'I'm on the highway to hell

On the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to…'

Smashing his alarm clock with an irritated groan, for he had no real desire to get up considering Loona had somehow conned him into accompanying her and Blitzo to see some stupid late-night rodeo, though he had to admit the sight of a stampede of flaming demonic horses had been badass, Harry desperately tried to slip back into oblivion.

Only to have his mother's cheerful tone provide him with the proper incentive to make him abandon his attempts to fall back asleep and get up.

"Harry sweetie, time to get up. Breakfast is just about done."

Knowing that there was no need to verbally acknowledge that particular announcement, for since he had hit double digits his appetite had increased by at least threefold, Harry took one final stretch before beginning his morning routine.

Ensuring that he was standing in a non-cluttered section of his room, and making sure that his window was closed to ensure that there were no pervs trying to sneak a peek at his prepubescent body, Harry quickly observed his appearance to ensure that everything was in order.

His hair, while still unruly, had the appearance that he had just come back from an aerial race with Octavia. Though he supposed that since it was starting to get long to almost reach his shoulders he could probably neaten it up with a ponytail like some mobsters did.

His body, while pale in the places where it wasn't dotted with dark green scales, nevertheless had good muscle tone to it despite his rather scrawny stature.

His eyes were still rocking the badass serpent look.

And of course last but not least, his horns, while largely hidden by his hair, were nevertheless present and willing to stab someone if he ever decided to use a headbutt.

A massive improvement considering less than three years ago he could have been knocked over by a strong breeze, or more regularly the fat tub of lard that had been his pig of a cousin. But for the moment that wasn't important to distract him from his goal.

Uncaring that he was simply in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers, for today was the one day of the week where he had to recover from his nighttime activities over at Master Stolas's mansion, Harry quickly slipped into the kitchen and happily helped himself to the towering stack of pancakes that had been placed at this spot at the table.

Of course, the speed of his consumption of the fluffy, syrup-infused pile earned a disapproving look from his father.

"You do know you can slow down don't you Harry? I mean, never mind that I have more than enough on my plate. But I think your mother and I both learned not to try and swipe anything from your end of the table after our first trip as a family to the Ring of Wrath."

The sound of his mom's amused chuckling was enough to cause him to momentarily pause his morning feeding.

"You can say that again. Though considering my sister always had the bad habit of stealing bits and pieces from the rest of our plates when my parents weren't looking, I have to say that she rightfully deserved it."

Smiling at the memory of his first breakfast with his grandparents, and the fact that his accidental violent actions towards his surprisingly masculine-sounding aunt had been met with praise rather than a scolding, Harry happily returned to his breakfast without another word.

Though sadly he would be unable to entirely focus on his diabetes-inducing meal thanks to his dad's desire to talk about the coming evening's festivities.

"So Harry are you sure about tonight? I mean it's your decision. But if you wanted to, we could find somewhere else to hold your party. I mean, I know our boss is always going on how anything can happen at the office. But for your eleventh birthday, I would have thought you'd chose something more fun like Luu Luu World."

Swallowing a heaping forkful before answering, Harry shook his head.

"Thanks Dad, but the office is fine. I mean, yeah, it's a bit cramped and all. But since our last trip to an amusement park kinda went south after Blitzo lost his cool when they refused to honor his coupon, think it's best if we hold it in a place where he has to worry about repair costs to his own shi…"

"Finish that sentence and your birthday cake is gonna be made out of soap young man. I can tolerate a BIT of sass, but since your only turning eleven, I will not have you swear."

Sheepishly nodding his head, for he knew that his mom was more than willing to back up any threat she made, Harry quickly corrected himself.

"Sorry, Mom. I meant Blitzo would probably be more careful if we had the party in a place where he has to pick up the repair costs."

Earning an approving smile from both of his parents, though he suspected that his mom was smiling because of his correction, and his dad was because he was showing a willingness to at least try and curb Blitzo's chaotic behavior, Harry released a small groan as his day off wouldn't be as relaxing as he originally intended.

"Well if that's what you want, then there's no reason to worry. Now once the both of you finish up, I'm gonna need your help for a few hours cleaning up our weapons closet. We've gotten so many lately what with Ma and Pa wanting to ensure that their grandson has a proper arsenal that we'll have to start our seasonal cleaning early."

