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October 31st, 1994, Hogwarts, Slytherin Common Room

The door leading into the Slytherin Common Room creaked open, and Harry Potter slipped inside, hoping not to catch any unwanted attention from his housemates. It had been a rough first two months of school for him, and he'd much rather avoid the other students than put up with their cruel treatment.

Unfortunately, stealth was not on his side.

"Hey, Potter!"

Harry froze in place as he turned to see Malfoy and his goons come up to him. Malfoy sneered down his nose at him as he looked over Harry with disgust. It was like this every time. He couldn't even escape this treatment when in his own house. The Slytherins didn't see him as a real one of their own; he was an outsider, and he didn't belong here. The only thing they did acknowledge was his last name, and that's what made him an outcast amongst his own.

He'd rather be anywhere else but here. The bullying was just like how he was treated back at his aunt and uncle's house, and it made him sick to the stomach because he couldn't escape this type of treatment.

"How did you manage to get that fancy goblet to choose you of all people?" Malfoy was referring to the Goblet of Fire. Less than an hour ago, Harry's name had burst forth out of the magical artifact, signifying him as the fourth champion in a tournament meant for three.

"I don't know how it happened, but I didn't put my name in there. I never had any intention of participating. I want a normal year for once!" The last words came out louder than he intended, and the room quieted. Harry and Malfoy had caught the attention of everyone in the room. Harry didn't want this attention; he was hoping that Malfoy wouldn't make such a big deal out of this and that he'd leave him alone. Harry didn't have to look around the room to know that everyone was looking at him; their gazes were practically piercing into the back of his skull.

"What?" Malfoy scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "You think that a Potter could have a normal year? With your history? Please."

Malfoy was referring to all the shit that happened during his first, second, and third years. Harry had hoped that he could finally enjoy a peaceful year, but the Goblet of Fire must have sensed his wish to have some peace and decided to squash it into the dirt.

Malfoy was now in his personal space, and he pushed at Harry with enough force to knock him backwards onto the floor. He looked down at Harry with disdain before spitting at him. "If anyone deserves to be in the tournament, it's me, not you."

Harry felt anger well up in his stomach, his blood was boiling, and his face felt hot with emotion. He hated Malfoy, hated him. "I never wanted this, Draco. I just wanted a peaceful year. Why is that so hard to understand?"

He was on his feet again, fists balled up at his sides and his teeth gritted. He wanted to punch the blonde in front of him. Just once. But he couldn't. Not in front of all the Slytherins. If they ganged up on him, he'd never stand a chance. The only thing he could do was let his words be his defense. He didn't have much of a choice.

"What? Did the great Harry Potter not want more fame? Doesn't want his face plastered in the Daily Prophet? I find it hard to believe that someone who's always been in the spotlight wouldn't want to keep it up." Malfoy and his lackeys snickered.

Harry didn't have anything else to say to him. What was the point in trying to reason with the blonde boy anyway?

Harry turned his back on Draco and everyone else. He went up the stairs towards his room, ignoring the shouts and insults thrown at his back as he fled to his bedroom. Once there, he threw himself on his bed, hiding his face in the pillow and screaming, letting his frustration be let out through his pillow. This year was already bullshit!

Luckily, no one else occupied this room as Professor Snape had separated him from the rest, thinking that he would cause trouble for his more upstanding students. As a result, the Slytherins took his isolation as another form of bullying and made fun of him for having no friends.

He hated this, hated this, hated it, hated it, HATED IT, HATED IT!

The anger he was feeling dissipated as soon as the first tear fell. His body shook with the sobs, and he felt his heart ache.

Suddenly, a gloved hand rubbed his head, and Harry could hear the sultry, hypnotic voice behind him. "What's got you all upset, my little snake?"

Harry sat up on the bed and looked up at his friend, Valentino, a moth-like demon from Hell that he had summoned in his first year after experiencing severe loneliness in Slytherin and wanting to make a friend. Valentino was his one and only true friend, the only person he could trust.

