Harry Potter November Challenge

The final battle did not end the way Harry thought it would. Instead of fighting Voldemort Harry ended up facing off against Dumbledore. Why the change? Well Harry overheard Hermione tell Ron that Dumbledore found the perfect way to kill Harry after Voldemort is killed. Ron had gotten all excited and told Hermione that he and his family would finally get all of Harry's money and possessions.

Harry grew angry at everything they said. The final deciding factor was Hermione saying that Dumbledore was going to leech Harry's magic before killing him. Harry left before he could give into the urge to kill the two. He went to Voldemort that night and made a wizard's oath not to kill him or fight against him in the war.

The Death Eaters trained him, making him ready for the fight. When the final battle started Harry took out Ron and Hermione first. Then he moved on to Dumbledore. Voldemort had been drawn away from the cowardly old coot by the Order members. The fight between Harry and Dumbledore lasted longer than anyone anticipated. Harry was actually getting the upper hand. Only because Dumbledore was trying to keep his image by using only light magic. Harry was using Grey and and borderline dark. Harry was also making sure Dumbledore kept moving and couldn't say anything but his next spell. Soon the old man was tiring out.

Harry ended it with a spell, a dark one, that made the opponent's heart explode. He was so focused on his spell that he didn't notice that Dumbledore shot off his own final spell.

Dumbledore's death cry ended the whole thing, the Order stopped what they were doing to look at their leader. Voldemort wasted no time proclaiming Dumbledore dead. The Light soon gave up after that.

Hours later Harry was frustrated and angry. A Healer found that Dumbledore hit Harry with a spell that cut him off from his core. There was no counterspell or potion. The healer explained that the curse might wear off on its own. They didn't know for sure since the castor is dead and there is no other information on the spell itself. Voldemort ordered Rookwood and Severus to do the research. Harry who didn't want to sit around doing nothing left Wizarding Britain to find his own answers.

Harry travelled all over the world. Talked to many Healers, Shamans, and Faith Healers. No one had an answer. He then moved on to Potion Masters, Charms Masters, Spellcrafters, and Cursebreakers. Still no answer or solution. At his wit's end Harry moved on to creatures and being, not Vampires and Werewolves could help him. Much to his surprise the Royal Elf court couldn't help him.

With defeat Harry went back to America. For one last chance for an answer. When he was there last time he heard a rumor about crossroad demons and their deals. Harry didn't know how it worked, but he did know he could not ask just anyone. So he stood on a crossroad in the middle of nowhere begging for a demon to make a deal with him. After two hours of waiting Harry was ready to give up and leave. Then a demon showed up. The demon looked like a man in his forties with graying facial hair and he reminded Harry of a businessman.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing." The demon purred. Harry immediately recognized the Scottish accent. "What has you sounding so desperate, love?"

"I'm a wizard how has been cut off from my core. Without it I'll die." Harry tried to keep his voice firm. It scared him that this could be his last chance to keep living.

"No need for dramatics." The demon smirked.

"I'm not joking!" Harry snapped. "I grew up in an abusive house. My magic has saved my life countless of times. I can feel sixteen years of abuse slowly coming back. My body will soon shut down. Not even turning into a vampire or werewolf can help me."

"What deal do you want to make?" He looked at the teen closely. It concerned him by how concerned he was for the boy.

"I just want my magic back. Please." Harry pleaded. "I don't know how this works."

The demon sighed. "Love, you are worse than the annoying Winchesters. The standard deal is ten years then I take your soul to hell. The rare deal is ten years then you have to serve Hell for forty years as a demon. But for you I'll make the deal special." He wanted the pretty wizard by his side.

"May I know you name first?" Harry was a bit apprehensive about this special deal.

"It's Crowley. Now, love, just relax. I'll give you your magic back. All I want from you is you to be my consort." Crowley could just picture the pretty wizard dressed in the finest silks, lace, and sheer fabrics.

"Do you know who I am?" Harry gave Crowley an incredulous look.

Crowley walked around the little wizard. "You are Harry Potter, the Saviour of British Wizards. You defected to the Dark after being betrayed by your light friends and Headmaster."

"So you know the basics." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you know that Voldemort will kill you for even mentioning this deal?"

Crowley chuckled darkly as he drew the wizard close to his body. "Tom Riddle won't do anything. I have the means to put his soul together and give it back to him. I'm the King of the Crossroads, darling." He purred into Harry's ear. "Besides do you really want to go back and marry him or one of his followers?"

Harry thought about the whole conversation then it hit him. He pushed away from the demon and glared at him.

"You can't do it. Why did you lie?"

"What makes you think I am lying?" Crowley raised an eyebrow.

Harry scowled. "Because I've been to everyone and they all said the same thing. The spell can't be removed."

