Harry Potter and the Flip of a Niccal

By: KKM

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any associated characters. Harry Potter is © J. K. Rowling. I also do not own the Gorillaz or any associated characters/songs. Gorillaz are © Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett.

Comments: (Sorry, I kind of like it when authors answer back so I figured I'd try it lol)

TessaPanda: Thank you again and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Gummyrav2010: Yes, I think they'll be good friends. I was kind of trying to find something common ground for them. Since 2D would most likely be treated poorly by people who don't know about him and Harry is used to being mistreated I figured that was a good point for Harry to focus on instead of the "Holy crap, that dude looks scary!" kind of reaction.

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"…But you gotta' know you can't keep him, right?" he asked cautiously.

"An' why not?" Murdoc retorted sharply. "I captured tha' rest of yeh by less than savory means, why should this be any different?"

"For fuck's sake, use your head Murdoc. He's Harry Potter," he said as if that fact alone should have answered the question. "They aren't going to let a Satanist and his band of misfits raise their savior. You know that as well as I do," he said bluntly.

"If they find him…" he trailed off as Russel arched his brow at him and then sneered as he corrected himself. "Fuckin' fine! When they find 'im, I'll be prepared."

Russel knew a lost cause when he saw one and rolled his eyes, not caring if Murdoc could tell or not. "Whatever man, just don't get too attached."

Murdoc gave him an offended snort and flipped him off before stomping down the dark hall sulkily and leaving the drummer to his troubled thoughts.

Chapter 3: Freakishness and Magic

Murdoc had become very accustomed to people over the years telling him that he couldn't have the things he wanted. But he's made his living out of making the impossible possible. Fuck the rules, take what you want, and above all else always have a plan. That was his silent mantra ever present in his rather chaotic mind; evil genius at work he'd mildly joke.

But no matter what other people would say in response, at some point they'd all begrudgingly agree that his strategy had merit. It worked for him after his mom passed away and he'd found himself tossed away to his deadbeat dad and a brother that would rather beat him to a pulp than look at him. It had worked for him when he'd been denied his magical education thanks to a flawed system and told that he'd never amount to anything. It had worked when he was told that he'd never have a band that would be worth anything and would remain a starving artist until he rotted away into nothingness.

And yet, here he was.

He'd survived his abysmal childhood and had escaped his family's greedy clutches. He had found a different way to learn about magic in a setting where he wouldn't be judged for being too poor or having a shitty upbringing. He'd also found his own twisted way to get the best band he could ever dream of even if it was through highly unconventional methods. He'd done it all by himself without a lick of help.

If it could work for all that, then there was no reason it couldn't help him keep Harry Potter.

He was currently lounging with his boots propped up in a ratty old recliner that he'd somehow managed to stuff into his Winnie with a pensive look on his sallow face. The El Diablo was draped across his bare chest and every now and then one of his long discolored claws would pick at it absently releasing an out of tune trill that helped him think. A half empty vodka bottle was sitting on a crooked end table beside him along with an ashtray full of aging cigarette butts. In the dreary outdated lighting he looked the very definition of dark and brooding.

A small caw captured his attention and he watched as his familiar Cortez swooped down from the small window seal and landed on one of his dirty boots to stare at him intensely with glowing red eyes. If Murdoc was put off by the large raven's behavior, he didn't show it as his hooded eyes fixed onto the bird in bored disinterest. "Wha'? Yeh think you know the answer?" Murdoc grumbled, shaking his leg to rudely knock the bird off of him before taking another swig of his vodka and dribbling some of the burning liquid down his chest and onto the demon bass. His bass glowed red for a moment with a hiss as the spill seemed to evaporate before returning back to its normal wicked glory. "Oh, hush you," Murdoc crooned, giving the instrument an almost affectionate caress as he set the bottle down sloppily.

Cortez gave an indignant squawk as he lost his balance and fell onto the putrid rug below. But that didn't deter the wily bird as it hopped back up and bit Murdoc hard on his hand before darting over to a nearby bookshelf preventing the green man from extracting swift revenge.

"Oi! Yeh fuckin' flyin' rat!" the Satanist cursed, shoving the bass off his lap and jumping up with a menacing look in his mismatched eyes. He'd probably have said to hell with it and punched the damn thing for giving him a welt, but he paused as Cortez started pecking insistently at one book in particular. "Hn," he grunted thoughtfully, shooing the bird away before grabbing the book with an arched brow.

