AUTHOR'S NOTE: So after years of reading tons of AU stories for our favorite British wizard hero and now I'm writing one. Please be gentle with me. I'm certain I know what I want to happen, but requests and ideas are always welcome and appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any part in the making of the Harry Potter universe or franchise. All of it is property of J. K. Rowling, that gorgeous genius.

Also, if you have any ideas for the pairing, then by all means you're welcome to tell me through a review! Please, god, give me reviews...I NEEDS THEM! Pretty please with a cherry on top of me?

#4, Privet Drive, Surrey

Harry was furious as could be. Not at the fact at having to spend another miserable summer with his captors that he was forced to called his "relatives." Not at the fact he had been basically lied to from day one about what he was involved with regarding Voldemort. No, he was angry because a lot of truths had been essentially hidden from him regarding Dumbledore, most of the Weasley's and Hermione. Now, a normal person would probably be asking what had made Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, to be so angry over his "supposed" best friends.

Well, the answer was quite simple, really. It all started with a simple letter with elegant script addressed to him in almost emerald green ink with the Gringott's seal on the envelope. Rather than ignoring it, Harry immediately had opened the letter and began reading it immediately, a look of dawning horror crossing his features the more he read.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We at the London Branch of Gringott's Bank have noticed a certain series of transactions that have raised eyebrows, as well as the fact you have yet to claim your inheritance and answer our letters regarding your accounts. Detailed below is a brief summary of the transactions that have taken place within the past thirteen years:

Withdrawal, total sum of 38,000 Galleons, 4,566 Sickles and 534 Knuts to one Albus Dumbledore (accumulated total over thirteen years.)

Withdrawal, various magical tomes and artifacts to one Albus Dumbledore.

Withdrawal, cloak of invisibility to one Albus Dumbledore.

Withdrawal, sum of 2,500 Galleons converted to Muggle currency to one Albus Dumbledore (occurring annually for the past thirteen years.)

Withdrawal, sum of 500 Galleons to one Ronald Weasley (occurring annually for the past three years.)

Withdrawal, sum of 500 Galleons to one Molly Weasley (occurring annually for the past three years.)

Withdrawal, sum of 500 Galleons to one Hermione Granger (occurring annually for the past three years.)

Withdrawal, one engagement ring and sum of 3,000 Galleons to one Ginerva Weasley (occurring annually for the past three years.)

If you wish to contest these transactions and claim your inheritance, please meet us on Wednesday the 15th of July at 10:00 o'clock in the morning, sharp. You will be greeted by a teller the moment you arrive.

Gristlebane,

Head of Accounting and Finances, Gringott's Bank

After having had read the letter over and over again, Harry had no choice but to accept this as truth; despite having limited knowledge of the actual wizarding world at large, his experience with the goblins had been nothing but brutally honest at best. Glancing at the clock and calendar beside him, he saw that Wednesday was no more than two days away, which meant he either had to sneak out of the house or ask for a ride to London. Deciding on chancing running away, Harry began packing away necessary clothing and toiletries into a knapsack before also grabbing his most wanted belongings from his trunk. Dragging it with him would be a hassle, so Harry decided to pack extremely light.

Walking to Hedwig's cage, his snowy owl proceeded to eye him curiously as the black haired teen said "Listen, girl...I need you fly over to the Leaky Cauldron for me and wait there. I'm gonna meet you there as soon as I can." His owl hooted softly, nipping his fingers affectionately as Harry opened her cage to let her out the window. Gathering everything including his cloak, the photo album, and a few other odds and ends, he proceeded to exit his room carefully. The Dursley's had stopped locking the door thankfully, but he still had to be careful when walking down the hall. Having memorized all of the squeaky spots in the carpeting.

Soon enough, he'd reached the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the hallway leading to the kitchen, walking quickly yet quietly until he'd reached the door and unlocked it. After making sure there were no signs that either his uncle or aunt had heard him, Harry left the house and soon enough was walking far enough away and raised his wand, signalling for the Knight Bus. The garishly purple bus soon pulled up with a loud bang, to which Harry was extremely glad that Muggles couldn't hear or see the bus; the doors opened with Stan Shunpike giving his recited speech of welcome and Harry gave his destination with a hurried tone. Climbing on and paying the wizard, Harry managed to grab a seat and brace himself for the trip.

