Hello Sinners, I hope you all had a good read. Cause now we will have a Hell of a time in this chapter and chapters after. Now let's answer some reviews, shall we?
Iamshinydragonmist: Ooo, I got to use that for a chapter later on.
Joanne Frances Tiano Cajilig: He will and Loona will give him more information.
Bromega2477: Indeed we do, and it seems this rat will be handled highly.
Redmen6blight: I have some central plains for this one. But let's say a significant change happens.
Guest: He has venom in him as well. But he can control it if he just wants to paralyze his prey or kill them instantly. Also, I have an idea of his Patronus. But if you guys have ideas, let's hear it.
Anyway, like always, let's dive into Hell!
Chapter 32: The Quidditch House Cup
Harry wasn't able to get much sleep because of thinking about what he learned before but he did at least get some rest. If anything, he looked more bored as he was in Divination class as Professor Trelawney was teaching everyone how to use a crystal ball and what could appear in the orb. However, all Harry could see in the crystal was white smoke. He felt half the time he should either drop the class or tell a false image to his teacher. But if he dropped out, that meant he would have to take another class and make up for it.
"What do we have here," Professor Trelawnety asked both Harry and a sleeping Ron, who woke up immediately.
"Do you mind me trying," Hermione asked as she appeared out of nowhere. Ron was confused as to how she was able to appear and silently asked Harry if he had any clue, but the scarred boy didn't know. Hermione continued as she told the Professor. "The Grim… possibly."
"Seriously," Harry spoke aloud as he had enough talk with this Grim nonsense. He knew out of everyone that he was not going to die anytime.
"Possibly," Professor Trelawney said to the girl. "But if I must tell you, my dear. I'm afraid you do not have the inner eye. I sense you will be just as dry as the books you desperately read."
Offended and angry at what she heard, Hermione jumped out of her seat, knocking over the crystal ball. She grabbed her stuff and stormed off with two words being shouted out. "I quit!"
Everyone in the class was surprised by Hermione's outburst and could only blink at what just happened. "Was it something I said," Trelawney asked the students as Harry had a deadpan look on his face.
As class ended, Ron told Harry his opinion on how Hermione acted. "That was very out of character of Hermione. Usually, she wouldn't do anything like that in a class."
"She's probably stressed out. Well, one less class for her to take," Harry told him. "She can rest up a little."
"If you say so, mate," Ron told his best friend as something hit their feet descending the stairs.
It was the crystal ball that Hermione knocked over. Harry picked it up and thought of returning it. "We should return this."
"You go. I don't feel like going back," Ron told him
"Alright," Harry told him as he rolled his eyes. "I'll see you in a bit," he said running back up the stairs and up the ladder to the classroom. "Professor Trelawney? I'm bringing you back your crystal ball." The Prince of Hell looked around and didn't see her. 'Probably 'finding her Inner Eye' with some weed,' he thought to himself as he saw a stand where he could put the crystal ball at. Seeing as it was the best place to put it.
He placed it right on the stand and was ready to leave, but he started to see something in the crystal ball. It was hard to make out, but it looked like Sirus Black's face. "Harry Potttteeeerrr," he softly said as if he knew Harry was alone with him.
Harry was gazing into it curiously, but his thoughts were interrupted as a hand was placed on his shoulder that made the Prince of Hell turn around quickly with his miniature sword. He saw it was Trelawney, but something was off about her. She was gasping for air and her eyes looked dilated as she spoke like she was possessed. "He shall return in June."
"Professor, what are you talking about? Who will return in June?"
"He who betrayed his friends and brought murder shall show himself! The one who was framed shall have his vengeance and the truth will come out! No blood shall be shed, justice will be served, but master and servant shall be reunited once mooooorrrrreeee," Professor Trelawney said as her voice sounded possessed until she coughed as if something was caught in her throat. "Oh, sorry about that. Were you telling me something?"
