"So… why'd you give away all that stuff?" Jiao had to admit, she did not understand Harry's decision to simply release the basilisk carcass to the school… then again, it was clearly done on a whim so it wasn't really that unusual for the boy.

"Why not? It's not like I have much use for it and it was just going to clutter up the room so getting rid of it seems like the best plan to me," he admitted with a shrug.

That shrug told her everything she needed to know. He didn't care enough about the thing to waste his time on it.

"Okay, got it," she gave him a smile as she sat on his shoulder without any issue, honestly it was nice to get to stay out with him instead of having to hide all the time.

It gave her a sense of relaxation that she couldn't have when in storage.

"So, what are we going to do now?" she asked him in curiosity, earning a small chuckle off the boy that owned her soul.

"I'm going to clean up my room," it was a simple statement and she found herself grinning in amusement as she realized exactly what that meant.

"This should be fun," those were her only words as Harry entered the second floor girls toilet and gave the ghost a friendly wave before making his way down to the Chamber Of Secrets.

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Albus Dumbledore found himself worrying about what was most likely about to come.

Sure he wasn't afraid of a Succubus, what with his own sexual leanings leaning the other way but it wouldn't change the fact that having a creature like that show up in a crowded hall would cause far more issues then he was comfortable dealing with.

He just hoped the whole 'pet angel' thing wouldn't be as bad as he thought it might be.

Eventually dinner passed and he noted that Harry hadn't arrived despite his usual decision to spend time with his childhood friend… honestly, how Severus couldn't see the parallels between Harry and Rachael and him and Lily Evans was ridiculous, then again, the man was probably choosing to ignore those parallels due to who Harry's father was.

The rivalry between Severus and James had always been the thing of nightmares.

At least no-one in the school seemed too concerned about becoming Harry's rival, which if he was honest with himself was a very good thing… he didn't need Harry hospitalizing someone on a regular basis after all.

Suddenly the door opened and he was greeted by a sight that made his blood run cold.

Why had the by brought a headless Basilisk corpse to the Great Hall?

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Minerva McGonagall found herself staring at what appeared to be a headless snake over sixty feet long that had apparently been brought up by Harry Potter.

Honestly, how did the boy even move it? It was too early in the year for a feather-light charm but it was the only way she could explain it.

"Grk," she found herself turning towards Professor Quirrell upon hearing the strangled noise that came from him and decided to ask a very simple question.

"Do you know what that snake is Quirinus?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow, honestly there weren't that many snakes that could reach that size but the only one she could think of was far too deadly for a child to so much as consider facing.

"Uh, well, it is… uh…" the man seemed shocked but in turn his stutter seemed to improve as he was clearly more focused on the creature that had been brought to the Great Hall.

"Mister Potter… while I appreciate your decision to donate the carcass to the school treasury," she found herself drawn to the headmaster as he stood up and called down to the boy, "why, exactly, did you decide it was a good idea to bring a dead Basilisk into the Great Hall during the main meal of the day?"

She felt her blood run cold at that claim, there was no way the carcass could be a basilisk, those creatures were capable of killing a man with but a glance. There was absolutely no way a child could so much as hope to face one and live, let alone win.

"Because no one told me where you wanted it," the complete lack of respect in the boy's tone was clear to her as she found her ire towards him grow even greater, "so where do you want it?"

"If you could please put it outside then Hagrid can prepare it later," the headmaster didn't seem at all fazed by the boy's lack of respect but then again, Albus had always been overly friendly with pretty much everyone so that wasn't a surprise.

"Kay CSK," okay, that phrase completely lost her as the boy proceeded to lift the carcass over his head and start walking towards the main entrance… she would admit that she was surprised he already knew the feather-light charm but given his apparent natural talent at magic, she knew she shouldn't be.

But it did make her belief that he really was suited for Slytherin the most even more understandable.

The boy refused to be held back, he refused to show any respect for the rules and many other traits that were valued by Salazar Slytherin in his students. Honestly though, she wished he would stop being so antiauthoritarian all the time and actually listen to the people who knew what they were doing from experience.

"So… CSk?" Filius sounded quite amused as he turned to the headmaster who simply gave the little man an amused smile before answering.

