Hello, one and all to another chapter. Last time we Harry made some friends, got sorted into Gryffindor, and wrote a letter to his family. This time we'll be looking at his first day in his classes. But first, some Q &A's.

Sakura Lisel: I think it's time to address it in the story. So you will get your answer.

Guest: I will admit that was a mistake on my part because I got Magne and Mange confused.

"RandomName41: Yes, God would be Harry's grandfather as Archangel Michael and Azrael are his Uncles. And I remember that Fic. A lot of jumping.

Vayne: it's a combo of books and Movies. Like I might think a book version did it better than the movie and vice-versa. If that answers your question.

With those answered, Let's dive right into Hell!

Chapter 5: First Lessons

"Come on, Harry! We're going to be late for class," Ron said as he and Harry were running around the castle as they were late for Transfiguration.

"Where the hell is the class?" Harry asked aloud as he ran beside Ron. If there was one thing Harry hated, it was being late to class. In his elementary years, he never would be late to school or classes. Otherwise, his parents would hear about it, and seeing their disappointed faces was something he never wanted to see again. But his best excuse here was that there were no clocks around to tell time, no warning bells, and he was new to his schedule.

"I think it's this way," Ron pointed as he pointed the way. To their relief, they saw the rest of their class started to write on their own as Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be seen. Only a cat was sitting on the desk, which Harry and Ron thought was probably the teacher's actual pet. "Made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" As if he spoke too soon, the cat jumped off the desk and magically transformed into Minerva McGonagall herself. Ron's mouth was wide open while Harry was wide-eyed with amazement. "That was bloody brilliant."

"Thank you for that assessment, Mister Weasley," McGonagall said, seemingly happy to show off her abilities to new students. "Perhaps it would be more useful if I transfigure Mister Magne or yourself into a pocket watch? That way at least one of you can be on time," she said to the boys.

"We actually got lost," Harry defended himself. But the look on the Scotswoman's eyes was that equal to his father's in response to the poor, yet justifiable excuse.

"Well, perhaps a map then. I believe you don't need one to find your seats," she countered as they both didn't argue with her and found their seats.

However, before Harry actually got in his seat, he turned back to the witch. "Hold on. Did you turn into a cat before everyone showed up or did you just wait for somebody to be late so you could do that?"

The professor only gave a small smirk, which told Harry that it was only for her to truly know. Taking his seat at the wordless response, McGonagall began the lesson. "Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn in Hogwarts. Any messing around in my class will leave and not come back," she said to all of them as they scribbled down their quills. She demonstrated by changing her desk into a pig and back again. The students were all impressed by this, but they were not going to transform the furniture into animals just yet. Instead, they were going to turn matches into needles to start. By the end of the simple lesson, both Harry and Hermonie made a difference in their matches. To Harry, this was mere child's play as he did memorize some more advanced spells with his parents or tutors after being told of his heritage.

"Now Harry, your first test will be to turn that table into a Chimera," Lucifer instructed an 8-year-old Harry as he pointed to a small coffee table.

"I don't know dad, this seems complicated," Harry said.

"Oh, don't beat yourself up over it. You'll do just fine," Lucifer laughed as he patted him on the shoulder, handing him his cane to use as a focus tool. "Now, look upon the target. Concentrate and envision the thing you want it to turn into. And say the magic words!"

Harry did and waved the cane around, but instead of it turning into a living Chimera, he instead turned it into a wooden Griffin statue.

"Oh, so close," Lucifer said, disappointed that it wasn't exactly what he meant, but was impressed at the quality of the statue. "But I didn't expect you to do something this impressive on the first try. Great job, Harry," he said as he snapped his fingers, transforming the statue back into a table and making his cane appear back in his hands.

"But Dad, it wasn't even what you told me," Harry complained that he didn't get even close.

"That's why practice makes perfect as your mother always says. But like I said it was good quality and in an animal no less," he said, twirling his cane around. "We'll keep doing this, take a break from time, then continue. And if you don't master it, there are your other subjects to focus on."

Harry had to agree since Hell wasn't built in a day. Neither was him mastering spells before he even started school. "Alright, let me try again," he said as the cane appeared in his hand again and he kept using the transfiguration spell.