Harry looked at the woman surprised as she didn't remember what she just told him. "Uh, no. I was just returning this crystal ball," he told her. "I should go now." The Prince of Hell said as he bolted out of there and descended into the ladder. 'He shall return in June. That's some months away. He who betrayed his friends and brought murder shall show himself. That must either be Black or Pettigrew. Most likely Pettigrew because the next thing she said was 'the one who was framed shall have his vengeance and the truth will come out'. So that must mean Pettigrew framed Black and faked his death. But I have to be sure of one thing,' Harry thought to himself as he knew some people would give him some answers. But before he could talk with them, he had to tell this information to Ron and Hermione.
"Got to say, Hermione. That was brilliant what you did back there," Ron told Hermione during their study hall session.
"Can we not talk about this? I'm embarrassed as it is," Hermione told the boys as she still couldn't believe she just quit one of her classes out of anger. "How about we switch the subject to Hagrid's lesson or what McGonagall will cover next in Transfiguration? How about Charms? Let's talk about our Charms assignment!"
"I got something to talk about," Harry said to his friends as they leaned in closer to the Prince of Hell to say they were listening. Making sure no one was eavesdropping, Harry leaned in more forward and spoke in a low whisper. "The night before, I was checking on the map and I saw someone that was said to be dead 12 years ago."
"Seriously? How is that even possible," Ron asked as Hermione told him to shush. "So what happened next?"
"I went after him. Or at least, I tried to. We were on the same floor, but he passed me," Harry told them both.
Hermione looked puzzled as Ron showed the same face. "That's not possible unless he was wearing an invisibility cloak."
"He was moving too fast to be wearing one without losing it. Which means the other possibility," he told them. "Pettigrew is an Animagus and ran past me in animal form."
Both Ron and Hermione looked stunned at Harry's conclusion. "An Animagus? You can't be serious," Ron spoke up. But the look in Harry's eyes told him he was not kidding around. "Oh, you are."
"It's possible. I mean your dad did say they couldn't find his body—only a finger. But why do you think Pettigrew is an Animagus," Hermione asked the Prince of Hell.
"Sam told me that he sensed something when Pettigrew got near me. He said it was something like a rat," Harry explain it to both of them.
"Then what?"
"If he's around, that means two possibilities. One, Pettigrew escaped Black clutches so he could hide. Or two, the most likely, Black was framed and Pettigrew was the real murderer," Harry explained again.
"Then why did he attack me," Ron asked.
"I have a hunch, but I need more information," Harry said as he stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for Quidditch."
The next day, Harry and the Gryffindor team were ready to enter the Quidditch field. As they prepared themselves, Wood was speaking with Harry about the game. "You have a better broom than anyone in the school, but don't let Cho Chang get the best of you. She's pretty skilled herself."
"I won't, Oliver. I swear I won't let Ravenclaw beat us," Harry told him.
"That's what I like to hear," Oliver said as he, Harry, and the others got on their brooms and took the field.
Harry zoomed around the field as many on the Gryffindor side cheered for him. He spotted his sister and his friends from Hell in the crowd while his parents and Prince Stolas were sitting next to Dumbledore and many other teachers.
"And there goes Magne on his Firebolt! The Firebolt is said to be the fastest broom to date, surpassing the Nimbus series, and is the top broom that Ireland and Bulgaria's national team own," Lee Jordan announced.
"Jordan, you're supposed to comment on the match, not advertisement for the Firebolt," Professor McGonagall said to the boy.
"Sorry, Professor! Just stating some facts about the Firebolt. But anyway, today's match with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw is bound to be a tough one since Magne has his new broom," Lee Jorden announced.
"Alright, I want a clean match," Madam Hooch told both teams as Ravenclaw's captain, Roger Davies, shook hands with Wood while in the air. After the captains returned to their positions, the balls were sent up to signal the start of the match.
Both teams darted for the Quaffle, but Katie Bell from Gryffindor picked it first and darted toward the goalpost. Randolph Burrow tried to intercept it, but Katie passed it to Angelina Johnson. Angelina dived toward the ground, then came back up for a successful shot.
"10 points to Gryffindor," Lee Jordan announced as the crowd applauded.
