "The wards told you someone was in the nursery…"
"Yes," Crowley replied. "I don't know what happened in there, but I came to the room and saw a flash of green light."
Lily gasped. "Voldemort…"
Crowley looked at her oddly. "Lily, I think the man that came in to our house tried to kill Harry."
Lily looked at him. "When I was married to James, we were in an organization called the Order of the Phoenix. The purpose of that organization was to fight a terrorist called Voldemort. He was a very powerful dark lord, and we were losing the battle for magical Britain. You came and got me in the middle of that war."
Crowley was confused. "Why did you not tell me?"
Lily grabbed his hand. "You have to understand, I was scared… and ashamed. I didn't see any way for the battle to come to America, so I never told you."
She looked at Harry regretfully. "But I guess it caught up to me…" she looked at him. "I don't know why he would go after Harry, though! It seems like too much work just to find me! I mean… me and James were just like flies to him; annoying, but nothing bad."
Crowley shrugged. "Well, he won't be a problem anymore. He burned in the flames, or something… or maybe the curse rebounded off Harry because Harry is a cambion."
Lily stared at him, shocked. "Voldemort died… because of Harry." She sat on the bed again. She laughed. "Harry, a fifteen-month-old, killed the Dark Lord Voldemort!"
Crowley laughed. "Yes well, I'm hungry. Let's eat!" and with that, he left the room, holding Harry. Lily goggled after him, then remembered that he didn't know just how bad and powerful Voldemort had been. She shook her head, then followed him out.
~In Hogwarts, the Headmaster's office, that same morning~
Dumbledore sat in his chair behind the desk. He had quite a bit to worry about, like the Chosen One. Neville Longbottom, the only possible candidate of the prophecy, had yet to be attacked by Voldemort. Wondering if maybe he had foiled Voldemort with his wards. With a glimmer of pride in his eyes, he turned to the phoenix sitting on its perch. "I protected him, Fawkes." said Dumbledore happily. "I protected him."
The phoenix looked at its master. Fawkes did not feel frustrated with his old friend, Dumbledore knew no better. Fawkes was one of the only two beings in magical Britain that knew that Neville Longbottom was not the Chosen One. He turned his head to look west, at the real Boy Who Lived.
~In the Forbidden Forest, outside the castle~
In a hollow of a tree, another phoenix, black and white in coloring, rose from its sleep to look west, toward its future master. The phoenix raised its head in a mournful call, sorry that it could not be with its master to comfort them. Still, when the phoenix nestled back in it's tree, it consoled itself with the thought that it would be with his master soon.
The phoenix then curled back in it's home, and continued it's wait.
~Back in Crowley's mansion, a few years later~
Eight year-old Harry came barreling down the stairs from his room, almost running into his father on the landing.
"Sorry, Dad," said Harry. Crowley opened his mouth to reply, but Harry was down the stairs and in the kitchen before he even knew what to say. Crowley smiled, shook his head, and continued on his way down to breakfast.
"Morning, Mum," said Harry as he set the table for the three of them. Lily laughed and pulled him into a hug. Harry squirmed impatiently; you would think that having cambion powers would let him out of his mother's grip, sadly, his supernatural strength had not developed. Unfortunately for Lily and Crowley, though, his speed had.
"Good morning, honey," she said affectionately, and turned to make the eggs. "Ehm, dear?" she said as Crowley sat at the table. "Thomas came early this morning. He told me to tell you that another demon has gone ahead of their deal. She was too bored, she said."
Crowley sighed. "Demons going rogue all over the place. How am I supposed to deal with them? Maybe I could just send Sal and Murray… no," he said to himself. "Those two lugs wouldn't know what to do with her. Where did he say this demon was?"
"The Philippines, apparently."
"Ooh! Dad, can I come?" said Harry hopefully.
"No, Harry, You have school," said Lily sternly.
"Fine… can I invite Jacob and Chen over after school?"
"Yes, but only until eight o'clock. They are not spending the night. All right?"
"All right, Mum. Oh! There's the bus- bye!" said Harry.
"Good-bye, dear. Say hello to your friends for me."
"I will, Mom," said Harry as he ran out the door to the bus stop across the road. The bus stopped, and he got on. Saying hello to the bus driver, he scanned the bus for his friends. Well, any of the girls would let him sit next to them happily, but Harry would rather not. He saw Jacobs and Chen at the back of the bus with the rest of their friends, and went to them.
