Despite being born into a family that had more wealth and power than the majority of Hell's inhabitants, whether they were Sinners or Hellborns, there was still one thing that always seemed to be out of reach for the young Goetia heiress.

It wasn't friends. Though truth be told only a small number of them could be counted on NOT to stab her in the back if she ever displayed weakness. Even if she wouldn't put it past Loona to get in a few cheap shots before Harry called her to heel.

It was the inability to get a decent night's sleep whenever her parents were having one of their little 'sleepovers'.

Thankfully they always confined themselves to the bedroom whenever they were doing THAT. She wasn't sure if she could hold on to her sanity if they chose to do it in the more commonly used areas of the manor.

But the fact remained that despite the fact that the defenses surrounding her bedroom were only slightly less extensive than the wards surrounding the mansion, her father's overprotectiveness had failed to ensure that her walls were as soundproof as they were bulletproof.

Which meant she got to hear every…

"OOOOHHHH BLITZY! DON'T STOP!"

And:

"DON'T YOU DARE FINISH BEFORE I DO YOU FILTHY LITTLE IMP!"

And perhaps the most disgusting of all:

"YESSS BLITZY! GIVE US SOME OF THAT DELICIOUS IMP SEED OF YOURS!"

Back when it had merely been her father and the Imp going at it, her headphones had been more than sufficient to block them out. If only because they didn't want her mother to catch them while they were in the middle of screwing their brains out.

But now, not only was the incentive to stay quiet gone, but her mother, whose shrill tones could probably be heard in every Ring of Hell if she put her mind to it, was also getting in on the 'Imp Action'.

And since turning up her stereo system also wouldn't help, for her father seemed to get even more disgustingly vocal whenever he had music to fornicate to, her chances of retaining her sanity until the morning was slim to no…

PING

Casting her pink-colored eyes towards her laptop, for the first time since she had gotten home that day from college a small smile spread across her beaked lips as she read the words of the notification.

Harry is inviting you to a video call. Will you accept?

Turning on some background music before she clicked yes, for even if it failed to completely muffle the sounds of her parent's fornication, at least on her end, it would be sufficient to prevent Harry from hearing anything he was still too young to understand, Via was greeted with the smiling visage of the green-eyed dragon Demon.

"Hey Via! Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time?"

Releasing a small chuckle at this question, the owl Demon quickly shook her head.

"Actually I would say you couldn't have picked a better time to call. My parents are currently….busy with that Imp employer of yours. And since chatting with you is infinitely more fun than dealing with homework, I have to say that my evening is now wide open."

Receiving an understanding nod from the reptilian-eyed Wizard, Via felt the tiniest bit of envy as Harry told her about his evening.

"Well, that's good at least. Sorry I couldn't call sooner. But Mom wanted to do a movie night right after we had dinner, so I couldn't really talk until now. How's college going?"

Waving her hand to dismiss his unnecessary apology, the teenaged owl Demon could only sigh as she tried to put into words her exact feelings regarding her studies.

"It's….going. The material itself is useful I suppose, even if I only have a short time to learn it before we move on to the next subject. But the majority of my so-called peers are either idiots or brownnosers. The only intelligent conversation I get is with my teachers, but occasionally they try to suck up to me in order to get on my Father's good side."

Her words earning a sympathetic look from the younger Demon, Via couldn't help but laugh as Harry described his own 'academic' experience.

"At least you're more or less allowed to hurt people if they irritate you. You have no idea how much I had to restrain myself when dealing with some of the idiots at this school. I mean sure, a FEW people are ok, with only one or two of them being close to what I would call friends. But I swear I am this close to going all feral on some of the idiots here. And speaking of feral, where the hell did you get that bird? The damn thing is always trying to steal from me."

Allowing a small, teasing smirk to cross her features, the Goetia heiress couldn't help but tease the younger Demon as she correctly guessed the source of his frustration.

"Let me guess, she's taken a liking to whatever fatty, and high sodium product you tend to gorge yourself with in the mornings? And rather than follow my mother's advice about letting the lady go first, you choose to be less than willing to share in the freely provided bounty of your morning buffet?"

Fighting the very real urge to laugh at the glaring pout that was currently stretched across Harry's features, Via was about to offer a bit of advice on how to deal with her secret spy. Only to be interrupted in the most disgusting, and horrifying way imaginable.

"OOOHHHHHH YEESSSS BLITZYYY! YESS! YESSSS! YEEEESSSSSSS!"