'Good start so far,' Harry thought as he wandered around the field to keep an eye on the Golden Snitch. He noticed that the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang, was trailing right behind him. 'So, it's going to be like that. Time for some psychological warfare,' the Prince of Hell thought to himself as he started to fly around, making believe he was going after the Snitch. 'That's it, Chang, follow me,' he told himself as he looked back to see the other Seeker hunt him down. Harry heard the sound of the Gryffindor team scoring once again as Lee Jordan announced another successful goal. Pumping his fist, Harry continued to fly around the stadium.
"Why isn't Harry catching the Snitch right away," Octavia asked the Gryffindors in the stands.
"He's buying some time to get the others to score," Hermione told the disguised demon. "Plus, he's not going as fast as he could. I think he's tricking Cho."
"That makes sense," Loona said as she recorded Harry on her phone and uploaded a video to Voxtagram with the hashtag '#PrinceOfHell'.
Verosika was doing the same thing with her phone when Gryffindor scored another goal making it now 30-0. "Looks like it's smooth sailing," she said as something black passed the crowd. "What the fuck!?"
"Dementors," Charlie shouted as she saw that they were heading toward Harry.
Cho Chang saw the hooded figures, immediately stopping her pursuit of Harry and changing direction. Harry noticed the cloaked figures coming his way and pulled out his wand. "ALCRETE AVAVAGO!" With the encantation his sister taught him, he shot a ball of hellfire at the black cloaks. Seeing the attack, they dived in a panic and their black cloaks caught fire. When that happened, they fell to the ground and threw off their robes, revealing the 'Dementors' to be Malfoy and his two goons trying to pull a trick on Harry. 'Looks like I nearly got away with murder,' Harry thought to himself before he heard the Gryffindor crowd cheer once they were up 40-0. 'And that's my cue.'
For the next several minutes, Harry looked around and looked for the tiny gold-winged ball as Ravenclaw finally managed to score two goals. He soon spotted it right by one of the towers just as a third goal was made by Ravenclaw. The Prince of Hell flew towards the Snitch without Cho on his back and swerved around, dodging a Blugger that nearly hit his head. Harry was right on top of the Snitch and a burst of speed from his Firebolt let him grab it to end the game immediately as Ravenclaw tied the score with the Quaffle throws. "And he did it! Harry Magne caught the Snitch giving Gryffindor the win just as Ravenclaw made their fourth goal!" Lee Jordan announced as Gryffindor cheered along with their guests.
"A toast to Harry," Ron said as he, Harry, Hermione, Loona, Octavia, and Verosika sat in the Three Broomsticks. The five teenagers had butterbeer while Verosika got herself some Fire Whiskey.
"To Harry!" They cheered as they clinked their glasses against one another and enjoyed their beverages.
"It's good to finally be in Hogsmeade after a Quidditch victory," Harry told all his friends and loved ones before having his pint full of the sweet liquid gold.
"And you deserved it. I can't believe Malfoy almost ruined the game dressing as a Dementor," Ron laughed as he remembered the blond Slytherin and his two trolls he calls friends got a week-long detention and points taken away from their house.
"I'm just glad I'm not arrested," Harry told him before taking another sip of his drink.
"He'll live. I think he's got some burn marks to match that ego of his," Loona joked with a smirk.
"I'm surprised his hair didn't catch on fire from that grease he applied," Verosika said as her comment made Hermione do a small spit take in her glass.
"I'm surprised at that too," Harry agreed with her as they all shared a laugh.
"What was that spell you used? Was it the one Professor Lupin taught you," Ron asked.
"It can't be. That spell is too destructive, it might be the firestorm spell or the Fiendfyre, but that's a dangerous spell not many witches or wizards can control it," Hermione quipped.
"Neither of them. It's called the Hellfire Charm. It's the spell my sister taught me and it's been in the family for a long time," Harry explained to them.
"I've never heard of that spell," Hermione said.
"Like I said, it's a family spell," Harry told her. "What Professor Lupin taught me was something called the Patronus Charm."
"That makes sense. So now that you're allowed to be in Hogsmeade anytime, you want to go and see everything? How about we go to Honeydukes or Zonko's joke shop," Ron asked.
"Sounds good. I wanted to go to that potion shop so I can make some new magic pellets for my pepperbox," Harry said as he finished his drink and paid for the girls.
