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.

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Sicklydollt: Thanks for your kind words! I try really hard to put myself in my characters' shoes and think about all the angles of why they may or may not react in certain ways. So I'm glad to see that it's paying off. I really want to explore the deeper angles of Murdoc's personality, but at the end of the day I still want him to be the Murdoc that we all love/hate. So for me, it's super important to try and get his rough personality right and yet play on his past a bit to make him more relatable. As far as the pace, that's something that I've been trying really hard to practice with my last few fanfictions. I really don't care for rushed plots and in a story that will be as long as this one, I really don't think I'd be able to hit all of the points I want to if I cut anything out. I'm pretty dedicated to trying to make this the most detailed Harry Potter/Gorillaz fanfics out there and one of my goals is to have it arch across the entirety of both timelines. So I'm very excited, but this is going to take a looooot of planning. There are some nights that instead of actually writing the story I'm actually planning out my timeline with brief summaries. I hope you continue to enjoy!

Last Time:

"You'd do that for me? You wouldn't send me away?" Harry asked meekly, slowly sitting up and looking at the Satanist earnestly.

"No, I wouldn' send yeh away," Murdoc promised, secretly congratulating himself as Harry turned himself to face him more clearly.

"But how would you go about keeping me? If what you say is true then they already know I'm here and might try to send me back anyway," Harry pointed out logically.

"Oh, Ol' Mudsy has his ways," Murdoc smirked, giving Harry a calculating look. The young wizard got the idea that the older man already had something in mind and he wasn't disappointed when he was slyly asked, "Wot do you know 'bout blood adoptions?"

Chapter 5: The Blood Adoption

"A blood adoption…" Harry repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes at the other man's pointy grin. "And what exactly goes into something like that? It doesn't have a very pleasant ring to it," Harry asked suspiciously, slightly put off when the green man's discolored lips stretched wider. He had no idea that the more suspicious and inquisitive he was about this, the more his companion's view of him increased. Murdoc didn't want the kid to blindly accept things that were presented to him. The fact that Harry was already extremely distrustful of adults was just an extra motivation for him to want to help the kid.

"I'll be honest, it's not," he replied thoughtfully, leaning back against the wall a little as they continued to lounge on Harry's bed. "In fact, It'll prolly be painful as 'ell. But it would be worth it." His mismatched eyes flickered back to the young boy again as he straightened his posture in preparation to explain. "We'd 'ave to perform a ritual tha' would literally combine our blood. That's the painful part. I read in the book tha' in some cases it feels li' fire is scorching through yer veins. But then the euphoria of power hits when everythin' meshes just righ' and it releases yeh. It'd make us direct relatives an' would be legally binding. They'd 'ave no righ' ter be able ta' take you away."

Harry stayed silent a moment, thinking it over. Murdoc frowned a bit as a conflicted look reflected in those expressive emerald eyes. He knew it was a lot to take in for someone so young, but it was really the only choice they had. He vaguely wondered which part was upsetting the boy more, the fact that they'd be related or that they'd most likely be hurt in the process. He was therefor caught completely off guard by the boy's next words. "So… if we did this, you'd be like my father or something?" Harry asked, looking up at him. Murdoc was surprised to find that there was no disgust or judgment in his eyes, he just seemed to want to know. When Murdoc slowly nodded his head on confirmation, Harry's look became even more concerned. "But what about my real parents? Won't I be theirs anymore?" he asked sadly, confiding what he was truly fearful about. "I feel like I've finally gotten closer to knowing them even though I know you probably didn't realize it. When you told me the truth, I felt like I finally had some closure and was happy knowing that they weren't terrible people after all, you know?"

Murdoc let out a low sigh, this damn kid would make him soft if he wasn't careful. He so fucking innocent. "No Harry, you'd still be theirs," he said, watching as the boy gave him a relieved look. Curiosity still loomed within his bright green irises so the older man continued. "My genetics would be added li' a third parent, I suppose. I doubt your looks would even change that much ter be honest. You'd still be recognized by the world, I assure you. As fo' yer surname, you could stick to jus' Potter, or Potter-Niccals, or even jus' Niccals if ya' wanted. I could give a shi' less," he said with a shrug. "You pick yer poison with tha' one, mate."