Watching as everything whizzed past at breakneck speed and after just a few minutes, they'd arrived outside the Leaky Cauldron. As soon as he'd entered, the teen saw Tom standing behind the bar and he walked over. "I need a room for a few days, and I can pay for the first day while I go to Gringott's tomorrow." The older wizard nodded and grabbed a key, saying "No problem, young man. We have rooms still open so just let me know when you want to leave and there'll be no worry about it." Harry nodded in gratitude, fishing out the rest of his coins before taking the key from Tom and heading upstairs. Finding the room, Harry laid on his bed with the window open for Hedwig to fly in easier. Sighing, he wanted to just wake up and find out this was all a nightmare...but Fate seemed to enjoy making this hilarious for him.

'Well, no sense in just staying up for too long...I have to sleep to meet the goblins tomorrow. Merlin only knows what I'll find out...' Laying his head onto the pillows, Harry barely managed to get a moment of sleep save for the moments when his dreams were nothing more than just nonsensical images and sounds. Waking to the sound of Hedwig hooting softly next to his head as she groomed him affectionately; sighing with a sad smile, he sat up and said "Hey, girl."

Getting out of bed, Harry proceeded to gather about some clothing that didn't appear to be five sizes too large on his skinny frame. Glancing in the mirror, he saw that his hair was a lot longer and now could probably become a lot more manageable with a few decent grooming charms. Thinking on it, Harry also decided to get his vision corrected too while in town, if it could be done at all. Nodding at the mirror, he pulled on his trainers before heading down the stairs to grab a spot of breakfast, hopefully having the appetite for something other than crusts of bread and some water. As soon as he'd sat down and glanced at the menu, Harry decided to order some fresh fruit, a bowl of oatmeal and some coffee in order to settle his stomach.

When the lady came by and delivered his food, Harry dug in with gusto and was so glad he hadn't ordered any of the traditionally heavy meats and breads that were so popular in English cuisine. Having finished his meal, Harry saw that he had two hours and decided to head over to one of the salons to have his appearance improved. Walking along Diagon Alley, in the early morning, it made Harry appreciate being such an early riser as very few people were up and about; this meant he had a modicum of peace to himself. Entering a shop that featured a bright sign titled 'The Cutting Edge', he entered and was greeted by a rather lovely woman in a white corseted top and black tight trousers tucked into combat boots, her long black hair loose around her as she turned to face him.

"Well, hello there! My name is Eliza, and welcome to the Cutting Edge! Now, are you here for a trim, a lengthen, or something else all together?" Harry blinked at her friendly attitude, merely stammering out a reply. "Um, well, I guess I don't really know...I've never gone to get my hair done professionally before. I'm not really sure what to do at all with it." Eliza smiled brightly before saying "Perfect! I know just the thing! We'll do a hair lengthening potion that will allow me to have more to work with and we can go from there."

Grabbing bottles of a rather pale mint green solution, she pushed Harry into a chair and proceeded to rub the potion in and watched as his hair lengthened down to his waist in thick, luxurious waves that would make even the most self-assured woman jealous. Taking scissors, Eliza asked "Now, do you want me to start at the shoulders or higher?" Harry was lost for a moment before saying "Could you...could you pick for me? I'm not really sure what to go for." Giving an understanding nod, she began cutting his raven hair just where his shoulder blades ended, snipping edges and wayward locks while making small talk with him. After a while, Harry couldn't take it anymore and decided to ask her why she didn't act like the rest of the wizarding world did around him: some treated him like the second coming of the Messiah while others molly-coddled him as if he were broken glass.

"Sweetie, I know damn well who you are and I really don't care. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can appreciate who you are, but it's more like I just can't be bothered with reacting like a frenzied herd of sheep. You're the Boy Who Lived, yes, but that's just a title. That's not who you are. And in all honesty, I don't fully buy the story; certain facts don't add up." Eliza said all of this, busily fixing the remaining part of his hair and pulled back with a triumphant smirk. "Tell me what you think!"

Harry looked in the mirror and had to blink a few times before realizing it was himself in the mirror. Now that his hair was longer, about mid shoulder length and curling gently, he noticed that there were more streaks of red in the black tresses than he'd previously believed. His hair framed his face gently, almost like a soft blanket, while hiding his scar perfectly without worry of his bangs getting blown constantly by a strong breeze. "Wow...without my glasses, I'd look like a different person entirely! I could even walk around and be treated like I'm no one important for once..." Harry had whispered this, but Eliza still heard it and immediately knew what to do.

Grabbing a smaller potion bottle, about the size of a softball, she took an eyedropper and said "Now, I need you to lean back and take off your glasses, this potion will take about twenty-four hours to work entirely and it'll correct any damage you have, plus it'll have the most pleasant of effect of enhancing your eye color." While Harry did as he was instructed, she dropped three drops each into his eyes and watched as the young teen was expecting pain but instead felt a cooling sensation surround his eyes. "That's amazing! What is that potion?" Eliza patted his arm, saying "Diluted essence of murtlap with dittany, sanguine lily sap and falcon tears...all in all, a rather nifty potion I'd say."