Harry took his hands away from his eyes, revealing puffy, red, and swollen cheeks. "The Goblet of Fire picked me to participate in the tournament, but I don't even want to participate, Val. I never put my name in that damned cup!"

Valentino had the decency not to look amused at the boy's misfortune. Instead, he kneeled in front of him and wiped away the stray tears. He couldn't stand the sight of his precious snake in such a miserable state.

"I see, I'm sure there's a way out of this, baby. Did you tell the teachers about it? I'm sure that they will take care of the situation; it is not your fault, after all." The demon ran his hand through Harry's hair to soothe the distressed boy. The action seemed to calm him as he stopped sobbing.

"None of them believed me." The boy's voice came out as a pitiful whine as he sniffed, "Just like the other years before... No teachers believed in me besides Professor Lupin."

Valentino was very aware of the hardships that Harry faced in his previous years at Hogwarts and how he was the only one who could provide comfort for him in times of stress and need. He enjoyed that Harry only depended on him for any relief. While he was under a summoning spell that bonded him to the summoner, he was able to come and go as he pleased, going from Hell to Hogwarts. However, Valentino also had an emotional bond with Harry in the sense that he could sense his emotions when they were apart.

The bond also allowed him to sense when the boy was in danger; it had been demonstrated during his first year when the young Harry Potter summoned him, and he had felt an overwhelming amount of pain from Harry through the bond during his Quidditch match. The boy's arm had been jinxed and had felt like it was going to break.

Valentino had to come to the aid of his summoner, and he did. At least in secret, the spell helped, as he would not be revealed to anyone and could remain invisible unless Harry wanted him to be seen. Which he never did. Valentino was his little secret. It didn't matter that he had no friends in the human world as long as Valentino was with him.

Harry had no friends, just the demon. The boy would rather have it that way as well; it wasn't as if he was a people person anyway. The demon had grown fond of him and was willing to protect him and keep him to himself. Harry was made aware of who Val was in Hell as the demon shared with him his life in the land of the damned. So, Harry knew that while Val was a shady individual and was cruel to those who worked under him, it was better than nothing. Even if Harry had reservations about what the demon did, it wasn't like the boy could do anything about that, nor would he even bother trying. What was he compared to a high-ranking demon like Val?

Harry sniffed, "They don't even care that a fourth-year will be participating against sixth-year champions, I could die, Val!"

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that death talk." The moth chided, taking his index finger and tapping Harry's lips with it. "I won't allow anyone to hurt my precious snake." Valentino grinned, his gold tooth on display.

The words comforted Harry, and he nodded his head. "Thanks, Val." He rubbed at his eyes to try to wipe away his tears; he didn't like crying in front of the older male, even if he was a demon.

"Now, you had a rough night. I think you deserve some snuggle time." The demon grinned as the coat morphed and unfurled, revealing large, moth-like wings. What Val wore under his wings were thigh boots, a leotard, and a distinctly round article of clothing wrapped around his hips and legs. It was a dark red diaper with a thickness that forced his legs open, making it the perfect seat for him or for the other person sitting on his lap.

Ever since Harry had known Val, the demon always wore one. When questioned about it, Valentino explained that he was trying out something new that he had never done before. Yet again, he was a demon that was into all sorts of kinks and fetishes and ran a porn studio in Hell, so it was inevitable.

Harry undressed himself, and Val blew some of his smoke that covered the boy's body before dissipating and showing him wearing a onesie with a thick diaper of his own, but green.

Luckily, no one could enter Harry's room besides him or Professor Snape. But the bat-like man never comes in because he can't stand his presence, even if it's for a few seconds.

Valentino pulled back the bed covers and slid in. Harry joined in after the demon and crawled to lie on top, where Val wrapped his arms around him in a protective embrace with one hand cupping the wizard's heavily padded bottom, their padded crotches grinding and squishing against one another. Harry moaned, still getting used to his new sleeping arrangement with the demon, but it was comfortable.