"Well done you two," Professor McGonagall smiled at her two Gryffindors. "Five points awarded each to Gryffindor. I expect all of you can learn a thing or two from them," she said as the rest of the class continued.

The rest of the subjects weren't too bad for Harry as the days went by. Charms were simple enough and he already had practice with those sorts of spells before. Herbology was a cakewalk thanks to Prince Stolas for the Goetia Family. Neville seemed to show some keen interest in the subject as well and seemed to know a bit more than Harry about plants from the Wizarding World in comparison.

However, Harry had to say that Magical History was the most boring class he ever took since he didn't recognize the names or got them mixed up because they sounded the same. The ghost that acted as the subject's teacher didn't help at all because of how he seemed to drone on. Harry almost thought that he was trying to literally bore most of the class to death in order to have some company. Hell's history was far more interesting than what Harry was hearing. Heck, non-magic history was far more exciting than this.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was a very interesting subject to Harry, though Professor Quirrell didn't seem to be the best teacher for the job. Not to mention the smell of garlic was nauseating. As he went through the introductory lesson in that class, Harry skimmed through parts of his book to see what would be covered through the year and recognized several of the mentions due to living in Hell. Thinking he would do well in this class, he would check the topics out more in his free time.

Eventually, the only subject he didn't take part in for his first year was Potions, which Gryffindor first years had to take their first lesson with Slytherin House's first years in the Dungeons. Surely the bat of a teacher wouldn't be too boring for the Prince of Hell. Especially since Harry remembered what Percy Weasley told him at the banquet after the Sorting Ceremony about Professor Snape originally wanting to be the Dark Arts Defense teacher.

Some of the students were muttering about how 'Harry Potter' was in the school. Suddenly it just occurred to him. How did everyone know about him? He was in Hell for all his life so how did they know about him? Luckily for him, Hermione sat next to him and could ask her before Snape came into class. "Hermione, how does everyone know about me? I haven't exactly been public, so to speak. Why is everyone calling me 'Harry Potter' at times? I know about the whole thing with… You-Know-Who, but why is it that everyone knows of me even when my mother brought me home with her?"

The bushy-haired girl was a little surprised at the young wizard as he did manage to know stuff about himself but didn't even know his full history. "If you must know. Since You-Know-Who fled, rumors spread that a boy who was only one year old somehow defeated the most powerful dark wizard that walked the Earth. But after finding his birth parents dead and no child, witches and wizards around Great Britain wondered what happened to him, spreading different rumors around until three years ago, someone said the Boy Who Lived had been seen. They described him having dark hair, green eyes, and most importantly, a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead," she told him.

'Dad probably had a hand in that," Harry thought to himself. "So no one knew where I had gone?"

"No one," Hermione repeated.

Harry was surprised at that information but was soon snapped out of it when the door opened and Professor Snape marched into the classroom. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," he told the students as he stepped forward and faced the children. "As such, I don't expect any of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few… who possess the predisposition… I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses," Snape said as he gave some focus to Draco Malfoy, but still spoke to the entire class as he went on to explain the capabilities of potions, which captivated Harry as he started to take notes on what Snape was saying. "I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death," he said before seeing that Harry was writing instead of focusing on him. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention."

Hermione had to elbow Harry to make him stop writing and look up at the teacher. When he saw that Snape was giving him a dirty look, Harry put his quill down and looked at the wizard who seemed to favor the color of grease and oil for his attire. "Sorry," Harry apologized as he started paying attention.

"Mr. Po- Magne," Snape corrected himself, remembering to address Harry by his current last name rather than the one he was born with. "Our new celebrity," he said quietly, but everyone's attention was on him and Harry. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Immediately upon hearing the question, Hermione's hand shot up and she gave a quiet gasp. Harry turned to see that his friend knew the answer, but he also realized that Snape was only asking him. Despite having practiced in his other practical classes, Harry had little know-how about potions and he only shook his head. "You don't know? Well, let's try again," Snape said in response. "Where, Mr. Magne, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

This time, Harry did have an answer to the question. "A bezoar is a stone-like mass that's normally found in the stomach of an animal. Normally a goat, but sometimes you can find one in a human depending on their medical condition and diet," he replied.

Hermione, the students, and even Snape were surprised by Harry's answer before the professor continued his quiz. "Hmm... And tell me, Mr. P- ahem… Mr. Magne, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane," Snape asked, nearly calling Harry 'Potter' again, but hid it by clearing his throat.

