Doing his best to keep his tone even, for the last thing he wanted was to ruin one of the few relationships he had at Hogwarts that wasn't filled with hostility, Harry carefully chose his words as he pointed towards the hut's fireplace.

"Hagrid, what is that?"

He actually had a pretty good idea of what it was since his studies with Stolas had provided him with a good deal of knowledge about magical beasts. Not to mention the fact that Hagrid had made it rather clear that he would like nothing more than to own such a creature.

But for appearance's sake, it was better to ask a question one knew the answer to instead of revealing that they knew things that they shouldn't.

Though considering that Hagrid had no issue in telling him, it was obvious that he needn't have worried about such a thing.

Even if it did take a little for the giant man to answer.

"That's…well that's. Ummm, kinda hard to explain…well actually its quite easy to explain. You see that there is…well, a dragon egg."

If he had been an insufferable know it all like Granger, he would have immediately pointed out both the legal and deadly ramifications of raising a dragon in an environment that was both made of wood and close to children.

But since he wasn't, Harry merely nodded his head in acceptance before posing another question.

"Cool. Any idea what breed?"

And just like that, Hagrid's slightly shift expression morphed into one of enthusiasm.

"Well I've got it narrowed down to two breeds. It's either gonna be a Hungarian Horntail, or a Norwegian Ridgeback."

Making an idle hum of interest, for thanks to his studies into his own 'transformation' he knew full that Hagrid would have his work cut out for him, the black haired Hufflepuff titled his head in consideration as he thought of something.

"Just…how did you get one? I mean, if it was one of the local breeds I could see why someone of….questionable character would have one. But…"

"Oh I was pretty surprised too come to think of it. There I was down in Hogsmeade having a few…I mean having dinner. And the next thing I know me and some stranger are talking about dragons and other magical beasts. Normally I don't really meet too many people who share my interests. Aside from you and Charlie Weasley of course. But I guess that with it being the spring holidays and all, different kinds of people come out of the wood work."

Wisely deciding to keep silent, since it would raise suspicions if an eleven-year-old revealed just how much they agreed with that sort of sentiment, Harry felt his mood slightly sour as Hagrid proceeded to change the subject of conversation.

"Speaking of the holidays, what did you get up to on yours Harry?"

Harry only had one answer to that question as his mind thought back to his own Spring holiday.

"It was okay."

(Flashback)

Doing his best not to glare as his newest teacher continued to make disproving sounds as he circled him, for even if the peacock was a touch more flamboyant than Stolas his life with the Dursleys, as well as his lessons with Stella had taught him that appearances were deceiving, Harry managed to keep his expression blank as Andrealphus released his verdict.

"Hmmm. Well, it is obvious that Stolas has failed to properly address your failings, and my sister has only barely managed to begin your transition into being worthy enough to associate with the more proper members of the Goetia Family. But I suppose you are not a complete waste of my time. Which I assure you is more valuable than anything you can currently afford."

Decided it would be better if he said nothing, a move that was sadly proven correct as the blue-colored Goetia patted him on the head in a patronizing manner, Harry managed to barely hold his tongue as Andrealphus talked about both his 'lesson plan'.

"In order to make you a worthy associate of the Goetia family, even if the ones you'll mostly be associating with is my niece and her pathetic excuse of a father, I will be instructing you in advanced magical theory, political studies, and proper etiquette. Should you prove able to meet my high standards before you begin the second year of your 'topside' education, I will consider taking a more 'personal' approach in your studies."

Frowning in confusion as he tried to figure out just what he meant by personal, Harry opened his mouth to try and get some more information.

Only to be immediately silenced by his new tutor.