The demon pulled the covers up to cover them both. Valentino stroked the wizard's back and nuzzled his face in Harry's black locks. "Sleep, baby, I'll watch over you~" His hand trailed up and down the wizard's back, and Harry closed his eyes.

Valentino, the Overlord of Porn, looked off to the side to gaze out the lone window in the room, with the other side being underneath the Great Lake with little fish, plants, and other critters seen. He thought about all that Harry told him, and he had a plan in mind for that stupid cup.

But first, comforting his precious little snake was needed. Harry was his after all. He would make sure no one would ever take him from his hands. He'd be damned if that were to happen. Literally, and Harry would be right there with him, as he had intended from the start. Soon enough, he'd be with his precious snake for all of eternity, and no one would be able to separate them from each other.

Harry stirred in his sleep, prompting Val to soothingly rub his back and pat his padded bottom before falling asleep as well.

Sunday, November 1st, 1994, Morning, Great Hall

Harry walked into the Great Hall with Val following close behind. No one could see him, not unless Harry willed it, so they couldn't see the moth-like demon right beside him.

The wizard headed for the Slytherin Table, where Malfoy and his friends were already there, not wanting to see or talk to Harry. He sat in the empty spot across from Malfoy with the space already made to avoid contact with him.

Malfoy moved to grab a slice of bacon, but it started floating in midair and being eaten above his head. "By Merlin, this is the fifth time this year already!" To everyone present, the bacon was eaten and consumed by nothing.

But to Harry, Valentino had walked up to Malfoy from behind and snatched the bacon and greedily consumed it. Val loved earthly food. It was something that you couldn't get in Hell. Hell Hog was good, but it didn't hold a candle to well-cut and fatty bacon from a swine on Earth.

The bacon disappeared, and a goblet of orange juice floated up, and the liquid sloshed out and spilled all over Malfoy. He looked as if he wanted to cry and was humiliated as he was laughed at.

Harry ate the breakfast on his plate and smiled at his invisible friend. Once he had eaten, he and Val left the Great Hall to take a walk down to the lake. They could be in each other's company without anyone to bother them.

The two walked side-by-side. It was still chilly outside, and Val wrapped his coat around Harry as they walked through the trees. Harry enjoyed being around nature; it was a luxury that he didn't get often while at Privet Drive, and Hogwarts had plenty of natural landscapes that he could explore.

"Hey Val?"

Valentino looked down at Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"How come I never see Vox or Velvette?" He was curious. Valentino never talked about those two much, only mentioning them a few times, but never went into details about who they were. Harry was curious to know more about Valentino's life in Hell.

"They are not to be bothered by a little thing like yourself." The moth chuckled at the thought. "Also, I am starting to enjoy their presence less and less the more I am with you. It's exhausting listening to Vox rave on and on about the Radio Demon." Val explained as he took out a cigarette, lit the tip, inhaled, and blew a puff of pinkish-red smoke. "It's always about Vox. He loves the sound of his own voice."

"And you don't?" Harry snarked. It got a chuckle from the demon who blew smoke in his direction, making him cough. The demon was very egotistical, and Harry was sure that if he had the chance, he would talk for hours upon hours without end. But that was fine. The more Harry learned about Val, the better. "I'm just curious. You never talk much about them."

"And what if Vox were to find you?" The moth-like demon looked down at the boy. "I don't know what would become of you. But I will not take that chance. All demons fall under that summoning ritual because it does not specify who. You could've summoned anyone, but I was chosen at random. You could've gotten Alastor, and he would have you make a deal with him within a minute and devour you the next."

Harry felt a chill go up his spine. Valentino was extremely possessive and protective of him. He would be damned, literally, if any of Valentino's rivals or anyone, for that matter, took him away from him.