"There's no difference between them. They're the same plant, Aconite. It's used to help fend off werewolves, but can be a common allergy to demons like Hellhounds," Harry said, remembering times he saw dog-like demons and sinners in Hell reacting to the plant.

Snape gave Harry a strict look as the Boy Who Lived finished answering. "Correct on the bezoar and aconite, but you still have much to learn if you believe the plant can affect Hellhounds on its own," the potions master stated.

"So do you, Gruber," Harry mumbled quietly, remarking on Snape's similar appearance to the villain of Die Hard.

"Since you don't know what the mixture between powdered root of asphodel and wormwood makes, I'll elaborate. It creates a sleeping potion so powerful it's known as Draught of Living Death," he said to the class, especially to Harry. "Well? Why aren't you writing this down," he asked the class as they started to write.

For the first half of the class, they took whatever notes on what potions Snape talked about that would be appropriate for their grade level. However, when the second half had everyone put those notes to practical use with mixing a basic potion together, some of the students were berated for several rookie mistakes such as grabbing the wrong ingredients or not measuring everything properly. Overall, Harry thought the subject was fun, but Snape's attitude toward him seemed to poison that feeling.

After a few days of classes and even writing to his family, Harry and his friends were at the Gryffindor table for breakfast and going over their schoolwork. One such classmate, Seamus Finnigan, was attempting to cast a spell. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water into rum." However, it appeared that his Irish accent wasn't allowing the spell to take immediate effect and he continued to cast it again.

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water," Harry asked Ron.

"Turn it to rum," Ron answered. "He actually managed a weak tea yesterday befor-"

Suddenly, an explosion was heard and Seamus had some ash on his face and the water in the goblet boiling as most of the Gryffindor table laughed at him. "You might want to focus on the pronunciation of your spells, Seamus. Looks like an accent can be tricky for some of them," Harry remarked as he handed the Irish wizard a cloth to clean up with.

"Noted. Thanks," Seamus said as he cleaned the ash off his face.

Soon, the Great Hall heard the sound of screeching, hooting, and other sounds of birds. "Mail's here," Ron said as he looked up, showing Harry the Owl Post's delivery method of the various birds brought by students or supplied by the school. Multiple breeds of owls of many sizes came flying through the hall as they carried letters, newspapers, magazines, and packages in their beaks or talons. Dropping them with careful aim, several students were able to catch their mail while others chose to land close by to deliver them.

One such was a familiar barn owl that landed next to Harry, who noticed the bow tie around the bird's neck, which allowed him to carry two letters while a pocket watch dangled carefully in his beak. "Thank you," Harry said as everyone looked at the bird when they weren't opening their own mail.

"What's with the bow tie on your owl, Harry," asked Hermione.

"Is he going on a date," Dean Tomas asked as some of the other Gryffindors laughed.

"This is actually my sister's owl. She must have wanted to send him when I sent mine," Harry told them as he opened the letter from his sister using his miniaturized sword. As he did, the letter seemed to be enchanted to speak in Charlie's voice, which made it so everyone at the Gryffindor table could hear.

"Dear Harry.

Mom and Dad are glad to hear how your classes are going. They agree with you not being able to keep track of time, so Dad's giving you one of his old pocket watches until you can go shopping for a new one yourself. He also seemed to have taken a liking to Hedwig and my new owl despite some typical grumpy dad stuff, like when you get a cat for home and he begrudgingly becomes attached. He even helped me figure out his full name. Owlphonse Hootcifer Morningstar. Mom actually liked the middle name for him and he's been a real snuggle bug at home. Mom doesn't mind, though. I also thought he'd look cute with a bow tie to match me and dad. Also, Dad is calling your house the 'House of Pride'. If you need anything else, let us know and we'll do our best.

Your loving sister, Charlie.

P.S. Dad placed a charm on Hedwig and Owlphonse so they can travel home and back without trouble from anyone."

Harry smiled as he read the note and fed the barn owl a slice of bacon. As the bird enjoyed his treat and the girls of Gryffindor admired how adorable Owlphonse looked with the bow tie, he looked at the pocket watch. It was silver with an ornate pentagram design and some lettering on the side, but Harry knew what it meant. 'All men sin. So my eyes can see.'