"What exactly do you mean by per…"

"Pupils will be silent unless they are instructed otherwise. Considering this your first and only warning my boy. Now, since our time is rather limited, both with my busy schedule and the fact that you lack the intelligence to properly appreciate my most basic of lessons, I expect you to write a twenty-page essay on the accomplishments of two upstanding members of the Goetia Family, and how either your or Hell can benefit from following their example. You have, oh, lets say two weeks to complete it. And keep in mind that I expect you to successfully argue the reasons why you decided to choose the members that you did. If I find the answers to be lacking, well then I suppose that I might just have to exert the tiniest bit of effort to punish you. And perhaps one or two members of your beloved 'family' if you prove to be particularly irksome."

Nodding his head to show that he understood there positions, and taking the peacock's dismissive wave to mean that the 'lesson' was over, Harry was already planning on making a quick trip to the manor's library in order to start what would probably be the most tedious assignment he had ever written.

For while he was confident that he could complete it to Andrealphus's specifications, the fact remained that much of the assignment would in fact be a flowery report praising the accomplishments of his teacher.

He could do it, but being a kiss-ass was not his thing.

Still, he supposed it could be worse.

Most members of the Goetia Family, especially the higher ranked ones, could back up their confident boastings with a little display of power.

Meaning that he at least stood to learn something from the vain peacock.

Provided of course his library wasn't simply a large collection of memoirs that read more like a personal diary instead of a memoir.

He doubted even Granger would find such things interesting.

But then again, he didn't really give a shit what she thought.

(flashback ends)

…..

Shooting his guest a bit of a concerned look, for it was obvious to him that Harry had thought of something that was both unpleasant yet unavoidable, Hagrid felt some of his good cheer return as the eleven-year-old Hufflepuff directed their conversation back towards his newest friend.

"So any idea of when it's set to hatch?"

Casting a quick look at the fireplace to ensure that the flames were still the right height, the half Giant did some quick math before he gave his answer.

"Well uh, lets see. I got it last Monday. And the chap at the pub said it had been laid two weeks ago, so I think I gotta at least two weeks before the little fella is ready to greet the world."

That would give him plenty of time to finish stocking up on what he needed to raise the little rascal one he hatched. Luckily, however, his role as Hogwarts gamekeeper gave him plenty of access to fresh meat.

Which sadly reminded him that he couldn't spent all of his time looking after his unborn friend.

"Anyways Harry, you best be running back to the castle now. I've got some stuff to do in the forest. And well….its no place for an eleven year old."

Not surprisingly this didn't seem to be a problem for the green eyed Hufflepuff.

"You sure about that? I mean, I know that these woods are a touch more….lively than the ones back home. But if you need help, I can…"

"No, no. I appreciate the offer Harry. But this is a job I got to do myself."

Especially if what he feared was true.

He hadn't brought it to Dumbledore's attention yet since it was possible that there was another cause for the Unicorn's injury.

But until he could get a good look at it, he wasn't leaving anything to chance.

For something vile enough to go after a creature of purity wouldn't hesitate to go after a child.

Especially when said child was the type to start a fight rather than back away from one.

…..

Despite the exhaustion that threatened to overcome her, a feeling that had steadily become more common during the past few months, Hermione could nevertheless feel another sensation that had been alluding to her ever since the beginning of the school year.

The feeling that she would no longer be second best.

Yes it had involved a greater degree of studying than she was used to. Resulting in her housemates increasing their occasional muttering about how she should have gone to Ravenclaw.

And yes it could be considered cheating since her new primary source was not on the approved list for any of the school years.

But considering it had finally allowed her to match the academic achievements of her rule-bending/breaking rival, she judged it was well worth it.

Though she had to admit that at times she was a little intimidated by her 'study aid'.

The occasional whispers that seemed to stem from the pages she chalked up to a combination of knowing it was a magical book and not enough sleep on her part.

Not to mention the fact that it had been given to her by a woman that was, well to put it mildly simply stunning. This was why she, unlike her mother, had easily forgiven her dad when he had been rendered speechless when they had bumped into the blond woman during their pre-summer shopping at Flourish and Bolts.

But the true reason for her occasional unease was how her book could be abused if it ever fell into the wrong hands.