"Also, there are other ways to access the living world." The Overlord said. He didn't want Vox or Velvette to know of Harry's existence. The boy was his, and he wasn't sharing him.

"Okay." Harry sighed, "Sorry for prying."

Valentino wrapped his arms around the wizard, pulling him close to him, and pressed his lips against his temple. "No harm, little snake. You were curious, and I am willing to answer any questions that you might have for me."

They arrived at the lake, and it was quiet; no students were in sight. The two walked up to the lake's shore and stared at the surface; this was the spot where Val and Harry met each other. The summoning ritual didn't summon Val immediately, and Harry thought it didn't work until the following week, when Harry had snuck out of the castle at night and sat alone at the lake. He had cried to himself after getting bullied by a bunch of older Slytherin House members, along with some boys from Gryffindor, calling him a traitor for being dark. Harry had received bruises and a broken nose, all alone until a voice called out to him.

Flashback, First Year, Few Weeks Into The School Year

"Oh, poor child. Are you alright~?"

Harry had moved his head to look up to the demon he would come to know as Valentino, and the moth demon had bent over to look at his injuries.

"You're a little banged up. Whoever did this to you was quite cruel."

The demon reached out to touch his cheek, and Harry had backed away out of fright. "W-who are you?" Harry asked.

The demon grinned, "Valentino. I'm the demon you summoned."

Harry had looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief and fear. "D-demon? I summoned you? I-I didn't think it worked!"

Valentino laughed at him and reached out to touch his cheek again, but this time, Harry did not flinch away; instead, he looked at him with a mix of awe and fear. "Summoning demons is dangerous. You could have summoned a real nasty one. Of course, I'm quite nasty, but Zestial is worse." The demon was in front of him, his body hovering over him in an imposing way, and Harry had backed away and was now on the ground, his hands holding himself up.

"I won't hurt you. I'm just surprised to have a child summon me. Most children don't have access to this type of magic, not even those who have magic. How did a sweet, innocent child like you summon someone like me?" He poked the tip of the boy's nose.

"I don't have friends. I wanted to summon someone who wouldn't hurt me." The child explained as the older demon pulled him back to his feet.

The Overlord looked at the bruises on the child’s body, "It appears I have some competition then."

Present

That had started their relationship.

Valentino was the best thing to ever happen to him. Even though he knew Val had an agenda, Harry was just glad that he was the one who summoned him. Valentino wasn't cruel, at least not to him.

"So, what are you planning to do for the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry groaned, not wanting to be reminded of it. "I don't know, I just have to survive through the tasks, I guess. However, it does suck that I have no idea what any of them are. Maybe stick to the library and find out or hear what others say?”

Val chuckled and pinched Harry's cheek. "Don't you worry your little head. I am sure that we'll find out in the coming weeks."

The demon had a feeling he already knew what the first task was. With how dangerous wizards were and what they often faced, it had to involve some giant beast. But Val decided not to say so as not to worry his precious little snake.

After hanging out around the lake a bit more, Harry retreated to his room in the Slytherin dorms with Valentino behind him. Harry did some studying while sitting on the demon’s padded lap and had some snuggle time with Val until the overlord left to take care of business down in Hell.

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Friday, November 13th, 1994, Potions

Double Potions was a nightmare with the Gryffindor and Slytherin mashed together for an extra-long period. Harry never liked it because the house of the “courageous and brave” tormented him as much as his own house did.

Everyone seemed to be wearing a badge over their robes, saying,

SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY—THE REAL TRIWIZARD CHAMPION!

The badge was a golden yellow that showed Cedric's annoyingly handsome mug.

Now, by itself, Harry wouldn't have minded them in the least, seeing as he didn't want to be involved in this stupid tournament, but it was what came after that made him recoil in embarrassment. The badge transformed.

POTTER STINKS

It had his head on the badge in a cartoonish way and a disgusting green color, unlike Slytherin's, but way worse.