Harry nodded, tilting his head a bit. He wasn't really sure what he'd go with. He definitely still wanted to honor his parents, so maybe a mix of both wouldn't hurt. He supposed it would depend on how he felt after the ritual was completed. He also recognized that this was a huge thing to offer. From what he knew of the man in front of him, he did not take offers lightly and normally seemed to be somewhat of a loner. To offer to become family with someone he barely knew was probably just as big of a step for him as it was for Harry.

Harry could see a lot of good aspects if he were to accept. He'd never have to go back to the Dursleys which meant that he'd no longer be treated as a slave and he wouldn't be beaten. They'd also given him a room of his own, which was something very dear to him. He already found himself bonding with his other housemates in the short time he'd known them. Russel was always on him about making sure he was eating and taking care of himself. Noodle and 2D were the first real friends he'd ever had. Neither one of them judged him and they always seemed to genuinely listen to him and enjoy his company.

Murdoc himself was also a huge deciding factor in this decision. The older man was so complex and at times terrifying. There were times that Harry saw him as he was now, a protector and an advocate for him to be his own person. But other times like what had happened at breakfast he showed signs of being a reckless drunk with a temper. The others seemed to have mixed opinions as well he had noticed. In fact, he wasn't even sure that the other band members actually liked their leader all that much. Most of the time they seemed to just put up with his melodramatic antics. But at the same time, he felt like he'd seen other dynamics to their relationships. Russel seemed to enjoy deep discussions with Murdoc when he was sober and would spend his time chatting away with the Satanist about music and politics. When Murdoc wasn't overly annoyed with 2D, Harry could almost see them as something similar to close friends or even brothers (though most of the time he had to squint to see it). Even small Noodle enjoyed the crass man's company at times. Just yesterday Harry had been amused, watching as she'd dragged him out to the landfill to hunt zombies with her.

Kong Studios and its inhabitants were very dysfunctional and yet they all fit together in their own strange ways. Harry had honestly never felt more at home in his life.

Suddenly his eyes shined in clarity and a small smile lit his features. Murdoc watched the change curiously, wondering what Harry had decided. They made eye contact, and the boy's eyes warmed slightly. "I've made my decision. I'll do it."

"Excellent!" Murdoc exclaimed, clapping his hands together before hopping up from the bed. "Then come with me. Everything we need's in tha' Winnie!"

"You want to do it now?" Harry asked with wide eyes, hurrying after him as they walked down the quiet hallway at a fast pace.

"Ah, well no time li' the present," Murdoc smirked, "Plus, if yer letter's already arrived here, they might come for yeh soon. It's best to beat 'em at their own game if ya' know wot I mean," he winked as they made it to the lift and descended.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Harry shrugged as he continued to follow along. In truth he was a bit surprised at this turn of events, but he couldn't fault the logic behind it. He really didn't want to lose what might be his only chance at a decent life away from his relatives.

"Here we are lad. In you go," Murdoc opened the door to his Winnie in a somewhat pompous manner and shoved Harry in. The boy's amused laughter could be heard as the rickety door slammed shut.

On the other side of the car park a pair of glowing green eyes watched the two and narrowed in distrust. The small tabby let out a hiss when the door to the infamous Winnebago closed them off from her view. Her silver tufts of fur were puffed out in alarm as she darted behind one of the many abandoned cars in the lot. A strange ripple of magic seemed to pulse around her body for a moment until the once beautiful tabby's body began to grow and elongate until an old woman in long green velvet robes with spectacles and a fierce silver bun on top of her head materialized. She pressed her back against the cold metal of the vehicle she was hiding behind and took several deep breathes as she tried to calm herself. Then she chanced a glance back at the Winnebago with a tight-lipped glare.

"Oh, I don't like this," she muttered. "I told Albus those Muggles were horrible, but now… This is not the place for a small impressionable boy like Harry. That Niccals will corrupt him if we don't do something." And it was clear by the serious look on her face that she truly believed that the older man was up to no good.

She quickly took out a slender piece of wood that looked like an intricately carved stick from a pocket somewhere deep in her robes before tapping it to her nose and transforming again as she skittered out of the car park and made her way to the furthest edge of the property line shuddering lightly as she passed some of the undead. Once there, she returned to her normal form and sneered. "What is this place? It wreaks of Dark Arts. Who knows if those are really zombies or if they are inferi," she muttered in disgust, dusting herself off before glancing back at the imposing building that was Kong. "Don't worry, Harry. We'll get you out of this place. I promise."

