Authors Note: Warning. This chapter has naughty language, emotional scenes, and perhaps some un Christian views. Reader discretion is advised lol

Trying his best not to squirm as his mother gave him a look that made it feel like she was looking into his very soul, Harry fought the urge to sigh in relief as the black-haired Imp called out her challenge.

"You got any fives?"

Shaking his head with a small smile as Millie proceeded to swear in frustration, the young draconic wizard found his attention drifting elsewhere as Loona once again questioned their game selection.

"Remind me again why we're playing this basic game instead of something more interesting? Cause honestly watching paint dry would be better than this."

Though he too found the game a little boring, Harry nevertheless had to concede that his father had valid reasons for choosing something slow-paced instead of something more exciting.

"First off because I don't know how to play regular poker, let alone the complicated versi…"

"It's called Texas hold-'em Fatty. Get it right."

Chuckling at Moxxie's slightly downhearted expression, though truth be told he too was having difficulty in learning how to play one of the games rumored to have started in Hell, Harry had to nod his head in agreement as his father made his last point.

But not before he once again tried to get the glaring Hellhound to stop insulting his weight.

"Firstly, I am not fat. If anything my weight is just around average for an Imp my size. And secondly, the reason why we're stuck playing this is that Blitzo threatened to withhold our salaries if we played anything else during his bathroom break."

His dad's explanation earning a matching nod of agreement from the female Imp, Harry could only watch as one of his best friends huffed in annoyance.

"True but he's been gone for nearly half an hour now. And considering whose bunker we're in, think it's safe to say that if he does come back, he'll probably want to avoid anything that has to do with sitting down."

Keeping his attention on his cards, for it was clear by the looks on his parents' faces that this was a topic of conversation that he was probably too young to know about, Harry found his attention was again drawn upward as his father nervously voiced his opinion.

"I don't think that's it. I mean…he wouldn't be that stupid to have relations with Prince Stolas with his wife literally only a few doors away. He's reckless. But he's not that reckless."

Those words earing a dismissive snort from both his red-skinned mother and Loona, Harry decided to offer his own opinion regarding Blitzo's continued absence.

"Maybe he decided to play with both of them? I mean, I would be annoyed too if I discovered I wasn't being included in things that I enjoy, so maybe it's the same with Lady Stella."

Pleased with his logic, even his father was currently wearing an expression of resigned horror, the reptilian-eyed wizard found himself smiling as Loona appeared to seriously consider his theory.

"Possible. I mean with Stolas 'playing' with Blitz all the time, it's very likely that Madame Feathers isn't exactly getting the attention she wants. 'Playing' by yourself isn't exactly a healthy substitute in the long run. Even if it does prevent you from contracting syp…"

"We get the point Loona! So please stop."

Moxxie's words earning an eye-roll from the now bored-looking Hellhound, the white-haired Imp was greatly relieved when his wife decided to change the subject.

Though truth be told he wished that she had selected a more uplifting one.

"How much longer do we have to be down here anyway? I mean, I know we've been here for at least an hour after the siren sounded. But thanks to the clock being destroyed…"

"Caused by Moxxie's inability to take his turn like a man."

"Need I remind you that it wasn't me who fired the gun."

"Yeah. But you are the one who made Blitz fire it in the first place."

"Because I didn't want him firing at Harry!"

"Firstly, he wouldn't shoot Harry, he was gonna go for that darts board behind him. And secondly, if you didn't want to play Russian roulette you should have said something."

"I DID say something!"

"Yeah, well obviously you didn't say it loud enough because no one else heard you."

Having had no issue with the game since the gun they were using was one of the few nonlethal varieties they occasionally carried, Harry chose to remain silent as his mother tried to steer the conversation back toward her original topic.

"It was no one's fault Honey. But the fact remains we don't know how much time has passed. Has it been two hours? Four? I mean yeah we could probably turn on the news to find out, but…."

"But all channels are currently broadcasting what's going on out there. I know the news stations offer huge bonuses for their reporters to be out on the streets, but no amount of money could convince me to be on the streets. Noooo sir."