Malfoy was being a right git like usual, but he thought of fucking with Harry even more by shooting a jinx at him from across the room while Snape's back was turned.

Harry defended himself by snapping up with his wand, not noticing that it gave off a deep red tint to his defending spell.

Snape had given Harry detention for using his wand in his classroom [and seemingly defending himself].

Harry didn't want to test Snape; in fact, HE HAD NO DESIRE TO! All he could gather from the professor, from his years of being a bully to him, was that Snape despised everything about Harry's birth father, James Potter.

Brewing antidotes was the current lesson today, and Harry just knew that Snape wanted to poison his very being. Well, the feeling was mutual. Just the twisted thought of Harry hoisting up his cauldron, bringing it up to the professor, and dumping it all over his head brought a slight smile to his face.

“Twenty points for smiling, Mr. Potter!”

Harry scowled at that as the various Slytherin and Gryffindor students snickered behind covered mouths, the former not caring that they lost points because it was to attack Potter's character.

Valentino was up in the rafters, leaning on a beam and watching his precious snake from above. He inhaled his cigarette and dabbed the ash right above where Malfoy was and chuckled at the brat yelping at feeling ash pout onto him from nowhere.

There wasn't much Valentino could do to help Harry that wouldn't bring unnecessary attention to both of them. The moth demon didn't want to use any of his demonic abilities lest Snape punish Harry for it.

So, Valentino settled for physical acts of pouring juice over the heads of those tormenting his precious snake, dabbing ash on them, and various other things.

Suddenly, a knock came from the dungeon door, which brought everyone's attention to it. Snape announced, “Come in,” as a head poked inside. It was Colin Creevey—the enthusiastic third-year Gryffindor who had a weird admiration for Harry Potter. Seemingly, the only person from that house who didn't do anything to Harry was one reason Valentino didn't do anything to the kid.

“Yes?” Said Snape curtly.

“Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs.”

Snape glared daggers at the Gryffindor student as his frown deepened. “Potter has another hour of Potions to complete. He will come upstairs when this class is finished.”

Colin’s cheeks flushed pink. “Sir—sir, Mr. Bagman wants him,” he said nervously. “All the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs…”

Harry would've gladly given up everything he owned to have stopped Colin from saying those last few words.

“Very well, very well,” Snape snapped. “Potter, leave your things here. I want you back down here later to test your antidote.”

Colin then made mention that Harry needed to take his things with him, which made Snape even more annoyed. Harry had grabbed his things and followed Colin out of the room when Snape shouted out, “Get out of my sight!”

Valentino swung down from the rafters effortlessly despite the great weight and heft between his legs and bent over to move outside of the room, following behind Harry as the teen glanced his way with Colin unknowingly leading two people.

It was a few minutes' walk upstairs to an unused classroom where the desks were pushed against the wall, and the supply shelves, except for three, were lined up end-to-end and draped in velvet.

Colin Creevey left as Harry quietly thanked him.

Viktor Krum was standing moodily in the corner as usual and not talking to anybody. Cedric and Fleur were in conversation. Fleur looked a great deal happier than Harry had seen her so far; she kept throwing back her head so that long, silvery hair caught the light. A paunchy man, holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, was watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

Valentino whispered something to Harry and skunked towards the wall. He needed to be careful about being in such a secluded area.

Ludo Bagman noticed Harry and bounded over. “Ah, here he is! Champion number four! In you come, Harry, in you come. Nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment—”

“W-wand weighing?” Harry repeated nervously. He had been noticing as of late that his wand seemed to change the longer he was with Valentino.

Bagman explained, saying that it was to make sure that everyone's wand was in working order, as inspected by a wand expert who was speaking with Dumbledore upstairs. A little photoshoot was mentioned, and a reporter from the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter, was introduced.

Valentino actually recoiled in disgust at the amount of green and makeup the woman wore. All that fashion did nothing to hide how repulsive she appeared. In fact, Valentino would compare her to a beetle—an annoying, green pest.