Quickly terminating the connection as soon as she heard her father's excited moaning, and not having the courage to restart the video call after such an embarrassing interruption, Via was extremely grateful when she received a text message from her draconic friend.

'Wanted to ask if you were free tomorrow to hang out with me and Loona at my house? Mom and Dad already said that it's okay to have you both over. And Blitzo…..honestly I don't think Loona intends to tell him where she's gone until she's back. But the point is would love to have you over.'

While she would have said yes anyway, the continued thudding from her parents' room, which frighteningly enough was located on the other side of the mansion, ensured that her reply was almost instantaneous.

'Will be there in the morning. Don't sleep in!'

Receiving the thumbs-up icon as a reply, and knowing that her chances of falling asleep were slim to nil considering that the Imp had only arrived barely an hour ago, the irritated owl Demon decided to get another minor annoyance out the way.

For while she hated it, she had sadly long since gotten used to doing her coursework to the sound of her parents' frenzied lovemaking.

….

Cackling as he watched his opponent's fighter collapse into a pool of blood, sweat, and tears, Harry neatly avoided a swipe to his head as Loona decided to voice her disproval with his current winning streak.

"Ok spill. How the fuck are you cheating? 'Cause last time I checked, the crispy guy with a fetish for knives and sweaters is far weaker than the deformed hockey fan with mommy issues."

Adopting his best shit eating smirk as he turned towards the irritated-looking Hellhound, the young dragon Demon gave his answer.

"It's not cheating. It's skill."

While his taunt earned a less than pleased growl from Loona, his comment was enough to send his other friend into a small fit of giggles.

"Can't argue with that logic. Though I must confess that I also find your victory to be rather suspicious Harry. The last time we played Serial Killer Deathmatch, your losing streak was, to put it gently, somewhat memorable."

Scowling as he recalled his less than stellar performance the last time they had played this game, Harry took a deep breath to calm his nerves before answering the lounging owl Demon.

Only to have his Mother answer the question in a manner that, while making it clear that he hadn't been cheating, ensured that he looked more…obsessed than he wanted to appear.

"Oh, you should have seen him after you left. Whenever he wasn't with us on a job, doing his studies, or spending time with loved ones, Harry spent hours on that game to the point where Moxxie had to put in a parental lock on it. Of course, that didn't last too long since for some reason it got reset, but the point that I'm trying to make is that Harry isn't cheating."

Flushing with embarrassment as both Loona and Octavia proceeded to laugh at this piece of information, Harry could only smile as his accomplishment was recognized by his grey-furred opponent.

"Well, it certainly paid off. Though I have to warn you kid, just cause you won this time doesn't mean that I'll just give you an easy win. When it comes to me, you gotta work for your victory. Understood?"

Nodding his head to show that he did understand, though he was confused as to why his Mom was currently wearing an expression that was similar to Blitzo's whenever he was in one of his moods, the eleven-year-old dragon Demon found his attention turning towards his avian friend as she suddenly burst into laughter.

"Right. And I'm sure that's what you told your numerous boyfriends whenever they wanted to spend some….quality time with you."

Frowning in confusion, though there was a tiny part of him that was somewhat angry that other guys wanted to hang out with his friend, Harry felt a moment of understandable panic as Loona angrily took a swipe at his avian friend.

Fortunately, Via had predicted that her comment would spark such a violent reaction. So she was able to avoid the violent blow by merely leaning backwards.

Though her next move served to only escalate the fight.

Under normal circumstances, he would have found the sight of Loona being sprayed in the face with water to be hilarious. Especially since Via was doing it with a spray bottle instead of a water conjuring spell.

But since Loona was already pissed off, throwing water in her face was akin to pouring gasoline on an already raging fire.

And since her ability to restrain her temper was always somewhat lessened whenever she had to hang out with Via, it was no surprise that the Hellhound moved to take another swipe at the nimbly dodging owl.

Knowing that it was only a matter of time before things escalated to an even more dangerous level, and conscious of the fact that his parents might forbid him from having both of his friends over at the same time if they showed a lack of respect for their surroundings, Harry quickly flicked both his wrists to send both of his friends flying away from each other.

Happy that this quicky display of 'Force Power' was enough to put an end to the fighting, for he sincerely doubted he had enough in him to do more than a couple of 'pushes', let alone two full body-binds, the slightly panting dragon Demon was pleased when his Mother decided to voice the words that he was currently too winded to say.