As everyone was getting ready to leave, Loona pulled Harry back. "Hey, can you guys wait outside for a minute or two? There's something me and Harry need to discuss."
Hearing this struck a nerve with Verosika, who was a little tipsy from the alcohol she had. "Wait, why alone? Don't think you can have him alone, you Hell-"
"We'll be right outside. Just make it quick," Octaiva interrupted as she pushed Verosika outside with Ron and Hermione.
'Thank you, Octaiva,' Harry mentally sighed in relief before facing the disguised Hellhound. "What do you need to discuss with me?"
"It's about that man you wanted me to hunt down. You mentioned in your last letter that you saw his name on that map but didn't see him. Right?"
Harry nodded as he figured that Pettigrew was an Animgus. "Yeah. Did you find him?"
"No. But it's strange, his scent was coming off of your ginger friend," Loona told him. "More specially, his pocket."
"His pocket…" Harry thought aloud. Suddenly, the realization hit him. "Ron is not going to like this at all," the Prince of Hell muttered as he had the same wincing face as Death the Kid and Black Star in Soul Eater had after they met Excalibur. "Thanks for the information, Loona. You were a big help."
"Don't I get a reward," Loona asked as she smirked with an eyebrow raised.
"Alright," Harry said with a deadpan look but smirked at the same time before giving the disguised hellhound a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll buy you something at the joke shop, too."
"Good, because I want to prank Fatty in the office," Loona told him.
"By the way, why do you call your co-worker fat when he doesn't even look like it," Harry asked curiously.
"It happened a few years ago," Loona started to explain.
Flashback
A 12-year-old Loona was walking into the office with her cell phone. "Hey, Mox. Blitz wants to know if that job in Envy is- what the hell is all this?" The preteen hellhound saw piles of empty cartons of ice cream and Tupperware containers. She wondered why they were scattered around the place before noticing Moxxie was watching a movie.
"Oh, what a sad ending," Moxxie cried as he was stuffing his face with a leftover taco with ice cream in one gulp.
'He ate all of this and didn't even gain a pound,' Loona thought to herself. "Hey, Fatty! Are you gonna sit around all day or are you gonna do some fucking work?"
Flashback end
"And I keep calling him Fatty just so that he doesn't try doing that again," Loona finished.
"Damn," Harry said as he was really surprised that an imp ate so much and didn't look the size of a house. The Prince of Hell shook the thought out of him and started to head out. "Anything else you were thinking of visiting?"
"Nothing in particular. Maybe that haunted house you and your friends were talking about," Loona told him.
"Sure," Harry said as he and the Hellhound reunited with the others and explored.
"So Harry, when's your next match?" Octavia asked the teenage royal.
"First week of June," Harry told her. 'That means there's a chance that I'll be meeting with the traitor. I need to talk with Professor Lupin on my next private lesson,' he thought to himself. For now, he felt like celebrating and hanging out with his friends.
The months passed and Harry continued his private lesson with Lupin as Harry's Patronus looked stronger, but still didn't take the shape of a fully-fledged Patronus. "Very good, Harry. It seems you're getting better every time we practice," the DADA Teacher told him.
"Thank you, Professor Lupin," Harry told his favorite teacher as he sent the Boggart Dementor back into its chest. "Oh, there's something I wanted to ask you."
"If it's about the finals, no. I cannot tell you what's on it," Lupin told him. Lupin might have liked Harry like a favorite nephew, but he was still the boy's teacher.
"That's not what I was gonna ask," The Prince of Hell told him.
"Is it about your match, then? I was able to watch the end of it, but I will see you play in the finals at the start," Lupin told the teen.
"It's more about Pettigrew," Harry told him. The teacher's face looked grim at the mention of Peter Pettigrew.
"What would you like to know," Lupin asked in a serious tone.
Harry swallowed a large lump in his throat as he has never seen Lupin look so serious before. "Was he… how can I put this… was he an Animagus?"
Lupin's face morphed into one of shock. He knew Harry was a smart kid, but he didn't know he would be this smart. 'His new family taught him well,' he thought to himself as he inwardly smiled to himself. "What made you come to this conclusion?"
