Hello, one and all again. I am glad a lot of people are enjoying this Fanfic. Close to 300 follows and favorites, and getting close to 100 reviews. I never thought it was going to be this popular but I was wrong like so many other fics. Since there is not a lot of Q&A's I might just have to just answer Moby Dude. I have no idea what blood adoption is. Now back to Hell we go!
Chapter 7: Halloween
Snape stood there in surprise at this information the Headmaster of Hogwarts was giving him. He knew something was off about Harry's sister, but he didn't expect this. "Harry Magne was adopted by royalty from Hell itself," Snape questioned, still trying to process everything. "And it so happens to be the Devil himself?"
"Fallen angel, technically," Dumbledore said as Fawkes flew onto his shoulder and the headmaster simply stroked his bird gently.
"And the girl that claims to be his sister is the daughter of Satan?"
"Lucifer. Apparently, Satan's a different demon," Dumbledore corrected.
Snape put his hand to his chin as he thought over everything that happened over the days Harry was in Hogwarts and the visit by Charlie. "Then her appearance was all because she has magic that can break through the enchantments the school has?"
"Her father personally visited me to inform me of Harry's enrollment," the headmaster replied. "It doesn't surprise me that she has similar power to him."
"Who else knows of Mister Magne's family," Snape asked.
"Lucifer was insistent that I keep as few people informed of Harry's relation to him as needed," Albus said. "As of who knows, Hagrid is currently the only one outside this office who has been told of Hell's royal family taking in the son of Lily and James Potter. But between you and me, I wouldn't be surprised if Minerva figured it out on her own."
"Then we shouldn't have any issues with the other teachers. But we both know Hagrid isn't always the best when it comes to secrets," Snape said as he knows the gamekeeper wasn't the quietest when it came to sensitive topics.
"That is true, but he has been careful thus far. We can trust him to stay quiet about Charlie and Harry's home," Dumbledore stated.
Severus Snape nodded as he accepted what Dumbledore was telling him. "Very well. But when she appears for the first Quidditch game of the season, she better send a normal letter ahead of time," Snape said, not wanting another dramatic entrance without warning.
"I think she knows now. But for Lucifer, I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up this instant," Albus said as he eyed the room in case of the fallen angel's presence.
"Though, I do have to ask one thing. Why send him to Hogwarts? I'm sure royals like them have private tutors for such subjects. In fact, I'm sure it's far safer down there than here at this school," Snape questioned.
"That I cannot answer. Maybe he thought it would be best to have him with children his own age. Make him socialize more with others? Perhaps get in touch with his heritage," Dumbledore guessed. "I do agree with Hell being a safe area for Harry in his youth. Even Voldemort fears death. And if he were to know of Hell being real, there's no doubt he would be powerless before the royal family."
"So he's using him as bait," Snape asked, not wanting to see Lily's son be used as a tool.
"I do not believe so," the headmaster said. "As much as Lucifer wishes for Voldemort to belong where he deserves for all his sins, he's not the type to put his son in peril willingly. The fact the boy is alive despite what exists in Hell is a testament to that. I even fear that if Harry were to be harmed drastically, we could face the wrath of Hell itself."
Snape's body language became stiff as he thought of various demons being unleashed from Hell or worse, only Lucifer himself going on a rampage to avenge his son. "We should also keep an eye on him, in case he decides to get himself into danger. I would hate to see the powers of Lucifer first hand."
"Severus, as much as I agree with you, we can not keep our eyes on Mr. Magne all the time," Dumbledore explained to the Potions Master.
"Very well, let us hope Magne has very good behavior. I would hate to see him behave just like his biological father. That will be all, Headmaster," Snape said as he bowed to Dumbledore before he left. However, he stopped himself as he turned his head slightly. "I would keep an eye on Quirrell as well. I don't fully trust him."
"I have my doubts about him as well, Severus. But for now, let us continue teaching the students," Dumbledore told Snape as the Potions Master gave a nod. Before Snape exited the Headmaster's chambers, the older wizard had one more thing to say. "Oh, one last detail."
"And that would be what?"
"Harry has in his possession a rare snake native to Hell. Do not be alarmed if you see it popping out of his robes from time to time. I notified the other teachers of this pet earlier without revealing its true origins, so you may see Mr. Magne with it in public more often." The Potions teacher nodded in acknowledgment before leaving the office, leaving the headmaster alone with his phoenix. "I feel as if something will come in the late future, my old friend," Dumbledore said to Fawkes.