"Alright, that's enough you two. I can appreciate a bit of violent competition. But nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is gonna make a mess out of the family room. You got that?"

Considering that the female Imp was currently armed to the teeth, which was somewhat confusing since a moment ago she had been bringing in another bowl of chips, both Loona and Octavia quickly nodded their heads.

"Y..yeah. No problem."

"What she said."

Harry would have laughed at the chastised look that was currently being worn by both his friends. But the impulse to do so quickly faded as he found himself staring into his Mother's stern expression.

"And as for you young man. What have I told you about using your powers in the house?"

Looking at the floor so he didn't have to stare into his mom's intimidating gaze, Harry mumbled his answer.

"Unless it's a life-threatening situation, the only power I need is a semi-automatic."

Doing his best not to glare as he received a congratulatory pat on the head for his answer, for nobody liked to be scolded in front of their friends, Harry's mood quickly brightened as his mother once again proved that there were certain benefits to being a momma's boy, despite the occasional mockery.

"Good. Now, why don't you three take a break from your gaming marathon and come have some lunch? I know it's a little early in the day for barbeque, but since this is Harry's first weekend back, I thought I'd go a little nuts."

Smiling to show that he appreciated his Mother's efforts, the black-haired dragon Demon quickly dashed into the kitchen to begin his latest gorging fest.

Forgetting that he had just left his previously fighting friends alone with his trigger-happy parent.

Under normal circumstances, he would be concerned. Especially since his Dad was currently unavailable to act as a distraction due to him running some sort of errand for their boss.

But since he didn't hear in angry shouts, breaking furniture, or gunshots, he was more than content to ensure that his full attention was focused on the undeniable proof that proper barbeque could only be made by those who had been raised in the country.

Though he did wish that he could pinpoint the reason as to why his friends needled each other so much.

…..

"Moxxie I asked you to do one simple thing, something that even a moron could do. AND YOU STILL FUCK IT UP!"

Despite the clear rage in his boss's voice, Moxxie felt little fear as he defended himself in his usual fashion.

For it was very hard to be afraid of someone if they looked like it would only take a small breeze to knock them over.

"Do not blame this on me, sir. Perhaps if you were smart enough to plan ahead, you would have already packed some of this crap with you when you're over here doing your…thing. But since you didn't, do not blame me when the store YOU sent me to is out your specific type of Viagra."

Naturally, his show of defiance was not appreciated by his fellow Imp.

"Okay first off, those pills aren't for me, they're for Stolas. With the Bitch now joining us I can't deal with his usual staying power, so I switch his enhancement pills with something that lasts only half as long. And second, since I pay your salary, WHEN I TELL YOU TO FUCK DO SOMETHING YOU DO IT WITHOUT THE ATTITUDE! GOT IT!?"

Cringing a little at the sudden volume, and the fact that Blitzo was currently looking more deranged than usual, Moxxie immediately held up his hands in surrender.

"Whatever you say sir. Whatever you say."

Of course, the white-haired Imp knew that such promises were hollow. But considering the fact that Millie wasn't there to back him up should their employer get a touch more violent than he usually was, he would say whatever he had to in order to cover his ass.

And fortunately for Moxxie, his employer was in no shape to press the issue once he got his way.

"That's all I ask Moxx. But seriously, they were out of every last bottle? Like they didn't even have some expired shit that they repackage to sell at a discount? Cause I will take anything at this point."

Secretly enjoying the pleading look that was currently being worn by Blitzo, Moxxie nodded his head.

"I'm sorry sir. But the manager of the pharmacy said that today's delivery was going to be late due to Highway Six Hundred and Sixty Six experiencing heavier than normal traffic jams. Soooo….hopefully you can last another twenty-four hours."

Fighting the urge to snicker at Blitzo's tired, but otherwise horrified expression, the white-haired Imp felt his earlier anxiety return as an amused chuckle broke out behind him.

"Ohh I don't think you need to worry about that little one. While I admit that I am rather…..fond of Blitzy's sexual prowess, I am quite content to simply cuddle with him for extended periods of time. Of course the same cannot be said for my wife, but I'm sure with both of us doing our part to wear her out, she will be satisfied enough to allow us to spend some…quality time together."

Laughing nervously as he watched the robed owl Demon casually step around him in order to give his fellow Imp an affectionate hug, Moxxie was more than a little relieved when Stolas decided to change the subject.

