Oddity of Life and Death

It is often said that common knowledge is far from correct, and what people commonly believe to be the truth is often incorrectly. It does not matter what you refer to, whether it be about the near infinite cosmos, or a single person there is always some common believed 'Truth' that is just wrong. Everything else might be right, but that one thing that is wrong change the perspective of nearly everything else that you know about the person.

The Radio Demon, one Alastor, was no different in this regard. Ask any of the demons or sinners of hell, and they could tell you his history, and even a hint of his origins. They could tell you how he had struck down the previous Overlords simply because he was bored. Or that he loved to make deals that often ended badly for those who agreed to make them, and his power would only grow each time. Rumor had it, even the rulers of hell were hesitant to face him for not even they knew the true limits of his power. Yet, though much of what they knew was true, a lot was also fantasy that had sprung up around Alastor.

Yet in the end for the Radio Demon, he did not care what everyone else believed. No, he was down here for a purpose that only a few really knew. It did not matter who got in his way either. He would make sure that he was ready when the time come. And no one demon, sinner, or angel, would stand in his way. But for now, he could bide his time as that was all he had now, was time.

Alastor could even afford to mess with his so-called rivals and have a little bit of fun while he waited. Not that they knew he was messing with them, and was far from threaten by their increase in power. Even is so called greatest rival, Vox the TV headed sinner, a newly arisen Overlord was far from a threat to Alastor or his long-term goals. True, Alastor could not deny Vox had amassed a lot of power since he had first appeared in hell. Even with his two fellow allied Overlords, Vox was still not a threat to Alastor. For Vox and his fellow Overlords really did not understand Alastor nor his powers. And until they did, they would never be able to truly defeat him either. As again like so many others, what they thought they knew was so far from the true as to be laughable.

Alastor mused about all this as he turned off his radio program for the evening. It had been a fun day, and many good things had happened up top side on the earth. Things were now time for him to put his plans into action yet, but soon he could begin to make his opening moves. His plan, he knew were much more reactionary than he would wish. However, that was more Heaven fault than his own.

Alastor paused in his slow walk form his radio studio to his room. He stared up at the sky, a twitch of anger still flamed in his heart at being denied entry to that haven of havens. But then again, that was why he supported Charlie's crazy dream to see people redeemed and sent back to Heaven. However, should that fail, and those he wished to be safe did not make the cut to reach that insanely lofty peak. Alastor had a home ready, and he would make sure they were kept safe from the insanity that was Hell.

"Alastor?" A voice said, causing Alastor to stop musing about his unfair life.

A grin spread across his face as he turned to see his partner. Charlie Morningstar. She was the only child to Lucifer Morningstar. As the daughter of the ruler of Hell, Charlie had many powers and could do anything to anyone without repercussion. At least so long as she did not do something that annoyed her father. Yet, she was also one of the very few demons that had a humality about her, and a humanity that was so lacking in Hell.

She was also one of three demons safe from the annual purges that took place in hell, the other two being her mother and father. This also meant her hotel was also left alone. Or at least it was currently. And it should be a safe haven for Alastor's friend should they be unlucky enough to end up down here. A chance he knew was all to high with how the angels ran their end of the bargain.

"Why I do declare, it is Miss Charlie. What can I do for you today my dear?" Alastor said, giving her one of his few genuine smiles.

Charlie and her close friends were one of the few that made Alastor still actually happy. Not that anyone could tell as his grins all looked the same to everyone else. Still, though the smile not change, the joy she did bring to him did. She was one of a very few demons that seemed to fight for the weak, to want to help those that had been often unfairly shunned into Hell. Something he still did, though he never would show himself helping anymore as he had once done.

"I was kind of curious about something," Charlie said looking a little nervously at him.

"Ask away my dear," Alastor answered a small pleasant smile replacing his normal toothy grin.

Charlie had often asked him odd things over their time together since starting the hotel. Most of the time it was pointless things, normally about a guest or one of the Overlords. Yet sometimes she would ask a very intriguing question, something about earth or magic. If he was lucky, it would be a question about himself. He of course never lied to her, but he never told her the whole truth either as she had yet to ask the right questions.