Shuddering as he remembered the scenes of carnage that had caused him to nearly wet himself with fear, Harry offered a small, but no less grateful smile as he felt Loona pat him on the back in a reassuring way.

Which was spotted by his mother, who quickly shot him a comforting smile of her own.

"Exactly. I mean, yes Harry will eventually have to see what could happen if we're not safety protected. But by no means is that supposed to happen on the day of the Extermination. If only because knowing what's happening outside at this very moment is a sure-fire way to suffer a panic attack."

His eye's briefly looking down in shame, for that had been exactly what had happened before Via had managed to break him out of it with her rather soothing singing voice, Harry was grateful when Loona decided to change the subject in her usual manner.

"If that did happen, I'm sure it wouldn't take much to break him out of it. But we're getting off-topic again. I don't really know how long Blitz has been gone for, nor do I care since this place is locked tighter than the dessert freezer at a fat camp. Something you should probably look into Moxxie."

Her words earning a less than pleased glare from the bowtie-wearing assassin, the gray furred canine continued.

"Anyways, I'm sure he's fine. As long as he doesn't do anything to piss off Stolas's wife, he should be coming back anytime no.."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF FILTH!?"

…

Shaking his head in an attempt to combat the ringing in his ears, and slowly moving his hand towards one of his expertly concealed weapons, Blitzo merely repeated his somewhat genuine offer despite knowing that it was probably the wrong thing to say in this situation.

"I said that maybe the reason why you're having marital issues is because you're too much of a bitch to make anyone want to slide into that bird snatch of yours. I mean, I know Stolas doesn't mind playing the sub, but that doesn't mean he wants to tolerate with a demanding bitch all the ti…"

Skillfully dodging Stella's porcelain projectile, something which was rather easy to do considering the bunker's master bathroom was twice the size of his office, though infinitely nicer, Blitzo quickly pulled out his pistol and leveled it at the enraged Stella.

"Fucking chill bitch! If I had known it was gonna end up like this, I would have chosen to take a dump in the servant's quarters ins.."

"THAT'S WHERE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO YOU FUCKIN LITTLE…"

"BITCH I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING CHILL!"

Silently congratulating himself at keeping his gun-wielding hand steady, for he was pretty sure that Stolas would be upset if he accidentally shot the screeching harpy in the face, Blitzo waited until her expression had morphed back into silent fury before he did what he did best.

Making the situation worse by not accepting responsibility for his actions.

"Let's backtrack a little here. First of all, I decided to take a dum…I mean, use THIS bathroom is because the one you designated for our purposes was in use at that moment. And since it would have been rude to shit in the hallway, not to mention a lack of pots to do it in, I decided to do my dirty filthy business in here. And I good thing I did too. I don't know how much it costs, but toilet paper that soft is definitely out of my price range unless I start cutting Moxxie's salary more than I already do now."

Seeing the unimpressed glare of the white-feathered noble, Blitzo decided to get back on topic.

"Anyways, after you discovered me in your porcelain throne room, you made an insulting comment about my lack of manners. I responded with a witty retort. You then claimed that I was the cause for ruining your marriage. Then I argued that it was probably because your too much of a bitch for your husband to get a hard-on. I mean yeah for an Imp like me, it would probably work. But for Stolas?...it's no wonder he decided to seek comfort in the arms of another."

Bracing himself for another screaming fit, hoping that this time it would be loud enough to attract the attention of a certain four-eyed owl, Blitzo was momentarily caught off guard by Stella's decision to contain her fury.

Albeit barely.

"Perhaps if you weren't a constant presence in our lives, my husband would be more willing to recognize the differences in cla…"

"Oh for fucks sake don't start that whole class division shit cause it's getting old. I mean yeah, I might be a 'lowly Imp'. But do you know how many holes I've filled over the years that belonged to the rich and powerful? Well, I forget the number, but I can tell you that after a night with me and my massive manly meat, they're always begging for more. Which kinda makes me wonder if perhaps your bitchiness is just a front to conceal your interest in having some Imp dic…"

"Finish that fucking sentence and I will tear it off and stick it up your ass!"