"I thought back to that night. Pettigrew was alive and he hid himself in the form of an animal. It had to be something small since I didn't bother looking around my feet. Sam noticed something I didn't. He told me he saw a rat or something. I just put two and two together and came to that conclusion. Pettigrew was the real traitor this whole time," The Prince of Hell told him as he showed off his detective skills.
Lupin couldn't help but be amazed at how Harry came up with all this on his own, while still being a top student. "I have to commend you on your analysis, Harry. You're correct. Peter is an Animagus. So is Sirius and you're father," he added the names of his father and godfather. "I know what you're thinking next. Why wasn't nobody notified? Well, there's a story behind that. Right now, I want you to focus on your studies and win the Quidditch Cup. I'll tell you after your exams."
"I will, Professor. Thank you," Harry told him as he was ready to leave, only to stop himself. "Just one thing. Was Pettigrew's animal form a rat?"
"He was. Or in this case, still is," Lupin confirmed.
"Thank you," Harry said, finally leaving. As he left the practice area, he only had one thing on his mind. 'Ron's not going to like hearing this.'
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were studying for their school final exams. And Harry and the Gryffindor Qudditch team had to be cautious since they were playing Slytherin for the Qudditch finals. That meant that they couldn't afford to get a serious injury or detention that could cost them a replacement player. That meant Fred and George had to halt their usual pranks. However, they did hire some of the younger students to test their products and see if they were successful. From what the twins heard, most of them were effective at what they did.
"I wish the Quddich game could come sooner," Harry mumbled as the tension around Hogwarts about the finals could cause a Quidditch Civil War.
"I wish these exams would come sooner," Ron mumbled as he was looking through one of the books he was reading.
"You two worry too much. Everything will be alright," Hermione said as she was finishing up her 12th book.
"Says the girl who only dropped one of her classes," Ron mumbled to Harry as the red-haired wizard got assaulted by one of Hermione's heavy books. "Ow! That hurt ya know!"
"At least I'm actually putting some work done. You're just jotting down whatever. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised since it's about Divination," Hermione grunted.
"Whatever Professor Trelawney will believe is my concern alone," Ron told the bushy-haired witch. "What are you putting down, Harry?"
"That something good will happen to me in June," Harry told him as he scribbled on his parchment. "Also something that will be unexpected," he said. Suddenly, Hedwig came swooping in with a letter in her beak and dropped it as she flew over Harry. The Prince of Hell caught the letter in his hands and immediately saw that it was from Octavia since her family seal was stamped on it. "Wonder why Tavia wound send me a letter all of a sudden?" Without thinking twice, Harry immediately opened the letter and read its contents. The Prince of Hell read the letter and his entire body turned white.
"Harry, what is it? What's wrong," Hermione asked the dark-haired boy. She had never seen Harry this pale before.
"...Lady Stella is going to be seeing me play at the Quidditch finals," Harry said.
"Is that a bad thing? Who is this Lady Stella anyway? Someone who doesn't like you or something," Ron asked.
"Oh no, she likes me a lot. Too much if you ask me," Harry said as Hermione put down her quill and Ron looked at him in curiosity. "She's Octavia's mom and has this idea of wanting me and Octavia to be married one day. She looks down on others and is very uptight."
"Is she a Pureblood snob," Ron asked his best friend.
"Kind of. Let me put it this way, she's the type of person who will look down on everyone that doesn't meet her standards, even Malfoy," Harry told them. "Plus, she can scream like a harpy."
"I don't like the idea of meeting this woman if she's as bad as Malfoy," Hermione said. "Why did Mr. Stolas get married to someone like that?"
"It was an arranged marriage," Harry answered her.
"Bloody Hell," Ron shouted in surprise.
"Yeah. Luckily, my parents want me and Charlie to meet our significant others naturally," Harry told them as he saw Ron and Hermione were relieved that his parents cared for his and Charlie's happiness over political bullshit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to warn the teachers and tell Charlie," Harry excused himself as he closed his books and headed towards the teacher's table.
Professor Dumbledore was the first one to notice the Prince of Hell approaching the staff. "Harry, is it an urgent letter from you're parents? Or is it from one of your friends outside Hogwarts?"