As Harry stood up, he proceeded to root through his pockets when she waved him off saying "No charge...this was something you needed badly for yourself and I wanted to give it to you. Not because you're the Boy Who Lived, but rather a young man in need of affirmation that you are indeed beautiful." Winking, she took out a card and said "Now, I know a clothing boutique run by a friend of mine who would love you entirely...her name is Alyssa and she'll fix you up." Accepting the card with nod, Harry started walking out of the shop, noticing that while he'd been in the salon the rest of Diagon Alley was waking up and becoming livelier. Deciding to head to where the shop on the card, a place called Accouterments and Apparel, Harry headed down the streets and found it. On the outside, it was merely a simply shop featuring clothes that made him blush at the extravagance and finery of them.

Walking in, Harry noticed the atmosphere was rather welcoming and homey, instead of the frantic and usual hectic pace that was Madam Malkin's. Suddenly, a loud crashing sound could be heard as a black cat streaked by, being chased by a young woman who could only be described as punk looking said "Ya little bitch! Ya took the last bit of juice, ya bleedin' pain in the arse!" The cat surprised Harry by stopping and saying in a posh feminine accent "Well, it's your fault for being so tight-pursed with my money for food!"

For a few minutes this continued with the two of them running around and yelling insults and curses before Harry started to back away slowly. 'Slowly, Potter...this is not the time start dying by crazy punk bints or her magically talking, somehow rich old bag sounding cat...' However, his movements at escape had caught the attention of the two, possibly psychotic, females. "A CUSTOMER!" was sang in perfect unison, to which the cat was instantly in a whoosh of air and magical energy, seemingly melting upward into a rather buxom yet also rather curvaceous woman in an elegant blue cocktail dress and ebony heels. Her arms were wearing a pair of elbow length, skin tight and kidskin gloves, her left hand holding a long, 1920's black length, diamond studded cigarette holder already lit. Raven black hair tumbled down her back, luxurious and wild while her somewhat fey-like face alight with almost radiant youth, vitality and beauty.

"My name, dear boy, is Alyssa Bloodraven, owner and proprietress of this shop...beside myself is-" The dark haired woman was interrupted by the rather punk looking girl, clearly dressed down perfectly with blonde hair with a multitude of red streaks, heavy dark eye shadow and chewing bubblegum rather obnoxiously. Her black jeans torn in a variety of places with fabric patches over others, lips nude of lipstick but a snakebite in her left mouth corner was a gleaming black stud. "Johanna, her sister. Now kid, ya walked in just perfectly. We're gonna need to give ya a full makeover." Johanna's accent was very much Cockney and almost obnoxious, yet somehow seemed endearing to her as a character mark. Alyssa rolled her eyes, saying in a rather heavily upon herself tone "Really, Johanna, why do you have to be so rude? Darling, you look just fine but...well those pants...and the shirt. Oh, dear Lilith, the shoes! Johanna! The shoes!"

Throwing herself onto Johanna, Alyssa wailed dramatically, crying about the poor boy-aka, Harry himself, standing right there and feeling rather annoyed and insulted. "Well it's not my fault! I've never gotten a chance to really spend upon myself...I just can't afford to really go crazy. I need to speak with Gristlebane, the goblin over at-"

"Gringotts, the bank. Ya, I know him. I can call him up now and we can serve some breakfast up." Johanna walked away, causing Alyssa to promptly fall onto the floor, her rather hefty bosom cushioning her fall thankfully, but she still acted as if she were offended by her sister's actions. "How dare you?! I am your sister, damn you, and I will not be treated so rudely in front of guests!" Standing rather quickly yet still maintaining an air of grace. "Now, darling, do sit. I really cannot stand for such behavior in front of company. My sister-the total swine that she is!" This last part was yelled rather loudly at Johanna who was quickly writing a letter, and responded to with "Up yours, ya foppin' bird!"

Rolling her eyes, Alyssa continued speaking. "My sister is made of a lesser quality cloth than yourself and yours truly...and thus suffers from complete and total-" her sentence was cut off with a rather hefty muffin hitting her face. "LUNATIC!" Jumping up, she proceeded to panic about and grabbing napkins. "Oh, pipe down and shove off! Look, kid, Gristlebane will come here in a few minutes. I explained a client of his was here and will join us for breakfast and speak with you. I didn't say who you were but that's only 'cause I don't know your name at all." Before he could lie, Harry blinked in shock and said automatically "Oh, sorry. I'm Harry Potter. Wait, why did I say that?" Alyssa answered around wiping off the muffin remains "Anti-Falsehood Wards...no lies can ever be uttered here. It's why Johanna here and I cannot stop fighting. We can't lie."