"Mister Potter decided to see what was in the Third Floor Corridor on his first night here," her eyes widened at that claim from the headmaster, "apparently he considers my decision to bring a Cerberus into the school and basically dare the students into checking it out as proof that I am a Closet Serial Killer."

Silence reigned across the head table as they all processed that statement before Filius started to chuckle, causing Minerva's ire to rise.

"Filius! This is not funny!" she barked out, honestly, how could anyone be so disrespectful of the greatest wizard alive?

"Personally I find it quite amusing," she found herself glaring at Dumbledore upon his admission about the terrible nickname the young Potter had given him.

"Even if you find it amusing, it doesn't change the fact that it is extremely disrespectful," she stated with her eyes narrowed in an attempt to cow the older man.

"And yet there is no malice in his tone," she paused at the older man's statement, "do you understand Minerva? He isn't being disrespectful out of disrespect, but rather because that is simply the way he acts normally."

"But he should show respect to those that deserve it," she wasn't going to give up in her point about showing a lack of respect to certain individuals.

"And how many people has he known that deserve that respect?" once again she paused as she thought about that question, "remember that Harry has spent most of his life with the Dursley's and you yourself said that they were the worst kind of muggles."

She lowered her gaze at that, she had never considered the possibility that the boy hadn't had any good role models to look up to while he was growing up… but then again…

"And what of Miss Jones's family? I doubt he never met them given how close they seem to be," she pointed that out and she saw the older man smile in response.

"How many parents demand respect from their child's best friend?" she grimaced at that deflection by the aged wizard as she remembered Molly Weasley and her reaction to anyone that was friends with her children... or more specifically how she always tried to make them a part of the family regardless of how uncomfortable it made them.

"In the end, Harry simply hasn't had a reason to show anyone respect," the headmaster started before a small voice cut in.

"Actually, he knows how to show respect," she found her eyes drawn towards the fai-… Jirae that had come with Harry as it sat on the staff table and tried a strawberry from the dessert menu, "you're just not worth it."

That blunt statement from the… what was it called again? Oh, yes, that was it, Hua Po, made her anger rise a bit at the clear disrespect of the headmaster.

However she found herself hesitating to argue with the creature as memories of fire and power scorched her mind. This tiny creature, no matter how insignificant it looked was far more powerful than she was and trying to argue with it would simply be dangerous.

"May I ask what is needed to earn mister Potter's respect?" she found herself listening as Albus made that question, wondering what the answer was.

"It's simple, you need to be strong enough to beat him and not on his shit list," the answer was more than enough to make her eyes narrow.

"And how many people are on that list?" she found herself wondering just what the headmaster planned with that knowledge.

"So far, there is Vernon, Petunia, Dudley, The Hitoshura, The Hitoshura's pixie and the mangy mog there," the little girl with red skin stated as she pointed towards the head of Gryffindor at the last person on the list.

McGonagall would definitely admit that she wasn't happy with that claim.

Especially given how Severus wasn't on that list despite pushing the boy far enough to hospitalize him… and that was yet another reason the boy should be expelled from the school, assaulting people simply wasn't acceptable and yet Dumbledore and Flitwick both acted like it was normal for an eleven year old to beat a teacher to within an inch of his life.

Honestly, there was a difference between being soft and being outright stupid.

The question was, were they really the ones being stupid or was she?

Harry had already shown that he had the loyalty of a creature far more powerful than it looked, and on top of that he had already displayed his own personal power by crushing Severus when he pushed the boy… so was it really a good idea to leave the boy unsupervised?

Oh dammit, her head hurt.

"I see," the oldest human in the Great Hall stated with a knowing nod, "I must admit that I wasn't expecting him to hate Professor McGonagall more than Professor Snape."

"He, Snape isn't that bad, he just tried to challenge Harry and… well, Harry likes to face his challenges head on," the little girl said with a grin as a groan came from another end of the table, clearly Severus had just overheard what was being said by the tiny creature.

"Then how about this question… what is this 'Hitoshura' you mentioned?" now that was another interesting question and Minerva found her expression losing its previous annoyance upon seeing the tiny creature hug its legs and look away.

