Chapter 5

~In the MacLeod mansion, three years later~

Harry woke up in his bedroom. Looking around, he saw nothing but knives and guns and various kinds of weapons. He also saw Qaudpot teams, he supported the Wolves of Wainwright. His mother had told him about a sport in magical Britain that was similar to Qaudpot, it was called Quidditch. Harry thought he was pretty good on a broom; at least, he could keep up with the other wizards.

Jacob had turned out to be a 'Magbob,' or, as his mother called it, a 'Muggleborn.'

Harry liked his mother's term better, if only because he felt less goofy when saying it.

Harry had wanted to go to Hogwarts ever since Lily had told him about the great walls and spires, the hidden rooms and passageways, the things hidden that could be found if those knew where to look. Harry had written to it, asking if he could attend, and gotten a letter back from a witch named Professor McGonagall. She had said he could attend, but Hogwarts would not be providing a means of transportation to Britain. Harry had not thought they would, and was glad he could shadow travel. The distance was just a bit too far, though, so he would be making pit stops in Washington D.C., Portugal, and then to Britain. His dad would be accompanying him, of course. Harry couldn't wait.

Harry got out of bed, and started getting his workout clothes on. Crowley had told him how a man had tried to kill him when he was a baby, and Crowley was now determined to make Harry unapproachable. Harry already had bulging biceps that looked good with his jet black hair and green eyes.

Harry grabbed his favorite knife from his nightstand(A bone handle from Purgatory, with steel from the time of the Kurds. Apparently there was a twin of the knife, except for the handle, somewhere in the world, and Harry intended to find it at some point)and went down to meet his father.

Crowley nodded when seeing his son wearing their usual outfit, and started out to the backyard.

When there, Harry immediately got into a ready stance, keeping his eyes on Crowley at all times.

Crowley started to instruct his son. "You need to keep your knife lower. Feet spread out more, and don't let your eyes leave me."

Harry was doing everything correctly. He knew Crowley was just trying to distract him, and kept his eyes on his dad. "Why don't you just come at me?"

Crowley shook his head. "Overconfidence is not good for one's health. I've lost many good demons because of overconfidence."

"I'm not overconfident, I just know what I can do."

Crowley shrugged. "Don't be so sure, Harry."

Harry sensed a demon's feelings behind him. Nervousness, with a hint of determination. Harry pretended not to notice, and kept his eyes on Crowley. "Hey Dad, don't you think two demons isn't enough? I mean, it's barely even a challenge," and as Harry sensed the demon panicking, Harry turned and threw the knife, hitting the demon square in the back. Harry turned to keep an eye on Crowley, and found nothing but an empty backyard. He immediately dropped down to the ground, as he heard a swishing noise above him. He rolled away, and stood in front of his father once again.

"Is that all you got?" Harry asked cockily, as he felt a stinging in his hands, mouth and rear. In a matter of a few seconds, Harry looked like a hairless werewolf. His alternate form may not be pretty, but he was told as he got older, something would happen to make him unique among other cambions. Besides, it was effective.

Crowley shook his head. "This really isn't fair, you know."

Harry laughed. "No, Dad, it's not. In your own words, demons don't play fair."

Crowley turned around, grabbed Harry's knife, and turned back all in one fluid movement. Throwing the knife, he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Harry turned and grabbed Crowley by the throat, using his telekinesis to stop the knife behind him.

"I win," said Harry, then turned, dropped his knife into his hand, and walked inside.

Crowley laughed breathlessly and followed.

Inside, Harry had already grabbed the milk and cereal, and was pouring himself a bowl. He turned back to his father. "Want some?" he asked, holding out the box.

Crowley shook his head. "I'll wait for your mother. You ready for the trip?"

Harry nodded. "I just need to pack the last of my equipment."

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "You're going to school, not getting information out of a demon."

Harry shrugged. "Best to come prepared, right?"

Crowley grunted as he got one of the blood bowls down to talk with one of his demons. "Well look at the boy scout over here."

Lily came down the stairs yawning, and ruffled Harry's hair as she was passing by. "Ready for tomorrow, Harry?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Good."

Crowley looked up. "Harry, today we'll be disciplining a demon," he said. Shaking his head, he looked back down at the blood bowl. "Seems to think she can do whatever she wants, eh? Well, she's never seen my boy."

Harry grinned, and finished his cereal. Lily sat beside him. "Crowley, this is the third time this month. You need to find some other way to get them to obey you."

Harry looked up. "Dad, let's just kill her. She is of no more use to you."

Crowley nodded. "Good idea, but I say we give her one more chance."

Harry shrugged. "Ok. I'm going to go get ready."

Crowley nodded and kept talking to the bowl. Upstairs, Harry finished packing a few instruments that would have him arrested if anyone knew. Just another Tuesday in the MacLeod mansion.

~In Puerto Rico, a few hours later~

Harry and Crowley popped up in a flash of smoke, and were immediately led to a room by two demons. Inside, there was a woman tied to a chair, struggling to break free. Seeing Crowley and Harry, her eyes widened and panicked, struggling even harder. Harry was well known among the demons for being exceptional at torturing information out of disobedient demons.

"Well hello, love. Heard that you were collecting early, just came to check that everything was ok."

She spit in his face. "I get no action here! I get to collect every two and a half years or so! All the while, you sit up in your pretty mansion with a human and him." Harry grinned and twirled his knife.

Crowley shrugged. "Alright, how's this. If you can beat Harry in a fight, we'll let you go. If not, well," he smiled, "We get to have some fun."