"Well, you always refer to the network a the PWN. Yet, I cannot figure out what it means," Charlie said with a bit of an embarrassed smile, "From what I know of your history, there is nothing that connects those letters to you. At least nothing in that order, and you are not one for crude jokes either."

"You don't know it, because you don't know my past," Alastor said, with a bit of a chuckle his radio like voice making it sound more like static than actual laughter.

"I don't know you past?" Charlie said confused.

"No, my Dear, you have only heard rumors of what people think my past is. My past is many things, but complicated would be the best way to describe the seasons of my life." Alastor said, the smile still in place, enjoying this and wondering if Charlie would finally ask the right questions.

Charlie gave Alastor a searching look as she voiced her next question, "What is your real name?"

Alastor chuckled, and for once his voice was not modified by his radio like speech, as he asked, "What makes you think I have not told you it?"

"The more time I spend around you, the more I learn all the rumors I heard about you are wrong. Vaggie always says to be careful, yet you are often kinder and more forgiving than anyone I know. Sure, you kill, but only when push comes to shove. You rarely kill otherwise, expect those who had done something terrible," Charlie answered, "And when I went to look you up, I could not find a record of your death anywhere. Which means your name is not Alastor."

"You are quite right, my dear," Alastor said, "Like 'Radio Demon' the name Alastor, is a name I took years ago as a cover for when I was working missions. People often called me Alastor Moody, after an old policeman from the force. Simply because I tended to brood a lot."

"You brood?" Charlie said, looking very doubtful at Alastor.

"We change a lot as we age," Alastor answered, and his voice caught her off guard.

It was not the radio voice that nearly all those in Hell heard, that made him sound like an old radio announce. Nor was it the one that was free that the same radio static, though still made him sound like someone from the south announcing some upcoming event. This was a much deeper voice, that sounding more mature and dangerous, yet still held the hints of a youthful man.

Alastor continued his voice, that same new voice, as he turned from her and back to the wondow looking out towards hell. The smile was gone from his face, yet he still sounded happy. His eyes, held a far away look that she could just make out in his reflection. There was also a slight slump to how he stood now, a sign of weariless she had never seen in him before.

"I was born in 1980 as Harry James Potter. To parents Lily and James Potter," Alastor answered.

"But that is impossible, you been living in hell since before the 1920s," Charlie said, sounding stunned.

"I was born with magical powers, part of the secretive wizarding community in the British isles. This year, my younger self will learn for the first time he is a wizard, and will begin his journey into the magical world. He will meet his best friends soon, and begin the journey of a lifetime," Alastor answered, much of his normal bravado gone.

"How did you end up dying before you were even born?" Charlie asked.

"Time travel accident. After school, I worked with the Aurors or magical police of wizarding Britain. A time travel item, called a time turner was involved and I got sent back ages into the pass. It was an unlucky accident that caused my death, before I could return to my own time. But because of involvement of time travel, I had died before my time and, I was denied access to Heaven. I have been down here since," Alastor said, and he sounded tired even to himself as he spoke.

Charlie was not sure what to say as Alastor continued, "My features. People like to say I was a radio host that got shot and killed, mistaken for a deer. My powers, supposedly stem from being that radio host, and voodoo and cannibalism. Yet my features stem from dying to a falling radio to my head, and the fact my dad could transform himself into a stag. And my most powerful protection spell took that same form. My powers are my own, boosted by the time traveling, and given complete freedom over them down here. Magic is also the natural counter to electrical items, which is why Vox hate me so much, though he seems to think it is a virus I can spread."

"Now. I wait and see. Wait for those who caused myself and my friends so much suffering to pass on. I will remove them one by one, make sure not even Hell is tainted by their filth. Then I shall again wait till my friends… my family… my love finally dies."

Alastor sighed as stared out over the city. It really had been a long time since he had been just Harry, not Harry Potter the hero, or Alastor the Auror, or even the Radio Demon. But just Harry. A man who had come to carry the weight of entire country on his shoulders. Who had loved and been as true as anyone could ever had hoped. Who had raised three children, to be the best they could be. Yet in the end, denied the peace he had hoped for in the end to see his parents and family on the other side. To walk with them in the next great adventure.