Then she vanished with a loud crack!

Meanwhile, Harry was looking around Murdoc's living quarters in fascination. This place was completely filthy. Aunt Petunia would have hated it – Brilliant! There were loads of rubbish and empty bottles scattered across the floor and ashtrays filled with old cigarette butts everywhere. The old ratty furniture had also seen better days, but even Harry could admit that it still looked rather comfortable. The only things that seemed to be well taken care of was a beautiful gleaming bass guitar that was balancing in its own stand and a bookshelf that was crammed with a bunch of books.

Harry raised he eyebrow at this because he hadn't pegged Murdoc for a reader. As he looked around he noticed everything was decorated in some sort of dark almost medieval way. Even though he could clearly see that this vehicle had some form of electricity, there were melted candles everywhere signaling that they were obviously used often. There was also a skull that looked like it had old leathery bat wings glued to it sitting on a nearby shelf (Harry had the urge to dust it because it was covered in cobwebs). A giant black cross was hanging upside down along the main wall in mage to the elder man's religion. Harry remembered back to Murdoc's tattoos the other day and suddenly wondered if the older man wasn't a Goth or something.

Murdoc ignored Harry's curiosity and let him have a look around as he made a beeline for the bookshelf. On the way he carelessly waved his hand over a few of the candles causing them all to light. Harry let out a small gasp at the display, still not used to the idea of magic as he turned his focus back to the green man watching as he picked up an old tome and flipped to the page he'd marked.

"Ah, 'ere we go. Adoptio Sanguis," he muttered, scanning over the contents and nodding to himself. Still staring at the book, he passed Harry and walked to the kitchenette where a rickety old pot was already being heated on the stove. Harry walked forward having not noticed it before and peered around Murdoc to see that some sort of purple liquid was already bubbling into it. "Don't 'ave any cauldrons currently," Murdoc explained, using his free hand to grab a nearby ladle. Then he closed the book with a snap and narrowed his eyes at his frothing concoction. "This'll do, we jus' need…" he trailed off with a frown before punching the wall, making Harry jump back in fright.

"Cortez, yeh bloody chicken! Ge' yer arse in 'ere!" he shouted before crossing his arms impatiently. Harry couldn't help but feel like the ill-tempered man looked more silly than he did intimidating considering he still had the ladle in one of his hands. A few minutes later, the great raven landed on the window seal and flapped his wings in agitation. "Aw, shove it. Yer fiiiiine," he griped before suddenly reaching out and plucking a feather before the raven had time to settle. Cortez gave an alarmed squawk and darted fussily over to the furthest corner of the room with his red eye glowing eerily in the shadows as he continued making unhappy clicking sounds with his beak.

Murdoc ignored him and presented the stolen feather to Harry. "The feather of a Raven forcibly taken," he explained before dropping it in to the brewing potion on the stove. Then he used his ladle to stir once clockwise and twice counter clockwise. Then he let the potion simmer as he began to change from plum purple to a bright magenta. "Now all that's left is our blood. It must be freely given. You sure you want ter do this, kid?" Murdoc asked him one last time, looking at him expectantly.

Harry gulped a bit, but nodded his head in ascent. "What do we need to do?"

"It's easy. We both cut our palms an' le' it drip into the potion while I do tha' chant that evokes the blood rites," he explained, pulling out two switch blades and flicking them open. When Harry gave him a disbelieving look, Murdoc huffed at him. "Wot? They're sterile. Take the damn thing already."

Harry quickly grabbed one of them and took a moment to admire the handle. His was black with red swirls. It wasn't a rare looking switch blade or anything like that, but he still thought it was pretty neat as he'd never been allowed to handle one by himself before.

"Okay, on the count o' three squeeze it and slash downwards on your palm. One… two… three." They both let out sharp hisses of pain as the smell of iron priced through the air. Murdoc began to mumble something in Latin as they both held their hands over the pot and allowed their blood to drip down freely. The potion started to glow again and Murdoc's chanting grew louder until the magenta liquid turned a deep crimson color.