He'd never really cared touching this book in particular considering even just being around its stale anthropodermic bibliopegy binding gave him the heebie-jeebies. However it had been one of those rare things he'd come across in his travels that had been too good to pass up. He knew that if anyone'd ever caught him with it he'd most likely be in a world of trouble, but then that was half the fun with dark relics wasn't it? He gently ran his claw under the slightly faded title Sanguinem Vicibus Suis.

"You know," he drawled, turning his head back toward Cortez who was observing him carefully, "yeh may be on ter something." He returned his attention to the worn book and flipped it open, wincing a little as a wind seemed to pick up before settling out of nowhere and the lights flickered slightly. He quickly flitted through the pages skimming until about a quarter of the way through, he inhaled sharply and turned the book toward the raven tapping the page with interest. "An' there's our answer, my sweet," he chuckled darkly, his long sinful tongue hanging out over his jagged teeth.

Adoptio Sanguis – the permanent blood adoption spell.

He looked over the ingredients and what was needed for the ritual and nodded to himself. Yes, he could do this and even though it would be taxing on both parties involved, it would be legally binding. The actual ritual itself was completely illegal of course, but once it was completed there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do about it. He'd always found it pointless when things were outlawed in the action of but not in the aftermath of. However, this time he would make a happy exception and let the rule slide.

However, it would really be best if he could get Harry to be a willing participant. He knew how he'd been as a brat and so he was very aware that children could be stubborn and hold severe grudges. That wouldn't do for the future he had in mind. Maybe if he could get the boy to trust him…

His eyes strayed from the book and landing on a torn up yellowed picture of his father he'd kept for reasons he didn't quite understand himself. The bastard. Murdoc hated his father with a passion. His blood was boiling under his sickly skin just thinking about him.

He didn't want it to be like that with him and Harry. Did he think this would make him father of the year? Hell no. But they could at least get started on the right foot. After all they'd both be getting what they wanted, wouldn't they? Harry would never have to go back to his horrible relatives and Murdoc would finally have power and respect in a world that had tossed him on his arse as a kid. And if they found a mutual familial bond by the end of it, that was just an added bonus for them.

"Yes," he smirked, closing the book with a snap that caused Cortez to jump. "Then no one'll be able teh take'im away from me."

Meanwhile Harry was finally starting to wake up. He'd been so exhausted when they'd sent him to bed after their discussion that he'd slept all the way through the rest of the day previously and it was now the next morning. He opened his bleary eyes with a groan as he heard soft mewing beside him. Yawning, he reached out and gently ran his fingers through the soft fur of the silver tabby that was currently kneading its paws at his chest. "Mm, where'd you come from?" Harry asked it softly as he rubbed his eyes again before grabbing his glasses from the rickety old nightstand next to his bed. When he could see her better he smiled and admired her unique markings. "Well, you're a pretty girl, aren't you?" he praised kindly, rubbing under her ears and causing her to purr.

"Arrrrrry!" a voice called from down the hall and he could hear two sets of footsteps coming toward his door – one quicker and lighter than the other. The cat in his arms hissed at the door and dove out of his window before he'd had time to get a good hold on her. He blinked in confusion before sitting up further in his bed.

Just then his door was knocked open as the tall lanky blue haired man and the small ninja girl from the day before came trampling into his room. 2D stopped about half way in with a small bundle in his arms as Noodle ran the rest of the way and jumped onto Harry's bed with a flop. She grinned at his surprised face then looked back over at 2D who was also smiling.

"Hey there, 'Arry," 2D greeted, "We jus' wanted teh tell ya' Russ made breakfas'! I brough' some clothes for you. I may be tall, but I'm ratha' skinny so the pants shoul' fit I reckon. I think one of Noodle's shirts shoul' do the trick though." He handed Harry a pair of black jean pants that had obviously been cut with a choppy pair of scissors and a small shirt that was red with a T-Rex on the front.

Harry looked down at what he was currently wearing and his cheeks flushed red as he realized his already worn down pajamas were still covered in dirt and grime from when Murdoc had saved him from that crazy man in Spinner's End. "T-thanks," he said shyly as he carefully fingered the new clothes, appreciating that even though they most likely wouldn't fit they'd still be the nicest things he'd ever owned.

"I know it's no' much…" 2D trailed off with a frown thinking that they'd disappointed the small boy. "But it shoul' get ya' by until we can take yeh shoppin' fo' somefing proper after we eat."