"That's a nice watch you got," Ron said as he glanced at the watch. "Hang on, is that…"

"I know what you're thinking but it isn't," Harry told his friend as he quickly put his newly acquired watch into his pocket.

The red-haired boy shrugged as he saw Harry about to open his mail until Ron noticed the miniature sword. "Bloody Hell, Harry! What is that?"

Harry stopped as he looked at the miniature sword in his hand and told him what his dad said. "A letter opener."

"A letter opener that glows?"

"It was a gift from Dad," Harry explains while opening his second letter.

When the letter was opened, some glittering purple dust shot out of the letter and formed a circle that floated in the air like stardust. Inside stood a tall, thin, pale man with dark and graying hair. However, Harry saw that rather than a human, the figure he saw was actually the owl demon prince, Stolas. Alongside him was a teenage girl who shared her father's skin tone and eyes but had black lipstick on and a beanie with a tiara design. "Harry, it's so good to see you. I heard from your father and I'm glad that you could use my present when you needed it," said the man. "Are you doing well in your classes?"

"Dad, I'm sure that Harry would be fine with those books you gave him," said the girl, rolling her eyes.

"Always best to double-check, Octavia. You never know if he wants a little extra tutoring," Stolas told his daughter.

"Fine. But I still think he's doing well enough on his own, Dad," Octavia told her father.

"I'm doing good, but maybe I could use a little help on some potion making," Harry said, surprising everyone when the two figures responded as if it was a call on a phone or something similar.

"Ah yes, potions can be quite tricky with all the details needed," Stolas remarked. "I accidentally made a tiny mistake on some fertilizing serum that made one of my plants grow legs and had a rampage around the city. But it turned out alright for everyone. So, what would you like to start with?"

"I-"

"STOLAS! YOU SLEPT WITH THAT FUCKING IMP AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU!"

Upon hearing the angry screaming, the entire Great Hall turned to see what was going on if they didn't see the starry window already. Harry was taken aback as he remembered the only woman who could screech that loud; Stella, Stolas' wife.

"YOU FUCKING CRETIN! USING THE SAME BED WE SHARE!? I'M GONNA CUT OFF YOUR D**K THAN ****** AS I WILL CHOP IT INTO MORE PIECES THAN,******* YOU TO *****"

"I'm so glad I charmed this to prevent anybody from hearing too much," Stolas said while Octavia started to walk away, probably to get away from the noise. "Best to continue later when I'm not being threatened with a broken vase, Harry. Goodbye for now."

When the starry circle vanished with a 'poof', everyone looked at Harry awkwardly. "What? Like you have perfect families?" At that, everyone returned to what they were doing and the Gryffindor Table decided to check their mail while Owlphonse flew off.

"Hey look, Neville's got a Remembrall," Dean Tomas said across from Neville as he held a glass looking sphere.

"I read about those. When the smoke turns red, when you've forgotten something," Hermione explained as the smoke in the sphere did indeed turn red.

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten," he said.

"Maybe that's why you forgot," Harry said jokingly as was looking at the newspaper while the Gryffindor students laughed. "Try remembering what you do have, then work backwards from that," he advised, then saw something in the paper's moving pictures. "Holy crap, somebody broke into Gringotts! Look," he showed both Ron and Hermione who were sitting close to him. "Believed to be the work of dark witches and wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins while acknowledging the breach, insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact, been emptied earlier that very same day," Harry read before realizing something. "That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to with my mom and sister."

After hearing that, Ron and Hermione were just as curious as Harry since there was an attempted robbery at one of the most secure wizarding banks ever. But it seemed like Hagrid's errand for Dumbledore that day meant that the theft was prevented. Whoever was after the contents of the vault, which Harry knew only had one small item, knew what they were searching for. This made the three wonder what it originally contained. "Do you know what was in there?" Ron asked his friend.

"Not really. It was just something small that could fit in somebody's pocket," Harry replied.

"Well, no use in worrying about it now. We have a special lesson today," Hermione reminded the boys as she went to her notes.

Later that afternoon, many of the first-year students from each of the houses were in the courtyard with broomsticks in front of them when one of the teachers marched by with authority. "Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Madame Hooch," the students said in unison.

