Authors note: Warning, this chapter may contain offensive content in terms of language. Reader discretion is advised.
"Where is it? Where is it? Fucking Christ on the cross, where is it?"
Though he knew he would regret asking, with Harry going through the list of supplies he had specifically made for him to fulfill, and Millie helping Loona pack up the more impressive weapons in their arsenal, it fell to him to try and deal with their boss's latest energetic panic attack.
"What are you looking fo..."
"Shut the fuck up Moxxie. I can't find what I'm looking for if you're bugging me."
Releasing a tired sigh at this response, though in truth he could understand the desire to find something precious considering the Extermination was happening in less than 12 hours, Moxxie summoned what patience he had as he once again extended an offer to help.
"If you tell me what you're looking for maybe I can help you find it."
His repeated offer of help earning another dismissive glare, Moxxie almost laughed at the sight of Loona coming to his aid.
Even if it was clear that her reasons had little to do with his feelings.
"If you're referring to that stupid horse figurine, have you tried checking your pocket? I mean, that's where you usually keep it when you're not using it to play some twisted fantasy of yours. So unless you decided to stick it up your a** this time, that's where I'd look."
Grateful that Harry was preoccupied elsewhere if only because he had no doubt Millie would react violently if she discovered that Loona was continuing to set a bad example for her son, the news that she had been teaching him how to fight without her supervision had not gone over well, the white-haired Imp had to roll his eyes as Blitzo's expression went from frantic to cheerful.
"Thanks Looney. They're packed away right now, but as soon as we get to Stolas's, you'll get a treat for being such a good gi…"
"Finish that sentence and you'll be spending the next 24 hours in a body cast with only your feathered-a** boyfriend to take care of you."
This of course was enough to make the white-spotted Imp retreat.
"Alright, alright. Just saying I wanted to show my appreciation for helping me. It's not like anyone was offering to help."
Opening his mouth to object to this claim, for he had selflessly offered his help in finding a trinket that represented his boss's obsession with horses, Moxxie was prevented from saying anything thanks to his wife's interruption.
"Okay, that's all done. Every gun, explosive, and pointy or blunt object that was on our list is packed and ready to go. How you doing sweetie? You making out alright?"
Turning his attention towards his adopted son, who had been given the safe, but no less important task of ensuring that they had enough bandages and other basic medical supplies, for even if they were spending the terrible day in a noble's bunker it never hurt to be prepared, Moxxie felt a small smile spread across his face as Harry answered back.
"Almost done Mom. Just have to finish packing the stuff we use for stitches, then that's it."
Pleased at the diligence of his boy, whose transformed features sadly robbed him of the minuscule chance to be ignored by those mass murdering agents of God, Moxxie voiced his appreciation before turning towards the rest of the group.
"Good job Harry. Knew you could do it. And if he's done, and you've managed to find that stupid knick-knac.."
"It's not stupid Moxxie. Just cause you're too cheap or ignorant to find a good luck charm of your own, doesn't mean that you can mock me for having one."
"Actually, I like to think that I'm his good luck charm since he never has to worry about facing a threat without me at his side."
Once again feeling amazement that he had managed to have such a loyal and supportive Imp as his wife, Moxxie gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek before turning towards his bored-looking superior with a look that stated that now was not the time for levity.
"Thanks Hon. Appreciate it. Anyways, are we ready to go now? I know that we still have some time to get to Prince Stolas's mansion before the sirens sound. But I think I speak for everyone when I say that today is the day when we want to be early for something."
Thankfully today was the day when no one could afford to dismiss his words of caution.
Even if it was pretty clear that his boss wished that he could.
"Cool your jets Moxx. I got us covered. Was just waiting for you to stop your pissing and moaning before I made the call that will allow us to skip the chaos that is happening out there."
Though frowning, Moxxie could nevertheless agree with Blitzo's description of what was happening in the streets of Imp city.
For unlike the human sinners, who were all confined to the Ring of Pride due to the edicts of Lucifer himself, Imps and other Hell-born Demons were able to seek sanctuary in any of the remaining six circles. Though only those who had the permission of the Royal Family could claim refuge in the lowest Circle.
Which meant that every year the streets of every city in the First Ring were packed end to end with vehicles and panicky Demons trying to escape into the regions of Hell that were rarely visited by the Agents of Heaven.