"I can remove it. Your core is apart of your soul. All I need to do is remove the part of the soul the spell is attached to. You won't be different but you'll have less morals." Crowley explained.

Harry was shaking his head as he backed away from the demon. "I'm sorry I can't do that. The price is too much. I've seen first hand what lack of morals does to a person. Thank you for your time, Crowley. It was nice to meet you."

Harry turned and walked off. He wandered around for hours until he was completely exhausted and tired. He checked into the first hotel he came across. Harry made the decision to go back home, maybe Voldemort or Severus found a counter. Most of all he wanted to be with them in the end.

He was forced to delay his flight and check into the closest magical hospital. Harry had been on his third flight when the symptoms got worse. So he had no other choice. Luckily the person who helped him at the airport was a wizard and took Harry to the American St. Mungo's. The healers did their best to fix all the wrongs done, but even magic and potions had limits. Harry was still very sick and still going to die. The Head healer told him that he needed to see a muggle doctor. The malnutrition damaged his organs and they had no way to fix it. He followed the advice, anything to try and prolong his life long enough to get back to Voldemort and Severus.

The muggle doctors ran dozens of tests. Harry was poked and prodded by needles from several different doctors. They gave him many different kinds of medicine. Some of them forced Harry to sleep. By the end of it all Harry had some devastating news. He needed a kidney removed, part of his lung needed to be removed. The doctors were baffled that he survived seventeen years with an untreated heart defect. They also couldn't understand how he was alive with a damaged spleen and appendix, both had to be removed. Harry was just thankful that the Healers was able to heal everything else or there would be questions he couldn't answer. Needless to say Harry was scared. At that moment only one name came to mind.

"Crowley, if you can hear me can you please come here?" Harry pleaded.

"Hello, love." Crowley purred with a grin. "Are you ready to make that deal?"

"No deal. Please, I just want someone to stay with me." Harry begged the demon. "Please, Crowley."

"Love, I am a demon. Plus you don't know me. Why do you want me here?"

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes. "I have no way to contact those I want here. And if you are here then you can make sure my soul is safely taken where it needs to go. I've killed five people in my life. A possessed man, three friends, and my Headmaster. Many more have been killed in a war that I helped the Dark side win." Harry let out a bitter laugh. "So I guess that means you get my soul."

"Just take the deal, darling. Say yes and you don't have to go through with this. Loose morals won't be that bad. You just confessed to joining the Dark and killing people. I doubt anything will change."

"Do you know what having a Horcrux does to a person?"

"I can't say that I do." Crowley moved to sit on the bed next to Harry's hip.

"It drives them to insanity. Their mind turns against them, their heart is practically dead. That insane person doesn't see any reasoning nor will they listen to logic. Voldemort was warned by three faithful followers that going after my parents was foolish and would get him killed. They were right and he spent thirteen years as a wraith. He still isn't completely sane but he does listen since he absorbed two of his horcruxes. That's why I can't take this deal. That and also the fact that a piece of Voldemort's soul is inside me. If I lose part of mine I'm afraid that his piece would fill the void."

Crowley snarled, sounding closely like Juliet. "I'll get rid of it."

"NO!" Harry jerked forward, clamping his hands around the demon's wrists. "I made a wizard's oath to keep it safe. Even if I don't have access to my magic that oath can still kill my core."

"Harry, what if that piece is the reason you are cut off?" Crowley reached forward with one hand to caress the young man's soft cheek. "You don't know what kind of influence that soul piece is having on you."

"I've had this since I was a year old." Harry confessed. He closed his eyes, liking how safe Crowley made him feel with that one touch. "If it was going to have any influence it would have made me kill my relatives. Since I was one my mother's sister and her husband and son, and his friends have done nothing but abuse me. Like I said when we first met that abuse is the reason I'm lying in this bed. That I am dying if these doctors can't help me."

"You are not going to die." Crowley spoke with conviction, the slight growl told Harry that Crowley was not making an empty promise.

"No deals." Harry spoke firmly. "Why don't you want me to die? You don't really know me."

Crowley leant forward touch his forehead to Harry's. "There is just something about you that makes me want to get close. When did these doctors schedule your surgery?"

"Tomorrow morning." Harry spoke softly.

"More than enough time." Crowley bent and kissed Harry with everything his felt. It was a little surprising that the younger male kissed him back equally. Crowley chuckled into the kiss when small hands began undoing his trousers. Just as he went to stop Harry he did the opposite when Harry wrapped a hand around his hard shaft. That one touch caused him to lose his control.

Crowley bared Harry to him and moved in between his legs. He dropped a hand between them to slowly open Harry's puckered hole for his cock. They never once stopped the kiss. The demon growled deep in his chest when his little wizard squeezed the hole he was still preparing. He got the message and moved his fingers allowing Harry guide to the weeping head against the dry anus. He broke the kiss to look into lust filled eyes. Crowley tilted his head a little to look behind his shoulder.