Madame Hooch was around 40 years old, had spiky gray hair like feathers, and her eyes were a shade of yellow. With those details, she made the first years think of a hawk in human form. Harry even wondered briefly if she could transform into one like McGonagall could do with a cat form. "Welcome to your first flying lesson," Hooch said as she looked at all the 11-year olds. "Step up to the left side of your broomstick. Stick your right hand up at your broom and say up," Madame Hooch instructed the class.

"Up," they all said. When Harry did as his teacher said, the broomstick immediately shot up into his hand. This surprised a few kids as they were struggling or it took them a few tries.

"With feeling," Madame Hooch told them as some students were able to get their brooms into their hands.

"Up! Up! Up!" Ron commanded as the broom hit him in the face. Harry, Neville, and Dean snorted at the red-haired boy as he held his face. "Shut up," he told his friends, almost laughing himself like he thought it was funny. Soon, he and several others decided to skip the magic and just pick up their brooms by hand.

Madame Hooch looked to make sure all the students had their brooms in their hands before she continued. "Now, once you got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it and grip it tight. You don't want to be sliding off the end," she told them as everyone mounted their broomsticks. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off the ground hard. Keep your brooms steady, hover in the air for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. Ready? 3, 2," she instructed, then gave a light blow of her whistle. As the 'fweet' sound was heard, Neville was floating in the air first but was getting higher and higher with a panicked look on his face. "M-M-Mr. Long- Mr. Longbottom, get back down," Hooch said with a stammer as she clearly looked worried for the boy in the air.

"Get down, get down!" Neville tried commanding his broom, but it wouldn't listen to him.

"Come back down this instant!" Hooch barked.

"I don't think he has control of it," Harry said as Samael popped out of his robes to see what was happening.

The boy was flying in all directions as he hit the castle walls, then did an aileron roll near the ground before getting too close to the crowd of students. "Mr. Longbottom," Hooch warned as she had her wand at the ready, but saw Neville was coming in too fast. "Kids, dodge!" At their teacher's warning, everyone jumped out of the way as Neville's broom charged toward them.

Passing under an archway, Neville ended up shooting into the air before doing a loop until his robes got caught on the spear of a statue. He was glad that he finally stopped, but he was still stuck in the air. "Help," he called out before he felt his robes ripping. He looked up to see that his robes were torn apart, then he yelped as he fell toward the ground. Luckily, he got caught again by an unlit torch and it lessened his fall. As he slipped out of his robes and fell onto the ground, Neville landed on his arm and the kids gathered around to see if he was okay.

"Everyone out of the way," Madame Hooch told the class as she ran to Neville who was moaning in pain as the gray-haired teacher inspected the boy. "Oh dear, it's a broken wrist. Come on, up you go," she said as she slowly lifted the first-year Gryffindor up to his feet. While everyone was focused on Neville, Draco saw something on the ground and picked it up with a smirk. "Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch."

As Hooch left, Draco chuckled as he tossed Neville's dropped Remembrall in his hand. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would have remembered to fall onto his fat arse," Malfoy said as many of the Slytherins laughed.

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry ordered as Sam hissed at the blonde Slytherin.

While Sam hissing at him worked before, it didn't scare Draco this time as he simply glared at Harry. "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find," Malfoy said as he started to fly away from the crowd. "How about on the roof," he said while circling everyone, then hovered high above the crowd. "What's the matter, Magne? A bit beyond your reach?"

Harry initially thought that he would easily get Malfoy kicked out of Hogwarts, but he realized that a smug brat like the Slytherin would have influence and it wouldn't happen if he tattled. Instead, Harry decided to continue with his dad's advice. "Hang on, Sam," he told his snake. As the serpent went back into his robes, Harry mounted his broom once more.

"Harry, no way. You heard what Madame Hooch said," Hermione warned, thinking that Harry would get in trouble. "Besides, you don't even know how to fly."

"First time by myself," Harry corrected as he took to the air with ease as if he was meant to be in the air.

"What an idiot," Hermione said as she knew at least one of the boys was going to get punished.

When Harry flew to face Draco, he glared at the boy while reaching into his pocket. "Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom," Harry exclaimed, pulling out his 'letter opener' and holding it in a threatening manner.