Charlie did enjoy the weekend with her brother and promised to check up on him through letters and when no one was looking, a call on his Hellphone that was safely hidden away. Harry was improving a lot since coming to Hogwarts. He was mainly getting good grades in his classes and tolerating history when he could. He was getting passing grades on his homework while also having lessons with Wood on Quidditch as the autumn weather of October set in. Harry did feel like the practice broom he was using was not going to cut it for the matches. Fred & George told him that the brooms the school used were very worn out and the bristles were all twiggy. But even so, he was doing well with the broom he was using for the moment.
Soon, it was the morning of Halloween and Harry was making his way to the Great Hall. It was also a bittersweet type of day for him since it was the day his biological parents were killed, but it was also the day his family took him in. On this day, which Charlie affectionately refers to as Harry's 'Gotcha Day', Lilith would send a gift to him that she found on tours of Earth when she was performing or traveling. Last year, she was touring Germany and brought him a fancy German beer stein for decoration at home, but it also gave his dad an excuse to play polka. 'I'm so glad mom and Charlie have better taste in music,' he thought to himself as he took a seat across from Ron.
"Happy Halloween, Harry," Ron greeted before seeing Harry's expression. "Something wrong?"
Harry just shrugged in response before speaking up. "Halloween's always been bittersweet to me. My birth parents died on this day, but it was also when my family took me in."
"That sucks," Seamus said as he grabbed an apple for breakfast.
"Yeah, but my mom usually likes to cheer me up by giving me a present from one of her tours," Harry said as he tried to put on a smile.
"She really is a caring lady, even if she's traveling," Lavender Brown said. "By the way, what's the name of her band? I bet she's not as popular as the Weird Sisters."
'You have no idea,' Harry thought as he remembered packed stadiums in Hell chanting for Lilith to show up. Soon, he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar screech and saw Owlphonse flying toward him with a package in his talons. As the barn owl passed over, Harry caught the package when it was dropped. A letter was attached to it as he read it first.
"Dear Harry,
This may be the first day you won't be home on Halloween to celebrate when we brought you to live with us, so I brought you some items I got while I'm on tour. I hope you enjoy them. The band also says hi.
Love, Mommy."
"P.S. Me, your father, and Charlie will be coming over to see your first Quidditch match in November. If anything changes, we'll let you know."
After reading the letter, Harry set it aside and started to open the package Owlphonse carried in while he landed next to Ron. "Speak of the devil," Ron remarked.
'More like his wife,' Harry thought to himself with a chuckle. As he opened the box, he pulled out the first of the items Lilith sent him. "Cool. Some manga from Japan," Harry said as he placed copies of 'Jojo's Bizarre Adventure' on the table before digging through the box some more.
Seeing the books, Hermione took a quick look at them. Seeing they were meant to be read the other way, she glanced through the first part of the first book and had one thing to say. "You can read Japanese?"
"Yeah. My family is multilingual. English, French, Japanese, German, Spanish, you name it," Harry told her just before he grabbed colorful figurines that resembled a snake, owl, butterfly, dragon, and coyote. "Speaking of Spanish looks like she got these from Mexico."
"What are they," Ron asked just as Minerva McGonagall walked past.
"Those are alebrijes. They're meant to represent spirit guides in Mexican folklore," she explained. "You can learn some of this in Muggle Studies, Mr. Weasley. But it's not until you can choose electives for third-year classes."
After the head of Gryffindor gave the quick lesson, Harry grabbed the final item from the package his mother sent him. "Wow, a Thunderbird figure," Harry said as he pulled out the small toy model. It let out a small screech as small bolts of static electricity came out of the wings, then it started to take off and fly around.
"Wow. Your mom went all out," Neville said as he watched the model bird fly over the Gryffindor table.
"She does what she can," Harry said as he started to put all of his stuff back in the box when the Thunderbird toy landed. When it did, he tapped the box with his wand and used a spell his father taught him to teleport his gifts to his bed in the dorms. "Okay, can somebody pass the sausage," Harry asked as he was in the mood for breakfast.