"Invincible," that was the only word that escaped the Jirae's mouth and Minerva found her throat going dry. Jiao had simply given a single small display of power and she now knew the little beast was even more powerful than Albus himself… for it to call whatever this Hitoshura was 'invincible' was not a good sign.

"What makes you say that?" Filius asked with a small frown, earning a dark chuckle from the red skinned being.

"You know what, forget it," McGonagall found herself blinking at that decision as the girl with butterfly wings proceeded to move on to some apple pie.

"What do you mean forget it?" Severus proceeded to enter the conversation and seemed more than curious about the sudden dismissal by the tiny being.

"I can't be bothered to explain it anymore," it was such a simple reason and Minerva found herself growing angry at the fact that there was apparently something dangerous that they weren't being told about out of laziness.

"And what if whatever this thing is shows us here?" she found herself asking, hoping the creature would have some answer.

"Then you'd better hope he doesn't bother with you," that… was not something she thought was a particularly good answer to a serious question like the one she had.

"But what if it does bother with us?" McGonagall asked, earning a simple stare off the tiny creature.

"Then you had better hope it doesn't feel like killing you," and with that statement it returned to the apple pie it was trying.

"Isn't there some way to protect ourselves from it?" Albus sounded curious as opposed to worried.

"In… Vin… Ci… Ble," the tiny being said slowly and emphasizing every syllable, "this is the demon designed to kill god we're talking about here."

Her mind took a couple of seconds to process that statement and when it did, she found her eyes widening in disbelief.

This 'Hitoshura' was designed to kill God?

There was no way that was possible!

"That… sounds bad," Filius was taking this rather well all things considered, though the question was whether or not the half goblin actually believed the little creature, "but why does mister Potter care about this creature?"

"It took an interest in him a few years ago… it was its decision to transport him to another world filled with demons that caused me to meet Harry in the first place," that little red skinned creature stated with a shrug.

"If that is the case then exactly how did mister Potter survive facing these demons?" she asked it with a frown.

"He punched them," well that was a strange answer.

"How would punching them help?" Minerva may not have known much about demons but the general consensus was that they were to be avoided at all costs.

"He's really good at punching things," that… didn't really help at all.

She didn't get a chance to say anything else as Potter walked into the hall properly this time.

"That's the basilisk dropped off for Hagrid," the boy said with an easy grin before proceeding to move to a seat at the Gryffindor table next to that Jones girl.

Honestly, she wasn't sure she was happy with the boy corrupting one of her lions… the problem was that she already knew she couldn't control the boy.

In the end, all she could do was pray.

XXX XXX XXX

Okay… how the hell did Potter kill Sasha?

Wait, before that. How The Hell had he even found her?!

It had taken him over six years to find the Chamber Of Secrets when he was at school and that was after so much investigation... even going so far as to enter places that no self-respecting gentleman would in order to find the Chamber's location.

And this boy had already gone and killed Sasha within the first fortnight of starting Hogwarts?

That was just not fair!

His initial shock had nearly given him away to several of the teachers at the head table, the mere fact that Potter had managed to do this before he'd even really started his education was both reassuring and nerve-wracking at the same time.

Reassuring in that he at least knew his 'equal' wasn't some stupid little kid with more balls than common sense, and nerve-wracking because it meant he would have to take the boy seriously if he was already slaying basilisks at the ripe old age of eleven.

At least he now knew he'd picked the right baby when he had accidentally blown himself up.

He still wasn't entirely sure how that had actually happened.

But that was just the start.

The thought that the boy had fought demons and won… by punching them was making him re-evaluate his options for the year.

He was originally planning on having his host wait for a while and analyse the defences around the Philosophers stone, perhaps try to off the kid at some point in a manner that made it look like an accident… if he was anything like his father then he would probably love flying, and that would be the perfect place to jinx his broom and have him fall to his death.

Unfortunately, a Bombarda was far more powerful than a bit of a fall when trying to kill someone through blunt force trauma and the kid had survived that quite easily so a bit of a fall during flying lessons wouldn't do that much to the boy.

Seriously, what was the kid anyway?