Harry was about to leap to his feet when Johanna said "Oi, pipsqueak! Sit!" Harry sat back down, letting out a-deep, manly noise of surprise, he would argue if asked about it-sound similar to an "eep!" as he sat directly back into his seat. Harry could already tell that he couldn't argue out of being Johanna's bitch right at that moment. "We don't care. You may be some big deal to wizards, but we're not wizards." Alyssa threw her filthy napkin at the girl and hissed out "Don't tell him! We can't reveal that to anyone and you know it!" Harry looked between the two and said carefully, testing a hypothesis that had been forming for the past few moments, "What do you mean? If you're not wizards, what are you?"

Alyssa seemed to struggle with the answer, looking as if she was physically wrestling with the words. It was Johanna who finally spoke, with a dramatic sigh and roll of her eyes "We're demons, kiddo. It basically means that we're not human, and that we could very, very easily tear you apart and enjoy eating you..." Harry started to freeze and start sweating when Johanna cackled and said "I'm kidding! We don't eat humans...our species thrives on concentrated magical energy, both in it's physical form and it's ethereal." Blinking in shock and some obvious look of not understanding, Harry opened his mouth when Alyssa responded with "She means, darling, that we feed on crystals that are made of concentrated magical energy, or we can take it from other magical creatures or beings. It's why many wizards fear creatures such as ourselves or Dementors."

With a look of understanding, Harry said "And because Dementors can suck a wizard's soul away, demons can similarly take out magical energy, and if taken to far, sucking the wizard or witch dry. Stripping them of their magic is almost as if you took their soul, or the part of them that is the essence of who they are." Alyssa looked at Johanna and merely gave a subtle look of awe at his intelligence, to which Johanna snorted and almost seemed to be unimpressed. She pegged him for smart, seeing as his hair was changed and his glasses from the images that every magical being in the Nine Realms had seen...but now he looked different enough to fool only those who wouldn't be able to spot such things easily.

"Ya, kid, ya get a biscuit for figuring that out. Now, tell us, what brought you to these parts so early in the year? Don't you Hogwarts kids get your letters and whatnot around early to mid August?" Harry fidgeted for a moment before saying truthfully and willingly "I got a letter from the goblins telling me something about my accounts and someone withdrawing a lot money without my knowing. I was also informed of some title or other and my parents' will...I was curious about it all and decided to come see to it." Both the women stilled and looked at one another, Alyssa saying in a rather cold and glacial tone, the air dropping a few degrees both literally and figuratively "Darling, are you saying that you are a Lord and that someone has been taking money from you while you're still a minor?" Johanna appeared nonplussed on the outside, she was furious and quite ready to draw blood; to steal from a minor was tantamount to sin as bad enough as it was, but a Lord, or even a Lord Heir? Oh, you got special attention from the humans' Devil...one could even almost smell the sulfur at the point.

Harry was about to try and calm them down, as he could genuinely see that these two were rather upset, when the door opened and in walked a rather posh looking goblin (AN: I just imagine someone looking like Griphook from the movies, but his outfit would be all "ooooh, gurl I can see my new sugar daddy!" kinda blinged out from all the jewels on his clothes. Oh, and a cane! He HAS to have a cane!) holding an attache case, rather fashionable cane in his hand. "Well, it appears that Her Ladyships haven't changed in the past few decades...and Mr. Potter? My, this is interesting as can be, now isn't it?" Gristlebane's voice seemed smooth and almost oily for a goblin, yet it was also seemingly coated with honey and cream, the way it flowed with ease around his words.

The sisters calmed immediately and the air returned to normal, however Alyssa seemed to remain rather close to anger. Harry stood and bowed to the goblin, saying "Hello, Gristlebane. May your gold flow and may your enemies quake at your name." Both the demons and Gristlebane were surprised by both the bow and the customary greeting and farewell of someone that the Goblins either respected or admired. "Mr. Potter, where did you learn the greetings of my people?" Harry looked up from his bow and frowned, saying "Doesn't every wizard? I mean, I read up on all the magical creatures and beings in recorded history over the past few years, because I figured it was important to do."