He knew he shouldn't. But considering he finally heard the telltale sound of taloned feet coming in his direction, the former circus performer could only smirk.

"Now see that's what I'm talking about. You're already displaying an interest in touching what I got going on in my pants, as well as inserting something into my ass. I mean, at this stage I wouldn't really trust you with it in your mouth, but if the mood was right, we could find out if your feathered snatch is as tight as Stolas's ass. I mean probably not cause you did pass an egg through it. But I'm sure all those years of leaving it untouched would ensure it's…"

"YARRRGHHHHHH!"

Skillfully dodging the avian woman's clearly murderous attack, Blitzo quickly hurried over to the now unguarded bathroom door. Which was soon filled with the lanky form of his gray feathered protector.

"Oh thank Satan Stolas I thought you never show up. Here I was, quietly taking the time to enjoy the sensation of a rich man's toilet, when your whor…"

"Not right now Blitzy. We have a problem. A BIG problem."

Hearing the audible concern in the Goetia Demon's voice, Blitzo managed to resist the urge to take advantage of the obvious double entendre as the white-feathered harpy once again made her unwanted presence known.

"What the fuck is the problem Stolas? Whatever is, it better be important because I am in the midst of skewering this insufferable moron with his ow….oh dear."

Feeling a rising sensation of anxiety as he noticed Stella go from seething bitch to something that could only be panic, Blitzo left the relative safety of Stolas's robes in order to see the image that was currently being displayed in his blue glowing orb thing.

Only two words summed up the feelings he experienced when he saw the image that was currently being displayed in the Goetia Demon's hand.

And he had no issue saying them.

"Oh fuck."

…

Despite knowing that none of her new coworkers would condemn her for her actions, especially since her instructors had been quite plain that showing the higher-ups didn't exactly care how a Demon died, only that they did, Lily Potter nevertheless felt nothing but disgust as she thought back to the events that had transpired not even an hour ago.

Ever since she had discovered that she had been blessed with the gift of magic, or more specifically when Dumbledore had made it clear that she would be the only Evans daughter to attend Hogwarts, her sister no longer lived up to the responsibilities that came with being an elder sibling.

Of course, Tuney's feelings of envy had been largely motivated by the possessiveness of a boy she had once considered to be her friend, but the fact remained that as soon as she got on the Hogwarts train for the first time, she was nothing more than an unwanted relative.

She had tried to bridge the gap that had opened up between them. And after she had broken off her friendship with Severus it appeared that she had begun to make some minor headway in that regard. Even with her lout of a brother-in-law occasionally making her believe that in very small and specific doses, the Death Eaters had the right idea.

But her death at the hands of Voldemort had prevented her from trying to further mend this heavily damaged relationship. And learning that her son had suffered for years because of Petunia's hatred and jealousy, it was clear that even in death there would be no repairing of the bond they had once enjoyed.

However, while she gained immense satisfaction in making Petunia's final death as painful as possible since even the tiniest nick from her heavenly spear was enough to make her literally horse-faced sister feel like her entire body was set alight, Lily did grant her one small mercy.

Only one.

And that was to be killed before she got to see what she and James were going to do to her husband and spawn.

Her nephew of course had gotten off easy since his bullying behavior, both to his cousin and other innocent children, had been actively encouraged by his parents.

So his death was caused by a simple stab into the back of his head with her spear.

But for Vernon. The primary one responsible for all the broken bones, malnutrition, and emotional scarring her baby boy had endured since that night in Godric's Hollow. His end was not only more prolonged, but was also a team effort.

For James had accepted, if not necessarily agreed with, her desire to be the one to deal 'divine justice' to those that sadly shared her blood. But when it came to the sobbing pile of blubber that could make even a Muggle enthusiast like Arthur Weasley turn into a Wizard supremacist, killing him was something that would be done together.

In a small corner of her mind, she was still sickened at the fact that both she and her husband had performed the sort of torture that would earn the admiration of the Death Eaters, even the notoriously sadistic Bellatrix Lestrange.

But the fact remained that it was because of this sack of filth that her baby boy had not only endured a life that was worse than even the most mistreated House Elf but had also convinced Harry to willingly walk into Hell.