If someone like Ronald ever decided to use it, the book would give him new ways in which to insult people and cheat on tests that could easily be passed if one simply paid attention during class.

If on the other hand someone like Potter, or even Malfoy ever got their hands on a book that could answer every question they asked of it, then the consequences would be beyond dire.

She honestly couldn't tell which would be worse.

An intelligent, but violent boy who lacked proper respect for the rules.

Or a racist, cowardly daddy's boy who believes that money makes one better than other people.

Luckily, she didn't have to worry about anyone getting their hands on this book whenever she wasn't using it thanks to some of the more advanced security spells that she had learned during her spare time.

It had taken a few tries, but now the only one who could access her trunk was herself. Which meant that she didn't have to worry about Malfoy or Potter learning her secrets.

Which was good because, in the case of the latter, she was still second best.

The book's tips and advice had done much to ensure that her practical applications of magic were almost as impressive as her ability to showcase this knowledge in written form.

But without a proper teacher, moving pictures could only help her approach Potter's skill level instead of surpassing it.

Still, she was confident that it was only a matter of time before she got there.

For unlike her, the green-eyed Hufflepuff spent much of his free time either socializing with the few people who weren't completely horrified by his behavior or being punished by those who caught him doing so.

Which meant that he fell far behind her when it came to devoting his time to his studies.

And while she had been told countless times that raw talent was something that couldn't be beaten by academics, mostly by the more militant purebloods and a certain sour dispositioned Potions Master, she knew that she could accomplish anything she set her mind to.

Especially when her competition was currently engaged in illegal activities.

She wasn't sure what he was up to, the book sadly at times proved to be rather vague with its answers, but considering she was also on good terms with both Tonks and Hagrid, she was sure that she could widen the gap between them by ensuring that he learned the error of his ways.

If only because he would be too tired after detentions to properly focus on his studies.

…..

Though its effects were greatly insufficient in bringing about his true desire, and could potentially result in his presence being discovered before he was ready to reveal himself, the parasitic being had to admit that his so-called 'medicine' was adequate for his immediate needs.

Yes, it would be heavily frowned upon by most of magical societies. Even the most devoted of his followers would be hesitant to try it since the creature was a recognized symbol of magic's superiority over the mundane.

But considering his host needed to consume it in order to sustain their currently shared existence, he would gladly continue using it until his inevitable 'rebirth'.

Unfortunately, his forced, and hopefully temporary reliance on the abilities of others ensured that he could punish their inadequacies to his usual standards.

"I….I'm sorry master. But my estimates about my…I mean our current supply was…was…"

"Spit it out you fool!"

Yes, it was right that his servant was fearful in incurring his wrath. And the fact that he could inspire such terror without the use of his wand was almost enough to somewhat placate his anger.

But Quirrell's stuttering, a character trait that was more genuine when it was just the two of them, was enough to fray his already incredibly short patience.

Luckily, the hissed command was enough to motivate him to finish his groveling.

Though that didn't save him from suffering his master's displeasure.

"We only have enough blood left to last us the wee….GAHHHH!"

It was tiring for him to use magic in his current state.

But since the fool needed to be punished for not adequately taking note of just how much blood they had left, he had assumed that they had enough stocked up until the end of the term, he felt that a more potent display of his displeasure was needed.

It was possible to make a move for the Stone now since they knew all but one of the traps that guarded it.

But since he would need time to properly figure out a way past the one that had been put in place by Dumbledore, it would be foolish to go for it now since the old coot probably had some way to be informed whenever someone breached the first line of defenses.

And considering he was too weak to stand against the aged Headmaster, as well as those who would undoubtedly accompany the old man, he needed to ensure that Dumbledore could not learn of his activities until it was too late.

Something which was greatly hampered by the fact that he now had to 'procure' more Unicorn blood while the giant oaf was at his most alert.