After breakfast, several of the first-year students were in Charms class with Professor Flitwick. The diminutive man, who Harry guessed was part goblin the first time he met the teacher, stood on a large stack of books as he spoke to his class. "One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation. Or the ability to make objects fly," Flitwick explained. "Do you all have your feathers," he asked. In response, Hermione enthusiastically held her own large white feather up. Seeing everyone with their supplies, Flitwick continued to instruct his students on the lesson. "Now, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. The swish and flick. All together now," he told the class as they repeated 'swish and flick' and copied his wand movement. "Good. Oh, and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then," Flitwick stated before letting everyone attempt the spell on their own.
'Too easy,' Harry thought to himself as he waited to see what everyone else would do first as almost everyone was pronouncing it wrong.
"Wingardium Leviosar," Ron said before frantically waving his wand like he was trying to swat a fly.
Seeing this, Hermione stopped him. "No, stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out," she told the redhead. "Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's 'Levi-osa', not 'Levio-sar'. Professor Flitwick said to enunciate."
"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron retorted, wanting to see if Hermione could do it.
Wanting to prove she wasn't all talk, Hermione cleared her throat and moved her wand as previously instructed. "Wingardium Leviosa." With the spell said clearly, Hermione pointed at her feather and lifted it into the air for all to see.
Everyone stopped their attempts and saw the feather flying in the air, which made Professor Flitwick laugh in excitement. "Oh, well done! See here, everyone. Miss Granger has done it! Oh, splendid," Flitwick exclaimed while Ron only sulked against his books.
Seeing that Hermione was able to accomplish the spell, Harry was about to cast the levitation spell for himself before he saw Seamus continuing his attempts. "Wingard Leviosa. Winga-"
While Flitwick congratulated Hermione, an explosion sounded off in the room as Seamus was covered in soot and ash while his eyebrows were burned off. "I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor," Harry remarked. "Maybe something to help get Seamus his eyebrows back too."
After class, everyone was going around the castle grounds and Seamus rubbed where his eyebrows used to be. Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus were walking out of Charms class as Ron started to mimic Hermione. "It's Levi-osa, not Levio-sar," he said as the three boys gave out a chuckle. "She's a nightmare! No wonder she doesn't got any friends," Ron said aloud only to be bumped from behind. The one who bumped into him was Hermione, who looked like she was about to cry and ran ahead of the boys. This made the Prince of Hell slap his best friend in the back of the head. "Ow! Harry, that hurt! Why'd you do that?"
"I think she heard you," Harry said in a deadpan tone.
"Honestly, I was expecting your snake to bite me or something," Ron remarked. "Where is he anyway?"
"Shedding his skin back in the dormitory," Harry replied. "Gotta let him deal with it himself. He won't even be in the mood to try eating any of the other pets."
"In the Dorm? Shedding? Eww, I hope it's not where we are sleeping," Ron said as he was grossed out.
"It'll mostly be my bed, anyway. Even if you do deserve finding white snakeskin on your pillow," Harry stated. "You should go and apologize to her."
"Alright, alright. I'll apologize when we're in the Great Hall," Ron said as he rubbed the back of his head where Harry hit him.
When Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall, they saw that the area was elaborately decorated for the holiday. Bats were flying all around the stormy illusion of the ceiling, the floating candles were replaced by Jack-o'-lanterns, and the tables had many different treats and candies for students and staff to enjoy. The smell of pies, cakes, doughnuts, fresh apples, roasted potatoes, and sweets of all kinds filled the air. They both sat across from one another and helped themselves to the food. Ron was grabbing all kinds of sweets while Harry was having some steamed potatoes and apple pie, as well as some cider. He had to admit that both the pie and the cider were very tasty, but it pales compared to his father's homemade apple pie and cider.
However, Hermoine was nowhere to be seen or heard of. That is until he overheard Pavati Patil telling Lavender Brown that Hermonie was in the girl's bathroom all afternoon crying. Harry looked at Ron, knowing full well he was the cause of this and giving him a glare that would have impressed his father. Ron didn't say a word as he knew what he had to do after the feast.
But suddenly, Professor Quirrel burst through the doors, panicking and screaming like a madman. "Troll! In the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon," the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher shouted, which gathered everyone's attention. "Thought you ought to know," he said before fainting on the floor.
"...EVERYBODY PANIC!" someone shouted after a brief moment of processing the information, causing the students to scream as they freaked out over a literal monster in the school. Ron dropped what he had in his hands and joined the screaming while Harry was unfazed by this.