If he wasn't having to keep his existence a secret from pretty much everyone in the school then he would try Legilimency on the boy to see what he was capable of… unfortunately that would give him away and Quirrell wasn't powerful enough to stand against the other teachers now that his magic was being used to help sustain him.

Of course, that didn't really matter if Potter was really good at punching.

After all, most wizards (himself included) usually kept themselves at a distance and in a ranged battle, with people like Aurors trying to disarm criminals of their wands since doing so usually rendered them easy pickings.

And creatures like Vampires were just kept at a distance at all times.

From what he could tell, Potter seemed like he would be a serious threat at either range.

Oh well… he would have to figure out how to get past the defences on the Philosophers stone anyway (which first required figuring out exactly what the defences were)… and depending on how long it took, he may very well have to figure out a way of sustaining the corpse he was currently inhabiting.

Well… technically Quirrell wasn't a corpse yet but he would be by the time he was done with him.

It was all just a matter of time.

XXX XXX XXX

Daphne Greengrass was feeling nervous.

Potter had just dumped a Basilisk corpse in the school grounds, proving that he indeed wasn't lying about the presence of a basilisk in the Chamber Of Secrets.

Which in turn proved that he wasn't lying about the existence of the chamber either.

That was something she wanted to see as a member of the house of snakes and so far Potter didn't seem too secretive (which was very unusual for a Slytherin)… that in itself made a certain thought pop into her head as she made her decision.

"Potter," she called out to him as the student body left the Great Hall after dinner.

"Yo," his response was short and easy as he turned to face her with an easy grin, "what do you want?"

His question was blunt and despite the wording his tone was non-threatening so she decided to ask what she came to ask.

"Would you be willing to take me to see the Chamber Of Secrets?" it was a simple question and one she found herself not getting the chance to grow nervous as the boy answered quickly and easily.

"Sure, I was just going to take Rachael down to see it anyway," his answer was quick and far easier than it should've been.

Thankfully she was half expecting him to respond that way so she wasn't caught flatfooted and managed to move beside the two childhood friends as they made their way out of the hall.

"Daphne, what are you doing?!" she found herself freezing slightly upon hearing the voice of her half-blood childhood friend, Tracey Davis, practically hiss out in concern.

"I am going to go and see the Chamber Of Secrets," she admitted as Potter stopped and looked at the other girl that had just decided to intervene.

"Daphne, that's just a legend," Tracey stated without hesitation before Daphne found herself raising an eyebrow.

"Then where did the dead Basilisk come from?" it was a simple question and one more than capable of shutting her friend up as she started to open and close her mouth like a fish.

"So… do you want to come too?" Harry's voice called out as Tracey continued to stand around like an idiot.

"W-what?" the dark haired girl asked in shock, her fear of the boy making itself known over everything else.

"Harry… how many people have you broken since you started school?" the only person in Red in the group asked with a blank stare.

"Only about ten," the near instant admission made the blonde girl cringe… seriously, he was just far too open about the people he hurt.

".. I guess that's not as bad as it could be," that mutter from the Gryffindor made it clear to her that the girl wasn't even remotely surprised by his violent streak, "anyway, I want to go and see the Chamber of Secrets, so are you coming or not?"

It was obvious that Tracey wasn't sure what to do so she decided to put in some of her own input.

"He's already taken me to the third floor corridor to prove there really is a Cerberus there," she admitted, causing the other Slytherin girl's eyes to widen in shock, "he is being trustworthy so far."

"Well, I'm going, feel free to come if you want but you don't have to," Harry said before walking out of the hall and Daphne found herself moving after him as Tracey moved to her side.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she gave a small smile to her friend upon hearing that question.

"Yes, Harry doesn't seem as bad as he makes himself out to be," she admitted as casually as she could.

And she honestly meant it.

Back on that first night she thought he abused his relatives but from the way he was currently acting, she had a hard time imagining him starting those fights.

He was simply too relaxed and easy going to go out of his way to harm others.

"… I guess I'll stay and make sure you're safe," she had to raise an eyebrow at that claim, surely Tracey didn't think she'd be any help against Potter if he turned on them?

Still, she kept her mouth shut as they proceeded up the stairs to the second floor corridor.