"Family friend, Professor, but it's somewhat urgent," Harry said as he looked at Charlie as she would be the only one who could understand what he was saying. The Princess of Hell was sipping at her coffee.
"Who's it from? What can be so urgent," Charlie asked between sips.
"It's from Octavia and… Lady Stella is coming to the Quidditch Cup finals."
The second she heard that, Charlie spit out her coffee all over the closest teacher and she immediately regretted it. "Sorry, Professor Flitwick," the Princess of Hell said with a sheepish look. After apologizing, Charlie grabbed her brother by the shoulders and shook him as she spoke. "Lady Stella is coming to see you play!?" Harry simply nodded to her before Charlie's eye started to twitch. "I'll make sure to get many earplugs as I can."
"What is the meaning of this," Professor McGonagall asked. She now knew about Harry and Charlie's heritage, but it seems as though this Stella was bad news.
"Sorry, Professor. Lady Stella is Pr- Master Stolas' wife and Octavia's mother," Charlie started to explain almost calling Stolas by his true title. "And… she can scream like a harpy."
"That is troubling," Dumbledore stated as he knew how dangerous demons can be when provoked. "Please do what is necessary, Miss Magne. I don't wish for any students or teachers to go deaf any time soon. A silencer charm would do the trick, but I'm not sure if that would be the best idea."
"If anything, she'd find a way to scream through it," Harry dryly remarked. "Especially since she's that voice from my first year when I got that letter from Master Stolas."
"That was her? I never thought I would hear such foul language in my years," McGonagall said as she remembered the many curse words censored by the messaging spell that day.
"Headmaster, I think a few of us should use the Silencing Charm at once since it could keep her voice down within a five-foot range," Snape suggested.
"We might as well try, Severus. Thankfully, we have time to prepare. Thank you for this cautionary warning, Harry," Dumbledore thanked the Prince of Hell and dismissed him.
"Still not looking forward to her showing up," Harry muttered to himself while Charlie tried to get earplugs for everyone, just in case.
It was finally the first week of June and Harry and the Gryffindor Quidditch team were heading onto the field for the final match against Slytherin. "Alright! Let's finish this as quickly as we can. Harry, as soon as you see the Snitch, grab it," Wood told Harry.
"There is no way Harry's going to miss the Snitch," Fred told Wood.
"Especially since he's got a Firebolt," George added.
"Still, let's not get overconfident," Wood said as he and everyone on the team mounted their brooms and took to the air. "Let's make sure we score against Slytherin as much as we can before Harry ends the game for us."
"And Gryffindor takes the field," Lee Jordan announced as the now famous flaming lion took the field and ran around the stands before pouncing toward the stands. Lucifer and Lilith sat at the teacher's stands alongside Professor Lupin, Stolas, and Stella when it did. The wife of the Goetia prince had a human disguise that looked like her demon self with long and wild white hair that reached her hips, red eyes, and fair skin. She wore a pink blouse and a long white skirt that looked very fancy and screamed 'I'm rich because this is made of the finest silk you'll ever see'. She was pretty much glaring at the other team and looked like a hawk ready to attack Slytherin.
Harry passed by the other stands as he saw Hagrid joining the Gryffindors along with Charlie, Loona, Octavia, and Verosika. As the latter of the three were wearing what looked to be cheerleader outfits. 'That's got to be Verosika's idea,' Harry thought to himself as the three demons were wearing red tops with a golden lion-shaped G in the middle, matching skirts, and even pom-poms.
"I can't believe you convinced us to wear these things," Octavia muttered towards the succubus as her face was beet red from embarrassment.
"I can't believe you made us wear cheerleading outfits," Loona growled
"I thought it would be a good idea to give Gryffindor some support," Verosika told them. "And me and my crew worked hard on these outfits."
"Seems like you just wanted to show off to Harry," Octavia said as Loona agreed with the owl demon.
"Like you wouldn't do the same," Veroiksa muttered as the game was starting.