Rita Skeeter asked if she could have a “little word” with Harry before they started, with her gaze still fixed on the boy. “The youngest champion, you know…to add a bit of color?”

Bagman saw no issue with that and indeed expressed his feelings about it. Harry couldn't get a word in as Rita grabbed onto his arm in a surprisingly firm grip and steered him to a door, where a fairly spacious broom closet was, thankfully, well-lit.

Valentino looked on in disgust as the door slammed before him. Separating Harry from him. The thought of leaving his precious snake with that vile woman made the demon want to bust down that door and blast that bug with his pistols. Screw staying hidden!

But Valentino relented and instead leaned against the wall, smoking with an annoyed expression. Through his demon bond with Harry, he could feel his embarrassment, annoyance, and slight tinge of anger. Presumably, the emotions are coming forth due to the ridiculous questions that the woman is pestering him with.

Val never liked journalists, when alive and down in Hell. He always found them to be parasites that feed on the misery of people, such as Harry, by twisting their words just to make unnecessary gossip and make the cash flow into their accounts. Yes, he does something similar with sinners being his stars in porn flicks, mainly Angel Dust. But at least Valentino KNEW he was a piece of shit and grew out of treating his workers like they were nothing but his playthings. Journalists, just poke and prod until you spill everything and twist your own words to spout out-of-context lies.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the door opened with Harry hurriedly bursting out of it and slinking behind a shelf.

Valentino came over to see Harry, who was closed in on himself in a dark corner. “Are you alright, my precious snake?” He could see light tears sprinkling out of Harry's eyes.

Harry wiped the tears away and looked up slightly as Valentino saw his eyes shine like glass from the wetness. He tried to hold back his tears, but his demon friend being there for him didn't help. It just made him want to cling to Val and never let go.

“S-she questioned me about my parents…”

Val kneeled to Harry's level and held a palm against his cheek.

“S-she tried to pin me as being a disappointment to them for entering into this tournament for fame.” Harry's lips trembled. “I-I don't want to disappoint them.” His voice came out as a hiccup and a slight whisper.

Valentino hated seeing Harry like this. He wished he could say that he knew that his parents wouldn't see him as a disappointment like that vile woman claimed. But the demon didn't know anything about James and Lily Potter except second-hand information given to Harry by a few people.

“I highly doubt your parents would be disappointed with you,” Val began. “They would be proud of how far you came along… well, minus the bits that include me at least.” The demon laughed a bit at that. The pair hugged while being hidden from everyone's view.

On the other side of the room, Fleur was whispering with Cedric and asking if Potter often talks to himself. The Hufflepuff champion answered that everyone seems to hear Potter speak to himself but never knows what to make of it.

Dumbledore, along with the other visiting heads of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, a few different people, and then Garrick Ollivander.

The hiding duo ceased hugging, and Val wiped the tears from Harry's eyes with a cloth as the latter moved back into view of everyone else and joined the group.

“May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?” Said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judges’ table and talking to the champions. “He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament.”

Harry hadn't seen Mr. Ollivander since his first visit to Diagon Alley, and he was nervous about being inspected by those hauntingly sharp eyes.

The wand-maker inspected Fleur Delacour’s wand first. A 9½” inflexible rosewood wand containing a hair of veela, which the witch mentioned was donated by her grandmother.

Ollivander mentioned that he never had to work with veela parts for his hands, as he found that they were temperamental. But he digressed and performed a spell that made flowers burst from the wand’s tip.

Harry watched Ollivander go from Fleur, to Cedric, to Viktor Krum, intently inspecting their wands and sharing his findings while performing a spell from each of them. Ash wood, unicorn hair core at 12¼”, pleasantly springy from Cedric. From Viktor, a wand from Gregorovitch, hornbeam and dragon heartstring, rigid, 10¼”, and somewhat thicker than the typical wand.