"Now what?" Harry asked as he cradled his hand to his chest and looked up at Murdoc who had swiped two cups from a rusty strainer next to the sink.

"Now we drink," Murdoc said ominously as he poured them each a cup, his long tongue slither out the side of his mouth lazily. Then he clinked his cup with Harry's. "Bottoms up!"

Harry looked down into his cup with a grimace of disgust before following suite and chugging the still warm liquid. It tasted putrid. He fought back the need to vomit as he continued to chug the thick liquid. He'd almost made it to the bottom of the cup when the burning started. He heard Murdoc groan uncomfortably beside him, but he didn't bother to look as he dropped his cup to the floor and staggered against the counter. His veins suddenly felt like they were on fire. He dropped to his knees letting out a sob as pain encompassed him and he felt like he'd black out. Soon it wasn't just his veins that were bringing him pain, but also his body itself as he felt like he was being stretched and pulled to his limits. His eyes were also tingling, but he didn't dare open them as he felt his cheek touch the dirty carpet and let out a silent scream.

It felt like eons, though likely it only took a few minutes for the fire to die out and his body to calm minus a few twitches here and there. He was breathing harshly when he felt a pair of large hands help him sit up. He was trembling, he realized as he felt Murdoc plop down next to him against the cabinets.

"F-fuck," the bassist hissed, running a hand through his greasy locks as he tried to calm down. His green tinted skin was slick in perspiration and his heart has beating like mad. Whatever he'd been expecting, it hadn't been that kind of pain. Had he known it would hurt so bad, he'd have thought of a different way to accomplish this.

"Did it w-work?" Harry mumbled, gritting his teeth as his body continued to tremble from the after effects of the blood adoption. He'd finally opened his eyes and was looking down at his now healed hand in wonder. His eyes darted up to Murdoc and he frowned a little when he saw that besides looking horribly tired, Murdoc hadn't appeared to change at all.

"Oh, it worked alright," he affirmed, his mismatched eyes taking in Harry's slightly altered appearance. He'd been right, the boy did look nearly the same only now his body was slightly taller than he'd been before. It made him look more his age. His skin was just a shade darker now too, though it was barely noticeable. But the most startling change was Harry's eyes. They were still a vibrant emerald color – that had not changed. Only now there were thick black rings framing the outside of each iris making them stand out even more. It made the kids eyes seem like they were piercing through his very soul.

"Good, I don't want to ever do that again," Harry sighed, and Murdoc nearly chuckled as he realized that Harry's teeth were now slightly pointed, though they weren't nearly as pronounced as his own. "Why did my veins feel like they were cooking me alive?

"It's the blood adoption. I felt tha' way too. Fer me it was stripping some o' my blood away to give to you. Then tha' magic was eating away at some o' yers to make room, see? An' then yer body altered itself once my genetics were mixed with yers," he explained, then smirked outright at the youth. "Welcome ter tha' family, kid."

"Uh, thanks," Harry smiled shyly before carefully standing and yawning. "I'm so tired now."

"Ugh, me too," Murdoc agreed, his already baggy eyes drooping a little more. "It's prolly the process," he guessed, reluctantly getting to his feet.

"What will we tell the others?" Harry asked as he made his way to the door wanting very much to go back upstairs to his bed. He didn't care that it was probably only mid-afternoon. He was tired!

"Eh, we'll get to it when we get there," Murdoc waved him away as he slumped over on his comfy recliner. He'd barely landed on the beat up cushion before a snore escaped his mouth. Harry shook his head in amusement before slipping back out to the carpark. Surprisingly he didn't run into anyone on his way to his room.

Before collapsing on his bed, he took a moment to look over his new features and found that he kind of liked the new changes. If he wasn't so sleepy he'd have looked some more but he could barely stand up straight anymore. Giving in, he flopped down onto his bed with a sigh and let his dreams carry him away.

He knew there'd probably be a lot to discuss soon, but he'd worry about it later when he was more awake.

A/N: Dumbledore and McGonagall come to Kong next chapter! Will they be able to successfully take Harry away or will they be in for a surprise? I promise it will be very eventful! :D Cheers!

Sorry if this chapter was a little dry. I'm not very good at writing about potions so I just kind of made something up, lol.