Thankfully, the screams of terror were stopped thanks to Dumbledore shooting loud purple firecrackers from his wand, spelling out 'SILENCE' in the air and making everyone calm down. "Prefects will escort their houses back to their dormitories. Slytherin House will stay here for safety as their dorms are in the dungeons. Teachers will come with me to the dungeons," the Headmaster of Hogwarts said in a very calm manner, showing exactly why he was in charge.
As everything was given order, the prefects of each Hogwarts house guided their underclassmen to where they needed to go. As this happened, the teachers prepared to search for the troll. But as everyone was getting up, Snape looked around the room as if he was figuring out something, then left through a side door.
"Gryffindor, this way," Percy Weasley said as he led his house back to Gryffindor Tower. "Keep together and stay alert!"
"How did a troll get in the school," Harry asked Ron as they were following the other Gryffindors.
"Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. This might be a bad joke," Ron answered, but was grabbed by the arm and pulled aside. "What?"
"Hermione's not here. She doesn't know and could be in trouble," Harry said, worried about the girl. "Besides, you still owe her an apology."
"Alright, but let's be quick. It's a good thing the girl's bathrooms are nowhere near the dungeons," Ron said as he and Harry ran off to warn their fellow Gryffindor.
As the boys were running through the halls, they saw the girl's room before hearing a low growl and thudding footsteps. They stopped as they watched a large shadow approach the corridor, revealing a 12-foot tall monster dragging a club behind itself. It had dark grey skin and smelled like a mix of old socks and an uncleaned public toilet. "Looks like the troll left the dungeon," Ron said, realizing they would be in trouble as he and Harry hid behind a pillar.
"It's going into the girl's bathroom," Harry pointed out as the troll didn't turn down the corridor. A second or two later, they both heard a crashing sound and Hermione's scream.
"Hermione!" Both Ron and Harry ran into the bathroom to see the stalls were smashed to pieces and Hermione was in the pile of wooden scraps. As the troll wrecked more of the stalls, Harry pulled out his shrunken holy sword.
"What's that going to do to him," Ron questioned before seeing Harry's 'letter opener' grow to full size. "Bloody Hell!"
"Hey! Over here, you fat sack of shit," Harry shouted, getting the attention of the troll as it was ignoring Hermione and focusing on him. The troll swung its club at the eleven-year-old Prince of Hell, only for Harry to quickly dodge the attack and cut one of the troll's fingers. While his own strength wasn't able to cleave it off, the troll still howled in pain as it grabbed its hand for a minute. "Hermione! Move!"
The girl nodded as she crawled toward the back wall for safety, watching Harry duel with the troll with a strange glowing sword. The troll grunted angrily as he swung his club, smashing a sink as Harry dodged out of the way and left another shallow cut on the fingers gripping the club.
Soon, Harry jumped onto the monster and was ready to deliver a finishing blow. Unfortunately for him, the troll shook Harry around and the sudden movement made him drop his sword. The young wizard tried to keep his balance, only for the troll to grab him by the leg with his free hand. Seeing that he was about to be smashed, Harry pulled himself up to dodge the next swing of the club. "Do something," he told Ron, seeing he was the only one who could move freely.
"Like what," Ron asked looking around.
"Anything," Harry exclaimed as he dangled in the troll's grasp.
Ron thought of what to do when he saw the bleeding fingers of the troll. Thinking that its grip was weakened, Weasley pulled out his wand and decided to end the fight with the spell they learned earlier. Seeing this, Hermione made sure to give the instructions Flitwick taught them earlier. "Swish and flick!"
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Aiming his wand at the troll's club while it was raised, Ron was able to keep the weapon floating in the air thanks to the damage Harry did to the monster's hand. The troll swung its arm, only to notice he didn't turn Harry into a broken heap. Looking up, the troll saw its club levitating for a moment, only for Ron to lower his wand and the spell was broken. The wooden club fell onto the beast's head and the impact made it drop Harry, who then backed away. Wobbling around in a daze, the troll started to fall on its knees and crumpled onto the floor.
"Cool," Ron said as he realized he was able to hit a troll with its own weapon.
"Is it… dead?" Hermione asked as she slowly approached the boys, who were looking at the downed monster.