Of course, there was still a chance for Harry to be saved since he had still been alive when he made his unfortunate decision. But for that to happen they had to find him.

Which in turn caused her to frown in understandable discomfort as she quickly glanced around to see if their 'guide' was still present.

For while it was thanks to him that they knew the location of the foul beasts that held their precious little Prongslet, the fact remained that receiving any kind of help from the likes of HIM was to be considered suspicious.

For apart from her son, and perhaps some of the souls that were sadly refused entry into God's Kingdom despite the mild nature of their sins, no one down here did things without expecting something in return.

But since time was running out before they were called back to Heaven, plus the fact that they had no idea of where to look, they had accepted the offer of help. And now stood outside a mansion that all but screamed wealth and power.

She could tell that the place was empty, for despite the impressive wards that surrounded the place they were insufficient to withstand the combined efforts of the heavenly army, not that they would make the attempt since there were easier targets to be had elsewhere.

But it wasn't the mansion she was interested in. It was what laid underneath it.

And while the spells protecting this bunker were more than sufficient in keeping any angelic being out, she still had a way to get her message across.

Even if said message was made more sinister due to the nature of her armor.

For it was built to not only withstand all but the most powerful of Hell's weaponry but also inspire terror in those that had the misfortune to catch their notice.

Which was why her voice carried a quality to it that greatly resembled the bastard whose actions had caused both her and her husband to enter Heaven far earlier than they ever intended.

"We have come for Harry Potter. Surrender him. And no harm will come to you."

Doing her best to retain her patience as the minutes passed by without a response, Lily was about to repeat her message, when a glowing mirror, containing the image of a lanky owl Demon dressed in the finery of a nobleman, appeared before her.

Though his reply to her demand made her tighten her grip on her spear.

"Have you now? Then I'm afraid that I am unable to fulfill such a request. Even if I felt inclined to hand him over to you, which I don't since he is a charming boy who has already become good friends with my family, in order to do so I would have to deactivate the defenses that are currently surrounding my bunker. And I have no intention of putting my family at risk."

This refusal was not acceptable. Something which James made quite clear.

"You're putting them at risk the longer Harry is in your care. I have no clue what you twisted, demonic, fucks have done to him already. But rest assured that your punishment will be far greater. Harry belongs in Heaven with his parents. And we…"

"Mmmm yeah. As far as excuses go your gonna have to try harder than that to convince us of your good intentions. And as far as parents go, Moxxie might be a bit of a wimp, but there's no doubt that both he and Millie are doing a fine job in raising the little fire starter."

Shocked into silence by the disrespectful tone of the now revealed Imp, Lily could only snarl in agreement as her husband recovered his ability of speech before her.

"Your two minions have no right to our son. He belongs with his parents. And we are here to save him from…"

"Waiwaitwaitwaitwait. You two feathered fucks are his parents? Excuse me for just a sec. I think we need to bring in more people to this conversation."

Frowning beneath her mask as she watched the interrupting Imp leave, the former Gryffindor felt her mood darken as the annoying pest returned with more members of his kind.

"Moxxie, Millie. I want you to meet the Angels who are claiming to be the sperm donor and incubator for your son. If you need me I'll be right over here. Ensuring that YOUR son doesn't accidentally wander in until your ready for him. Sound good?"

Watching with little amusement as the white-haired Imp shot his taller companion a look of displeasure, the Potters focused their attention on the glaring visage of the red-skinned female as she made her opinion know.

"So you two are Harry's biological mom and dad huh? I only have one thing to say to you. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!"

Enraged that this demonic kidnapper would have the audacity to say such a thing, Lily tried to take control of the developing conversation.

"EXCUSE ME YOU RED-SKINNED FIL.."

"EXCUSE YOU?! NONONONONO, EXCUSE ME! After all this time, you pick NOW to get involved in Harry's life? I knew Angels were a simplistic bunch, but I had no idea that they could be this stupid."

Tightening her grip on her spear until she was almost certain that it would break in half, Lily nodded her head in agreement as James justified their actions.