Normally, instead of joining the panicking herds, the members of I.M.P. would huddle together in the office with the lights off and stay as far from the windows and doors as possible.
But this year, thanks to Harry, they could now not only avoid the pre-Extermination rush but also ensure that they had more than a few inches of plaster and wood between them and an angelic weapon.
Of course, it still made him feel a little uncomfortable to be taking advantage of his adopted son's status this way. For it was obvious that Stolas would have been unable to convince his wife to finally agree to his request to ensure the safety of his 'Darling Blitzy'.
But since today was the day when he would gladly debase himself to protect his loved ones, he could put up with a little bit of discomfort.
"Okay, everyone. Now that we got all our shit together, let's draw this fucking magic circle, and spend the next 24 hours living it up in style."
Correction, make that a lot of discomfort.
…..
Somehow managing to summon the necessary restraint to keep herself from blasting the overly vulgar Imp back into the street where he belonged, Stella felt her gaze lose some of its harshness as she nodded towards the only member of this disreputable group that had any merit.
"Greetings child. I trust that despite the circumstance you are faring well?"
Taking a certain amount of satisfaction in the less than pleased reactions she was receiving from the rest of the recently transported group, specifically the Imp that had wormed his way into her husband's affections, the white-feathered owl Demon was pleased to see that the still transforming dragon child was smart enough to treat his superiors with proper, if a tad clumsy, deference.
"Ye…yes I am Miss Stella. Thanks for allowin…"
"Oh there's no reason to be so formal Harry. While I wish that the circumstances were more ideal, today is the only day of the year when all inhabitants of Hell are able to experience a measure of equality. So please all of you, make yourselves at home."
Growling in frustration at Stolas's continued inability to adhere to the hierarchy of Hell, even if today was the day when all but Lucifer and his sickeningly moralistic daughter were considered fair game for the heavenly executioners, Stella felt her already severely taxed patience fray just a little bit more as her husband's lover proceeded to take advantage of his current situation.
"Don't mind if we do Stolas. As soon as Moxxie finishes taking all our stuff to our special quarters, more than happy to indulge in all the little treats that you rick folks get to enjoy on a daily basis."
While her husband was amused at the Imp's declaration, Stella was not.
"The reason we get to enjoy these 'little treats' is because we earned them, you odious little freak."
"Really? I thought it was because most of you noble types were gold-digging whores whose only concern was whether or not you were banging your cousins."
Releasing a screech of rage at this insult, it was only thanks to her husband's interference that prevented the white feathered owl Demon from tearing the impudent insect to pieces.
"Now let's calm down everyone. We must remember there are children present after all. So for the time being, let's all please restrain ourselves."
Though openly sneering at Stolas's attempt to save the currently smirking Imp, Stella nevertheless barely inclined her head forward before turning towards her daughter.
"I suppose for the time being that is acceptable. Octavia. Why don't you take Harry and the do…I mean his friend with you on a tour since I know for a fact that the only part of the manor that they have seen is the library, the study room, and the training hall."
Pleased to see her daughter pick up on the fact that this was not a suggestion but merely a politely disguised order, the older female Owl waited until her frowning daughter left with her classmate and less than pleased looking hound before turning her attention back towards the Imps.
"As for you three, you'll find the servant's quarters down the hall and to the left. I'm sure mingling with members of your own…background will be an appropriate way for you to pass the time until it is once again safe for one to be outside."
While it was easy to ignore the Imp couple's glare, their employer's reaction was something else entirely.
"Good idea. Moxxie, you get us settled in while your wife and I see if this place has a game room. If we're going to be stuck here for the next day or so, I wanna know if I'll be playing darts, or forgetting my troubles with the most expensive liquor money a noble can buy."
Once again feeling her hands twitch with the growing urge to disembowel the crude little plebian, Stella waited until the Imps were out of sight, something that took a bit of time considering that the most pathetic member of the trio had been given the responsibility of carrying their luggage, before releasing a sigh.
"I must say I'm rather surprised that you were able to restrain yourself as well as you did. I don't suppose this means that you are slowly becoming fond of that little band of misfits?"
Shooting her multi-eyed husband a glare, the white-feathered owl Demon voiced her opinion in regards to the invited 'misfits'.
"Apart from the boy, and perhaps the hound if she manages to fix her insolent nature, none of them possesses anything worth mentioning. Personally, I don't even know why you would debase yourself with sleeping with such a lowborn creature."