Knowing that it would probably take until the mid-afternoon to do all this, for even if he could use magic to perform basic household spells he knew that it was better, and safer to organize their ever-expanding collection by hand, Harry could only nod his head in acceptance at this bit of news.

The only plus side was that as soon as he was done, he had a few hours to kill before he got ready for his party.

And while it was only a small affair, being attended by only the members of I.M.P, and the Goetia Family, the fact remained that people he cared about were willing to mark the anniversary of his birth with cake, gifts, and if he was quick enough a few sips from the adult-only punchbowl.

And that was enough for him.

….

After a hard night's work, there was nothing he liked more than the simple pleasure of lighting a cheap mass-produced cancer stick and trying to make smoke figures with his breath.

A two years ago, he would have been able to enjoy it without complaint from his romantic partner.

But now, he was lucky to get in a puff or two before…

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT FILTHY HABIT?!"

Rolling his eyes as he stared into the less than pleased expression of the avian noblewoman, Blitzo decided to react to that potentially dangerous question with an answer that could very well result in his finely toned a** being kicked out the bedroom window.

"Really? After the hours of turning this bed into something that would practically glow if you turned a blacklight on it, you think that a bit of cigarette ash is gonna make any difference? Besides I fucking earned this little bad boy considering what you and your freak of a husband put me through. Especially that first bit where you had me eat you out while using my hands and tail to go to town on both of your back doors while you're sucking off Stolas's bird dick. Though how you do it without scraping it with your beak I don't know. But anyway, I'm good, but even I need to take a breather now and again."

His words causing Stella to develop a not so minor eye twitch, though he had to admit that it was far tamer than what it had been during the first few weeks of their new 'arrangement, the former circus performer felt himself smirk as Stolas came to his aid.

"He does have a point, Stella. At least when it comes to 'earning' his little reward. Your stamina and technique never fail to satisfy Blitzy. Though I do wish that it could happen more frequently."

Blowing a cloud of smoke into the air before turning his attention towards the exhausted, but nevertheless pleased-looking owl Demon, Blitzo merely shrugged his shoulders to show his opinion regarding the frequency of his 'visits'.

"Well, what can I say. Between work, having to now occasionally put up with two horny owls at the same time, and some other random shit in the chaotic mess I call my life, don't really have a lot of energy for making this more than a bi-weekly thing."

Of course, if he really wanted too he could have taken some 'magical aides' to help increase his endurance. But since he was an Imp who prided himself on his 'natural' ability, plus the fact that the new and improved boner pills coming out of the late Valentino's territory lasted far longer than he wanted them to, Blitzo was content to limit his sexual escapades.

Even if both of his bedmates weren't.

"Then perhaps you should start asking your betters how to properly use my husband's magic book. Smuggling in human products would fetch quite the high price in certain circles, AND it has the added benefit of ensuring that you are properly rested for our little…get-togethers."

Shooting an unimpressed glare at the equally unimpressed owl Demon, whose form was as lanky as her husband's except in the areas where he liked his females to have a bit or more than a bit of fat on them, Blitzo merely scoffed at Stella's suggestion.

"Already tried that once, and in my opinion, that was once too many. There's only so much tolerance I have for upper-class snobs, and since I only put up with you because you're a decent lay, and a…"

A Demon who could flay you alive without a second thought if you annoy me enough."

Waving aside her threat, for he knew that Stolas would intervene before things got that far, the Imp pressed on.

"True, but considering there's like thousands of other beings in Hell who could do the same, that doesn't make you special. Anyways, the point that I'm trying to make is that my current skill set is more tailored towards killing people than running some kind of smuggling operation."

His explanation earned an amused chuckle from his fellow male.

"Oh, I don't know about that Blitzy. I do believe that if you chose to go into that particular field, you'd be quite successful. After all, you do have a knack for hiding large and deadly instruments in small tight spaces don't you?"

Rolling his eyes at Stolas's perverted observation, a move that was copied by the feathered bitch that had been a participant in their 'dealings' for the past 9 months, Blitzo was unable to offer a witty comeback thanks to the owl Demon's ability to separate business from pleasure.

"Anywho, as much as I enjoy our little sessions, I'm afraid that we will have to cut this one short my sweet little Imp. We all have to prepare for this evening's festivities after all."