As Madam Hooch threw the Quaffle in the air, both Gryffindor and Slytherin Chasers went after it. Angelina Johnson grabbed the Quaffle first, but she was being chased by Warrington and Montague, who was shoving Angelina back and forth. As Warrington pushed her hard, she dropped the Quaffle and Montague grabbed it. Montague sped up as he dodged a Bludger, hit by Geroge Weasley. He threw the Quaffle at one of the ringed hoops, but Oliver Wood caught it and passed it back to Angelina. Angelina sped up as Warrington and Montague were doing the same tactic as before, but the Gryffindor Chaser passed it to Alicia Spinnet who dived below as they were now chasing her. Alicia passed it to Alicia who threw the Quaffle and scored the first goal of the match
"And Gryffindor scores ten points," Lee Jordan announced as Gryffindor was now 10-0.
"For once in you're entire existence since we've been married, you've taken me to something enjoyable," Stella told her husband.
"Well, after the game is done you can- wait, you're enjoying this," the disguised owl demon asked as he has never seen his wife enjoy herself with something that doesn't involve him being miserable.
"What? I can't enjoy a simple game that involves two teams probably getting injured as they fly high above the ground," she asked as Stolas looked surprised. Just then, Gryffindor scored once more. "Yes! That's how you fucking do it!"
"My word," Professor McGonagall said as she looked at the disguised avian demon. "Does she always have such a fowl mouth?"
"Yes, she does. Trust me when I say it's worse when she's mad," Lilith answered as she overheard the Transfiguration teacher.
"I do trust you on your word, Mrs. Magne. Or should I call you by another name," McGonagall asked to say to the Queen of Hell that she knows about her and the family.
The Queen of Hell smirked as she sat next to the witch. "Lilith or Mrs. Magne will do. At least in public. But besides that, how are my children doing in Hogwarts?"
"Harry is working hard in his studies. He's passing at the top of his classes. And Charlotte has been a great help around the school. Especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care for Magical Creatures.
As they were having a conversation while watching the game, Lucifer was having a chat with Lupin. "So you're the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher?"
"And you must be Harry's foster father," Lupin said as he shook Lucifer's hand. "Professor Remus J. Lupin."
"Lucas Magne," Lucifer said as he shook Lupin's hand. But as he did, he felt something strange from Professor Lupin. 'Interesting,' the Devil thought to himself as again Gryffindor scored. "It seems that you are by far Harry's favorite teacher."
"His biological father and I were friends. I've been starting to see Harry like a nephew," Lupin told the King of Hell.
"That's very nice to hear. Harry deserves more family to be with," Lucifer told him as he watched as Slytherin started to play rougher in the game. "That should be a penalty."
Harry saw that Slythrin was playing dirty while looking for the Snitch. "What's wrong, Magne!? Your team can't handle a few hits," Malfoy laughed as he floated across from the Prince of Hell.
"At least my team is winning," Harry countered back just before Slytherin managed to score.
"For now," Malfoy said as he and Harry heard the buzzing of tiny wings close to them and saw the Snitch simultaneously. "This won't end up like last time, Magne," the Slytherin Seeker declared as he rushed after the Snitch.
"So this time, you'll end up hitting your eye when you crash," Harry shot back as he and Malfoy raced to grab the Snitch. As they furiously chased after the game-ending ball, Slytherin and Gryffindor were in a match to see who could score with the Quaffle more.
Every time that one of Gryffindors scored, they were being harassed by the other team. Flint ordered his entire team to show no mercy as they tackled Katie Bell hard enough that she spun around and was knocked off her broom, hitting the ground. This got plenty of colorful words from the Gryffindor students while Loona, Octavia, and Verosika gave the players the bird beneath their pom-poms.
Fred and George soon sped forward and swung their bats at the Chasers, conking one on the head. Of course, that got them a penalty that they believed was worth it. Slytherin scored a penalty shot, but Gryffindor was still leading 40-30. But that didn't stop Slytherin from playing a rough game as the Beaters started to hit the Bludgers at Wood, who was barely able to keep dodging them.
"Ref, why the fuck are you not calling that! I mean, for fuck's sake, that's plenty of penalties right there! Or are you being a blind bitch while students are getting murdered on the field," screamed Stella.
Hearing how loud and foul-mouthed Stella was, Snape turned to Dumbledore to get the okay for the group to cast the Silencing Charm. Giving the nod, Snape and some other teachers performed the Silencing Charm that muted Stella's voice. But even with more than three wizards casting the spell, some of the words were still loud enough to be heard.