At this Stolas could only shoot his irritable spouse a look of confusion.
"I'm sorry, what was tha…?"
"I said what do you even see in him!? Of all the miserable wretches in Hell, you chose to sleep with an Imp. And not just any Imp. But one whose immaturity is only eclipsed by his belief that he is capable of performing the role that used to be the sole responsibility of Hell's noble class."
Of course, that was only a basic description of why she hated the white-spotted Imp. But it was enough to make Stolas know her feelings on the matter.
Something which he readily addressed.
"Last I checked, there is no law restricting who a Demon will choose to have relations with. Perhaps who they can marry, but that is a separate issue. And since his business still remains in operation with no warnings from our King to cease, it stands to reason that no one views him as a threat to their own topside operations. But in regards to your question of why I see him as a mantic partner…"
Growling in frustration as she watched him close his eyes before opening them with a look that she hadn't seen since the earliest days of their marriage.
A look of fondness mixed with daydreaming.
"Well to sum it up, he is passionate. Wild. And quite giving when the mood takes him. Of course, it started off as a simple business transaction, but after our first time together…. I felt almost compelled to continue the arrangement. Besides, it is not like this is the first time one of us has sought comfort in the arms of another."
Ignoring the faint stab of regret as she was forced to concede this point, Stella felt her tone unintentionally gain a touch of emotion as she pointed out the obvious.
"True. But I never treated my past lovers as nothing more than a means to an end. While you have a tendency to treat them as something more than a sentient bed warmer."
Seeing her words causing a small, but nevertheless genuine look of guilt to appear on Stolas's face, Stella decided that she had had enough of this little heart-to-heart moment.
If her husband wished to revisit this particular topic, he could do so after the Extermination.
But only after she had drunk enough wine to make her forget the humiliation of offering sanctuary to the only other Demon in their mansion that knew what it was like to have sex with a Goetia Prince.
A pity that her tolerance levels were far higher than her husband's. But she would make the attempt.
….
Though happy to have gotten a day off to hang with his friends and family, Harry nevertheless knew that the circumstances involving said day off were far from ideal.
Yes, he and his family were safe behind the carefully warded walls of Master Stolas's bunker.
And yes, they had enough supplies to last for at least a month if they were careful and didn't put Blitzo in charge of divvying it up.
But the fact remained that in just a few hour's time, hundreds of thousands, if not millions of Demons would soon be permanently erased from existence just because God wished to go beyond the punishment that was described in the Bible.
Of course, his pre-Hell experience with Christianity hadn't exactly been pleasant, what with the Dursleys telling him that God didn't take too kindly to those he deemed freaks. But he had nevertheless enjoyed believing that God was a loving deity, who only punished those that broke his rules.
Living in Hell with his new family had of course changed that perception.
Yes, things were more violent down here. And carried danger for anyone who wasn't strong enough to protect themselves from harm.
But apart from that, there was little difference between Hell and the Human world.
Except that God now took a more active role in the affairs of fallen humanity, and Hell's indigenous population, than he ever did on earth.
It still confused him as to why Hell allowed this to continue. For his studies with Via's parents and the bits of knowledge he had learned in the Human world had basically stated that the Devil was God's greatest enemy.
But for now, he had another task at hand.
One that would hopefully help ease the tensions between his avian magic partner and his canine rescuer.
In retrospect, he should have just simply used magic to summon the much-needed munchies from wherever Via decided to hide it. But since the last time he had lazily used his summoning spell resulted in the type of chaos one would expect when one didn't consider what might stand in the object's path as it flew to him, he had decided to leave the bickering pair alone to fetch them.
It was a bit nerve-wracking to be by himself in a place that he hadn't been before, and with mere hours before death would greet anyone who stepped outside this bunker. But with the confidence that had been slowly building within him ever since he arrived in Hell, plus the knowledge that nothing could harm him as long as he was careful, Harry continued on with his mission to get his friends to be nicer to each other.
Sadly however, it was quickly proven that his luck had run out.
Not because he hurt himself by tripping on the carpet and damaging some pricey ornament.
Or even because he accidentally cut or shot himself with the dagger and pistol he now carried on his person at all times.
No, his changing fortunes happened because someone, probably a servant, had left a TV on in one of the numerous empty security rooms that had been built into the place.