Finally, the wand-maker moved to Harry. “Mr. Potter. It has been some time, has it not?”

Harry nodded. “Y-yes, sir. It has.” He averted his gaze as he noticed Val glaring at Ollivander as he stood a few feet away.

Ollivander held out his hand as he asked, “Wand, please.”

Harry nervously fished out his wand from his robes and handed it to the otherwise ancient-looking man.

The wand-maker looked over Mr. Potter's wand. “I know this wand all too well—Holly, 11”, and containing a tail feather from a phoenix.

But there was something else about the wand that made Ollivander a bit weary, a dark presence coating the wand that sickened him. He didn't know what this presence was, but he needed to see. The man performed a “Lumos” spell, and everyone present noticed that the light was different.

Lumos, which is just supposed to be a regular white light emanating from the wand's tip, had a deep-pink, almost red glow that caused smoke to flow out. Only to Ollivander’s eyes, he noticed the smoke take shape into that of a moth.

Harry was shocked that his wand did that, but he tried to hide the surprise on his face, something that Ollivander noticed.

“How peculiar, Mr. Potter. Your wand feels a bit different than how it should. Have you done anything to it that you should not be doing?”

Harry shook his head nervously. “N-no, sir! I polish it every so often; I haven't done anything to it.” Which was the truth, he didn't know why his wand made a spell look different.

The wand-maker didn't say any more as he gave Mr. Potter his wand. Harry glanced over to an invisible Val, who shrugged and called out, “I don't fucking know.”

The weighing of the wands was over, and now, photos were taken of the champions with their respective school heads and Ludo Bagman. For promotional material, solos of the champions were also taken, and Harry was thankful that Dumbledore stopped Rita Skeeter from butting in.

Everything was done, and Harry exited the room first.

It was nearing dinner now, and Harry needed air, so he took to stepping out into the courtyard. He leaned over the stone brick walls and looked at the Black Lake as the surface shimmered under the Moon’s light.

Next to Harry, Valentino leaned back against a pillar and took out a cigarette to puff on. He took in one long drag and then blew out.

“I'm happy that that didn't take too long. That Skeeter woman was on the verge of getting her knee blown out.”

Harry glanced over to the demon as he held out one of his dazzling pistols and gave it a spin before putting it back under his coat. The teen wasn't sure how he should put it into words, but he just said what came to his mind first.

“My magic is changing because of you…”

Valentino looked down at the boy. It wasn't a question but an observation. “Yes, it is.”

“Why?”

Val shrugged. “I suspect it's because of how long you have been in contact with me. I have heard from overlords in the past that their demonic influence carried on into those who summoned them and changed them.”

Harry pulled out his wand and looked at it. “Well, we all saw what happened. My spells are changing.”

“It must just be my essence bleeding through you. I'm quite an infectious demon after all~” Val had to chuckle at that as Harry shared a smile with his one and only friend. “I believe the signs are greater when you're emotional. Though I am not sure.”

“Greeeat, now I'm going to mimic the tall demonic moth when I'm emotional.” Harry's voice dripped with faux joy.

Val mocked the hurt. “Oh, my precious snake. You wound me. You could think of this as reinforcement.” He pulled on Harry's cheek and said playfully. “Imagine how much stronger your magic is going to be~”

A few hours have passed, and dinner has been served.

Harry followed after the other Slytherins as they made their way to the dungeons. Malfoy and the others tried to get a rise out of him, but Harry just kept on walking with his head down.

The door to Harry's private dorm opened, and he removed his robes and clothing beneath as he was ready for a peaceful rest, looking out at the fish swimming by his underwater window. His naked form was out in the open for Val to admire his pure and feminine figure.

Harry pulled out a deep-red and gold suitcase from under his bed and opened it up. It was a special storage Val had gifted him a few days ago to hide things that only he and the demon could open.

Inside the suitcase was a deep-green sleeper bodysuit and a pack of extra special diapers that Val had ordered from a kink and fetish shop in Hell, where apparently they had an entire aisle on this sort of stuff.