Tilting his head in confusion, for as far as he knew his schedule for the evening was pretty much clear, Blitzo opened his mouth to enquire what was going on.

Only to have Stella answer it for him.

"Honestly I don't know why we must make such a big deal about this. If it was the boy's thirteenth birthday, or when he reached his majority, then it would be cause for a grand celebration. But since he's only turning eleven, I fail to see the importance."

Eyes widening as he suddenly remembered that TODAY was the birthday of his youngest employee, Blitzo discreetly reached for his cell phone to text Looney about the relevant details, specifically whether or not he had a gift picked out already, as his male lover chided his wife.

"You have a point, my dear. However while he may no longer identify himself as a human, the fact remains that turning eleven is a very important milestone in wizarding culture. And the boy does seem himself as a wizard."

Snorting in amusement, if only because Harry had recently taken to preferring the term sorcerer over the rather cutesy term of 'wizard', the former circus performer found himself nodding his head in agreement at Stella's rebuttal.

"True. But with the training he's gotten from both you and myself, it's safe to say that the tradition has lost some of its meaning. Most magical children of his age in Britain, at least those who lack the means to properly instruct their children, have yet to learn even the basics. While the boy, while still below Octavia in terms of knowledge and power, nevertheless stands above the average human magic user."

Not to mention the fact that Harry knew all sorts of ways to kills, cripple, or wound a man using either simple spell work or a weapon. But Blitzo decided to leave that unsaid since it was clear that Stolas wasn't having any of it.

"Nevertheless we shall still honor the traditions of his ancestors. Besides, it is around this time of year when the….opposition attempts to make their presence known. And it would be best to remain present on the off chance that his biological parents decide to do more than send another letter."

Snickering in cruel amusement, for he was pretty sure that those feathered fucks had no idea that their letters remained unopened to this day, though they had been spared from destruction since Moxxie reasoned that perhaps HIS son might want to read them one day, Blitzo allowed his mind to picture the fun he would be having that evening.

Since the Double M's were adamant about keeping the kid away from alcohol until he was a teenager, though he was certain that Loona helped him skirt around that band, the party would probably be light on the type of beverage that could send an Imp into a nice warm buzz before he woke up wishing for an Exorcist to put him out of his misery.

But there would be sweets. Opportune moments to capture heartwarming family moments.

And a chance to finally put his daughter and her feathered rival in their proper place.

Of course, if his partner had been raised like any normal human, he was certain that his current losing streak would have been over by now.

But since Harry had only been practicing his video gaming skills for the past 3 years, plus the fact that there was no way he would allow the kid to be on the same team as his daughter since he knew what that would lead to in the future, Blitzo resigned himself to playing the latest bloody video game with a teammate whose in-game timidity greatly resembled that of his father's in real life.

Of course, it never occurred to him that he could simply have Harry pair off with Octavia so that his precious Looney Tuney would be on his team, but that didn't matter.

At least for the time being.

…..

Though he knew Stolas had told him that his son wouldn't show any interest in the 'unique' differences possessed by the female gender until he was well into his teenage years, Moxxie nevertheless had a mild panic attack as he heard the voices coming from Blitzo's office.

"Come on Loona! Please? I promise I won't tell if you won't."

"That's not the point kid. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm flattered that you went to me with this instead of the beanie-wearing scarecrow, but you're still a bit young to see this."

"Really? And at what age did you decide to finally make the transition to adulthood?"

"A lot sooner than you will be considering you're still buying the training option at an age where I already moved on to the adult section. Though I doubt you'll ever be able to advance to the more…mature options considering your…build."

"Canine hussy!"

"Shit coughing owl!"

"Guys, why don't you both show me? I mean, your both of my friends, so there's no reason to get mad. And Via, even if Loona's is bigger than yours, I've come to learn that it's not the size of the package, it's what you do with…"

"ALRIGHT WHAT IN SATAN'S NAME IS GOING ON IN THERE?!"

Flinching at the sudden shouting of his employer, who as usual had proven how stealthy he could be if he put his mind to it, Moxxie nevertheless agreed with this line of questioning.

Even if he didn't approve of the way Blitzo kicked down Harry's door with guns at the ready and a feral look on his face.