"Uh… Potter… that's the girls toilet," she stated bluntly as he opened the door to the toilet.

"Harry?" an unfamiliar voice called out from the toilet and she found her eyes widening at being caught so early.

"Hello Myrtle," the easy way the boy answered and continued to enter made her jaw drop as she rushed in to make sure whoever he was invading the privacy of wasn't going to have to deal with his behaviour alone.

However upon seeing the owner of the voice she froze.

It was a ghost.

There was a ghost haunting the second floor girls toilet.

Harry for his part, simply ignored the ghost as he moved over to a sink and then hissed at it.

The fact the sink moved into the ground and a large entrance appeared before them before turning into a set of stairs surprised her.

The fact he could apparently speak Parseltongue… not so much.

"H-he can speak Parseltongue?!" Tracey sounded shocked by the 'revelation' and Daphne found herself answering simply.

"At least this time he's speaking a proper language… last time we went on a trip together he actually spoke Lupustongue," she stated bluntly.

"What?" the deadpan the other girl gave her said everything, "are you sure he wasn't just pretending to speak it?"

"The Cerberus talked back," the way the dark haired girls eyes widened at that claim let her know that she was not expecting that answer, "now come on before the entrance closes."

And with that she found herself making her way down the surprisingly bright tunnel.

Eventually they made it to another door, one decorated with a pair of large snakes with emerald eyes that Harry quickly hissed at causing them to open.

"Welcome back master," she found herself freezing upon hearing what was probably the single most sensual voice she had ever heard, "oh? Did you bring guests?"

She turned to face the owner of the voice and suddenly felt terror rushing through her veins.

It was a woman with a strong tan, long black hair, pointed ears, large bat like wings and a whip like tail with a small triangular tip.

There was only one thought popping through her head upon seeing such a creature and it managed to escape her lips.

"S-succubus," she whispered as she took a step back.

She remembered the stories she had heard about demons and the powers they possessed, how they were so far beyond wizards that simply being near one was considered suicidal.

"No, I'm a Lilim," the creature responded with a frown as it started to examine her and Tracey, "master… you wouldn't happen to be planning to have sex with these two before me would you?"

Wait… master?

…

HAVE SEX WITH THEM?!

"No, they're just here to see the room," the easy way Potter answered the creatures question made her look at him as he took a seat on a sofa near a massive statue of Salazar Slytherin… with the head of a Basilisk that was missing its eyes erupting from his groin.

That was just wrong on so many levels she didn't even want to think about them.

"Good, I want your virginity," the creature stated bluntly and Daphne found herself blushing up a storm at just how bluntly the creature was talking about such things.

"And you'll get it after I hit puberty," the boy stated bluntly causing her eyes to widen in shock at just how easily he was responding to the statement.

"This happens every day," she found her eyes drawn to the Gryffindor girl that was looking on with amusement clear in her eyes, "Moana always tries to get Harry to have sex with her, he tells her to wait until he hits puberty and then when Moana starts to argue…"

The succubus started to argue about waiting just like the girl predicted.

"Elisheva steps in and hits her," she was about to ask what she was talking about before her eyes were filled with white feathers as an angel descended from above and struck the demon over the head with its palm.

Daphne however found her attention drawn to the leather straps that surrounded its form and just how little was hidden from the imagination.

Seriously… how much of a pervert was the boy to get an angel to dress like that?

"Hey Moana, Elisheva, been a while since I last saw you," the Jones girl said with a grin as she walked up to the demon and the angel.

"Hey Daph… am I the only one seeing a muggleborn walk up to a demon like it means nothing?" Tracey asked from her position beside her.

"No… I'm seeing it too," she admitted as she tried to process the situation that was occurring right now.

It appeared that the minor argument had been discarded as the muggleborn started to talk with the two non-human creatures that had appeared in the Chamber.

Eventually though, she found herself relaxing as it became clear that the creatures had no intention of harming any of them (well, outside of the angel reprimanding the succubus but that didn't count in her eyes).

"Are you two going to take a seat somewhere?" Potter called out and she found herself jerking slightly as she looked around the room.

