Harry drummed his fingers on the edge of his desk going over paperwork in his office for IMP.

"Welp that's another sucker dead." Angel Dust said as he came in from a portal. "Kids today are just deaf, as well as fuckin' dumb."

Angel had been assigned to assassinate a Crip Leader in Detroit. Responsible for many horrid crimes including orchestrating the burning down of several apartment buildings with residents still inside resulting in the deaths of dozens of families.

"Can't say I'm sorry to see this bastard drop dead though. My old man may be a mob boss but he never burned down no apartment buildings. He always said people can't pay ya if they're dead."

Angle looked over to see Harry's thoughtful expression.

"Boss? Everything okay? Hello Earth to Harry?" Angel Dust extended his two extra arms and snapped his fingers on front of the owl teen.

Can I trust any of them? Harry was deep in thought. But he didn't know what where actual concerns and what thoughts where his psychosis' talking.

I know many of there parents where there that night. I heard their voices. Harry thought back to the battle between himself and Voldemort. When he heard shouts of "Master!"

Theo's father he definitely heard. He wasn't sure where Blaises mum fell in the grand scheme of things. The Parkinson's he knew where definitely a Dark family well established in the Death Eater ranks. He had a graph in front of him of his fellow Slytherin Classmates.

How much do I really know about them? Harry thought.

Greengrass

Parkinson

Zambini

Nott

They've been my friends for four years. But where they really? Where they just disarming me by gaining my trust? The only ones I really trust at that school are Professor Snape, Draco and Hermione. They have never lied to me. My classmates may have never noticed but I have picked up little white lies here and there. I noticed them talking together all last year in groups. Whispering excitedly together. Where their parents telling them their Dark Marks where growing stronger all year?

Then there where the older years. Students who had helped Harry study, complete essays with proper grammar and length, assisted with wand based magic as he practiced. What about Marcus Flint who had graduated the year before? Was he now among the Death Eater ranks out for Harry's life? Could he trust ANYBODY in Slytherin House aside from Draco at this point?

Snap snap snap snap

"Huh?" Harry broke out of his stupor to see Angel Dust looking down at him in concern.

"You okay kid?"

"Just thinking."

"Think too much like that you'll get premature wrinkles around yer eyes." Angel Dust flicked Harry's forehead playfully. "Come on, I'll take ya to lunch."

"Not at Valentino's club." Harry insisted as he got up and grabbed his jacket.

"Aw come on, their wings are fucking awesome!"

"The booth seat we sat in had a cum stain on it!"

"Just ads to the aesthetic."

"Of what? Being disgusting?" Harry asked as he closed his office door.

"I get 50% off. We can get appetizers."

"Fine. But I see one cum stain in our booth I'm leaving."

"They've been cleaning non stop ever since OSHA came in. Gotta say never expected Hell to give two fucks about workplace safety."

"Are we going to be safe when we go back?" Harry asked Draco.

"If we go back, we still have that hearing on the 20th." Draco reminded him as he sipped a blood cola. He had developed a taste for them.

"Right, the bloody fools." Harry said as he worked on a potions essay for Professor Snape.

knock knock "Dad I-" Harry opened the door to see Zepar naked and between Stolas' legs while Stolas mines on his back in bed against a pile of fluffy pillows. Zepars large tail feathers wiggling as his fat , white feathery ass moved in time with his slurping. Harry quickly slammed the door as Zepar looked behind him slurping his tongue out of Stolas' cloaca going "Hmm?"

"Probably just a servant my dear Lord Duke, back in you go." Stolas cooed as he gently guided Zepars head back between his legs, the obese cockatiels tongue making contact with Stolas' cloaca made the owl man go "HOoooo..." as his troubles melted away and he laid back in content.

Harry shuddered. Suddenly flashing back to when this happened last year.

Harry breathed. "Dads an adult, he's allowed to move on when he's ready. He's been getting close to Lord Zepar...Draco Draco Draco Draco!!!!"

Harry ran down the hallway.

He bumped into someone. Narcissa. Coming in from her late shift at Ozzie's, she often slept for hours during the day. Becoming quite the night owl, pun intended.

"Harry dear what's wrong your white as a sheet."

"Dads getting Cloacalingus from Lord Zepar right now." Harry blushed beet red.

"I see. Apparently I have to teach Lord Stolas the wonders of the locked bedroom door." The older woman said. "Come with me." She said taking his shaking hand. "Draco," She knocked on Harry's bedroom door to find Draco playing a single player game on Harry's VoxBox. Harry and Hermione had introduced Draco to video games the previous summer. "We all need to have a little chat. I'll go get the white boards."

"What's up?" Draco asked Harry. "Why is your face paler than usual?"

"I just walked in on Lord Zepar giving Dad Cloacalingus."

"What's that?"

"Basically the owl equivalent of a blowjob."

"what's that?"

"Right you didn't grow up in Hell." Harry reminded himself.

Narcissa wheeled in a white board from Blitzos dark office with varied color markers. "Boys sit down on Harrys bed, we need to have a wee little chat. Your both growing older and starting to change-"

Despite growing up in many conservative households in the wizarding community, witches where often taught the differences between wizards and witches at a young age before they went to school. Often with the same muggle diagrams that health instructors used to get them to understand what was expected of them upon their marriages. Mothers typically told boys about the Doxxies and the Pixies when they turn 15 or so and they start noticing their peers in different lights.

Narcissa called Harry's uncle Fizzorolli to be her assistant.

"Orgasms may be one of the greatest things in creation, but wrap up or get your partner pregnant or you may get one or more STDs, especially if they might be a succubus or incubus in disguise whose specialty is spreading STDs up on Earth." Fizzorolli told Draco. "Demons are immune to STDs. But not pregnancy." Fizzorolli told Harry. "So until you and Franc are ready for chicks wrap up that parrot dick got it?"

"Yes sir." Harry blushed .

"Your father may have betrayed us but he was never abusive to me or you." Narcissa told Draco. Treat your partner with respect and respect their boundaries. No means no, for both of you." She looked at Harry.

"Okay." Harry said nervously as he sat cross legged in his own bed. Draco occupied his desk chair.

"Right. There's nights I've told Ozzie no for various reasons and he always respects my choices in the matter."

"Got it, respect the partner." Draco said.

"Respect also goes both ways, if they say no you can say no too don't feel obligated to put out." Fizzorolli added.

After an all afternoon sex education lesson in the benefits of abstinence while young and making sure to explain properly how to use a condom with a cucumber from the kitchen, Fizzorolli hugged his nephew goodbye and left for Lust.

"Lock your bedroom door, you bloody horny twathole." Narcissa said as she dragged Stolas by hidden ear to his office.

"Please Cissy not the ear." Stolas pleaded as he was lead bent over through the hallway passing amused servants.

Harry had almost forgotten his original reason for going to see his father in the first place.

To be continued...

just another little blurb chapter while waiting for episode 4.