"We couldn't get involved in his life because we're still newly arrived Angels. It's only thanks to volunteering to join the Exorcists that we've only recently managed to reach out to him, but that doesn't mean…"

"That's a load of crap. If you truly loved OUR son, you would have found a way to get in touch with him sooner. I mean, just cause you hadn't been in Heaven long enough to request a 'blessing', you could have reached out to an older family member to do it for you. I mean, from what we found out, every member of the Potter Family, except for Harry, has already died. And since they're not down here, even if some of them should be, you could have used the familial connection to have THEM hire those stupid Cherubs to take care of him."

She wasn't sure which was worse.

The fact that they had never considered exploiting this loophole.

Or the fact that this pathetic-looking possum was claiming HER Harry as his own.

"That's not at not the point! For all the suffering he's been put through by my recently cleansed sister and her family, he gets to go to Heaven. Even your diabolical snake of a master says he will go."

Reveling in the shocked, and fearful expressions that her declaration had caused, Lily felt her blood, or the angelic equivalent of it, freeze as an amused chuckle broke forth from behind.

"I'm afraid that your mistaken Mrs. Potter. What I said to you was that I would give you a chance to bring your son into my Father's kingdom. At no point did I say that the boy would be going with you unless he wanted to."

Quickly turning around with her spear pointed at the smirking visage of the rosy-cheeked Fallen Angel, even though she knew that there wasn't much she could do if he decided to get serious, Lily felt herself frown in confusion as Lucifer shook his head in disappointment.

"Now now my dear. None of that. After all, there are children present."

Snapping his fingers in a manner that suggested that he was simply doing it for dramatic effect, the Potters felt their emotions war between fear, and overwhelming joy as the Devil proceeded to reach behind him and bring forth the one soul they had been looking for.

"Ha…Harry. Is that you?"

….

Though understandably terrified by his current situation, for one minute he had been waiting with Loona for his parents to come back, the next he was standing outside the bunker with Satan and a pair of Exorcists, Harry nevertheless had enough courage within him to give a verbal response to this question.

"Ye…yes. Who are you?"

Of all the answers he could have expected from his question, the last thing he expected to hear were the words that came out of the slightly taller Angel's mouth.

"We're..we're your parents. I'm your father James. And that's your mother Lily."

If this had been a year ago, he would have probably broken down into tears before launching himself to hug those that had brought him into this world.

But now, his response, while still carrying a degree of nervousness, nevertheless was far different than what it would have been if he had still been living with the Dursleys.

"No…no you're not. My real parents are inside being protected by Mr. Stolas. They're not evil like you."

His words causing the Devil to break out into laughter, though Harry was uncertain if it was because of what he said or how the two Exorcists were treating his response, the young wizard felt himself growing a bit more confident as the blond-haired ruler of Hell supported his opinion.

At least the last part of it.

"Hahahahaha. Well said, my boy. Well said. Though I'm afraid that I must correct you slightly. Killing people for profit is still evil. But it definitely pales in comparison when judged against killing forty percent of an entire population just because God is unwilling to lower high ridiculously high standards. However, the part about them being your parents, at least in a physical sense, is sadly true."

Doing his best to keep his composure at this piece of news, if only because he had been taught that showing weakness in front of anyone except his loved ones was potentially lethal, especially when one wasn't certain of an individual's motivations, Harry could only wince as Lucifer proceeded to do something that he, and perhaps the entirety of Hell, would never believe unless they saw it for themselves.

Showing respect to a member of the kingdom he had once been part of.

"As for you two, while it is disappointing that you chose to blindly follow the rules of those hypocritical bureaucrats, the fact that you haven't given up on your child despite his…changed nature is most admirable. Wish my old man had shown that kind of parental loyalty when I decided to prank the boring ape who had rejected my loving wife, but that's neither here nor there. Unless of course, your time in the clouds has altered your unconditional love for your child. Personally, I think his new eyes, scales, and growing horns are quite nice for a boy his age. But then again, the Devil is known for having unusual standards is he not?"

For a moment, nobody moved or said anything.