"Is that so? You're going to do it with a letter opener," Malfoy taunted, but watched as the item grew in size to become a full-sized sword. "...where can I get one of those," Malfoy questioned with wide eyes, slightly impressed by the blade before he dodged Harry swinging it with the flat of the blade aimed at him. Rotating on the broom while Harry swung, Draco avoided getting hit and it forced Harry to turn around. "Have it your way, then," Malfoy said as he held up the glass ball, then threw it as hard as he could.

Seeing the ball fly through the air, Harry quickly shrunk his sword to its previous size and had Samael grab it in his teeth before speeding toward the Remembrall as fast as he could. The sudden burst of speed shook Draco a bit as he watched Harry chase after the magical item. Harry watched as the glass orb was being pitched at a tower and he sped toward it, stopping just in front of the window so he could successfully catch it before it could shatter into pieces or break the window.

Professor McGonagall was doing some work in the room when she was surprised by Harry in the air outside, spinning around as he caught the Remembrall. As Harry tossed it in his hand with the satisfaction of saving his friend's gift from home, McGonagall watched as the boy headed back to the crowd below. They cheered for him as they ran toward him and congratulated him for an impressive catch. But as they did, McGonagall appeared in the courtyard and stepped toward the crowd. "Harry Magne? Follow me," the Transfiguration professor said to Harry, making everyone wonder if the boy was in trouble.

Harry followed Professor McGonagall through the halls of Hogwarts, still carrying his broom from class until they were close to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. "You wait here," she instructed him before stepping toward the classroom while Professor Quirrell was giving a lesson that seemed to involve an iguana. "Excuse me, Professor Quirrell. Can I borrow Wood for a moment?"

"Oh, y-yes. Of course," the DADA said as an older Gryffindor boy stepped out of his class.

Professor McGonagall and the boy returned to Harry as he wondered what was going on. He thought for sure that he would be expelled for what happened, but was confused as an upperclassman was brought into the situation. "Magne, this is Oliver Wood. He's the Gryffindor House Quidditch captain. Wood, I have found you a new Seeker," McGonagall said with some excitement in her voice.

Oliver Wood looked over Harry as if judging what he was like. "He's definitely built like a Seeker. I'll show him the ropes later," Wood said. "It'll be great to play with a full team this year."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, confused by what was going on. "I thought I was in trouble."

"In any other circumstance, you would be," McGonagall said before elaborating. "But being able to catch a Remembrall like you did was a very impressive feat of flying talent. I'll explain everything to Madame Hooch." Mentally sighing in relief, Harry was glad he got off the hook. "I'll let Wood handle your introduction to Quidditch on the weekend. For now, return your broom and go to class."

"Thank you, Professor," Harry said as he went back to class.

"Seeker? You made the Quidditch team as a Seeker in your first year," Hagrid asked as he poured a cup of tea for Harry as he, Ron, and Hermione were in Hagrid's hut just outside of the Forbidden Forest.

"Yeah, Professor McGonagall said I have to be the youngest Seeker in a century," Harry pointed out as Fang, Hagrid's giant black boarhound, slobbered on his robes while laying his head on the boy's lap.

"Well, you beat yer birth father's record, that's fer sure," Hagrid laughed as he sat down with the three kids, placing down a plate of crumpets.

"Harry, I didn't know your dad was a Seeker," Ron said excitedly before taking a bite of the treat, only to moan in pain as it felt like trying to chew on a rock.

"I never knew," Harry admitted.

"Considering what happened, I don't blame ya," Hagrid said. "James Potter was in his second year, I believe. He tried out for the Quidditch team as a Chaser and as a Seeker. Did well in both, but stuck with being a Seeker when they had enough members on the team."

"Fred and George are on the team, too," Ron said while feeling if any teeth were loose from the well-done treat. "They're Beaters. Their job is making sure nobody gets bloodied up too much," he said after seeing his teeth didn't need any immediate removal.

"Might want to write to yer family, Harry. I'm sure they'll want to hear the news," Hagrid suggested.

Even though Harry didn't know much of the game yet, he did want to tell his sister and parents about what happened and the information about his birth father. Maybe they would be interested in the game like the rest of the school. "Yeah, I think they will like that," Harry mused before he saw some paper nearby and pulled out his quill. Writing up the note to his family, Harry wondered what if they would write back as soon as possible.