"I don't think so. Just knocked out," Harry said as he looked at the troll, then picked up his sword. "You want me to finish it off? Just a quick stab to what little brain it has and we don't have to worry anymore."
"I think we're fine with it this way," Ron said, not wanting to see his friend kill a troll. Shrugging, Harry shrunk his sword back into its letter opener size and tucked it away in his robes.
Just then, McGonagall arrived with Snape and Quirrell, obviously hearing the commotion from the fight. Seeing the damages and the troll's body, McGonagall gasped in surprise. "Oh, my goodness! Both of you! Explain yourselves this instant."
"We were following Percy back to the dorm when we remembered Hermione didn't know about the troll. We wanted to warn her since she'd been in here all afternoon because someone made her cry," Harry stated, giving Ron a quick glare. "It was only by chance the troll showed up here."
Ron had no choice but to nod in agreement. "Sorry about what I said before, Hermione," Ron apologized.
Hermione only looked at Ron in silence for a moment before finally replying. "Apology accepted. And thank you for saving me."
"Well, since you two were only trying to warn Miss Granger, I see no reason to remove points," McGonagall said. "But still, it was foolish of you to try and fight a fully grown mountain troll. You're all lucky to be alive," she added. As she was speaking, Harry took notice of Snape's clothing. Not only was there a tear in his trousers, but he saw blood dripping down his leg. Snape noticed Harry's gaze on his wound and covered up with his cloak. This only made Harry suspicious about the Potions Master.
"If I may, I think a night of detention will do both Magne and Weasley as they still disobeyed an order and left their prefect," Snape voiced as he faced McGonagall, then turned his attention to the troll. When he did, he took notice of the wounds on the troll's fingers and wondered how these 11-year old children could cause them without the proper spell.
"That's fair," Harry replied as he agreed with Snape's ruling about detention.
McGonagall nodded as she also agreed with Snape. "Very well. One day's detention cleaning the Great Hall of the mess the initial panic made," she told the boys. "However, for showing such bravery to rescue your friend, 5 points will be awarded to each of you. Even if most of it seemed to be sheer dumb luck, not many first-year students can face a troll like this and live to tell the tale."
It was bittersweet since they still had detention. But it was only for one day, so it was worth the points. "Now, go back to your dorm. D-Detention will start tomorrow morning," Quirrell said. "Besides, b-best be off in case the troll wakes up again."
"Should he be alone with it," Ron asked, wondering if Quirrell would be able to handle the monster.
"Surprisingly, he can talk with them," Snape told the boys. "Then again, all you need to do is grunt and point."
Not wanting to find out, all three of them started to head off in the direction to Gryffindor Tower.
While they walked back to their dorm, Hermione spoke to Harry and Ron. "Thanks again for getting me. I would have been dead and the school would have been shut down," she told them both.
"That's what friends are for," Harry told her as he did accept the bushy-haired girl as his friend. "You would probably do the same, even if it meant breaking some rules."
"Right," Hermione said, thinking over the situation. Maybe it was okay to break a few rules, only if it means saving someone's life. "By the way, Harry, may I look at your sword?"
"You mean my letter opener? I guess so… but only when we get back to the common room," Harry said as he still had to use his father's advice on the weapon.
"How did you even make it grow to that size without saying a word? I mean… Bloody Hell, it was amazing," Ron said as he wanted to know more.
"Just the Engorgement Charm," Harry told them as he wasn't fully lying as he used the Shrinking Charm before to make the sword pocket-sized.
"We didn't get to that spell in class yet. I'm guessing you read it in the books ahead of time," Hermonie said as Harry nodded as they reached the Fat Lady's Portrait.
"Pig Snout," the three of them said in unison and the passage into the Gryffindor Common Room was opened.
With the trio being the only ones in the room, Harry pulled out his 'letter opener' and showed it to Hermione and Ron. "Can you enlarge it again," Hermione asked. When he did, she was amazed at the sword. "Incredible. It's nothing like what I read in any book," she traced her hands on the pearly white steel, hissing as she accidentally cut herself. "Extremely sharp, and it seems to be stronger than goblin wrought silver. Could it be… Excalibur?"
Harry laughed as she made the guess. "No, it's not the sword of King Arthur. It's something my dad gave me as a birthday present this year," he told his friends.
"Your family is something else. I mean it. A rare snake as a pet, a letter opener that can be used as a weapon when needed, and your sister can apparate through a letter," Ron said as he couldn't believe it. "What's next? They can fly without using a broom?"