Rushing to intervene before the bullets began to fly, the white-haired Imp released a sigh that was part relief, and part amusement as he scolded the guilty-looking wizard.

"Now Harry I thought your mother and I had told you no sword handling unless you're properly supervised. It's great that you want to pick up a new skill, but your still a tad too short to use these things kiddo."

Of course, now that it was clear that nothing sexual was going on in here, Blitzo's violently protective tendencies receded in favor of something that was even less helpful.

"Aww don't be such a buzzkill Moxx. The fact that the kid's showing an interest in new types of weapons is a good thing. I mean, I remember the first time I made the transition from daggers to guns. Cost me a shit load of money cause throwing a knife is a bit different than shooting a fully automatic assault rifle, but I had to start somewhere. And unlike me, your boy has someone willing to show him the ropes while actually giving a damn if he slices off a finger or too. Though I suppose if he slices off another certain extremity it wouldn't be the end of the world. The end of your chances of having grandchildren perhaps, but meh, no loss."

Doing his best not to lash out at his boss's latest inappropriate comment, though he suspected that Loona and Octavia would do little to hold him back if did choose to get violent, Moxxie took a deep breath before he attempted to get to the reason for his interruption.

"The point is that until you're a little older Harry, no swords. Now come on. Your mother is almost ready to serve the cake. And we can't begin until the birthday boy is present."

Taking a father's privilege to enjoy the look of embarrassment that had come over Harry's face at that correct, yet slightly childish title, the white-haired Imp was nearly knocked to the ground as Blitzo slapped him on the back.

"Why the hell didn't you say that in the first place Moxx? The whole reason I decided to allow you two to host your kid's birthday here is 'cause your hoe makes the best diabetes-inducing snack this side of the Circle of Gluttony."

Deciding it wasn't worth his time to correct his boss's reason, which had more to do with financial considerations than his desire for Millie's overly sugary baking, Moxxie tried to pick himself up.

Only to be knocked down again as Loona rushed by him.

"Out of the way fatty. You're the last one who needs to have a piece of cake."

"Would have thought that be you considering the size of your ass."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME YOU FEATHERED TWIT!?"

"Now now girls. There's no reason to fight. I'm sure Millie made enough cake for everyone."

Groaning as his body was literally used as a doormat by his boss, his much heavier daughter, and the daughter of their company's chief customer, the white-haired Imp released a sigh of relief as his son worked his magic.

"You really gotta watch what you say, dad. You should know by now that mom's desserts are one of the few things that can cause Blitzo AND Loona to act in synch like that."

Nodding his head at this little tidbit, for it was true that he SHOULD have known better considering what happened the last time he had gotten in the way of his violent coworkers and Millie's sugary creations, Moxxie decided to change the topic to something that didn't automatically remind him of his occasional status as a doormat.

"You got a point, Harry. Though I do appreciate the fact that you always there to heal me up. Your getting really good with those first aid spells."

Receiving a smile that was a touch too smug to be completely modest, he still wasn't sure if that was Millie's or Blitzo's influence on the boy, the newly healed Imp gestured for his son to lead the way as he trailed behind.

Though even before he got out the door he could still hear his wife's joyful announcement.

"Well, it's about time you got back here young man. I know you have a good time playing games with your friends and all.."

"More like failing actually. The kid IS making some improvement, but nowhere near enough to pose a challenge to my awesome gaming skills."

Naturally, Millie proceeded to ignore Blitzo's boasting instead of acknowledging it.

"But it's time to get to the final part of the evening. Cake and presents!"

Happy that this announcement was greeted with unanimous sounds of agreement, though the female members of the Goetia Family, and Loona, were a lot more reserved in their reactions than Stolas and Blitzo were, Moxxie managed to quickly grab his offered slice of chocolate cake before taking a brief glance at the small pile that would soon be unwrapped.

And for the most part, he was happy at what he saw and most importantly, heard.

No ticking noises.

No boxes with holes and heavy breathing coming from them.

And more importantly, unlike last year, no unmarked boxes that decayed from some form of dangerous magic or chemical.

That last thought still brought a concerned frown to his face since they still didn't know the identity of who had sent it, the most they discovered that it had been mailed from somewhere in Pentagram City. But since there was nothing more they could do about that at the moment, Moxxie quietly settled for claiming a good vantage point to watch his now cakeless son open his presents.