And even though he disliked the image that he saw, that bitchy long-necked blonde woman never had anything nice to say, the title of her flashcard was enough to convince him to listen to what she had to say.
So with a wave of his wand to turn the volume back up, and his eyes glued to the words 'Tips from Last Year's Purge', Harry watched with morbid interest as the condescending tone of Katie Killjoy filled the formerly silent room.
"While it is true that at least half of our viewers will be killed within the next few hours, especially those that have only recently become citizens of Hell within the last few weeks, here at 666 News, we wish to do our bit in annoying those heavenly assholes as much as possible. So in order to give you a chance to better weather the oncoming storm, here are clips from last year's Extermination, which will hopefully highlight the best options for survival."
And as the screen switched over to the horrifying image of a smiling monster, Harry could only watch in mounting terror as he realized what was about to happen.
…..
RUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Though her father had told her to be polite to their guests, and her mother had instructed her to compose herself with the dignity befitting of a Hellborn noble, the constant snacking of the bored-looking Hellhound had severely taxed her patience.
"Do you have to keep doing that? I realize that this situation is less than ideal, but the least you can do is try not to make this more irritating than it needs to be."
Of course, rather than accepting the rebuke with a guilt-ridden expression, the gray-furred canine merely snapped off another piece of highly processed potato before giving her a look that clearly stated that she didn't give a damn.
"It's not my fault that you serve you only had this stale shit. Seriously, how long has it been here? Two…three years since its expiration date? You're lucky it's still edible."
Eye twitching as Loona proceeded to take another overly loud bite of the snack she had generously donated, Octavia decided to match snark for snark.
"Is that so? I would have thought that SLIGHTLY stale potato chips would be a treat for you considering you have a past history of drinking blended cell phones from what I hear. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised with what you put in your mouth considering who raised you."
Her words earning the response she had been looking for, one of anger-filled focus, the teenaged owl Demon reached for her magic as the taller female loomed over here.
"Let's get one thing straight, princess. While he may be an asshole at times, and is probably the last Imp you want raising a child, nobody, and I mean NOBODY, gets to insult his parenting skills. Especially by someone whose dad is as big a pervert as yo…."
Summoning pink flames to her hands, for even if there was more than a little truth to her words nobody, except possibly her mother, had the right to insult her father while she was in earshot, Octavia was about to launch herself at the equally combative Hellhound.
Only to stop as Loona's stance went from hostile to concerned.
Frowning in confusion at this, the teenaged owl Demon's expression quickly gained a look of understanding as she heard the faint, but unmistakable sound of screaming.
Rushing to follow the much swifter Hellhound out the door, though for some reason she was finding it rather easy to keep up with a being whose species had been bred to track down the most desperate of human souls, Octavia soon learned why Loona was racing at speeds far below her potential.
"And that's why ladies and gentlemen it's always a good idea to spend the day with a group rather than by yourself. Meat shields are a valuable commodity on a day like today, so the fatter the companion the easier it is to use them. Next, we will be talking about a trick that recent arrivals into Hell call Tauntauning. Of course, this will only work if you're significantly smaller than your chosen corpse, but it never hurts to be prepar…"
Shooting a quick grateful look to the sneering Hellhound for turning off the TV, for she truly detested that blond spider woman, the pink-eyed owl Demon turned her attention to a sight that twisted her Hellborn heart.
Her mother would've told her that she should be above such things, what with her being the daughter of a noble and the fact that she was born in Hell, but the sight of Harry, shaking with understandable terror and as pale as any bone, was more than enough to make her abandon her usual bored demeanor.
Though it was Loona who reacted first in an unusual display of gentleness.
"It's okay ki…Harry. Those winged fuckers aren't gonna get you because we're safe here. And even if they somehow got in, they'd have to get through me, your parents, and Blitz…"
Rather than comforting the pseudo-Human, the canine woman's words merely caused him to seek comfort from the nearest target.
Which in this case happened to be the gobsmacked heiress of the Goetia Family.
Shooting the surprised, and more than a little dejected Hellhound a look that clearly stated that she too had been surprised by Harry's reaction, Octavia racked her brain to figure out the best way to deal with this case of pre-Extermination jitters before her parents came looking for them.
She knew that spoken assurances wouldn't do the trick. And using lies and half-truths wasn't exactly her thing.
Which meant she only had one option left to her.