"You once asked me why I wanted to help you," Alastor said softly, his voice little more than a whisper, "It is because I lost everything. I lost the peace I should have had, because of a legal gray area."

"You want to protect anyone who comes down here," Charlie said her eyes widening in understanding.

"Something like that, not everyone. But there are many here who do not deserve what has been done to them. I was a little lost for a year or two, but I regained my focus during a purge. I saw a young imp, and a small child sinner about to be killed. I snapped then, my powers flared and I killed their attacker, and took the holy spear they had held. Before the day ended, I had taken two more weapons," Alastor commented his eyes focused on the red sky above them, "That day, I saw the wrongness of this place. How those monsters above us willingly kill demons and sinners alike without regard."

"Your father met me, that day, after the purge," Alastor continued, sounding amused, "He realized quickly who and what I was. He wished to use me, but I was a pure soul, so he had not means of controlling or using me directly. Even now, years later, and over a dozen of those angels killed, his sway over me is in words alone."

Charlie stared in slight awe at the person before her, "So you helping me. It is to protect those who might fall down here or get unfairly rejected."

"Yes. After I learned about how unjust the supposed just heaven is. I began to plan to protect anyone who I cared about. I will keep them safe till one day we either get to heaven, or till we are wiped from existence down here," Alastor said, his voice taking on a dark tone.

Charlie could feel his powers, just on the edge of being unleashed. They were much potent than even she had realized before, specially for an Overlord. She had seen those like Vox, flout the full range of his powers before. Even seen the Kings of each ring display their powers. Yet Alastor's power easily dwarfed Vox's powers, and even rivaled those like Beezlebub or Asmodeus. There was also a hint of angelic force within the demonic depths. For the first time Charlie realized that only her father or one of the actual angels could challenge Alastor and hope to win the fight. It was an odd feeling, but also a reassuring one as she realized it was his purity that let him retain this strength that rivaled beings far beyond himself.

Alastor sighed, and the feeling vanished. Alastor turned to Charlie and smiled, and she realized how real the smile was for the first time ever. Alastor really did like her, and was willing to support her cause. He might have reason that were entirely selfish, that he wanted to make sure a safe haven existed. Yet they were born from a need to see his family safe, something nearly all creature's human, demon or otherwise could understand.

When Alastor spoke, his old radio voice had returned, "My dear. It has been a nice chat. But I must get to my bedroom. The next season starts tomorrow September the First at Eleven, and I would not miss it for the world."

Charlie chuckled, "Fine, off with you."

Alastor smiled and gave her a small bow before he walked away.

Charlie turned and called after him, "Harry, for what its worth. I am sorry this happened. You are too good for Hell, and better than Heaven ever deserved."

Alastor stopped and looked back, at Charlie, and she was sure she could almost see tears in his eyes for just a moment. When he spoke, it was Harry voice that reached her, and not Alastor's.

"Thank you my dear."

With that Alastor vanished into the shadows. Charlie sighed as she was left staring after him, before making her way down to her own rooms in the hotel. She debated if she should talk to her father about Alastor, but decided for the time being that was not needed. Vaggie on the other hand, Charlie felt she should be set straight. Charlie glanced out the window to where Alastor had been staring, towards the spot where the angelic executioners would often first appear. She had never been able to figure out Alastor till he had finally told her. She knew that in the coming weeks to months, she would have to chat more with him to learn about his past.

Starting down the hallway, Charlie blinked as she realized Alastor had never told her what PWN had actually stood for. Now thought she had a guess, and it made her smile.

"Potter Wizarding Network."

( Hi Espo Here.

To answer the questions. This was written when only the pilot was out, and before even episode one was released. I know i am not the first to make Harry into Alastor. Not would this version of Alastor fall in line with who he really is as a character in the show. But that is always the fun of fanfiction. Anyway Enjoy and leave a reveiw below. )