Instead of a new weapon, Blitzo had gotten him a pair of holsters that, while not exactly practical if one was trying to conceal their guns, nevertheless gave the impression that he was not to be messed with.

And while Harry's interest in cowboy and western themes wasn't nearly as bad as the white-spotted Imp, there was no denying that his son enjoyed a good Clint Eastwood or Tarantino film.

Loona's gift ended up being a new set of daggers with a howling wolf motif, along with a whetstone that was guaranteed to last for years.

Stolas and Stella had decided to give him a collection of spell books that dealt with spell creation and rituals.

Octavia had gotten him a rather intimidating leather jacket from Stylish Occult.

But it was the last gift that put a pleased expression on the Imp couple's faces as they watched their son's reaction.

For while the ban on swords would remain in place for at least another two years, they hadn't said anything about axes.

Smiling as his son admired the latest weapon in his ever-growing armory, and feeling just a tad bit smug as he noticed that Blitzo was currently looking at the weapon with more than a touch of envy, Moxxie moved to repeat the already established rules of using a new weapon.

Only to stop as the sound of amused chuckling filled the room.

"Now that is a fine gift if I do say so myself. A tad difficult to use if one doesn't have the necessary strength for it, plus the fact that using it to block an attack is somewhat more taxing than a regular blade, but it is nevertheless a fine present to give an eleven-year-old. I wish my own daughter had shown an interest in such things at that age. But alas, some things don't turn out the way we wish."

Jumping back in fright at the startling appearance of Hell's ruler, Moxxie was grateful that his son's party was attended by some higher-ranking Demons.

Otherwise, he strongly suspected that his employer would have been the first one to recover from the shock of seeing the Devil eating a piece of birthday cake like had didn't have a care in the world.

"Welcome your majesty. To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Acknowledging Stolas's greeting with a slight wave of his hand, for even the Devil knew that it was impolite to talk when one's mouth was full, the white-haired Imp flashed his understandable anxious wife a look of support when Lucifer gave his answer.

"Well for starters, you can give me the recipe for this delightful little desert. Not as good as my wife's of course, but since she only ever bakes for me on special occasions, this will serve as a more than adequate substitute until those happy occasions."

Grateful that Harry was a chocolate lover, for he wasn't sure what would have happened if they had decided to serve a vanilla cake instead of the appropriately named Devil's Food, Moxxie felt his anxiety return as the Devil turned towards his son with a smile and an outstretched envelope.

"But mainly I am here to celebrate the young Dragon's birthday by giving him something that would have eventually fallen into his lap if he still resided with either my adopted siblings or the family whose names I never bothered to remember."

Unsure if he should scowl at the reminder of Harry's former…caretakers, or cower as the Devil sported a displeased expression of his own at having to acknowledge his familial link to Heaven, Moxxie soon had his attention focused on his scowling son as he read the contents of the now revealed letter.

"Dear Mr. Potter. We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

His son looked up from the letter, which for some odd reason had been made out of parchment instead of paper, Moxxie was glad that Lucifer seemed to be finding this whole thing amusing as Harry said something that would have no doubt gotten him punished if he had said it any other time.

"Is this a joke?"

As it was, his question merely earned a chuckle from the white-skinned Fallen Angel.

"On the contrary, it is a genuine offer of admission. Of course, the level of education you will receive from such an institution will be sorely lacking when compared to the private instruction you have received up to this point, but I'm sure you can endure it for aw.."

"NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE!"

His wife's words earning looks of shock and horror from the rest of the group, as well as an irritated glare from the being who could kill them all with only a snap of his fingers, Moxxie could only watch in silent horror as Millie angrily questioned the ruler of Hell.

"What do you mean 'He will receive' and 'he will endure it'?"

Though having had the same horrified curiosity, the white-haired Imp lacked his wife's ability to voice them.

But rather than causing her to be burnt to a crisp, or start coughing up blood or her vital organs, Lucifer answered her question with a look that clearly said that he found the whole thing amusing.

"I mean that it is now time for him to be reintroduced into the society that is divided between those that see him as a savior, those that will view him as a political tool, and those that wish to see him dead. Surely you did not think that I would be so cruel as to deny him access to other members of his kind?"