But that moment was quickly broken when the shorter of the two Exorcists removed its mask, showing the tear-covered face of a beautiful redhead woman, whose eyes were the same color as the reptilian-eyed wizard.

"Of course we'd still love him. He's our son!"

Fighting down his rising panic that the Devil would side with this woman, for the blond-haired Fallen Angel was wearing a look that showed that he approved of such a declaration, that feeling quickly turned into something else as the taller Exorcists, whose facial features greatly resembled his own, said something that caused the Devil to frown.

"It doesn't matter anyway. Once he's in Heaven, we'll just get his features turned back to normal. And then we can be a happy family."

Taking a step back from the messy-haired Angel, something which caused the red-haired one to frown in concern, Harry was caught off guard by the amused chuckling of Hell's most powerful being.

"Nice to see that my former brethren are still obsessed with conformity. But you seem to misunderstand something Mr. and Mrs. Potter, the choice of going with you to Heaven, potentially dangerous though it may be, does not rest with you, or me. It rests with Harry."

Eyes widening at this piece of news, an act that was shared by not only the unmasked Angels, but also the muted images of his parents, Blitzo, and Stolas, Harry took a moment to recover from this shocking information before respectfully addressing God's former favorite.

"M…me sir?"

His question merely caused the Devil to smile in amusement.

"Of course my boy. Despite the changes Hell has made to your body, you are still on your first life. This means neither I nor the forces of Heaven have any right to force you to pick a decision. I mean yes bribes, torture of either yourself or your loved ones could be used to influence your choice. But when it comes down to it, the choice is you.."

"I wanna stay here!"

Flinching a little as his interruption caused the Devil to give him a small frown, his fear quickly passed as the now grinning ruler of Hell messed up his hair.

"Excellent choice if I do say so myself. Of course, this won't stop your birth giver and sperm donor from trying to convince you to abandon your charming little adopted family, even if they have to threaten them to force you to do so, but I think I can be persuaded to help you out. For a cost of course."

Ignoring the panicked protests of the maskless Exorcists, Harry quickly remembered all of the lessons he had learned about deal-making from Blitzo, Loona, and Madam Stella before indicating that he was willing to listen to the Devil's offer.

"Here's the deal kid. I will happily offer you, and four demons of your choice, complete protection from my former brethren for the next 5 years, IF you agree to listen to a business proposal I have in mind once you reach your teenage years. Normally I would skew this deal in my favor, like say making you agree to perform ANY task I want instead of giving you the choice to say no, but you've managed to provide me with some entertainment since you've come down here. Not sure how much of it was caused by agreeing to let your teacher forge your wand from a tree that's rather dear to my heart, but the fact remains that I have enjoyed your past exploits. And I look forward to seeing what becomes of you in the future. Agreed?"

Taking a moment to consider this proposal, as well as a moment to look at the still muted images of his family and teachers, who were either nodding their heads, raising their thumbs, or in Blitzo's case, holding up a poorly spelled sign of support, Harry could only say one thing to this.

"Agreed."

His answer brought a pleased expression to Lucifer's face.

"Splendid. Now that that's done, and you've wisely selected the parents who are smart enough to understand that there is nothing wrong with killing an enemy before they can kill you, I think that it's time to send you back insi…"

"NOO! I DON"T CARE IF YOU'RE THE DEVIL HIMSELF! YOU ARE NOT KEEPING OUR CHILD AWAY FROM US!"

He couldn't help it.

Even if he had no intention of going with the people who gave him life, Harry couldn't help but feel sorry for them as Lucifer lost his pleasant demeanor for something far more sinister.

"You are awfully brave to be telling me what I can and cannot do in MY kingdom. Perhaps when you have spent centuries kissing the ass of the Holy Father, I might begin to take you seriously. But until that time keep your fucking mouth shut, or I'll stitch it closed for you."

Grateful that he wasn't on the end of that murderous look, Harry could tell that Lucifer was about to deliver another insult. But the sudden sound of the sirens caused him to instead break out into a look of amusement.

"Well now, it appears that your little reunion has come to an end. So before you leave my blood-covered kingdom, I shall allow you a moment to say goodbye to your son. Cause even if my own father didn't have the balls to bid me a farewell before my fall, that's no reason to prevent you from exchanging a final goodbye. So best make it memorable!"