"What?" Harry looked up from the clothes in surprise at the sudden sadness in the tall man's tone and shook his head with wide eyes. "Oh, I don't think there's anything wrong with these. You lot have done enough for me, really. I'm just grateful is all," he assured him much to the older man's confusion.

"Erm, Alrigh'," he replied in a strange voice and tilted his head as if to think it over.

"Hawwy-chan's silly," Noodle giggled before hopping back off the bed energetically and grabbing 2D's hand, effectively preventing him from being able to space off. "Toochie! Food! Onaka ga akimashita."

"Hehe, alrigh' love let's go," 2D laughed in amusement as he allowed himself to be tugged from the room. "See ya' in tha' kitchen, 'Arry!"

Harry waited for the door to close before he looked back at the clothing he was now clutching in his hands. These people were definitely odd, but they were being so kind to him. He wondered how their chores worked here. 2D had mentioned that they planned on buying him clothes and he knew that he didn't have anything to pay him back with so he could only guess what kind of indentured servitude they'd ask of him. Though it warmed his heart a bit to know that they would be much kinder than the Dursleys had been to him. In fact, he could see himself enjoying helping his new friends around Kong.

Now in a much better mood, he quickly discarded his soiled clothes onto the floor and tugged on this borrowed clothing. He had to laugh as he pulled the pants up that 2D had given him. Though the skinny garment had been cut into what would have been Bermuda's for 2D, on Harry they fit almost like regular jeans though the legs were still a bit long for him (he simply rolled them up a little) and instep was a little long for him. The shirt fit okay, but was a little tight on his shoulders and maybe a tad too short, but he could make it work. He peeled off his dirty socks from the night before and wiggled his toes a bit before shrugging and heading out toward the direction he remembered the kitchen being in.

"Good morning, Harry," Russel's cheery voice boomed as he finished scooping a generous portion of bacon and eggs onto a plate and motioned for Harry to take a seat. Harry looked at his plate greedily as the warm scent made its ways to his nose. He's always loved making bacon and eggs even though he was hardly allowed to eat any himself. He was practically salivating at the thought that the entire plate was his and not just the burnt leftover scraps. "Go on, eat your fill little man."

Harry bobbed his head in thanks before grabbing a fork and scooping up some eggs. When he took a bite he let out a pleased sigh and closed his eyes as he relished in the warm flavor. "Soooo good," he praised before taking another scoopful. This time he kept his eyes open as he looked around the table to see that Russel and Noodle also had their own full plates and there was an extra plate to the side presumably for Murdoc that only had bacon on it. When his emerald eyes roamed over to 2D's breakfast he paused in confusion. Instead of a hot steaming plate of food, the frail singer was eating a sugary bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Harry frowned and swallowed the rest of his bite. "Wait, did I steal some of 2D's breakfast? I can share!" he insisted, looking over at Russel in a panic.

"Hm?" Russel hummed absently as he poured Harry some orange juice and set it in front of him before tucking into his own meal without glancing at his band member's choice of meal. "Nah, don't worry about it. That's his favorite breakfast, man," then he chuckled through a bite full of bacon and added, "I know I was shocked too at first. I mean, who doesn't like a classic? But it's cool."

"He's right, 'Arry," 2D nodded, happily chomping on a spoonful of his favorite sugary treat. "'Sides, Imma Buddhist. I dun eat any meat," he explained easily before lifting up his bowl to slurp the milk. But before the bowl made it to his lips, the sound of a door slamming caused him to jump and the contents of his bowl sloshed all over him causing his hair to droop. He slouched and sat the now empty bowl down mournfully. "'Mornin' Mudz," he muttered, accepting a napkin Noodle handed him to mop his face with.

"That's disgustin' Tusspot," Murdoc jeered, looking not at all bothered as he sauntered to the table fashionably late and still shirtless. "Ah, Bacon. No' a bad way ter start the monin'," he said absently, giving Russ the closest thing he was going to get for a compliment as he munched on a greasy strip and eyed Harry who was still trying not to laugh at 2D (the singer really was quite drenched). "How'd ya sleep, kid?" he asked as Harry seemed to feel his stare and looked up at him with bright eyes.

"Really good," Harry told him much to all of their relief. They were aware that Kong wasn't the friendliest place to live sometimes. "I probably would have slept longer if that cat wouldn't have woke me up. But she was so sweet. Was she one of yours?" he asked innocently, trying not to stare too hard at the other man. He'd never been this close to someone with tattoos before and he didn't want to seem rude.