"Hey, guys!" said Harry happily.
"Hi, Harry!" said Jacobs. He was a tall, skinny kid, with spiked up blonde hair.
"Hello," replied Chen. He was dark skinned, and quite a bit shorter than Harry and Jacob. He was fun to be around, but was very quiet.
"So, you guys can come over, but it's not a sleepover. Can you bring the new Mario?" Harry asked Jacob.
Jacob nodded happily. "I only did the tutorial, because I knew you guys would want me to wait for you."
"Thank you," said Chen.
"Yeah, thanks!" said Harry. Looking around, he saw the bus was coming to a stop in front of the school. His Mum and Dad had agreed that until he was eleven, he would go to Muggle schools. So, he was here at his elementary school. He would be in the intermediate school next year, but Chen would be moving away, and Jacob would be going to a different school. So, he was not looking forward to it.
Getting out, he walked to his first class in Ms. Gretsky's room with Jacob. Chen had History first- lucky. Harry and Jacob had Math first with the most grumpy teacher in the world, or so they thought. Ms. Gretsky didn't really like Harry and Jacob, as they were the well known pranksters of their school.
"All right, class," said Ms. Gretsky, rapping a ruler on her desk, trying to get the class's attention. When they finally got quiet, Ms. Gretsky continued. "Today we will be working on fractions."
Harry's voice was among those that groaned, as the class got ready for another grueling class in Math.
~In Harry's school, a few hours later~
Harry's favorite class by far was P.E., and the teacher for this subject, or rather coach, was Coach Bruener. Harry also happened to be Mr. Bruener's favorite student, in that Harry was the fastest and strongest in the school.
"All right, class!" said Coach Bruener. Coach Bruener was one of those teachers that you just had to like, so he had nowhere near the same trouble Ms. Gretsky did with getting his class quiet.
"Today, we'll begin with a short run. Then, you can go into the workout room, or you can play basketball."
The class whooped and yelled, and started running around the track Coach Bruener had set up around the school.
"So, Harry…" started one of the girls in the class, who then seemed to lose her nerve and retreated, red-faced. Harry rolled his eyes and continued on.
By the time the whole class had made it around the track, everyone was out of breath and sweaty except for Harry. He stood tall and proud around all the people lying on the grass, smiling.
Coach Bruener laughed and patted Harry on the back. "Good job, Harry." Harry practically glowed at the comment.
When playing basketball, the game was pretty much decided by which team had Harry. The boys simply couldn't keep up as Harry swished a ball through the hoop again and again. When the game was over, and school was let out, Harry loaded onto the bus with everyone else and laid back in his seat, content.
I could get used to this, he thought happily, as Jacob and Chen sat beside him, chatting about Jacob's game.
Thank you guys so much for this! 3,000 views and climbing- that's awesome! Now, to say a few things.
When I was writing about the scene in the nursery, I was laughing the whole time because of Luna's remark to Harry. "It's like when you stumble over a chair in the dark; it's not the chair's fault, but you kick it anyway."
As for Harry not having a scar, he has invulnerability. Also, as for the curse rebounding off him and onto Voldemort when no one died for him, you need to be feeling complete hatred toward the object of your curse. With Harry magnifying Voldemort's fear as well as his anger, Voldemort couldn't focus well enough to pull it off, and that coupled with Harry's invulnerability, caused the curse to bounce off him onto Voldemort.
Now, for the reviews.
Sakura Lisel: I feel like it would be Lily's decision that if someone found them, it would be best for them to think Harry is James's son and Crowley is a brother or cousin or something.
Guest: Yes, I know what pairing I want, but I may ask for help deciding. And that is a cool idea! I never thought of that… I may actually use that, with my own twist on it.
Mich1990: Like I said, it's for secrecy, and to make it easier to avoid questions.
KittyWolfM: Ahem… Lot of controversy about this name thing, huh? *Nervous Chuckle* Ok, so, Dean and Sam probably won't be pairing with any of the main characters of the story, but I make no guarantees. I really don't know where this story is going.
SilverDragonflymoon: Me too, buddy… me too.
Ana Luisa: Sé que fue un poco corto, será más largo en el futuro. Y gracias!
One more thing, guys, there is a poll open for what house Harry will be in. go look at it please! Thank you! Gridline out!