"Juliet, come forward and lick the Consort's anus." He ordered the Hellhound. He shivered when her tongue licked them both. Crowley chuckled when Harry squealed in surprise but made no move to get away. He himself slowly thrust into his lover as his hound continued to lick them. Once he knew they were lubricated enough with the hound's slobber Crowley silently waved her away.

The demon wrapped his arms around his lover to hold him as he slowly made love to him. Crowley was tender the whole time. He wanted Harry to enjoy being with him and get lost in the moment, wanting him to be completely consumed in the pleasure. Crowley wanted Harry to see that there was no doubt that he loves him, he waited his whole life for Harry. It felt like a dream was coming true for him, he bent his head sealing his love for the wizard in a passionate kiss. They came together, Harry crying out his release where Crowley growled his and spilled himself into his little love. Crowley felt a connection form between them, then felt another connection form. He watched in surprise as Juliet moved forward with a soft whine and pressed her nose against Harry's belly then she licked after sniffing for a minute,

"He's pregnant?" Juliet let out a soft bark to not startle her Consort. "Our heir is inside our Consort. Juliet, he needs to be protected at all times. I don't care who they are, they will never be within touching distance of our Consort and Heir." He pet the large head when the hound gave a rumbling bark in agreement.

"What are you and Juliet whispering about?" Harry sleepily asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about right now, my love." Crowley smiled as he caressed Harry soft cheek.

"Crowley--"

"Fergus, darling." The demon corrected. He wanted Harry to be the only one to call him by his real name.

"Fergus, does this have anything to do about the baby?" Harry asked cheekily.

"How?"

"I may not be able to access my magic but I can still felt when a new core is forming inside of me. Fergus, we have no guarantee to my survival. And now there is no guarantee to our little demon's survival." Harry began to cry. This was not how he envision his first time having sex or the first time he would get pregnant. Both were suppose to be happy moments but now they were tainted by his impending death. There is no way now that he can go through with the surgeries and risk the life of his baby.

"You and our little hellion is not going to die." Crowley spoke fiercely. He got off the bed and fixed his clothes. He quickly but lovingly cleaned Harry up. He placed a sweet kiss to Harry's lips then one to the belly their baby was now growing in. He straightened up and covered Harry's tempting body with the blanket. "Get some sleep, my love. I'll return shortly."

Crowley reluctantly left Harry, but not before ordering Juliet to kill anyone who is a demon, angel, or creature. The hound barked her agreement quite happily before curling her large body around her Consort. The pretty little wizard relaxed instantly and Crowley knew that the two were going to be inseparable. He was all right with that, more protection for Harry. Both demon and Hellhound will make sure nothing and no one harms their Consort and Heir. Before leaving he gave Juliet one last order, make sure under no circumstances does the Winchesters enter the room.

The Crossroads' King knew where the gate was; not like the winged annoyances kept it a secret. Crowley argued, fought, and killed quite a few angels. They still wouldn't help Harry. So he taunted them, telling them that he'll just go to Fate or Destiny. And if the sisters don't help he'll go to Death. He left the angels and went straight to Death. The demon didn't have patience to deal with Fickle Fate and Righteous Destiny.

The conversation with Death was very simulating and eye opening. Death had actually looked pissed. Crowley had no choice but to tell the Horseman where Harry was. He didn't want to get on the man's bad side.

Harry blinked awake when Crowley appeared with another man. This one was tall, thin, and well dressed. His face look like skin stretched over the skull. His eyes were dark and deep reminding Harry of Severus.

"You aren't going to die today, Harry Potter." The man declared as he moved closer. "Your child will not die today."

"Who are you?" Harry whispered.

"I'm Death." He smirked. "Tell me, Crossroad Queen, do you know the story of the three brothers?"

Harry ignored the title. "The Peverell Brothers? Yeah, I know the story. Cadmus is my relative, Ignotus is Voldemort's. What do they have to do with this?" He tilted his head.

"I gave the brothers the three items. What they didn't know was that together those objects makes a person my master."

"Master? Like ruler or dominant?" Harry questioned raising an eyebrow.

Crowley growled, Juliet echoed it. Both of them were ready to attack at a moment's notice. Death ignored them while Harry spared them a quick look.

"Actually it's neither." Death smirked again. "It's just a title for someone who mastered death and became immortal. You need these items, Harry. Where are they?"

"The wand and cloak are in my vault at Gringotts. No one knows where the stone is. Dumbledore had it last." Harry replied. "Even if I had them I can't use them. Dumbledore cursed me before I killed him. I was cut off from my core."

