AN: Hi! I'm back with a new chapter of Luci's Little Brother! You could probably tell that, though, so... Anyway, I hope you like it! It's short, but that is because I'm at school right now. Leave me a review if you liked it!
I do not own the adorable-ness that is Luci, or the cutie-pie Harry Potter. They belong to Queen JK and Erik Kirpke respectively.
Giada Draven, out!
Once they reached the Great Hall, they stayed in a group and found their places at the Gryffindor table. There was a wide ring of empty seats surrounding them, causing many teachers to stare at them. After almost an entire minute, Umbridge came down from the Head Table to investigate. "Hem hem," she coughed, gaining the attention of everyone but them. "Hem hem," she tried once more, getting very annoyed, but all that answered her was a laugh from the trio. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, who is this?" her shrill voice broke through the conversation.
Lucifer gave her an unimpressed look. "I'm Harry's older brother, Lucifer." Like before, many of the more religious in the room flinched. McGonagall crossed herself, and Sinistra clasped her hands in prayer.
"Er, Luci?" Harry's voice broke through the silence. "I think you scared them." Indeed, it seems as if half of the room was either scared or frozen in shock. This made everyone focus on them once more, as Lucifer just shook his head and thought over to his brother, It's not like it matters. We'll be gone after this year, and you'll get a good education somewhere else. Maybe Durmstrang, or Uagodou School of Magic. Harry smiled a bit at that, knowing that Lucifer would make sure he went to the best school.
He steered them back to their previous topic, which was possible pranks they could pull without the twins knowing, as most people in the room continued to stare. Umbridge kept trying to get their attention, her 'hem hem's echoing loudly. It didn't work, as they marched right past her to go to their(Harry and Ron's) next class.
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Said class was Transfiguration. McGonagall taught the class like normal, but before they could leave she called Harry back to talk after class. Lucifer stayed with him of course, which McGonagall used to her advantage. She pulled out a silver flask and unstoppered it, throwing the contents of it on the duo. Harry just wiped his face with his sleeve, and Luci let out a disgruntled sigh.
"Really, professor? Holy water?" Harry asked. Quickly, he pulled out a silver knife and pulled up his sleeve, cutting himself to show that he bled red. Then he grabbed a thing of salt from his pocket and swallowed a pinch, a gulp of holy water racing after it. McGonagall nodded, then looked to Luci, expecting some confirmation of what he was.
He just shook his head. "Sorry, ma'am. I am not human, but you will be relieved to know that my vessel was not a person. My Father made the body for me, so that I could take care of my little brother." Then he ruffled Harry's hair, indicating his affection toward the other.
When McGonagall still looked suspicious, Harry vouched for him. "Professor, he is safe to anyone that doesn't try to hurt me. He is the reason that I am still alive and survived half of the things at this school." She relaxed, and they quickly wrapped things up, being careful to not mention the angel's name. They got passes, because the next class was starting in two minutes and was outside. Luckily, Hagrid was very understanding.
They quickly walked down the stairs, which helpfully took them to the Entrance Hall. The class was outside, and Hagrid looked incredibly uncomfortable with Umbridge standing nearby. Just as the toad made to jump down his throat and assign a detention, they held out their passes. Since they were only a minute or so late, Hagrid was able to hold the lesson for them and still fit everything into the lesson. He led them into the forest, to a large clearing, and whistled loudly.
Just as Malfoy made to poke fun of the half-giant, rusling could be heard, and the large chunks of meat Hagrid had brought with them began to disappear, one strip at a time. This was how it looked to those who couldn't see the thestrals, at least. Once they finished eating, they all gathered around Harry, nuzzling into him and causing him to laugh lightly.
The few that could see them, and knew what they were, were slightly disturbed. After all, these were creatures that could only been seen if you had witnessed death. They weren't supposed to be friendly. Little did they know, there was a divine reason for Harry's affinity with death.