Watching the Devil disappear with a snap of his fingers, and ensuring that his hands were close to one of the three weapons he carried on his person, Harry could only stare wordlessly as his so-called parents tried one last attempt to convince him to leave Hell.

"Please Harry come with us. I know you've suffered, and we're deeply sorry for that. But…"

"You know nothing. For eight years I've been starved, beaten, made to feel like I was less than human. Hell, I thought my name was Freak until my kindergarten teacher got me in trouble by informing the Dursleys of how I responded to the semester's first roll call. And yet now that I finally have a family who actually gives a damn if I have enough to eat, reward me for doing well in my classes, or actually care if I live or die, you want to take me away from that. I only have two things to say to that. FUCK You!"

And with that, he made his way back towards the manor.

Uncaring of the fact that as soon as he was embraced by his crying red-skinned parents, the ones who had given him life were wearing expressions that clearly wished that it was them who were being held tightly, and making promises that they would never let him go.

For even if he was only 8 years old, he had learned that family didn't necessarily need to be related by blood to be tied together.

And that was enough for him to be happy.

…..

ANNNNNND DONE!

Just one more short chapter to write up (which will give some closure to everything that has transpired to this point) but that is it.

That is the end of the Extermination arc of this story. AND the LAST arc before the Philosophers/Sorcerers Stone. Took a while to get here, but thanks to all of you, and especially Darkscythe Drake for their editing and serving as my sounding board, I have managed to reach a point long in the planning :D.

Now on to the next lol

But lets start with what has happened during this chapter.

Harry playing cards with his family was a nice way to pass the time. And yes Octavia's absence was deliberate since her mother would want her to be in the bunker's most secure room during the Extermination.

Got to the point where Blitzo and Stella have their little….heart to heart. It's not the end of it, but it IS an important stepping stone. Also think I did an excellent job of portraying Blitzo. But that's just my opinion lol.

ANNNND finally, the Potters meeting their son after they have finished off the Dursley family AND had the Devil tell them where to find him.

Lengthy segments, but important ones.

Yes I know that it was more Lily oriented, but still think I managed to do a good job with how they would react upon being reunited with a son who doesn't view them as his family any more. I know the books speak of James maturing as he got older, but it is my opinion, formed from reading canon and other fanfic material, is that he has a very black and white mentality when it comes to good and evil. So while he wishes to reunite with his son, like the father from X-Men Last Stand (i.e. the guy who came up for a cure for mutants for his son), he believes his son will be better if he changes.

And then of course there's Lucifer. Now he was fun to write. I admit that a lot of my source material was taken from other media depictions of the Devil since we are all still waiting for Hazbin Hotel episode 2, but with the shows Lucifer and Supernatural to work with, I think I did a good job. I.e. admiring the fact that a parent is willing to go to hell to find their child, mocking them for being too loyal to Heaven's rules, pissed when someone orders him around, and taking advantage of God's gift of free will to all human creatures. Also him making them feel like shit by pointing out that they could have gotten another family member to request a 'special blessing' for Harry.

That last part was always something I intended to use in this story. For while Harry has been changed in a physical sense by his time in hell, promise to have a more detailed description of what he looks like when he is 11 (I DO plan to use the suggestion about the horns), he is STILL alive. And thus is technically immune to direct Divine and Dammed attempts to control his life.

And as for his conversation with his parents, well…was an emotional scene, but also reflects what Harry learned in canon. Blood may make relations, but family doesn't have to share your blood. And since I.M.P. and the Goetias have helped him recover from his Dursley experience, either through loving him as their own, treating him with respect, offering friendship, think it's safe to say that he wouldn't think highly of the people who could have helped him but didn't.

Can't wait to write how he'll be with the Hogwarts staff, but patience everyone. Patience.

Anywho, hope you are all enjoying this story.

Again the next chapter will be small in length since the following it will be the start of Book 1.

Plz review. No flames. Encourage you to check out Darkscythe Drake's stories.

Til next time.