Gristlebane looked at Harry in open shock and said with an almost untraceable waver to his voice "Mr. Potter, not only have you recognized and treated a Goblin as an equal, if not a better, but you've also done something most Wizards haven't done in over seventeen hundred years: you've tried to understand and respect other beings of magic without believing yourself superior in any way. The last ones to do so without needing encouragement or prompting were Emrys Merlin and Morgan le Fey..." Alyssa sat down elegantly as the Goblin proceeded to find his seat. "Now, before we begin, I'll need a simple bit of blood to prove that you honestly are Harry Potter...it's not that I don't trust the Anti-Falsehood Wards, but it's merely banking policy."

Harry, still slightly in shock, nodded his head and pulled out a sewing pin from his jeans, pricking his finger and dropping the blood onto a sheet of vellum, which proceeded to then form names. Frowning as he read the names, saying aloud "My, my...this is interesting. Just when things were complicated enough and now this. Rather amusing in a demented sort of way." Alyssa and Johanna walked over, both wanting to read but pretending as if they had any interest for it other than simply being both concerned and nosy. As they read the names, Johanna merely said "Huh." Alyssa, meanwhile, chose the more dramatic route and said "Oh, dear sweet Ferragamo!"

Finally having enough, Harry said half exasperatedly and half jokingly "Well, what is it? Am I or am I not Harry Potter?" Gristlebane looked back over at Harry, having momentarily forgotten that the teen had been there, cleared his throat. Speaking oddly, as if in awe, the Goblin said "Mr. Potter...Harry, it appears that you are Harry Potter, but also August Virgil Allione-Rosen, the child of Alraune Rosen and Dante Allione, a pair of high ranking nobility among the demons. It appears that the case of a child kidnapping among them demonic nobility over one hundred and thirteen years ago has finally been solved."

Well, now...Harry Potter is actually August Virgil Allione-Rosen, the missing child of two demon nobles...and how do Johanna and Alyssa play into this part? I do wonder...especially since Harry is now a DEMON! What kind shall he be? Well, here's where the fun begins! I'm going to present a list of the types featured here, and then you can message me your idea if that will be a good fit for our dear Fate's Lil' Punching Bag. Also, whoever gives me the best reason WHY, gets a prize in the form of having a featured pairing in place, a (reasonably able to follow and use, keep in mind) plot twist or even a specific set for mating and courtship! You will get accolades and even free cookies...maybe.

UMBRAN: Demons who manipulate the shadows and darkness, most notable for being almost either sadistically cruel or charmingly diabolical. Of the demon people, Umbran demons are more feared due to rumors that they can steal other magical energy and and therefor your soul. They also are masters of illusions, transformations and almost always have a dangerous temper; remember, when Hell freezes over, it's not from just the cold...it's also fear. Often, they are the type to want to prolong the suffering of their enemies; a quick death just isn't as much fun to them.

NATUROS: Beautiful as nymphs and yet as dangerous as all the toxins on Earth. Many a Naturos has been acclaimed to have earned the title "Atropa Belladonna" among their ranks, they are almost all beautiful and also prone to extreme vanity. With power over the natural world of plants, fungi and all that blooms, Naturos are also talented at understand animals, be they mundane or magical. Nevertheless, their appearances often attract danger, thus they have a secret weapon, a neurotoxin that can be injected by the teeth or their sharp nails that extend when under stress or in danger.

SUCCUBI/INCUBI: Since time immemorial, there have been stories amongst humans, that there were those who could feed from men and women through sexual intercourse...that these beings could even take your life if they were in a feeding frenzy. They of course describe Succubi and Incubi, female and male respectively, demons who have intercourse with other beings and feed on the life force or chi of a person; an average feeding will leave a person dazed and tired, as if they'd run an entire ten mile run. However, some get in a frenzy and drain a person of their chi entirely, accidentally killing someone, and they often don't mean to...but there are exceptions. Both genders of these demons are extremely attractive, almost to the point of perfection, but they have tell-tale electric blue eyes.

AZULEAN: Azulean demons are what some could call "seers" due to their ability to see the various portals that interconnect the Nine Realms, and are in fact also able to manipulate dimensional space. Although invaluable in theory, Azulean demons refuse to use this power unless it is safe to do so for fear of ripping apart the fabric of reality and space itself. Rather petite with a multitude of blue skintones and a prehensile tail similar to a monkey's, Azulean demons are actually rather passive race unless they feel their honor has been insulted through acts of sacrilege or defiance to tradition.

Oh, and to anyone who will be wondering: Dante and Virgil are in fact unrelated to DMC in this particular instance, and I just couldn't find better names. Virgil is just Harry's new middle name now...oh, and Dante is married to Alraune. PLZ REVIEW!