Lost and Found
Omega was a simple ghoul. He did what he was supposed to, doted on Terzo, and kept the younger man in line. He'd murdered alot of ghouls in his youth, and he was proud of it. He'd never thought he'd have the blood of a kit on his hands. He kept his quintessential magic flowing through the boy- without it, he'd die.
His ribs had stabbed through his lungs- forcing Omega to fix that first. The next thing he fixed was the boys core- his magical core had broken apart trying to keep himself alive, and that took most of his power that night, but healed him. The crack of apartation startled him, but he kept his calm as Copia rushed over, Sister Imperator right behind him. Copia pulled out a potion- blood replenishing- and Omega gently coaxed the half unconcious boy to drink the potion. The next was organ knitting, and the last was a stabilizing potion. Omega ignored the last one- it'd fuck up the stabilizing he'd already did. Terzo runs outside, sliding down beside Harry.
"How is he??"
"He'll live, but I'm just stabilizing him. Mist, Rain, or Sodo could tell you more." The water(And one water turned fire) ghouls were much, much better at healing than Quintessential were. "We need to get him to a hospital. Sister, Cardinal Copia, you two need to clear the No-Maj's minds on the street. A few of them saw Papa Primo stun the big No-maj, and they'll start calling the regular police."
"I'll take the boy to the Wizarding hospital and stay with him. Copia, you obliviate the No-maj's. Ghoul, keep Terzo and Papa Primo company. I'm sure the police are already on their way..." Omega pushed as much quintessential magic into Harry as he could, before grabbing Terzo, and helping him into the house, hearing Sister Imperator dissapear with a loud crack. Terzo seemed.... Lost. He sat where he was told and stared at the floor as Primo began casting spells around the house. The first was at the woman and man, while the next was at the boy.
"I failed him Primo." Terzo speaks, staring. "I failed him. He was just a little boy." Primo waves his hand, a red potion in his hand. He forces the small boy to drink it, and lets him go from the spell he has him under to run upstairs.
"Harry is fine, Terzo." Primo finally finishes casting spells, walking over to him. "Hey, look at me." Omega frowns at the level of feeling in the room and decides to look around the house. In a cupboard under the stairs, he finds a trunk with Harry's name on it, which he drags out, dragging it into the living room for Primo to worry about. It was old and falling apart. The lock had been broken multiple times, and he resolves to dig up the trunk he'd bought when he'd been first summoned. He'd handed it off to Aether, who gave it to Phantom, who gave it back to him. The wards should still be strong. He also finds signs that a child had lived there recently. Dried blood was splattered all over the cupboard and 'Harry's room' was etched into the cupboard door. Primo was going to ream these idiots. Omega headed upstairs after that, wincing as he heard the fat boy throwing up, groaning and moaning something awful.
The room closest to the stairs had several locks on it, with a cat flap installed on the bottom. Dried blood littered infront of the door, and Omega holds his growl in. He unlocks every single lock before opening the door. The room is small, nothing really in it. The window is barred up, and a sickly snowy owl sits in a bird cage. It hoots weakly as Omega gently takes it out of the cage, and heads downstairs, letting it out the front door. There's cops getting out of cop cars as he lets the bird go.
"Your a smart one yeah? Go off to the church of ghost. Your little master is at the British Wizards Hospital, he's not healthy." The snowy owl hoots again, before flying off into the sky. As he watches it fly away, the cops- along with Copia- come up to the door. There's six of them, and Omega lets them in.
"Now, what's going on here?" One of the officers ask, and Omega explains what happened and what he found upstairs and under the stairs as he leads them to the living room. Primo's wand is up, and the two No-Maj's are awake, tied up. The man's face is turning a shade of purple that Omega'd seen before in the pit. "Thomas, Freid, head upstairs and document everything. One of you bring the other boy down here; he'll need to be taken to an orphanage. Weaver, Madoff, you're to arrest these two. Jasci, stick with me and call for backup. Also, contact the hospital—what was his name again?"
"Harry Potter." The lead police officers eyes buldge, and so does Jasci's.
"Ah. Contact the hospital where Harry Potter is being treated. You know, the specialized one. Now, as for you four, you're coming with me to the station." Oh goodie. This was going to take all day.
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For a few minutes, Harry felt like he was floating. Everything felt so far away, like he didn't have to deal with anything. Was he... Dying? Was this what death felt like? He finally groaned, before opening his eyes, being met with a large white ceiling. Was he in a hospital? Aunt Petunia never brought him to a hospital. A face appeared in his vision- or rather, a masked face. They tiled their head, their dark blue eyes staring into Harry's until they backed away.
"You're awake finally. Good, Terzo can stop whining about you." Harry struggled to sit up, memories flooding back. He had called upon Omega for help when his uncle had attacked him. It seemed the man had indeed come to his aid. Thank Merlin. As he fumbled for his glasses, the person speaking pressed them into his hand, and he slid them onto his face.