Though he would have chosen a different topic.

"Now I trust that while you are here catering to your charming employer's needs, your lovely wife is ensuring that nothing…inappropriate happens during our children's playdate."

While his tone remained friendly, the atmosphere was suddenly far more menacing than it had been moments ago. And it took all of Moxxie's willpower to keep himself from fainting as he quickly moved to reassure the glowing-eyed Goetia Demon.

"Yo…you don't have to worry about that Prince Stol…"

"Now now, considering that I am on good terms with your employer, and the fact that I have been teaching your son for the past few years, I think you can drop the honorifics for something a bit more casual."

Nodding his head in acceptance, Moxxie continued.

"Right. Well, Mr. Stolas, you don't have to worry about anything…inappropriate happening while my wife keeps watch."

"Not to mention the fact that my precious Looney Tuney is there to ensure that Moxx's little lizard is kept in line. Kid's talented I grant you, but still too much of a wimp to take on a pissed-off Hellhound AND a gothic Harpy. No offense Stolas."

Frowning at the insulation that his son was anything but a well-behaved kid, Moxxie was surprised, and more than a little grateful when the lanky owl Demon decided to speak up in Harry's defence.

"None taken Blitzy. However, there is a bit of a misunderstanding here that I wish to clear up. I have full confidence that young Harry would do nothing to upset either my daughter or yours. But what I AM concerned of is perhaps his…nature will force him to commit an act of vulgarity that I would only tolerate IF he had made a sincere, heartfelt declaration beforehand."

While doing his best to come up with a polite way to ask what Stolas meant by that last part, Moxxie's fellow Imp had no such trouble in bluntly demanding an explanation.

"So what? He has to propose to your little chicky before he can do the nas.."

"Blitzy, I adore you immensely. But finish that sentence and you'll find that perky little ass of yours being filled with something that is as cold as it is sharp. Do I make myself clear?"

Taking some enjoyment out of the sight of an understandably terrified Blitzo, Moxxie's expression quickly became more fearful as Stolas directed his attention back to him.

"However, crass though Blitzy maybe, he nevertheless guessed my feelings towards your son having romantic inclinations for my daughter. If in the future he makes it plain that he eventually wishes to marry my daughter, and of course she desires the same, I will gladly support such a union. If on the other hand, he is simply wishing to relieve his more…carnal urges, that is when I will have to step in. And trust me, my little friend, even if your son has proven to be a delightful student to teach, if he views my precious Owlette as merely a toy to use and then discard, there will be no Ring of Hell he can flee to where I won't find him. Are we clear?"

Rapidly nodding his head to show that he understood the owl Demon's warning, the white-haired Imp wasn't sure if he should be thankful for Blitzo's intervention or irritated.

"Meehhh you don't really have anything to worry about Stolas. Even if he's just entered the age where human boys can start getting girls into trouble, though it pains me to say this, the kid has Loona to…. divert his future lustful attentions elsewhere. AND he has Moxxie to serve as a role model for 'proper' manly behavior. So I think it's safe to say that it'll be up to your daughter to make the first move."

Deciding that it was in his best interest to remain quiet, even if he desperately wanted to scream at Blitzo for talking about his son's…ability to perform, Moxxie could only groan as the robed owl Demon decided to continue pursuing this topic of conversation.

"I suppose you do have a point Blitzy. While certainly…lacking the same aura of manliness that you possess, he does possess the ideal characteristics for raising a boy who will require his female companions to take the lead in any romantic relationship. Though considering he is now studying at a co-ed boarding school, I do hope that you have at least given young Harry the 'Talk' by now."

Struggling to find the right answer to this highly embarrassing question, Moxxie could only sigh in relief as the shrill tones of the mansion's mistress barked from overhead.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO IDIOTS DOING DOWN THERE!? I GAVE YOU FIFTEEN MINUTES TO HYDRATE YOURSELVES AND TAKE A BREATHER! NOT TWENTY-FIVE! SO STOP WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR DOING AND GET THE FUCK BACK UP HERE! OTHERWISE IT'LL BE MY FIST IN YOUR ASS!"

Watching with an understandably sympathetic expression as he watched his employer and chief benefactor rush to appease what appeared to be the thirstiest member of the Goetia Family, Moxxie took a moment to steel his nerves as he prepared to make his way home.