Murdoc had been about to take a gulp of orange juice, but when Harry mentioned the cat he made a strange choking sound and sprayed it at 2D, shocking everyone at the table, especially Harry who'd thought he'd been caught.

"Ugggggh, Murdo' did you pu' Vodka in this?" 2D complained, looking completely disgusted as he stood and tried shaking the offensive liquid off of himself accidentally flicking it at everyone's food.

"TOOCH-"

"Aw man, come one that's na-"

"SHUDDUP!" Murdoc interrupted causing all of them to go still. Once he was sure he had everyone's full attention, he looked over at a now very nervous Harry. "A cat you say? What did it look like?

"Um, I-uh don't know. Silver with some d-dark markings I guess?" Harry stuttered, shrinking back from the green man's glare.

"Murdoc," Russel intoned sternly, fixing his milky gave on their leader disapprovingly. "I don't care what cracker-ass cult you belong to – leave that cat alone. I still haven't gotten over what you did to Mr. Mittens. That shit was cold."

"Little prick deserved it," Murdoc bit back defensively, grabbing a piece of now soggy bacon with a sneer.

"Ignore him," Russ said, shaking his head. "He used to set fire to cats because he felt it was 'his civic duty' but I think we broke him of that habit a while back." This comment caused Noodle to start snickering and even 2D was trying to hide a grin.

"Set fire to cats?" Harry repeated in disbelief, glancing back at the Satanist who was now poking at his food silently. "What on Earth for? What happened?"

"Weeeeeelllllll, let's just say that Kong is one jacked up place. When things die here, they tend to come back with a vengeance," Russ said evasively, trying to add a bit of mystery to his story. The effect was promptly destroyed when 2D added to his plot.

"Theys came back teh life an' started chasing him 'round the carpark as flamin' cat-zombies! Neva' seen him runnin' around screamin' li' that before. It was hilarious."

"Watch it, Dents," Murdoc threatened, but didn't look too bothered by it. In fact if Harry had to guess, he'd say that the older man was trying to hide a grin of his own. After everyone had their laugh he finally rolled his eyes and looked back to Harry. "Afta' breakfast come with me. I wanted ter talk ta' you 'bout some stuff."

"Aw, Muds we was gonna take 'im fo' some clothes," 2D complained.

"He c'n still go. I jus' wanted ter talk for a minute," the Satanist assured him.

"Okay," Harry agreed, "Just let me get the dishes and I'll come with you."

"Nah, Noods and I will do them," Russel said, waving him off much to his surprise.

"B-but after all you guys are doing for me…" he trailed off uneasily.

"Everybody's gotta' eat, Harry," Russel reminded him before plucking his plate from him before he could protest.

"Okay, I guess," Harry blinked, then turned back to Murdoc. "I guess I'm ready now."

"Right," Murdoc said, wiping his greasy mouth with the back of his hand. "Come along, then."

He led Harry back to where the lift was, but didn't have it go down like Harry had originally thought it would. Instead he felt the old machine whir to life and carry them farther up until it could not go any further. Then once it stopped it opened to reveal a rickety looking stairwell. Harry followed in silence as they climbed up to a large steel door which Murdoc held open and allowed him to pass.

Harry blinked a few times as he was met with stale wind and clouds. He stepped forward and looked around realizing that they were on the roof. The view was rather intimidating considering that they were really high up but it was neat to be able to see the whole landfill as well as the old cemetery. Harry thought he saw movement and squinted a bit to get a better look. He let out a gasp as he realized there was a headless woman that kept walking into the support pole of the iron fence around the cemetery.

"There really are zombies here," he said in awed disbelief.

"Yep, real bonafide zombies," Murdoc agreed in an amused tone as he lit a cigarette. Harry watched him curiously, but when the man offered him a drag he shook his head no. "To each is their own, kid," he said with a shrug.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Harry asked calmly as they both leaned down to sit on the edge of the roof and watched the roaming undead below. Murdoc didn't answer him right away, choosing to take his time as he puffed on his cancer stick a moment.

"What did yer relatives tell ya' 'bout your parents?" he finally asked in a heavy voice. Beside him Harry stiffened and he offered him the cigarette one more time. This time Harry took it but immediately started coughing after he tried to inhale it and ended up dropping it off the side of the building by accident. "I have more," the Satanist shrugged, hiding his grin at the boy's apologetic look.