And while she would use it, Octavia had to make something perfectly clear.
"You record this, or ever use this moment to mock me, I don't care how long it will take, I will ensure that you'll be begging to be outside during an Extermination by the time I'm done with you. Is that clear?"
Though receiving a glare, Loona nevertheless nodded her head in acceptance. Allowing the lanky owl Demon to take a deep breath and go down on a knee before attempting to use the same methods her father had used to comfort her when she was young.
"It always feels more quiet, in the dark
It always feels so stark
How silence grows under the moon
Constellations gone so soon
I used to think that I was bold
I used to think life would be fun
Now all my stories have been told except for one."
She started gently stroking his back with one hand, her other one caressing his scalp.
"As the stars start to align
I hope you'll take it as a sign that you'll be okay
Everything will be okay
And if the Seven Rings collapse
Although the day could be my last
You will be okay
When I'm gone you'll be okay."
The sensation of tears staining her shirt, combined with Harry's muffled sobs nearly made her voice crack, but she held strong. If this would be the one good thing that would come out of this horrid day, she was not going to screw it up.
"And when Creation goes to die
You can find me in the sky
Upon the last day
And you will be okay."
As she felt her little friend's sobs slowly recede into soft mumblings, Octavia let out a near-silent sigh of relief. But as she kept holding him, she missed the wistful-yet-confused look in Loona's red eyes.
…..
Doing his best not to cry, for he had long learned that any unmanly behavior would be a signal for these literally God-forsaken freaks to abandon whatever sliver of civilized behavior they still possessed, the corpulent figure that would make even a walrus shake its head in shame, could only clench his fists as his landlord all but sentenced his family to death.
"Your two weeks late with the rent Dursley. That means you, your whore and your retard son are out of here. You manage to survive the next twenty-four hours, and you have enough money to pay back what you owe me, then you still have a place for your fat ass to call home. But since you don't, and the fact that there isn't enough booze in all of Hell to make me even consider putting my dick in that horse-faced bitch of yours…..get the fuck out of here."
Ignoring Petunia's outraged squawk, for even he had to admit that his wife's equestrian-like appearance didn't exactly cause the loins to stir, Vernon opened his mouth to once again try to beg for the smirking Demon to reconsider.
Only to be cut off by a sound that sent every resident of Hell running for miserable lives.
Regaining his wits as he realized that his time was now running short, the patriarch of the Dursley Family once again attempted to plead for his landlord to show leniency, only to have the door shut in his face. Accompanied by the sound of dozens of locks being put in place in a futile gesture to secure the roach-infested dwelling that had sadly been their residence ever they had been unjustly denied entry into God's kingdom.
He was about to pound on the door to demand that they be let back in.
Only to be stopped by the nauseating foul-smelling pig that had once been his beloved Dudders.
"Daddy look. The sky is filled with Angels. Are they here to take us to Heaven?"
Somehow managing to find the necessary patience to refrain from striking his idiotic child, whose survival instincts were sadly far less developed than the freak whose fault it was for his current condition, Vernon gave the one order that he would never thought he had to give when he was still alive.
"RUN!"
Doing his best to ignore the feelings of nausea as he struggled to do more than walk briskly, though even that would normally turn him into a sweaty mess after about a few minutes of it, the walrus faced Demon felt tears stain his face as the sound of wings was soon joined by a rising tempo of begging and screams.
Of course, this feeling of emotion had little to do with the concern for others, since he fully intended for his family to get in on the looting after the Extermination had ended, but rather because the sounds were once again highlighting the fact that he was no longer a man of means.
When he was alive, he had employees who knew that their situation depended on his goodwill. A loyal wife whose influence amongst the neighborhood was nearly as great as his own within the company. And a son who was clearly an early bloomer when it came to expressing himself as a man.
Of course, there had been the freak to look after, but a firm hand and regular lashes of the belt had managed to turn him into a useful burden to possess. Even if the ungrateful little shit didn't appreciate the displays of generosity he was being shown.
But now?
He had been treated worse than the shiftless Pakistani that had sadly been allowed to work at Grunnings due to a changing political climate. Though that still didn't prevent him from using every trick in the book to make the raghead's life a living Hell after he dared to use another language in the office that wasn't the Queen's English.
His wife was constantly mocked and belittled by miserable wretches that were even more freakish than his burden of a nephew.