"I can fix that." Death assured. "I have the power to remove the curse without harming you, your core, your soul, and your unborn child. I can even heal you completely as well."

"But how? I thought Death only had the power to kill, mark souls, and take them."

"When you have been around as long as I have you learn a few things."

"Okay. So what do you want in return?" Harry asked carefully.

"Nothing, but you becoming the Master of Death. It is after all you birthright and destiny. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes." Harry didn't hesitate. "First we need to leave. Muggle will ask questions if I leave here healthy."

"Of course. Crowley, handle the humans." Death ordered before grabbing Harry's arm and leaving the room.

Crowley growled under his breath. He was quite pleased he didn't have to order Juliet to find Harry. She left as quickly as Death did. Crowley gathered Harry's things then got rid of all the evidence that the wizard was ever at the hospital. It took him awhile but he was pleased that it was done thoroughly. By the time he left the hospital he was irritated.

"Fergus!" Harry beamed. "Look." He changed into his panther form then back again. "I'm so happy to have my magic back. Thank you so much." Harry jumped onto Crowley's body, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around the demon. He smiled against his neck when Crowley hugged him just as tightly.

"Where is Death, darling?" Crowley asked as he caressed his hand up and down Harry's back.

"He had to leave. A reaper screwed up." Harry giggled.

"When are you going home?" Crowley spoke tensely, tightening his arms again. He didn't like the idea of his Consort leaving his side. Doubly so with their Heir inside his belly.

"Soon. Do you want to go with me?" He looked into the man's hazel eyes.

"I wish I could, my love. I need to stay close to prevent the Winchesters from killing too many of our demons. If you come back just call for me or ask Juliet to bring you straight to me. She won't be leaving your side anyways. She'll kill any who try to harm you and our baby."

Harry surged forward and pressed a kiss to Crowley's lips. "I'm coming back, Fergus. I felt that connection between us before I felt our baby."

Crowley didn't respond. Instead he ravished Harry's mouth, thoroughly claiming it. He pulled away to find a flat surface, quite happy to see a bed. He carried his Consort to it, laid him down then stripped them both. Crowley and Harry only spoke words of love as they let their pleasure consume them.

"Go before I keep you here." Crowley spoke softly to Harry as they laid naked, sated, and sweaty on the bed. Both of them were rubbing Harry's belly. Juliet was snoring at the foot of the bed having to join them when they curled around each other after their release.

Harry nodded, reluctantly getting off the bed and getting dressed. He kissed his demon before giving Juliet a low whistle. Harry gripped her collar in one hand and his portkey in the other.

"I love you, Fergus." Harry declared before activating the portkey Severus gave him.

Harry arrived in the middle of Voldemort's meeting hall. In the middle of a Death Eater meeting. He smiled at them all as he moved a little closer to Voldemort.

"Hi, did you all miss me?"

"Harry." Voldemort breathed out and tried to pull Harry into a hug but was stopped by a deep menacing growl. Everyone had their wand in hand in seconds. Harry just calmly rubbed Juliet's head.

"Its alright, Jules. He won't hurt me. None of them will hurt me." He assured the Hound.

"Harry, who are you talking to? What was that?" Severus asked, slowly moving closer.

"I went to America. I overheard talk about a crossroad demon. So I travelled to the closest one and met a demon named Crowley. He tried to make me a deal of removing a part of my soul to get my magic back. I declined quickly." Voldemort winced. "I left him and was on my way back here but I had to delay because I was getting worse so a halfblood was on my last flight, he took me to St. Mungo's in America. They healed me had much as they could, then had a muggleborn worker take me to the closest muggle hospital. I called Crowley, and well we talked for a bit then he left to find help. He found Death and well Death is the reason I am here."

"Are you dead?" Voldemort asked carefully.

"No." Harry laughed. "Apparently Death can learn a few new tricks in his old age. He just healed my body and got rid of that Merlin awful spell. All I had to do in return is take up my birthright."

"You mean..."

"Yes." Harry answered the cut off question.

In the end Voldemort and Severus tried to keep him in Britain. Harry only stayed two weeks after going to Gringotts to get his death items. Apparently all he needed to do was touch the cloak and wand at the same time and think of the stone. He felt when the magic of three accepted him. He felt slightly more powerful than before. It felt exhilarating.

Despite the protests Harry had Juliet take him to Crowley. He was surprised to find himself inside an old farmhouse.

"Fergus." Harry spoke with a smile as he jumped into the demon's arms.

"Hello, love." Crowley purred. "I have missed you, our Hound, and our child. Never leave me again, Harry."

"Never again, Fergus. I promise."

Crowley kissed him firmly. "Good. Welcome home, my love."

"Nowhere else I rather be." Harry smiled as kissed his demon again.

They were going to be an unstoppable pair.

~Fin~