Harry didn't say anything as he knew Lucifer still had wings and he thought that Charlie could fly with her own powers, if not with wings in her full demon transformation. Thankfully, the topic was changed when he saw Samael slithering down the stairs. Originally at the length of a common garden snake when coming to Hogwarts, Sam was now 6 feet long and was bulkier than before. "Hey, Sam. Finished shedding off your skin?"
The snake nodded as he slithered up to his master's chair. "Eating all the rats in the walls helped increase my size," he said as he crawled back into Harry's robes. "Though I wish I could have eaten that rat with the missing toe," he hissed.
"I told you. Ron's pet is not a meal for you," Harry told his serpent as both Ron and Hermione looked confused. He looked back at them with the same amount of confusion. "What?"
"Nothing," Ron and Hermione said, looking away from Harry and his snake.
"Well, we better get some sleep. We have to clean up the Great Hall tomorrow before everyone gets up," Harry remembered.
"Ugh, right," Ron complained but agreed with his friend.
As Hermione watched the boys head to their rooms, she couldn't get the details of the sword out of her head and made a note to herself to search the library for books on magical weaponry. "Guess I'll look for an answer tomorrow," she said to herself before going to her bedroom.
After being tasked with cleaning up all the thrown food and silverware from the panic last night, Harry was picking away at his breakfast and thinking about what he noticed after he and Ron defeated the troll. "Have a bit of toast, mate," Ron said as he offered some to Harry.
"I'm not hungry," the lightning-scarred boy responded, still lost in thought.
"You're going to need your strength, Harry. You have a Quidditch match tomorrow and if you miss a meal, it can affect you later," Hermione told him.
"Yes, Mom," Harry sarcastically told Hermione before biting into a piece of toast that was dusted with cinnamon and sugar.
While Harry ate something, Professor Snape walked up to the trio. "Not a bad job cleaning this morning, Magne. I haven't seen the Great Hall shine like this in years."
"Compared to home, it's not as bad. Then again, I have help there," Harry remarked.
Hearing him mention home and knowing about the Magne Family, Snape only gave a quiet nod of acknowledgment. "And good luck tomorrow," the Potions Master said sincerely. "Then again, you did prove yourself against a troll. A game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin," he told the boy. "Have to root for my own House. McGonagall always does." After saying that, he began to walk away. But as he did, Harry noticed him favoring one leg over the other.
"That explains the blood," Harry said as he saw Snape's limp.
"Blood," Hermione asked.
"Last night, I noticed Snape's leg was bleeding. I'm guessing he let the troll as a diversion to get past the three-headed dog. But he got bit and had to retreat. That's why he's limping," Harry theorized.
"But why would anyone get near that dog? Well, aside from you and probably your sister. You did play with it like it was just a common puppy," Hermione noted.
"The day I was at Gringotts before school, my family and I saw Hagrid take something out of one of the vaults. He said it was secret Hogwarts business," Harry explained.
"So you're saying-"
"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants," Harry stated as he finished her sentence and made another theory.
"Are you sure Snape is after something," Ron questioned. "I mean, just because he's wearing inky black robes, flourishes his cloak like a vampire, and has something against you, it doesn't mean tha- What am I saying? He's definitely hiding something."
"Had. He was acting a little kinder to Harry after his sister defended him," Hermione corrected. "But still, he is up to something."
"Just what is it," Harry questioned.
Suddenly, the screeching of two owls came close to Gryffindor Table. The first-year trio looked up to see Hedwig was working together with Owlphonse to carry a large package. When the birds got close to Harry, they released their grip and dropped the parcel into Harry's hands with a letter next to him. "A bit early for mail, isn't it," Hermione asked, remembering that Charlie arrived with her magic later in the morning when she first arrived.
"I hope she's not going to do this again," Harry begged as he opened the letter. Sighing in relief that it was just an ordinary letter.
"Dear Harry,
I am writing this letter to inform you that Charlie, your mother, and I will be arriving at your first Quidditch game. I want to see you bloody those other players up on the opposing team and crack their skulls!
He doesn't have that position, Dad. He chases a super-fast gold item to end the game and hopefully gets the bonus points from it to win.
Sincerely, your father.
And Charlie.
P.S. Hand this letter to Dumbledore after you read it."
