Harry Potter - Adopted Prince of Goetia

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. With Lord Voldemort now targeting them, James and Lily Potter—with the permission and supervision of Dumbledore—call upon a powerful Demon of Hell to create a pact. [Harry x Harem]

Tags: No Bashing, Harem, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Romance, Crossover, Demons, Hell

Pairing: Harem

"Are… are you sure of this, James?" Lily Potter asked, her voice trembling a bit from nerves. She cast a wayward glance down on the ground of the nursery, and her heart skipped a beat upon seeing the freshly created glyph on the ground, just a few inches away from her fawn's crib.

Looking slightly more ragged than usual, James Potter couldn't help but smile tiredly towards his wife. His breathing was heavier, and his forehead coated with a light layer of sweat.

Creating that glyph on the ground took a lot of out of him. He could still feel the drain on his magic from it.

"I'm sure, Lils." He finally said, reaching out to grab his wife's hand. "I don't like it, but what other choice do we have?"

Lily frowned at that, her beautiful green eyes glinting with tears. For once, she didn't have an answer for that. Since they learned that Lord Voldemort was targeting them more than anybody, it made them panic and forced them into hiding, where they could no longer communicate with their friends.

At this point, they could only trust Albus Dumbledore. Only he could come to their home via the Floo network after answering precise questions that only he could know.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter were off the cards; they needed to stay away from them for their safety.

They couldn't let anything happen to them.

"James, Lily." Lily flinched instinctively. Even though she knew Albus Dumbledore was with them, her nerves were frayed. She had never been this anxious before, not even when she was about to go into labor.

Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted Albus Dumbledore just a few steps behind them, his aged face set in a grim smile, the usual twinkles in his eyes no longer there, and one could quickly tell that he was just as nervous as they combined.

"It's time." He said, glancing towards the window and spotting the crescent moon in the sky, not a single cloud in sight.

Lily felt her heart thump in her chest, and a terrible feeling of nausea overtook her. But she took a shuddering breath before glancing over towards her husband. She could tell he was also nervous, and the drain on his magic was still being felt by him, too, as he struggled to stay standing upright.

Reaching out, Lily gently placed her hand in James', ignoring its clammy feel. She smiled nervously at him before gesturing towards the magical glyph, "C'mon…"

With tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, he nodded towards Lily. Then, as they took a step closer to the glyph, he looked over his shoulder towards Albus Dumbledore, who took a step closer to the duo. "Albus… if something goes wrong…" He trailed off, his body shivering at the thought of something going wrong.

"I understand," Albus said, nodding his head. His hand tightened its grip on the Elder Wand. "I will ensure Harry's cared for… and help Remus, Sirius, and Peter remain out of trouble."

James stared at Dumbledore for a few seconds before finally nodding. Exhaling deeply, he tightened his grip on his wife's hand before looking down at the glyph on the ground.

It was a fancy glyph. It had three circles, the outermost circle darker than the other two. Inside the second circle was a rectangle that was off-shooted in the middle, almost giving it the appearance of a top hat. In each corner of the rectangle, four offshoots ended in a circle. From the middle of the rectangle, a circle shot upwards and ended in dual crests, eerily reminiscent of the crescent moon outside; finally, underneath the middle was an upsidedown crescent that looked similar to those of pincers of an insect. In the outer rim of the bold circle and inner circle were letters spread out evenly around the entirety of the circle.

VASSAGO

That was whom they were trying to summon, to try and make a pact with to protect Harry, or if the worst comes to worst, they could make a deal. Sacrifice their souls for Harry's survival and protection.

James had read about this demon in the Lesser Key of Solomon, particularly the edited version that belonged deep in the Potter family vault. One of his ancestors—too far back to count—had once made a deal with this demon, which was a Prince of the 'Ars Goetia' and even referred to as the Prince "of a good nature."

He just really hoped that this summoning was successful and they could try and reason with this Prince of the Ars Goetia. Even if what they were doing was selfish, its intention was pure.

"Three… two… one…"

As soon as the count ended on Albus' part, James and Lily clenched their eyes shut before they gritted their teeth and focused and focussed on calling up their magic, trying to power the 'bridge' between the world of the living and the underworld.

Down below, the glyph of Vassago gleamed ever so slightly.

"C'mon!" James grunted out, having seen the subtle glow even through his eyelids. He gave another squeeze of Lily's hand, "For Harry!"

That kicked off everything. Lily gritted her teeth, and her entire body started to tremble as her faint bluish-white magic began to form around her. Some of it entered James' body, coaxing out a minor reddish-white hue from around him.

It was a beautiful sight that even brought a tear to Albus Dumbledore's eyes—seeing the magic of Lily and James Potter dance and entwine with each other, showcasing their deep, loving bond. However, terrible pressure suddenly enveloped the room, and the beautiful sight soon ended as the two magics started to be pulled into the glowing glyph at an unreasonable pace.