And his son? Who had at an early age showed signs of manly behavior that were sadly found to be lacking in the wider world around them had been treated with far more cruelty than he would ever think possible.
And it was all thanks to that miserable, skinny wretch that had been placed on their doorstep all those years ag…
"MOMMY! DADDY! HELP MEEEE!"
Desperately trying to stop his forward momentum at the terrified yelling of his precious Dudders, something that was rather hard to do given his morbid obesity, Vernon could only break down sobbing as he turned to look back at his family.
For his son was beneath the heel of a horned Angel wearing a mask that resembled a laughing clown.
While his wife was currently being held against a wall, dagger at her giraffe-like neck, by an Angel wearing a mask of a sad clown.
His moral courage, and control of his bladder, finally abandoning him as he watched both members of God's Army turn their heads at the exact same time to stare at him, Vernon broke into a run as soon as the harsh yet surprisingly feminine voice of the 'crying' Angel gestured with her spear-wielding hand.
"James, be a dear and take care of that fat fuckerfor me, will you? Tuney and I have some catching up to do. Don't we sister?"
Now the full focus of attention by the grinning Exterminator, who promptly used his sword to rob his Dudder's ability to either run or crawl away from his undeserving fate, Vernon only managed to run for five meters before both of his feet were severed.
And as he fell face-first into the pavement, he could only whimper in fear as the Angel's voice was filled with nothing but mockery.
"Not bad for an amateur magician. Don't you think so, Vernon?
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ANNNND That's another chapter done. Apologises for the cliffhanger ending, but lot of emotional scenes for this segment I believe. So can't do them all justice in just one chapter :D
Once again a big thanks to Darksycthe Drake for their helping in editing/adding to this story. And a big thanks to all of you for your helpful comments, and words of encouragement for continuing this story. Seems that despite my desire to work on my other stories, just can't find the will or enthusiasm to do so lol
Anyways to recap this highly amusing/emotional chapter, and to respond to some of the comments that have directed towards the direction of this story.
The first segment of course is simply just Moxxie being Moxxie (i.e. trying to be helpful but getting shit for it)
2nd segment…now that one I had intended to write for quite a while now. Stella's character, at least before episode 5, has always been interesting in it's potential. Is she the typical noblewoman trapped in a loveless marriage? Did things start out okay then went downhill after a while? Was she friends with Stolas before they were married, but something happened? It's interesting to contemplate, and since I have seen quite a lot of pro StellaxStolas artwork, favorite is the drawing of them waiting Octavia to be hatched and the one where a smiling Stella is holding her toddler aged daughter, have decided to go the sympathetic route for the Goetia Matriarch.
3rd and 4th segment….think it needed to be highlighted that while Harry is adapting nicely to his new environment, he is still a child. And the Extermination is seen to be brutal by even Hell's standards sooo…him suffering an emotional breakdown is within the realm of possibility I believe. And with a mild change in lyrics (i.e. Love to Life) think that the song matches well with the mood. It's a really heart warming song, and I think it did much to make Stolas much more than a funny, but somewhat flat character that only wants to get into Blitzo's pants.
And as for the 5th, after all this time, finally get a scene with the Dursleys. To clarify their demonic forms, Vernon is a walrus demon, Petunia is a literal pencil necked nag, and Dudley is a pig. Since this segment was basically one big Dursley bashing, from how they were treated in Hell, show casing the type of petty racist/violent behavior that they would probably have had in real life, I think it turned out ok. And the ending…..well…I intend to reveal next chapter what happened to them. Though unsure if it will be a full segment, or just characters describing past events.
Now for comments.
It has been pointed out to me that Harry can't do a harvest moon festival (i.e. episode 5) during the summer. But I suppose a summer festival COULD be used instead. Still unsure of whether or not Millie's parents will meet their new grandson during or after the time skip, or how much Moxxie's killing of Valentio will effect his In-laws perceptions, but that's for the future.
Has been suggested to me that I change the spelling of Harry's name from Harry to Harrie to match his family. Interesting/cute idea. Will have to think about it since I'm still thinking on how I want Harry's return to the wizarding world will go.
And as for how the interactions between the Potter family…..can't reveal too much detail, but I intend it to be an emotional scene.
Anywho, hoped you all enjoyed this chapter.
Plz review, no flames.
Once again a big thanks to Darkscythe Drake, recommend you read their stories.
Til next time.