It was possible to stretch his remaining supply to three weeks, but at the cost of having his host's body degrade to the point where any use of HIS magic would result in Quirrell meeting the same fate as the countless serpents he had possessed following his failure at Godric's Hollow.

And since this placed him at a great disadvantage should he be discovered prematurely, it meant that he would have to force his imbecilic servant to go out into the Forbidden Forest sooner than planned.

Two weeks at the most should be sufficient.

And this time he would ensure that Quirrell collected enough blood to last until well after the school term had ended.

Of course, he fully intended to have a body of his own by that point. But since the Unicorn would fail to survive their next encounter thanks to the necrotic nature of his current state, it would be a shame to let pass such a rare possibility to fully harvest the creature's organs.

Not to mention the fact that a swift end to the creature's suffering would be a fitting reward for the part it played in the path to his resurrection.

And as a merciful and generous lord, a quick death was something that the Unicorn had truly earned.

…

Despite her outward appearance of being cheerful and optimistic, Charlie nevertheless couldn't help but feel more than a touch depressed as her latest weekly meeting once again ended in a manner that revealed that the road to redemption was long and frustrating.

"I'm just saying toots you could stand to change your outfit a little. Don't get me wrong, you're working the streetwalker angle perfectly. But it wouldn't kill ya to try and dress classy every now and then. You know what I mean?"

"No. I don't know what you mean. Why don't you come over here and explain it to me?"

"Gee I would love to Vags. But me and Blackie have somewhere to be."

"We do?"

"Yeah! Don't you remember. It's nearly the five month anniversary since my gal pal decided to take pity on you and fuck your brains out. Which if I might add also probably contributed to your boss giving you some…shall we say special treatment."

Blushing a little as Angel proceeded to enquire as to the exact nature of Sirius's sex life, though she too was slightly curious as to what it was like to sleep with a celebrity, Charlie could only sigh as Alastor decided to add his own opinion in regards to the canine Sinner's love life.

"Though I find it somewhat distasteful, I have to agree with Angel my black-furred fellow. Anniversaries, especially ones of a romantic nature are ones one must cherish if one wishes for them to continue to their natural conclusion. Of course, given the distinct nature of your paramours, I do not expect them to develop into anything meaningful, but a gentleman must always treat his female companion like a lady. Even if they're not."

"And just what's that supposed to mean Smiles?!"

"Exactly what I meant Angel. Exactly what I meant."

Quickly moving to hopefully put an end to their squabbling before it could become violent, and result in yet another massive increase in their hotel repair budget, the Princess of Hell found herself speechless as the fighting was brought to an end by a voice she knew all too well.

"Now boys, I can appreciate an uneven fight as much as the next man. But considering my schedule doesn't really have enough time to fit it in between saying hello to my daughter and my next appointment, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut it short."

Slowly turning, for she still couldn't fully believe it, Charlie felt her eyes widen as she confirmed that it was in fact her father standing behind her instead of some minion with a magic mirror.

Several emotions coursed through her at that moment.

Delight at finally having one of her parents set foot into the Hotel.

Fear that this was a sign that her project was about to be canceled. Her dad was rather infamous for gloating about his victory in person after all.

Anger that it had taken him this long to finally visit her despite her frequent phone calls home.

Sadness that her mother, the primary receiver of her messages home, had not accompanied him.

And then finally just a touch of embarrassment as her father proceeded to reveal a side of him that would undoubtedly provide both Alastor and Angel plenty of ammunition in which to tease her.

"Hello my darling little apple! I apologize for the surprise visit, and for not responding to your numerous messages, but you know how busy I can get in the months following the yearly Purge. Things to rebuild. Upstart Demons to deal with. You know the usual."

Though she nodded her head to show that she understood his excuse, for even if he was recognized as the most powerful figure in Hell even he had some things that demanded his attention, Charlie nevertheless frowned as she muttered her reply.

"I've been trying to get you to visit for years actually."

And of course this went right over her father's head.