"Thank you." He murmured, blinking a bit. Had they managed to retrieve his wand? His trunk? Hedwig?? Where were his belongings—
"You're thinkin pretty hard for someone who was just hurt. Calm down." The person steps over, head tilted. Their mask only shows their eyes, and nothing else. It was an odd mask, the same that Omega wore. "I'm Mist. I'm the ghoul that'll be keepin an eye on you for now."
"I'm Harry Potter." He sticks his hand out, and the girl- Mist- shakes it. Her hand is blue. Huh. That's... Huh. "Where's.. my stuff?" Mist flicks her hand twords the door.
"Your room. We haven't got it any sort of decorated yet- since you've been asleep- but your friend Neville helped us a little. " Neville was here? Harry frowned before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing unsteadily. Mist caught his arm as he wobbled, offering support. Clad in a hospital gown, he felt thoroughly disheveled. "Come on. I'll take you to the showers before getting you some clothes. You could use one anyway - you stink." Harry grinned at the playful jab before heading into the bathroom. Mist handed him a loofah and soap, and he spent the next twenty minutes cleansing himself. Washing his hair proved to be a task, expecially because his ribs and chest ached every single time he raised his arms, but once finished, he dried off with the towels provided by Mist, and waits. After a few minutes, the door opens just a tad, and an outfit along with boots are dropped into the bathroom.
"Get changed kiddo. Terzo wants to see you." He quickly changes into the new clothes- marveling that everything fit him correctly- before heading out the door. Mist glances up from the book she was reading, glancing him up and down before nodding. "There ya go. You look good now. Better than those rags we had to burn. Follow me." Harry followed behind her, happy that she was going slow for him to look over everything. The place was huge, large ceilings and sharp corners, the walls made of stone, the floor made of wood. Harry paused when they go past a large stained glass windows of different men. He recognized one of them as Terzo, but...
"Who are these men?" Harry glanced at Mist, who pondered for a moment.
"These are Papa's Nihil, Primo, Secundo, Terzo, and Cardinal Copia. You're familiar with Terzo. Nihil has passed away, so Primo and Sister Imperator are technically in charge, despite Terzo being Papa. However, Copia is slated to become Papa soon, hence his placement up there."
"Papa?" Mist glances over, eyes questioning for a few seconds before she straightens up.
"We are the Satanic Church. Like the Catholics have their Pope, we have the Papa's. Make sense?" Not really, but Harry nodded anyways. All he knew was that Aunt Petunia hated the satanic church, and told him that they'd sacrafice him if they ever caught him. However, Terzo- or, well, Papa Terzo- seemed to be apart of this satanic church, and he was nice. and Mist seemed to be apart of the church, and she was nice as well. So was Omega. They pass alot of people in the hallways, and Harry dislikes the stares and whispers he gets, feeling greatful when one bold person tries to come up to him, and Mist growls, scaring them away. Nobody else tries to get close after that, and they finally stop at a door, 'Papa Terzo' engraved on the front of it. "Alright, I'll be waiting right out here for you. Terzo wants to speak to you alone- although Omega will be there too for back up." Harry tilts his head at that, and Mist shakes hers, opening the door for him. Inside, Terzo is sitting at a desk, rambling at Omega, who glanced up when he entered.
"Oh, fucking finally." Omega sighs, and Terzo's head shoots up, staring at Harry.
"Oh!! Harry!! It is nice to see you are okay!!" Terzo shoots up from his desk and speed walks over to him, giving him a quick hug. Harry- who'd only been ever given a hug from Hermione- freezes up, eyes wide. Terzo releases him after a few seconds, pausing when he sees his face. "Are you.."
"I-i'm okay! Thank you for.. I thought.." He clears his throat. "Where Uhm, where is my relatives, sir?" While he didnt like them, he still had to ask what happened to them. Even if Vernon had almost killed him. Again.
"Ah, your relatives have been arrested." Terzo grins, leaning against his desk. "Your cousin Dudley is here, but he is learning manners from Secundo. Hopefully, Satan helps him. Secundo doesn't tolerate disrespect." Terzo chuckles. "Right now, both you and your cousin are under the protection of the satanic church, and you are my ward. You never have to go back to them again." Harry's eyes widen in disbelief, and he feels his jaw dropping to the ground.
"I... I don't..." It's hard for him to process. A man he'd only known for a month has managed to do something that Dumbledore and everyone else couldn't. His eyes fill with tears as he slams into Terzo's side, trying to hide his emotions. But he can't hold it back any longer and sobs into the side of his savior. Finally, finally. He wouldnt have to go back to the dursleys. Finally, he wouldnt have to get hit or hurt ever again.