Then, a sudden bright flash illuminated the room momentarily.

"Que?"

Feeling the subtle pull on his very being, Vassago glanced up at the ceiling of his fancy palace, and he tilted his head ever so slightly when he noticed his glyph glowing.

The glowing glyph was…unusual, to say the least, for the Ars Goetia. It had been a long time since he attempted to be summoned.

Closing his eyes, he focussed intently on the glowing glyph. His power manifested around him as he peered into the bridge of the two worlds to get a better look.

Very clearly, if a little jittery, he could see three people in the room. Two connected hands and concentrated hard, while a third stood a little behind them, looking a little weary.

"Hmmm," Vassago hummed before concentrating on the innermost thoughts and desires of the two connecting hands summoning him.

Immediately, he was greeted with fear, nervousness, and love. But above all else, he was hit by an insurmountable amount of hope.

As he continued to stare more and more at these two summoning him, he couldn't help but be impressed. To be calling upon him, a Prince of the Goetia family, and having next to no hidden emotions nor desires was sparking his interest. "A ver que quieren…"

Taking a deep breath, Vassago allowed himself to relax before he focussed on the pull on his body. Allowing the pull to continue, he eventually felt himself slipping through the bridge connecting to the mortal realm.

With a small flash of red and orange, Vassago was gone from his palace.

Feeling a pulse of sheer power ripple through the room they stood in instantly severed the connection between James and Lily, forcing them to be flung back a few inches.

Shielding their eyes from the monstrous glow coming from the summoning circle on the ground, their nostrils suddenly flared outwards. Immediately, the scent of something spicy, yet equally tangy, greeted their senses. Then, they were nearly both brought to their knees as the pressure in the room magnified tenfold.

They could hear Harry crying from his crib as the pressure affected him, too. Even with Albus's best wards in place, it seemed this invisible pressure was beating upon them like a drum and still affecting their child.

He could see that Lily wanted to rush over and comfort Harry, but the magical exhaustion and the unbearable pressure kept her rooted to the spot.

What power.

Slowly opening their eyes, James gasped as he saw a massive, looming figure expanding out of the red and orange flames. The silhouette was very tall but looked equally lanky like a strong breeze would be able to topple it. Then, he glanced up and saw piercing red eyes glowing with power, hidden behind what seemed to be yellow visor-like shades that slightly resembled a crown.

Then, with a loud screech, feathers exploded around the room. At once, James noted that they were long, mainly red and purple, but with some other colours mixed in.

"¿Por qué me has llamado a mí, Vassago?"

With another small, dazzling explosion of starlight, the orange and red flames dispersed in a matter of moments, not even leaving embers in the air. Nothing in the room was burnt, nor had any signs of a fire in the first place.

And that left Vassago, in all of his glory to the humans in the room. And they couldn't help but just… stare at him, not expecting that kind of a look for a demon of Hell.

Vassago, is a lanky demon who greatly resembles a Scarlet macaw, with red feathers, a white face, and a hooked black beak. He also has rather long, gold-tipped purple feathers on the back of his head with a gold-coloured streak on the centre, and red eyes with no irises or pupils, which are often depicted being covered by a pair of yellow visor-shades that vaguely resemble a crown. In terms of clothing, Vassago wears an outfit that leans closely to that of a magician, which consists of a red suit jacket with a gold-trimmed popped-collar, black lapels, a star brooch, and rather long, extravagant tails that are trimmed with black, the top part being purple. At the same time, the bottom is a gradient of two shades of orange. Over this, he wears a white dress shirt with two black buttons on the center. Vassago's clothing also features black pants and white arm-length gloves and thigh-high high-heeled boots - his gloves having black torn-like cuffs and two red stripes in the front, while his boots have black toes and tips of the heels, as well as an "X" shape on the bottom center.

"U-uhm, Prince… Vassago?" Lily finally spoke up, her fear noticeable from the tremble in her voice. Immediately, those piercing red eyes fell right onto her, and she had to clamp down on the fear that had begun to bubble within her.

Even if James did say that Vassago was one of the nicer Goetic demons, it was still a demon.

"Yes?" Vassago said, efficiently swapping from Spanish to English once he realised that they wouldn't understand his spoken language.

"I-" Lily suddenly shook her head and breathed, "We summoned you… for help,"

"Que?"

"Allow me to explain, Prince Vassago," Albus Dumbledore said, taking a step forward and immediately having the eyes of the summoned demon on him. He didn't display it outwardly, but Vassago could sense the underlying fear and anxiety in his body. However, how he maintained himself in his presence made him feel more respect for the elderly wizard.

"Yes, please," Vassago said, dipping his head ever so slightly towards the elderly wizard, from which Vassago could sense an impressive amount of magical power. Much more potent than those two that had summoned him to this realm.