'I see dad's dark sense of humor never gets old. And it looks like the letter didn't come with the package,' Harry thought to himself as he started to unwrap the package. Ron and Hermione helped him as they opened his package. "It's a broomstick."
"That's not just a broomstick, Harry," Ron corrected his friend. "It's a Nimbus 2000." The fine mahogany in the broom was really well kept as the name of the model was etched in with golden lettering.
"Did your sister get you this," Hermione asked.
"No. She would have said so in the letter," Harry said. "So who did," he asked before the sound of Hedwig's calls brought Harry's attention toward the teacher's table. Looking over at his snowy owl, he saw Professor McGonagall petting the white bird as it rested on a small stack of books near her. Owlphonse also flew over toward the transfiguration teacher, who gave him a place to rest by turning her empty glass into a stand for the barn owl. Realizing that she was able to get the broom for him, Harry smiled before he stood up and walked over toward her and Dumbledore. "Thank you," he told the deputy headmistress.
"Think nothing of it," McGonagall responded.
"And Professor Dumbledore, here," Harry said as he gave the letter from his father to the headmaster.
Dumbledore took the letter and he adjusted his half-moon spectacles as he began to read the letter. Chuckling as he finished reading, the headmaster handed the letter back to Harry. "It appears that we'll be seeing your family during your first game, Mister Pot… Magne," Dumbledore said, accidentally starting to call Harry by his birth name.
"At least Charlie didn't decide to jump out and start a musical number this time," Harry cracked with a smile.
"Indeed," Dumbledore smiled back. "I'll arrange their seats for them when the match begins. Now, go on and test out your new broom. Best to get a good feel for it before using it in a game."
Harry nodded as he and the owls went out of the Great Hall and planned to fly around the castle until he felt comfortable flying the broomstick. Going out into the empty courtyard, Harry took off into the air as he liked how the broom felt under him. It was fast, yet he could maneuver it properly without having to struggle at all. He was shouting in excitement as he rode on the broom. It actually reminded him of the first time he was in the air.
"Can you, Dad? Please," A six-year-old Harry asked the King of Hell as they walked toward the Morningstar Family's mansion.
"No, absolutely not," Lucifer said as he told his son.
"Come on, Dad! I promise I'll do anything you ask me to," Harry begged his father.
Looking at Harry's pleading eyes through the lenses of his glasses, Lucifer couldn't help but compare his adopted son's gaze to that of a young owl's. And as he looked at him, he finally relented. "Well, alright. But you can't tell your mother," he told Harry as six white wings with red interiors stretched out from his back. "Now, hold on." Grabbing Harry under his arms, Lucifer took flight as they shot through the air.
Harry laughed as he enjoyed the wind blowing through his hair and seeing Morningstar Manor in a birds-eye view. "Higher, Dad," Harry said happily as Lucifer flapped his wings to bring them both higher to see half of the city.
"Even with how wretched Hell can be, there's plenty to see. Isn't there, Harry," Lucifer said to his son as the two smiled at the city in the distance.
"This may be Hell, but it's home," Harry said to his father as the King smiled and ruffled his hair.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," Lucifer replied.
"Lucifer! Harry! Get down here this instant," Lilith exclaimed from below, sounding so loud it was almost as if she was only in another room.
The father and son both had wide eyes as they realized they might be in trouble. "If your mother asks, this was all my idea," Lucifer told Harry.
"I'll take the blame this time, Dad. I don't want Mom to be mad at you," Harry said to the fallen angel.
The King of Hell only chuckled as ever since taking Harry in, he knew that he'd been growing softer compared to when he raised Charlie. "I swear, you've been bringing out the best in me, my son," Lucifer said as he started descending so they could speak to Lilith.
After reliving that memory, Harry was flying on his Nimbus and stopped just above the castle's tallest tower. Hedwig and Owlphonse both rested on the end of the broom and looked at the young wizard. "I think I'm ready for tomorrow," he told the birds before speeding around the castle, circling around Gryffindor Tower as he cheered at the joyride he was taking.
And Cut! I think that will wrap this chapter up nicely. Thanks again to WaterDragonMaverick for editing and suggestions. Next time we will be seeing Harry's first Quidditch match. How will this change in lore? Will there be some drastic alterations? Or will it be similar? You will have to Find out Next time in Hell!