Normally he would be pleased to be returning to his wife and son. Even if a certain mooching Hellhound and moody teenager were currently using his home as a temporary sanctuary.

But since he had been more or less ordered to have a conversation that he was hoping to put off for another year or two, the freckled Imp felt nothing but anxiety.

…..

Cheerfully humming to herself as she enjoyed the perks of having the Hogwarts Kitchen within easy walking distance from her dormitory, for the House Elves always went the extra mile to make the perfect sandwich when they got to witness the positive reaction to their efforts, Tonks allowed her mind to wander as she reminisced about the last few days.

Since this was her last year at Hogwarts, her course load was particularly heavy, as each and every professor wanted to ensure that their students were prepared to ace their NEWTS. And considering she was aiming to join the Auror Corps, whose massive downsizing in the past decade had ensured only those with best scores could join their ranks, she couldn't afford to slack off.

It helped that to be accepted for training she only had to earn high grades in the five key courses taught at Hogwarts, but the fact remained that it still wasn't easy considering two of her professors were the greasy-haired bat and the ever stern Deputy Headmistress.

Thankfully, however, she had taken steps to ensure that she didn't become a total burnout or an insufferable automaton like the eldest remaining Weasley. This meant that as long as she was careful, she could enjoy these little outings with the same amount of enthusiasm as a wide-eyed first year.

And speaking of first years, she had to admit that she was somewhat puzzled by the latest addition to the Badger's Den.

Thanks to her mother, Tonks had been suspecting an adventurous troublemaker, eager to follow in the footsteps of his notorious prankster father. But instead, Harry's personality was more akin to an anti-social teenager, whose smartass comments were, while at times blunt, nevertheless ranged from being honest to downright amusing.

Of course, being the awesome future Auror that she was, she had managed to get on his good side by correctly guessing his weakness. Though truth be told she was more than a little jealous at his ability to consume large amounts of food without gaining any weight.

Not to mention his ability to remain hidden during his first weekend at Hogwarts.

While she wouldn't claim to know every secret passageway, that honor surprisingly belonged to the Weasley Twins, and regrettably Filch, as a seventh-year student her knowledge of the castle should have far exceeded that of a first year.

And yet the black-haired brat was proving to be as slippery as an eel, like that one time her father decided to bring one home for dinner.

"Well well, what do we have here George?"

"Looks like it's Nymmy having a pre-dinner snack Fred."

"Indeed it does George. Indeed it does."

Turning to glare at the smirking pranksters, whose ability to discover her name still served as a source of major irritation for her since she didn't know how they accomplished it, Tonks was suddenly struck with the same sort of inspiration one would expect from the last fifteen to twenty minutes of Muggle law enforcement shows.

"While I will get both of you back for using my first name, I'm willing to offer you a minor truce if you could help me with something."

As she suspected, her offer was met with curiosity by the ginger-haired twins.

"A truce you say?"

"I didn't realize our relationship with her was that bad Fred."

"Neither did I George. I always thought it had a dash of charm that could only come from two outstanding gents pursuing the same lovely lady."

Rolling her eyes at this clumsy attempt at flattery, though she had to admit that their attempts at flirting were more palatable than some of their older schoolmates, Tonks moved to get the conversation back on track.

Though not before she managed to deliver her own witty observation.

"I appreciate the compliment lads. I have to say that if you continue to practice, you might be able to become almost as charming as your brother was. But we're getting off-topic. I need your help finding one of my housemates. Think you can manage that?"

Of course, rather than giving her a straight answer, the Twins had to perform their little 'act'.

"That depends dear Tonksy."

"Indeed it does Fred. Indeed it does."

"I suppose we could help her out George. Provided the…compensation is large enough to make it worth our time."

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, for she strongly suspected that it would cause them to comment on her so-called lack of manners, the pink-haired Hufflepuff made her offer.

"I'll pay you two galleons now, another two when the job is done. And if you manage to accomplish the job by dinner time, I'll throw in another galleon. Deal?"

Feeling just a tad guilty at resorting to such a tactic, if only because it might look like she was taking advantage of their family's less-than-stellar financial situation, Tonks quickly banished such thoughts from her mind as she received matching nods of agreement.

"Consider it done, your pink-haired Hufflepuffness."

"We shall perform our appointed task to your satisfaction Tonksy."

Snorting in amusement, the seventh-year Hufflepuff could only nod her head in approval.