"There is a Prophecy in play, one that is very important to the human realm," Albus said, not finding any point in lying to the powerful demon Prince of Hell, knowing that would only lead to serious repercussions. Vassago blinked in surprise but didn't move to say anything, so Albus continued. "And I'm afraid that we are running out of time… out of answers, so we resorted to a desperate measure,"

"Hmm." Vassago hummed, narrowing his eyes at the elderly wizard before his eyes roamed to that of the trembling redhead and her anxious partner, who was keeping his head bowed in respect before him.

Interesting.

Shaking his head, he twitched and heard the sound of a cooing giggle behind him. Spinning around to find what made that noise, he tilted his head when he noticed, for the first time, a small human child barely past the stage of a newborn hatchling.

Yet he was pleasantly surprised to see that those green eyes, similar to those of the redheaded woman, were looking at him—not with fear but with childish curiosity and wonder.

It caused him to let a small smile slip past his beak before he spun around and looked towards the three adults in the room.

"What does this Prophecy speak of, and why do I have a funny feeling it involves this little one?"

"You would be correct, Prince Vassago." Albus Dumbledore said. "Harry, here is what we believe to be the one this Prophecy mentions-" He suddenly cleared his throat before relying on the Prophecy that Sybil gave him last year. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…"

"I see…" Vassago said, nodding his head. It was a very crude Prophecy, but a prophecy nonetheless. Glancing at James and Lily Potter, he tilted his head slightly, "I'm presuming that you, Señora and Señor have defied this… señor oscuro thrice before, no?" When he received a nod, he looked over his shoulder again and glanced towards the baby. He squinted slightly, and once he did, he made a slight noise of confirmation when he noticed he could see something deep within his soul that confirmed it, "I see… so what would you like me to do?"

"Prince Vassago, I would like to ask for you humbly to look after Harry Potter when the time comes," James Potter said, speaking up for the first time in a while as he raised his head and looked the Goetic Prince right in the eyes.

"Please… look after my baby boy," Lily said, quivering.

There was a pause; Vassago tilted his head to the side ever so slightly as he took everything in, his mind processing the pros, cons and possible repercussions of such a thing.

This wasn't a demand from his summoners. It was a request… an ask. He could feel it. If he wanted to, he could easily deny involvement in this, and he couldn't feel himself being bound to a deal. He could slaughter these people where they stood, and he wouldn't be sentenced in Satan's Court.

However, he wasn't like the other Goetia's. He wasn't like Andrealphus. That pompous, idiotic peacock would easily slaughter them where they stood.

He was sure he would kill them upon being summoned from his regal, icy palace.

"Fine," he finally said, much to the delight and relief of the three adults in the room. "But I must warn you, I cannot stay in the Mortal Realm for long periods; my duties will not allow me the freedom."

"That's fine, Prince Vassago," Lily said with a sniffle. Her emotions finally got to her as she wiped her nose with her sleeve.

"As Lily said, it's more than appreciated, Prince Vassago." Dumbledore said, a small smile on his face, "My only added request is that Harry comes to Hogwarts when he is eleven to do his schooling."

"Sí, that can be arranged," Vassago agreed, finding no problem in that additional request in the terms, "As of right now, I cannot interfere, as Harry hasn't been marked like stated; that needs to happen first," Reaching out with his hand, he closed his eyes before a slight reddish glow surrounded his form before that glow shifted out towards his outstretched hand before it took the shape of a minor, bird-like creature with many eyes, and lovely wings. It gave a slight chirp as it flared its wings out and took flight before disappearing into James' and Lily's shadows, "When the time comes, and Harry's been marked, my familiar will return to me, and I shall make my return."

"Thank you, Prince Vassago," Albus said, a small smile on his face as he regarded the Goetic Prince, "It means a lot to me, but it means the world to James and Lily here,"

Vassago nodded his head. He then felt a subtle pull at his being once more, marking that his summoning time was nearly done, and he needed to return to his Palace, "It's time for me to go," he said, stepping back into his summoning circle. He gave the briefest of nods to Albus Dumbledore and the parents who had summoned him in their time of need. He then glanced over his shoulder, looking at the curious form of Harry Potter, his soon-to-be charge, "Adiós, Harry Potter,"

With his farewell spoken, there was an uproar of bright reddish-orange flames again; Vassago's form cast upon the blazing flash before it vanished, leaving a broken summoning circle behind.

With that, the unbearing, invisible pressure finally left the room, and James and Lily fell to their knees, sighing heavily as they both felt sweat trickling down their cheeks.

"Well, that went well," Albus said, his voice rather peppy if he did say so himself.

All James and Lily did was nod before they looked at their son, who looked a little upset that the lanky demon was gone from the room.

Hopefully, they made the correct choice here.

But still, they needed to prepare for when Voldemort eventually found their hiding spot.

END CHAPTER