"But I'm here now. And I must confess that you have done far better than I thought you would. I mean just look at this place. It's a bit short on staff, and could perhaps undergo some minor renovations, but the fact that you have any clientele at all is impressive my dear. Especially someone as famous as Hell's most popular radio enthusiast."

His words caused Al to chuckle in appreciation, Charlie found her head tilting in confusion as her father further engaged with the Radio Demon.

"Of course I suspect that a large chunk of your fan base stems from your well-honed ability to interfere in things only when it looks like things are about to get boring. Which is fine I suppose when one's audience lacks the power to criticize you when you make the transition from observer to participant. However since you have survived for as long as you have, I believe I don't have to tell you that any 'direct' interactions with one of my more…academic projects would be most unwise. At least until the season finale."

Opening her mouth to ask what her dad meant by that, Charlie was sadly unable to get a single word in as she soon found herself embraced in a hug.

"Anyways, that's all the time I have to spare my dear. I promise to send your mother around you the pair of your can have your girl talk, and maybe discuss refurbishing this place into something that would actually benefit Hell as a whole. Ta ta my dear."

For a moment, nobody said anything after her dad slammed the Hotel's doors behind him.

But that moment was quickly broken by the 'youngest' member of their group.

"Sooo…that was the Devil huh? Not quite what I was expecting if I'm gonna be honest."

"While honesty is a good quality my dear fellow, I would suggest you choose to be careful in how you wield it. Appearances can be deceiving after all. Not that I have to remind you of that."

His words causing Sirius to growl in anger at this subtle jab at his past failures, Alastor quickly found himself once again a target for Vagatha's suspicion.

"What did he mean by academic project?"

But as usual, the Radio Demon chose to deflect the question.

"Nothing to be concerned about my dear. Just a little research into a topic we both happen to find interesting."

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to get anything more out of her business partner, unless of course she wanted to make a deal with him, Charlie cast her gaze back in the direction in which her father had just left.

It had been nice to see him of course, but it was obvious that he still hadn't changed his attitude towards her attempts to make Hell a better place.

Still, she supposed that there was a silver lining in all this.

For despite his views on her project, he hadn't done anything to sabotage her progress.

Which was a huge concession for him considering that her work would eventually put her into contact with the 'other' members of their family.

Something which filled her with both excitement and nervousness considering the feud that existed between her father and the rest of Heaven.

Even she wasn't certain that the rift could be repaired.

But she supposed that like with her redemition program, nothing would be accomplished if she didn't try.

….

ANNNNND that's it for now.

Pleased with how this chapter turned out, both in length and in content. Not to mention the speed in which it took to write lol.

Anyways just a brief summarization of what has happened.

The chapter takes place a few months after 'Ozzies' episode…just after the spring break.

Harry spending time with Hagrid with the reveal that he somehow got a Dragons egg.

Flash back scene where Harry is introduced to Andrealphus and his type of teaching method. With what little info there is about this character (i.e. fan comics, Helluva/Hazbin Wiki, etc) I picture the character to be VERY similar to that of Lockhart, albeit with the key difference that he has the power/strength to actually back up his boasts.

Then of course theirs the segments about Voldemort and the Unicorns. Think I did a pretty good job in going to detail as to why he needs the unicorn blood, as well as his own thoughts on the noble creatures he prays upon.

The segment with Hermione….nothing too unbelievable there, but it also reveals how Lilith decided to mess with Harry. Give Hermione something that allows her a better fighting chance of keeping her spot as the year's smartest student, while also ensuring that she is further away from understanding that 'books and cleverness' are not the most important thing a person needs in their life. The punishment for Harry being that he now has to deal with a smugger thorn in his side.

And of course the last segment, where Lucifer, who recognizes that things are coming to a head at Hogwarts, basically warns Alastor not to interfere.

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter. pleased to see that the story still attracts interest...hell it even has a slowly expanding TV tropes page lol

Plz review, no flames.

Til next time.