Val no longer summoned the thick diapers onto Harry, as it was more fun to change him into one.

Harry lay on the bed and let Val do his thing as he wrapped a heavy and ultra-thick diaper around his legs and waist and tightly taped it shut. Next was the sleeper, as Harry's legs slid in first to the padded soles, up and over the diaper, and the rest of his body followed. It was zipped closed as Harry curled a hand in its mittens, and Val then got to himself.

Val's wings that were previously morphed into his coat slipped away, and he showed off his own sleeper of dark-red and gold with an even larger diaper on him.

The demon carried Harry into his arms as he got into the bed first with his human lying on top of him, and the latter slowly fell asleep. Val hummed a tune to him, a song that he remembered from his time as a human.

With Harry asleep, Val soon joined after with eyes drooping shut.

It wasn’t until the next morning, early morning, that Val checked the time and quietly dressed himself and kissed Harry on the forehead, watching the teen shift in his sleep and roll facing away from the demon.

“I’ll be back, my precious snake. I must go to work~” Val whispered as he disappeared in a haze of red smoke, leaving Harry to rest and enjoy the start of his weekend.

V Tower, Pentagram City, Pride Ring, Hell

It was busy in the extravagant tower that housed the “Three V’s”, sinners and hellborn demons moving around with a buzz as they did what they were paid for.

Two sinners were having their break with some coffee and smokes. They were chilling without a care in the world as the electronic buzzing coming from the comms on their heads screamed with Vox's annoying voice.

Everything was normal for these two sinners until a burst of red smoke filled the spot adjacent to them, and they dropped their coffee and sped off as they saw the tall figure appear.

Valentino looked down at the spilled coffee with annoyance and commanded an imp employee to “clean this shit up”. The overlord walked off with a soft clacking coming from his high-heeled boots. He waved at a bunch of his employees as they happily greeted him back.

In the years since knowing Harry, Valentino seemed to calm down and treat all of his employees and workers with the respect they deserve. Of course, he still had a reputation to uphold, but he would no longer strangle, be abusive, or shoot someone for being incompetent.

Because of this shift in attitude, every demon who had a contract with Valentino started to enjoy their jobs more and make his business more profitable than ever.

The same couldn't be said for the demons employed under Vox or Velvette; they still feared Valentino.

The moth sinner pushed the doors open into his suite and crashed onto the heart-shaped couch as he stretched his limbs out, one hand groping the bulbous and thick padding wrapped around his legs and crotch. Valentino lit a cigarette and blew out some smoke as he stared up at the ceiling with a thinking expression.

‘My precious snake is safe for the moment—Harry’s in greater danger this year than in the years before. I can't be with him at all times!’ Valentino thought as he clenched his fist in anger and a tinge of fear. ‘He needs someone else to look after him when I'm not around. But who?’

*SCREECH*

“HEY!”

“Up yours, Drag Show!”

Valentino heard the ruckus and got up to move towards the balcony, and saw his star, Angel Dust, had come to the tower for his shift after nearly being hit by some punk in his ride.

Suddenly, a thought came to the overlord. Valentino was a sinner who was somehow able to cross into the living world thanks to the summoning ritual with next to no consequences. At least, no physical consequences.

Valentino was under contract with Harry, who was the one who had summoned him from some dusty, cobweb-ridden book. The overlord wondered if sinners or other demons who were under contract with him could enter the living world.

To his knowledge, only certain demons, mostly royal bluebloods like the Goetia or Sins, get unrestricted access to the living world. Well, an Asmodean Crystal could also work, but only hellborn demons were permitted to use one.

But Angel Cakes was one of his own. Valentino couldn't think of anyone else he could trust to look after Harry while he was gone, so it would have to do.

Valentino took a long drag of his cigarette and smiled as his infectious gaze lingered on Angel from above. “There's an idea.”