A/N I can't believe how many reviews I got on the first chapter! Keep up the good work guys, and I'll do the same.
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"On September first, you will be sorted into Gr- your house, then you will stay in that House's dormitories, take History of Magic, Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, and Astronomy and take your OWLs." Albus told Daemon while writing on a piece of parchment that he had brought with him.
Daemon raised an eyebrow at him before speaking.
"I have a better idea, how about on September first, I miss the train and the sorting, I'll stay at my home, take a leak every now and then, and take a personality quiz on how badass I am." He said in all seriousness.
Sirius snorted and everyone turned to look at him.
"What?" He asked. "It was funny."
"Come now, Harry-"
"My name is Daemon. D-A-E-M-O-N. How freaking hard is that to understand?" Daemon glared at the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who shuddered. You definitely didn't want to be on Daemon's bad side.
"My apologies, Daemon." Albus said. "Now as I was saying… You need to come to Hogwarts; you need your Wizarding education."
"I believe you've said that before." Daemon stated coolly while crossing his arms over his chest. "You need to come up with a better reason other than "You need your education" what kind of bullshit is that? I can go anywhere for that, Hogwarts isn't the only Wizarding school in the world, you know. It's not even the only one in Scotland."
Albus was silent for a few seconds while he digested Daemon's words. He was right, of course, there are other schools. But, he couldn't just tell Harry the truth. 'But it looks like I'm going to have to. Some of it at least…' Albus thought to himself.
"You are right, Daemon-"
"I don't like you calling me Daemon…" Daemon said thoughtfully. "From now on, you may only call me Mr. Blood. Capice?" Everybody turned to Albus. Tonks was particularly excided to see his reaction, it wasn't everyday you met someone who could make Albus' annoyance show.
"Of course, Mr. Blood." Albus wondered just how Harry Potter had gotten the name Daemon Blood, but didn't know if he actually wanted to know. "The reason why we need you to come to Hogwarts is… We need your help. We are losing the battle against Lord Voldemort; it is only a matter of time before he takes over the Wizarding World."
"So…you" Daemon gestured to Albus. "Want me" He indicated himself. "To defeat the Dork Lard so that you all can live happily ever after?" He finished incredulously.
"Dork Lard?" Tonks asked him.
"What, you think I'm going to call him a Lord? What did he ever do to gain my respect?" Daemon answered. "Now why can't you defeat him on your own?"
"Everything the Order has tried has failed. He knows what we are doing before we do it." Albus said, looking saddened.
"Well," Daemon started. "It sounds like you have one of or all three things going on. One: Moldyshorts is Psychic. Two: You have a leak. And three: You're too predictable."
Albus looked shocked.
"You can't tell me you've never though of that." Daemon demanded.
"Err…" Albus couldn't think of anything else to say.
"I think I just felt my IQ drop ten points…" Daemon muttered but everyone heard him anyway. "Look, this chat was nice and all, but I have a job to do. So... I'll be on my way…" He said while standing and getting ready to disappear.
"Will you be at Hogwarts on the first?" Albus asked quickly.
Daemon smirked. "We'll see…" He said before disapparating with a small crack, leaving six stunned people behind.
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It was loud as the older students entered the Great Hall, the topic of decision being the headline news in the Daily Profit that morning: The mysterious death of Emilia Hasting, a chair holder of the Wizengamot and a high influenced Ministry official.
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat and stool in front of the Head table and the Headmaster turned toward the line of first years entering the Great Hall.
(A/N I can't remember the song (Or names) and I don't know where my copy of OotP is. I'll put the song (And the right names and Houses) in when I find the book)
When the song came to an end everyone clapped as the Hat bowed. McGonagall called the first name.
"Ackley, Rose." A little girl ran up to the stool and the Hat was placed on her head. After a few moments the Hat called out:
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The Hat was taken off of Rose's head and she sat down at her table.
The sorting continued with the older students clapping when their Houses name was called. Finally, the last person was sorted into Gryffindor and Albus stood.
"There is a time for speechmaking, and this is not it. Tuck in!" The food appeared on the tables amongst the cheers of the students and there was a clatter as they helped themselves.
About fifteen minutes into dinner the doors banged open to reveal a person draped in shadows. As he –for it was a male- walked into the light the people sitting near Albus could hear him let out a sigh of relief.
"Daemon, my boy, I'm so glad you could make it." Albus said standing up to greet this 'Daemon'.
"Call me your boy one more time and I'm leaving." Daemon stated while he walked up to the Headmaster, causing gasps around the Hall. "And what did I say about calling me Daemon?"
"I apologize, Mr. Blood, I did not mean to offend." Albus told him as Daemon came to a stop in front of him.
"Okay, I'm here, what now?" Daemon asked, looking rather bored and crossing his arms over his chest.
"You will be Sorted now, then you will sit at your House table and sleep in your House dormitories. The Prefects will show you where they are." Albus informed the newcomer.
"And how exactly am I to be 'Sorted'?" Daemon drawled, putting an emphasis on Sorted.
"Minerva?" Albus turned to the Deputy Headmistress, who nodded and left through a door next to the Head table before coming back with a raggedy old hat and a three legged stool and setting it down next to Daemon.
"You will sit on this stool and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head and it will say which House you will be in." McGonagall said.
"You're going to put that lice infected thing on my head?" Daemon demanded.
"There are no lice Mr. Blood." Albus said amusedly.
"And how do you know that?"
"There is a charm that deflects them." McGonagall stated shortly and indicated for Daemon to sit on the stool.
Daemon let out a groan but did as told, positively glowering as the Hat was placed on his head.
"Well, hello Mr. Potter." The Hat said in his ear.
'Excuse me for correcting you, but my name is Daemon Blood, and I do not take kindly to being called by a name I've never known.' Daemon thought back.
"Of course. As I was saying… I was expecting you five years ago. But I see you never received your letter, shame, it would have been a lot more fun with you around."
'Aren't you supposed to be Sorting me?'' Daemon asked impatiently.
"Right, right." The Hat muttered. "Well, you have courage, ambition, not that much loyalty, and are intelligent. So where to put you… You would be a credit to any House, but none would be one to you… How about I put you in the House that needs your help the most?"
'If that's what you think is best.'
"Okay. And try to remember not to scare them too much." The Hat chuckled. "Well, good luck in…HUFFLEPUFF!"
Daemon took the Hat off and sat at the table with the yellow and black tablecloth and started to pile food onto his plate.
He had to admit though, the stares were getting annoying. Daemon turned to the person sitting next to him and the one person who was more interested in his food than the newcomer.
"Am I really that good looking to make all these people stare at me for fifteen minutes?" He asked his House mate.
"No," The unnamed boy answered. "I think they are because you're so ugly that they can't stop staring at the train wreak that is your face."
Daemon grinned. "I think we're going to get along fine."
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A/N sorry for the shortness of this chapter, I couldn't think of anything else to put in it.
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