"Ok. Then here's what I want you to do."

….

Though the past weekend had probably been the happiest he had been since Lucifer had forced him to go to magical boarding school, the last hour of his time in Hell had been less than pleasant.

It did not matter that he had managed to finally managed to beat Loona in an afternoon-long marathon of playing Serial Killer Deathmatch.

Nor did it matter that Via had helped him with his schooling by teaching him a spell that would transform the printed copies of his assignments into the school's required format of ink and parchment.

Hell, it didn't even matter that his mom had gone the extra mile to recreate his Grandma's recipe for demonic pork belly.

What mattered was that his dad, the most level-headed and considerate person in his life, had decided that it was best to tell him how babies were made minutes before his trip back to school.

He loved his dad. He truly did.

But both his timing and his ability to explain the…mechanics of the act of procreating sucked immensely.

Of course, he couldn't really blame his dad since it was rather obvious that he was being forced to have the much dreaded 'Talk' by Blitzo. Though the taller Imp had only brought up the need to have a father-to-son chat after Harry had bragged about the herd of winged skeletal horses.

But the fact remained that he now not only knew what a male had to do to a woman in order to get children, but also the various consequences that could arise if he did 'It' for the purposes of recreation instead of simply becoming a father.

And to be honest he had no idea which was worse.

The fact that he could catch a disease that would make his 'little wand' fall off if he did it with a girl, or boy if he ever decided to experiment, who carried an STD.

When his dad had told him all about those, Harry had gone extremely pale since he finally realized his seven-year-old self had brewed a cure for a well-known sexually transmitted affliction for his first-ever friend.

It would take a little bit of time before he could look at Loona without being reminded of his innocent naivety, and the actions that resulted in her needing a cure for syphilis, but Harry was confident that he would recover his nerves by his next trip home.

However, while it was true that the risk of getting sick was enough to make Harry more than a little apprehensive about 'doing the deed', the fact remained that there was another significant barrier to overcome in the future.

The risk of incurring the wrath of overly protective parents.

Of course, if he ever intended to start a family with Loona or Octavia, not that he would due to the fact that they would probably find some bloke or girl to marry long before he reached his twenties, it wouldn't be so bad since Stolas and Blitzo knew that he was incapable of harming his friends.

Though his dad had warned him that IF he ever did get into a…physically romantic relationship with them, he better be prepared to argue that he was looking for more than just a good time.

Springing that topic on him right before he had to go back to school wasn't his dad's smartest move.

But so long as he was careful, and didn't draw too much attention to himself, he could…

"Well, well, well. What do we have here my swee…GRK!"

Groaning in annoyance as he realized that he had allowed his 'issues' to distract him to the point where he couldn't detect the cat-obsessed pedophile until he was nearly within grabbing distance, Harry's irritation quickly deepened as he should have realized that despite appearances to the contrary, the professors of Hogwarts recognized the danger of allowing the child-hating homeless move around without supervision.

Which meant that not only had he been caught tasering the homeless janitor, but had been caught by perhaps the one professor he had no interest in being alone with.

"Good evening Harry."

….

ANNNNNND that's the weekend chapter out of the way. After next one, will prob have a time skip to Halloween. But that is for the future lol

Once again pleased to see that people are enjoying this story :D Have yet to get an individual TV tropes page…BUT thanks to AAAirsoft Media of Utube fame…I do have an online vid review of this story.

As for a summary of this chapter…pretty straight forward…Harry chills with his friends and family…Moxxie being abused by Blitzo…AND finally….Harry now knows what Sex is lmao

I tried my best to keep his realistic considering his upbringing….as well as his reaction when he fully realized that he brewed a cure for Loona's 'condition', not to mention how she got it. But for the most part I think I did a good job. Also SOME hints that he wouldn't mind a romantic relationship with Loona or Octavia (I don't think Moxxie would have covered Polygamy in the 'Talk'), but again, from the viewpoint of an eleven year old who, while living in hell, had been somewhat sheltered from non violent things.

And the ending with Filch….I confess when I began this story I was more looking forward to putting certain characters in their (i.e. Snape, Malfoy, Hermione) but now that Filch bashing has happened….I am having fun with it. Cause let's face it….employing a sadistic child hating man in a boarding school full of students who have what he will never possess is somewhat…questionable.

Anyways…once again big thanks to Darkscythe Drake for their editing.

Plz review. NO FLAMES.

TIl next time.