It was massive, there was imply no other way of describing it, though the addition of furniture made it look at least comfortable instead of cold and dreary.

Though the question was, "why is there a kitchen there?"

"Moana's a pervert and wanted one for 'kinky time' later," her blush increased tenfold at that explanation.

"But of course, that's the same reason I got the bed as well," the succubus admitted with pride in her tone.

She was about to ask about if they had ever used the bed before remembering the opening conversation.

Apparently Potter was still a virgin so the bed shouldn't have been used… but then it could have been a lie… but her legs were growing tired…

… She'd risk it.

So she moved over to the bed before sitting on the edge and marvelling at how comfortable it was on her derriere.

"Come on over Tracey," she called out, causing her childhood friend to swallow nervously as she moved slowly towards the bed and sat next to her.

"So… you're Tracey huh?" the one they called Moana asked as she moved next to the bed and looked her friend over before looking at her, "and who are you?"

"D-Daphne Greengrass," she stuttered out before she knew what she was doing.

"… hehe, I'm sure you'll make excellent toys for my master when he's older," the creature said and Daphne was about to run when Harry's voice cut through the room.

"Moana, while I appreciate the flavour, stop teasing them," his voice held a sense of exasperation, "they're my guests right now and should at least feel comfortable instead of outright terrified."

She felt herself relax slightly at that claim, though she was still worried about what the creature had said.

"Besides," his voice cut in once more, "why would I need to make them my toys when I already have you?"

"Does that mean you've changed your mind?!" the dark haired demoness asked with clear enthusiasm.

"No, you still have to wait," he informed her with a grin as the winged woman went limp in defeat.

She nearly felt her blood freeze at that interaction…her parents wouldn't be at all happy if she failed to gain his allegiance and seducing him would be one of the few ways to guarantee he was wrapped around her finger.

And the Potter family did have quite a significant political and financial pull in the wizarding world, which combined with his status as 'the-boy-who-lived' would make him one of the strongest players when he reached his majority.

The fact that he apparently had a demon and an angel under his employ only made his power even greater as far as she was concerned since it meant he had enforcers that were supposed to be far beyond the power of wizards.

Sending a Succubus to deal with someone was pretty much the same as sending a Nundu in how much terror it would create in the victim.

Or if the victim was from a 'dark' family, sending an angel would cause similar feelings of terror.

The fact that Potter had both under his control was only more proof that he was nothing like the other students at school.

"What are you?" she once again asked, hoping he would give her a genuine answer this time.

The fact that Tracey seemed to panic was proof that her question was probably not one anyone else would be prepared to ask out of fear of the boy.

"I've already told you, I'm a demon," and once again he gave her that answer.

And she noted the way Tracey's breath hitched at that.

"Are you serious?" she asked firmly, wondering if he really was being truthful.

"Yes, I am a Hitoshura," he stated easily as he rested on his sofa, "a demon created from a human base for the sole purpose of killing god."

"If I remember correctly, you're the one that said the Goblins advised you to keep quiet about that," the Gryffindor said with a blank expression, causing her eyes to widen.

"So? I don't see the point of hiding it," he admitted with a shrug, "sure I won't advertise it anymore but I'm not going to hide it."

Her mind started to run cold at that claim.

He wasn't joking about being a demon… but if he was created for the sole purpose of killing God then…

"And do you plan on killing God?" she asked, wondering just how wrongly she had judged the messy haired boy.

"Nah, I just plan on killing the original Hitoshura," now that made her open her eyes.

"Why?" that didn't make sense to her but the boy wasn't exactly trying to hide anything yet.

"He turned me into a Hitoshura," it was a simple statement that caught her attention, "then he threw me into a world filled with demons just because he wanted to amuse himself watching me run about like a headless chicken in a place where my death wasn't just possible but likely."

She found herself swallowing nervously at that explanation.

"And in the end… I hate being forced to do anything," his eyes glowed with clear power as he made that claim.

It was that statement that made Daphne swear to never try and force or trick Potter into doing anything for her.

She just knew she wouldn't survive the retribution.

She was also not even remotely surprised by her friend's response of shivering at the implied threat as they proceeded to spend some more time observing the demonic boy and his minions.