"Dear Mom, Dad, and Charlie.

I'm still doing well in my classes so far. However, Professor Snape, the Potions teacher has something against me even if I'm passing. I'm getting along with some of the students in the other Houses except for the Slytherins. But I'm mainly writing this letter to tell you that I made the Gryffindor Quidditch team and I'm their new Seeker. I don't know what the game is, but it seems to be a big sport here. Hope all is well at home.

Sincerely, Harry."

Reading the letter over to make sure of no errors or anything he forgot to add. Satisfied with it, he rolled up the parchment and placed it in his robes so he could go to the owlery for Hedwig to send later. "Better get going. We don't want to be late getting back to the castle," Hermione said as she stood up.

"Thanks for the tea, Hagrid," Harry said.

"Might want to get baking powder or something, though," Ron said as he looked at the crumpets.

"Duly noted," Hagrid said after giving a taste of his treat and actually agreeing with Ron about them. "Now go on before you get detention for staying out too late."

The three Gryffindors headed up the stairs to the Owlery, as many owls resided there. "Now where are you," Harry scanned the place looking for his snowy white owl. "Hedwig," Harry called out to the bird. The snowy owl flapped her wings and descended to her owner. After Harry gave the bird some affection, he gave her the letter and Hedwig immediately flew off to deliver it. Harry watched as Hedwig flew off into the distance. When she was out of sight, Harry knew that the enchantment his father used on the owls he and Charlie owned would let them go to and from Hell without being harmed or detected by either realm's denizens. "Okay, let's go," Harry said.

"Thank you," Ron said, feeling a draft from the tower. "I can't stand the smell any longer than needed."

As he said that, one of the nearby owls felt insulted and screeched at him. "Try not saying that in front of them," Hermione said as she and Harry rolled their eyes at the redhead's comment, then started to leave ahead of him.

As the three went through the castle grounds, Hermione started to explain more about some of the history of Hogwarts and eventually even brought up Harry's birth parents. "It's like she knows more about you than you do. It's kinda spooky," Ron remarked as the trio went up a staircase.

"At least I know enough about the family I was taken in by," Harry said. Suddenly, the stairs started to move in a different direction while the three were still on them, making them jerk around and grab the banister for balance. "What's happening," Harry asked.

"The staircases change, remember," Hermione explained.

"Let's go this way," Harry led them to the door that was in front of them and opened it.

Inside, they saw that the room was dark and covered in cobwebs. "Does anybody get the feeling we are not supposed to be here," Ron asked, creeped out by everything.

"That's because we're not supposed to be here. This corridor is on the third floor. It's forbidden," Hermione stated.

"Then why wasn't that door locked," Harry asked, wondering why they didn't choose to lock a forbidden hallway.

"Perhaps Mister Filch passed by here already with the key," Hermione guessed.

As the three were about to turn back, looking at them with red eyes at the doorway was Mrs. Norris, Filch's pet cat. Knowing that the caretaker would be close by if his pet cat was close by, they ran toward the dark hallway to avoid being caught and unfairly punished for an honest mistake. As they got close to several pillars, flames erupted from the top of them to provide illumination as the fire stayed lit. "Quick, through that door," Harry said as he noticed a door at the end of the hall. He was pulling the handle up but it was unable to move. "It's locked!"

"That's it. We're done for," Ron said, fearing the worst.

"Oh, move over," Hermione said as she pushed Harry aside and pulled out her wand. "Alohomora," she said, which cast a spell that magically unlocked the door for her. "Get in," she told the boys as she entered the room.

"Alohomora," Ron asked as he closed the door behind himself and Harry.

"Standard Book of Spells, chapter 7," Hermione explained.

Harry had his ear to the door to listen for if the coast was clear. He heard Filch asking if his loyal cat caught anybody, but from the tone of both, it seemed like everything was fine for the moment. "Filch is gone," he said to the others.

"Probably thinks this door is locked," Ron guessed.

"It was locked," Hermione reminded him.

"And for good reason," Ron said in a scared voice as Harry and Hermione stared at what he was looking at.