They were silent a while longer as Harry tried hard to gather his wits to talk about this. His parents had always been a hard subject for him. "They told me that my parents were drunk and died in a car crash," he answered in a small voice.

"That's a lie," Murdoc retorted easily and watched as Harry's surprised face turned to him.

"You knew them?" he asked hopefully.

"Not really. But everyone knew them," he said cryptically before turning and facing with a serious look on his face. "Your parents were murdered by a sociopath with a' superiority complex."

"Excuse me?" Harry's flushed cheeks paled as he looked the other man directly in the eyes looking for any hint of a cruel joke.

"I'm no' lyin' kid," Murdoc assured him, maintaining eye contact. "They were murdered by a twat who went by the name o' Lord Voldemort like he was some sort of spiffy ponce or something. Fuckin' coward is mo' like it. He went there and killed yo' parents, but what he really wanted was you."

"W-why are you telling me this?" Harry asked, tears streaming down his face as he started to tremble under the older man's gaze. "Why would someone do that?"

"I'm tellin' you cuz I want you ter fully understand the danga' yer in. I want you to survive because that piece o' shit's still out there somewhere. He was never caught. And you," Murdoc reached forward, carding Harry's bangs out of the way before tapping him on his lightning bolt shaped scar, "survived."

Harry's hand snapped up to his scar looking bewildered. "My scar? But how?" he questioned frantically.

"Magic," the Satanist intoned, his bloodshot eyes widening a bit for effect.

"Magic doesn't exist," Harry sneered, glaring back out toward the landfill. "You're just making fun of me."

"Am I?" he asked with a drawl, "Zombies don't exist." Even as he said it, Harry's eyes jerked to where the headless woman had now fallen over and was blindly crawling around in circles. "Didya' ever 'ave anything odd happen when you were little?" Murdoc asked slyly, watching as Harry's breathing became quicker as his whole perception began to shatter. Murdoc knew he was being a little hard on him about it, but the sooner he understood that magic was real the better.

"No." Harry said suddenly, giving him an upset look. He made to bolt, but Murdoc grabbed his arm before he could effectively holding him in place. "Let me go, I'm not a Freak!" Harry said between tears, looking like he was about to go off his rails.

"I never said you were a Freak," the older man said sternly. "But I am saying you are a wizard, Harry. Deny it all yeh want but those muggles can't hide yeh from reality forever."

Harry went rigid in his hold looking up at him with big glassy eyes as he listened carefully to the other man's words.

"The fact o' the matter is tha' shit stain is still out there somewhere lookin' for you. You can continue livin' in hiding or you can make something of yourself," he told him, mismatched eyes blazing. "Magic can be lovely," he waved his hand over a metal screw that suddenly jerked to life and became a tiny silver snake. Before Harry could wrap his mind around what happened Murdoc's fist closed and he heard a sickening crunch. When he opened his hand again there was nothing left but rust and metal bits. "Magic can also be terrible. S'all in how yeh use it. But I can help you with that."

"How do you know all of this?" Harry asked, watching as the particles were carried off into the wind.

"Everyone does. Tha's wot makes it so dangerous for you to no' know who you are," he said pointedly. "You're famous in the Wizarding world. Without protection you'd be a bribe away from bein' captured."

"And you can help me?" Harry asked in a tiny voice. It was clear that he still wasn't sure if he fully believed the older man or not.

"I can," Murdoc said, stretching a bit as he looked out over the desolate landscape. "But it will take time," he admitted.

"O-okay," Harry breathed, his emotions still feeling out of control as he tried to process all of this new information. His mind was so full he really didn't know what to think.

"Look kid, why don't yeh go ter your room fo' a bit and I'll tell the others we'll get yer shopping done later," Murdoc offered and Harry nodded gratefully still trembling a little. He watched as the small boy stood and made for the door that would lead him back to the lift.

"Thank you for telling the truth," Harry whispered, then he disappeared through the large door leaving Murdoc alone to his thoughts silently hoping he was doing the right thing.

A/N: Jeeez, this is waaaaay longer than I thought it would be. I hope you don't feel that Harry believed him too fast. I just felt that since Murdoc was already showing him things that aren't meant to exist as real that he'd probably accept it faster if not need to go think about it kind of thing.

Also, I know Noodle doesn't really have much of a personality right now but it's just because we're in Phase 1 and she doesn't speak much English. I'll try to work on that, sorry. She's very important later on in the other phases.

Let me know what you think!