At this Millie wisely kept her mouth shut, though Moxxie could tell that she wanted to tell the Devil that being cruel was a virtue in Hell.

But that didn't mean that she was the only one with questions.

"Forgive my impertinence your majesty, but how did you get access to that letter? Even if magic is used to find the location of its intended receiver, the fact remains that unless one uses a specific type of magic, one that requires access to knowledge that is carefully guarded by Hell and the opposition, it is impossible for objects from the mortal world to reach us."

The avian Demon's question earned a smile that, while still carrying its earlier amusement, nevertheless possessed a quality that had been somewhat lacking when it had been turned towards the female Imp.

Respect.

"You are correct my dear Stolas. Which is why I had taken the liberty of using some of the dear lad's magical energy to create the illusion that he is currently located in one of my favorite places on earth. Not enough to be noticed by an actively searching wizard of course, but for an instrument whose sole function is to write names and send acceptance letters once said identified magic-user is of a certain age, it was sufficient."

Though feeling unsatisfied with this answer, for at best it sounded like something an unimaginative writer could come up with if they only had a basic knowledge of certain minor, but nevertheless crucial plot devices that were only explained in a source's expanded universe, Moxxie's attention was quickly focused on something more pressing as Harry voiced his opinion.

"That still doesn't explain why I have to go. Thanks to Master Stolas, I'm already miles ahead of most human magic users my age. And I also think.."

"And that's the problem kiddo. You think that you have a choice in the matter, but you don't. I understand that part of your viewpoint comes from wishing to further distance yourself from your ascended mummy and daddy, but I'm afraid that for the next seven years or so, your just going to have to suck it up. However, I suppose if you end up using the knowledge you've gained during your stay down here, you might be able to speed things along. Especially if that snake-faced bastard feels the need to confront his fated enemy before he's recovered from that night."

Eyes narrowing at this declaration, though he wasn't sure if it was due to the mention of the feathered monsters that refused to accept Harry's rejection or due to the way Lucifer was making light of this situation, Moxxie had to admire his son's composure as he responded to the Devil's words.

"Didn't you tell me the first time we met that I had free will?"

Of course, he was understandably concerned that Harry lacked the same survival instincts that came naturally to all Sinners and naturally born Demons. But thankfully Lucifer merely chuckled at this minor show of defiance.

"I did. However, I'm afraid that in this instance, you don't really have a choice. And no I don't mean that I intend to torture your charming little family until you do what I want. Though I suppose if you're in a particularly stubborn mood, I could select one of them to recreate the image that my famous temporary mortal brother is famous for."

Gulping as he felt the Devil's yellow eyes move from Millie to him, the white-haired Imp felt himself frown as Hell's ruler continued his explanation.

"But that could very well end up backfiring on me. But as I was saying, sadly thanks to the actions taken by some whiny orphan with delusions of grandeur, you are the only one capable of dealing with him. Of course, if I wished someone else could deal with him, but that would sadly result in my former family getting involved, which is something I have no desire to do."

Again experiencing the feeling that this was something that could only come out of the mind of a bored hack writer with loads of time on their hands, Moxxie experienced the familiar desire to embrace his son as Lucifer all but guaranteed that Harry would do something he really didn't want to do.

"However, once you know what I know, I suspect that you will have no issue taking care of this little…quest for me. Because if you still show no signs of forgiving the Potters for their inability to think outside the box, I suspect that your feelings towards the man who robbed them of their chance to shield you from the Dursleys would be quite hostile, to say the least."

And as he feared, his son's reaction to this news was similar to the way Millie got whenever she was truly pissed.

Narrowed eyes. A feral growl. And a tiny hint of fire.

"Tell me more."

….

Despite the fact that it was three o'clock in the morning, and the fact that she had to be at work in four hours, the events of the past evening had prevented Millie from getting an ounce of sleep.

And while her husband's back was currently turned towards her, she knew that he was also unable to go to sleep.

Though his reasons were slightly different than hers.

For whereas she had made it plain that she would do whatever it took to support her boy through his time of need, Moxxie had been more concerned in looking after his mental health.

She loved her husband. She truly did. But his thoughtfulness, and the fact that he lacked the qualities that would have instantly won over her parents, ensured that his current views regarding their son clashed with her own.