The demon smiled, and soon the ropes were undone. Harry turned to his father and whispered, "How fast do you want it?"

Crowley turned back and whispered, "Make it quick.I want to check your pack before we leave tomorrow."

"Alright," said Harry, who then turned to find the demon circling him. He bent his knees a bit and held his knife in front. Suddenly, the demon rushed forward, pushing his knife away with telekinesis. Harry grinned and straightened up, spreading his arms. The demon narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but she couldn't refuse an opening like that. She jumped at him, her knife extended, and stabbed him.

Or so she thought. Looking down, she found she hadn't even scratched him. She stabbed him again, with no success. Looking up in fear, she found no pity in those green eyes. She also saw he wasn't even looking at her, but at something behind her. Turning, she saw nothing, and as she whirled around, she was stabbed in the arm.

Screaming in pain, she fell to her knees. Harry grabbed her by the same arm and hauled her back to the chair. Soon the chains were back on, and she was trapped.

Crowley grinned. "Good job, Harry," and turning to the demon, "Don't worry, we won't kill you. We're just going to show you who's boss, a bit."

Harry raised his knife and looked at his father. Crowley tilted his head and gestured toward the demon.

The demon's screams could be heard around the block, luckily, no one lived around there.

~After a strict warning, the demon agreed that she would not collect early in the MacLeod mansion, just a few moments later~

Harry and Crowley came into the kitchen, and Harry went up to bed. He wanted to be at full strength for tomorrow. Crowley went up to his and Lily's room. He found Lily reading, and with a few whispered goodnights, the house was silent once again.

~Tomorrow, Harry and Crowley traveled to Washington D.C. and then Portugal. When finally in Britain, a Muggle saw them, and yelled. Crowley killed him and they traveled to King's Cross~

"Alright," said Crowley looking around. "Your mother said to run into a wall between stations one and ten."

Harry looked at his father incredulously. "What?"

"I know. I don't know what she was thinking."

Harry looked around. Suddenly, he heard a British voice, a girl, talking to what he assumed were her parents. "Mum, Professor McGonnagal said to run into that wall!"

Her mother said, "Hermione, I'm not letting you run into a wall to get to a station."

Harry started walking toward the voices. Crowley followed, trusting that his son knew what he was doing. Harry came to a pretty girl with light brown hair, talking to her parents.

"Excuse me," said Harry courteously. The girl looked at him, as did her parents. "I heard you talking about getting to the station. You think it was this wall?"

The girl, Hermione, nodded. "Well, I think it is. I'm not sure," she looked at his pack, then back at his face. "Are you American?"

Harry bowed. "At your service, Hermione. How's about I test this, and if it works, I'll come back for you."

Hermione's face turned red and she mumbled something about doing it herself.

"It's fine," said Harry pleasantly. "I'm used to getting knocked about; if it doesn't work, it'll be just like every other morning."

Turning, he ran straight at the wall.

Turns out it wasn't the right wall. Harry bounced off, and his pack went flying.

Hearing a snort, he turned and found a red headed family passing by. The person in question was young, about the same age as Harry. Two twins turned back and helped Harry up. "That's the wrong wall, mate. You were one off," said one.

"Yeah, you need to run at that one," said the other, pointing around the pillar.

"Ok, thanks," said Harry, stretching. Hermione came up to him with a worried look on her face. "Are you alright?"

Harry laughed. "I'm fine. Thank you," he said, taking his bag from her.

The twins were squinting at him. "Are you American, mate?"

"Yeah, we can tell by your accent."

"Yes, I'm American. The name's Harry. What's yours?"

"Well, I'm Gred-"

"And I'm Forge-"

"Or, you can call us-"

"Fred and George."

Harry laughed. "Well, alright then. See you on the train?"

"Definitely," said the Twins, and they raced off to find their family.

Harry turned back to his father, who had been talking to Hermione's parents. "Hey, Dad, I know where we need to go."

They turned toward Harry, and followed him to the other pillar. Hermione grabbed his shoulder, and said, "Let me run at this one, Harry."

Harry shook his head. "No, all your stuff will fly out of the trolley if it's not. I'll come back and get you if it is the one." And with that, he ran at the pillar once again. Closing his eyes, he heard a whooshing sound and opened them, seeing a red train with people already getting on.

Rushing back, he said, "Hermione! We have to go, it's about to leave!"

Hermione turned to her parents, gave them one last hug, whispered a good-bye, and ran into the pillar. Harry hugged Crowley, and said, "Tell Mom I said bye."

"Will do. Good-bye, Harry."

"Bye Dad."

As Harry ran into the pillar, Crowley watched him go with a smile on his face.

"That's a good boy you've got there," said Mr. Granger.

"Yes he is," said Crowley proudly.

So, short, I know, but I want the train ride to have a bit more space in the story. So, here are the reviews.

SilverDragonflymoon: Yes, I love writing about Crowley.

Sakura Lisel: Good! Also, thanks for being the critic of the story. My friend writes fanfiction, and he says that while he gets flames, they never explain why they don't like it. You actually explain what's wrong, so thanks.

Ana Luisa: Lo contaré como un voto en mi encuesta.

Maya Langston: Good! And I know what you mean. This won't be Weasley bashing, but Dumbledore might be manipulative. Still, I can't make any promises. Like I said, I have no idea where this is going. I just love writing.

So, my poll has only 4 votes so far, 5 if you count Ana Luisa (Which I will), so go check it out! I'll be taking it down next chapter, so hurry! Thank you all! Gridline out.