Sitting right in front of the three was a gargantuan brown-furred three-headed dog that looked like it was big enough to hit its heads on the ceiling. The dog was taking a nap, but it was starting to wake up as it got on all fours and started to growl at them. Both Ron and Hermione screamed as they were ready to leave the room, but Harry just stood there and started to glare at the beast. As Ron and Hermione tried to get the door open, Samael popped out of Harry's robes and hissed at the beast. After seeing the snake, the dog seemed to lose the aggression it had and only looked at the glaring Harry.

Then, to the surprise of his friends, Harry began to scratch the dog's giant heads without getting eaten by the massive canine. "Who's a good dog? Who's a good dog? Is it you? I bet it's you. It's definitely you," Harry said as he saw the beast as nothing but a regular puppy. The three-headed dog was now panting happily as it started to lick Harry's face. After it did and covered Harry in slobber, it rolled onto its back and Harry began to give it a belly rub. "You're a big boy, aren't you? Aren't you? Good boy," he said as he rubbed the dog and scratched it.

Ron made a face as he was flabbergasted by what Harry was able to do, but Hermione's attention was on what the dog was rolled over onto. "Harry, what the bloody hell are you doing!? Let's get out of here," Ron exclaimed.

Seeing that his friends were concerned with not becoming the beast's next meal, Harry sighed in disappointment at not being able to stay with the dog like the 11-year-old he was. "Stay," Harry commanded the dog, who seemed to listen for the time. When Harry and his friends left, they locked the door behind them and nobody would even know they were in the room unless they saw all the dog spit on Harry's face and clothes.

As the three went back toward their dorm, Ron and Hermione were wondering what happened with Harry and the monster that would have used each of them as dog treats. "Harry, you mind telling us what that was all about?" Ron questioned.

"Oh, my family made sure that I could handle all sorts of magical creatures when I was enrolled here, so one of the lessons my dad gave me involved his guard dog," Harry explained. "He had three heads like that one, too. But way bigger."

"Bigger than that thing?! What kind of Prison is he guarding? Hell?" Ron questioned, making Harry stifle his laugh as his friend was 100% correct.

"Good one. But yeah, he said that it was one beast I should look out for and had me use Kirby for learning to protect myself," Harry stated.

"Kirby?"

"Your dad, the prison warden, taught you to do that to a giant dog," Hermione questioned before using a spell to help clean Harry up so nobody noticed anything.

"Actually, the belly rubs were my sister's idea," Harry replied, remembering when Charlie interrupted his original magical creature lesson. "You'd be surprised what else they taught me," he said after getting all the slobber off him.

"Still, what do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school," Ron questioned, wondering why there was a giant dog in a locked room of a forbidden corridor.

"Didn't you see what it was on while Harry was playing with it," Hermione said.

"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was more worried about the heads! There were three and each would have used us as a snack," Ron said, not worried about anybody overhearing them in the common room as it was empty.

"And I was too busy giving him belly rubs," Harry admitted.

"It was standing on a trapdoor. It wasn't there by accident," Hermione stated.

"How do you accidentally trap a dog like that in there," Ron questioned.

"It's guarding something," Hermione clarified.

"Guarding something? Would make sense," Harry pondered.

"That's right," Hermione said. "Now, if you two don't mind, I'm getting ready for dinner, then bed. I don't want to be involved in another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled."

Watching Hermione head to her room, Harry and Ron looked at each other, questioning what she said. "She needs to sort out her priorities," Ron voiced. Harry only nodded in agreement before they went to their room for Harry to change before dinner.

And that's the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Big thanks to WaterDragonMaverick for editing and ideas. And DarkscytheDrake for checking everything. So yeah, Harry would get a lot of answers correctly as he was raised by the devil, the mother of monsters, and help from a member of the Ars Goetia. Some of the plotlines are going like the books and movies with twists here and there. But I'll try not to make it seem like the books and movies all the time. I did enjoy Harry having a connection with Fluffy since Cerberus, aka Kirby, is basically Hell's guard dog. So with that logic, Harry would be taught about how to handle beasts like him. However, he's also 11 and Charlie's brother in this story. He'd definitely react like that to a giant dog if he's already encountered one before. Also, small shoutout to the Youtuber AAAirsoft Media for the small shout-out for this story as he reviews DWARS Hellvia Wizard fic. Anyway, please Review, Follow, and Favor this story along with my other stories. Please no flames. See you all in Hell next time.