For her, Harry's desire to get revenge for all the shit he went through before he was adopted was completely justified. And she would let nothing stand in her way, be it Angel, Demon, or Human, of giving him all the support he needed in erasing the bastard that had ruined the first 7 years of his life.

Moxxie's approach, however, while making it clear that he would support their son, had instead chosen to try and get Harry to think a bit more rationally.

Yes, Lucifer had pretty much insinuated that it would be in their son's best interest to go to a magical boarding school, though he had made it plain that he didn't have to be there twenty-four/seven, nine to ten months of the year, that still didn't prevent her husband, and to a lesser extent Blitzo, from trying to lessen Harry's anger by concentrating on the positive aspects of this new chapter in his life.

Interacting with children his own age, specifically, those who wouldn't literally stab him in the back if they disliked his characteristics, would do much to make him act like how an eleven-year-old was supposed to act.

Though personally, she didn't see anything wrong with some of the mannerisms he picked up from Loona or Prince Stolas's daughter. But then again she had been raised in an environment where being violent ensured that no one would dare steal anything from her dinner plate.

He would have a chance to show off his magical talent without worrying that one of the surviving Vs, or any other Overlord, would come sneaking around to abduct him for their latest power scheme. Though Valentino had been the only one to openly move against her son, so for the moment that wasn't a serious consideration.

And the justification Blitzo had pushed forward was, while in its own way brilliant, nevertheless focused less on Harry's emotional well-being and more on the way that his 'mission of fate' could end bringing in a nice pile of cash for the company.

Truthfully she didn't care about the money or the fact that Blitzo's latest scheme had been met with approval by the Devil himself. But she had to admit that it would be nice to keep the money coming in while Harry was too busy to help out.

Still, the fact that her son would be exposing himself to danger without his heavily armed parents at his side was enough to make for a sleepless night.

Even if she somehow suspected that this might happen when she learned that her boy had been carrying a bit more 'baggage' than one would expect from an eight-year-old orphan.

Of course, that soul fragment had long since been absorbed by her son, ensuring that his dragon-like characteristics were closer to a wyrm than the species that most young children viewed as the norm, but the fact remained that the bitch who had turned Harry into an orphan still existed.

And that some stupid prophesy made by an alcoholic whose visions largely came from the ingestion of certain herbs all but decreed that her son was the one to finally put an end to this b***.

But there was nothing preventing his family from giving him all the help he needed.

Cause after all, taking down Valentino had been a team effort, even if Harry had done the majority of the work to line up the kill shot.

So logically, dealing with a nearly powerless, but still malicious, disembodied wraith couldn't be so bad.

Right?

….

ANNNNNND that marks the end of the first Harry goes off to Hogwarts chapter.

Longish chapter, but I doubt many of you will complain in that regards lol.

So brief recap, Harry is now 11, Blitzo is now sleeping with BOTH Stolas and Stella, and Lucifer is the one who gives Harry the letter, AND convinces him to go to Hogwarts.

I promise that the Devil's reasons for this will be explained in later chapters, but for now feel free to come up with your own opinions. Though I must confess that it took some time in figuring out how to do this since it needed to be somewhat plausible (for fanfic anyway lol) and yet keep true to how I'm depicting the characters.

Now to address some things that have been posed to me.

The idea that Harry becomes more of a Wyrm like dragon HAS been adopted, though considering his upbringing, like to think that he would have been a dragon anyway. BUT voldemort's influence ensured it was a slightly more snake like fire breathing reptile. Promise to expand later when Harry goes FULL demon mode.

As to what house Harry will be in…everyone has made good suggestions. HOWEVER, I already have a plan on how that will go. Mostly influenced by another fanfic story I admit, but for this situation will put my own original spin on it.

Also have been informed that while this story hasn't earned its own separate tv tropes page, or even a mention in the fanfic stories of Helluva Boss, have earned new mentions in the 'bring my brown pants, Mercy Kill, plot driving death, and never my fault' categories for fanstories.

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Plz review, no flames.

Once again a big thanks to Darkscythe Drake for their help in editing this story. Without them, would take longer for this story to come out since they fix the grammar errors I mistakenly leave.

And til next time.