"I have to agree with her. There should be penalties," McGonagall said as she starts to curse up a storm while shaking her fist violently in Malfoy's direction.
'She is definitely Scottish,' Lucifer and Lilith thought to one another as they flipped off the Slytherin players.
"Looks like you'll barely have a team to play with, Magne," Malfoy smirked smugly as the Slytherins attacked Alicia Spinnet.
Harry ignored Malfoy and went after the Snitch when he spotted it again. The blonde-haired Seeker started to chase after Harry, even if he was a few feet from behind. Malfoy started to play dirty as he pulled on Harry's broomstick, jerking Harry back and making him swerve around. Everyone, including students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, booed Malfoy for playing dirty. Lucifer and Lilith wanted to do something but knew if they did, Gryffindor would be disqualified. Stolas couldn't help either and had to watch his only student try to shake that weasel off him. Stella was furious and managed to break out of the Silencing Charm. "Harry! Make sure to beat that FUCKING PEASANT!"
Those last words echoed throughout the stadium and everything seemed to freeze as Malfoy turned to look absolutely livid at Stella. "Peasant!? Peasant!?" Malfoy repeated as he ignored Harry and flew towards the teacher's stand where Stella had her arms crossed. "I'll have you know that I am from House Malfoy, you bitch!"
"Malfoy? Seriously?! More like a mouthful of shit," Stella countered as she glared at Draco like he was nothing but mud underneath her feet.
"Wretched Harpy!"
"Greasy-haired weasel!"
"Arrogant trollop!"
"Shit stain!"
"Mudblood!"
"Jokes on you! Both of my families are pure, you stupid mother-fucking cunt!"
When Hogwarts was ready for the Quidditch final, they weren't expecting it to turn into a cursing match. Everyone was distracted by the argument until Charlie looked up and shouted with glee. "Look! Harry caught the Snitch!"
Everyone looked up and saw that Harry had the Snitch in his hands. "Harry Magne caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins the Quidditch House Cup," Lee Jordan announced as everyone but the Slythrins cheered. Gryffindor cheered the loudest as Ron and Hermione hugged one another. Realizing what they had done, Hermione and Ron broke apart, feeling awkward as everyone was running down to the field.
Malfoy's jaw dropped as he stared daggers into Stella. "You tricked me, you blood traitor wench!"
"You have no one to blame than yourself. You choose to have an argument with me instead of focusing on the game," Stella countered back at him.
"But-"
"She's right, Mr. Malfoy. You continued to argue with her instead of playing the game," Snape said in the defense of the Ars Goetia. "I would give you detention, but it seems that you're team captain has other plans."
Looking behind him, Malfoy saw a very pissed Flint. "Wait, I can explain," he attempted to defend pathetically.
"Team, new practice. CHASE DOWN MALFOY AND CLOBBER HIM," Flint shouted to the Slytherin team. The order immediately had Draco Malfoy fly away screaming like a little girl while the other green-clad flyers chased after him.
Harry flew down while holding the Snitch as his team landed with him. After getting off their brooms, the Gryffindor team cheered and lifted Harry up onto their shoulders. Seconds later, everyone reached the field and held onto Harry. "We did it! We won the Quidditch Cup," He shouted as he was passed around by his housemates and given congratulations on the victory. Some of the female students even kissed his cheek. He was passed to Hagrid who lifted him on his shoulder as Madam Hooch handed him the Quidditch Cup trophy. Harry laughed and cheered with his team and friends as he held it up high for all to see. While the argument Draco had with Stella gave him more of a chance to grab the Snitch, Harry knew that everything was a team effort and that Gryffindor deserved the celebration.
That is where we are going to leave it for now. Thanks again to WaterDragonMaverick for the beta reading, ideas, and editing work. The Prisoner of Azkaban arc is coming to a close and the conclusion will come. Just a few more chapters to go for this storyline. The Next Chapter is called "The Rat in the Shack." And I hope it will be fitting for all of you. So thank you, please Favor, Follow, and Review as I will see you all in Hell!