Chapter 1
Harry hated teenagers, especially on Halloween.
Teenagers and Halloween, his two least favourite things.
He used to hate Halloween because that was the night his parents had died. Then he hated Halloween because of his Potter Luck. But now? Now he hated Halloween because teenagers were fucking stupid.
He’d been jumping around all day, being pulled to summons by teenagers screwing around and trying to scare their friends. It was quite a rude awakening when it actually worked and he showed up. It most commonly ended in screaming and/or tears. Usually both.
He had just finished lecturing a group of teenagers who had summoned him to a church (seriously, who tries to summon a demon in a church?) when he felt the next pull. Only this time it was a bit stronger than the last. This time, it burned. Harry lurched forward.
He reappeared in a bedroom.
A bedroom that looked like an actual murder scene.
There were knives and candles and creepy dolls and so much blood everywhere that it took Harry a moment to realize there were three people staring at him in shock. He looked in front of himself, only to notice a younger kid looking at him with his mouth hung open.
“Why on earth did you think using real blood to draw a summoning circle was a good idea?” He looked down at the floor and saw a book with the same circle that he was currently standing in. “And why would you copy it from an obscure book that you most definitely don’t know a translation to? Do you have any common sense? Any self preservation?” The one with the white streak in his hair spoke up.
“Damian. What the fuck did you do.” The younger kid, Damian, swung his head around to glare at him.
“How was I supposed to know that the book Drake gave me was real?” The other kid put up his hands.
“Don’t bring me into this! I wasn’t the one to summon an actual real life demon into Dick’s room! Besides, this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t suggested we prank Dick in the first place, Jason!” The teen with the white stripe (Jason, Harry now knew) looked offended.
“At least I wasn’t the one to summon a fucking demon!” They both looked back at Damian. “And why the fuck are you using real blood? Where did you even get it!?” Jason’s hands were pulling at his hair in distress. Damian scoffed.
“You were the one who told me to get the blood!” Jason threw his hands up.
“I didn’t mean real blood!”
“You didn’t specify!”
“I shouldn’t have to!”
“It’s not my fault that you were too stupid to-”
“Uhh, guys?” The kid on the left (Drake, was it?) starts, “Shouldn’t we, you know, do something about the thing Damian brought here?” All three sets of eyes were on him now.
“You guys are lucky,” States Harry, “That it was me that got brought here and not something more nefarious. I mean, seriously! Real blood? Random summoning circle? That spells disaster waiting to happen! Did you even think about the consequences? You could have been hurt!”
“Dear god,” Breathed Jason, “Damian summoned a dad ghost.” Harry ignored him, continuing with his rant.
“And doing it in your house? You could have given something bad access to everyone who lives here! It was utterly irresponsible! Next time, you need to think before you do something.” He shook his head.
“I quite agree, sir.” An older gentleman was standing in the doorway. “You three are lucky that I’m not telling your father.” The three kids blanched at that. The man looked back at him. “Unfortunately, sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave or else I will have to take more drastic measures.” Harry nodded at this.
“Of course, and I apologize for the confusion.” He turned back towards the boys. “Think about your actions, because next time there could be major consequences.”
As Harry turned on his heel to apparate back to the underworld, he overheard the man speaking to the boys again.
“As a punishment, you boys will be cleaning this all up without my help.”
“Come on Alfred,” Jason whined, “You aren’t gonna help us?”
“Would you prefer I go get your father?” They all shook their heads and ran to get cleaning supplies.
Yeah, Harry hated teenagers.