I woke up in Dumbledore's office. "This is unacceptable!" I heard Gwendal shout, as I groggily came to. "He is not to be interrogated! I will not have it! We are leaving!" It was rare to hear Gwendal so angry. I sat up from my position and got up with shaky legs.

"Headmaster, you cannot be seriously letting them go!" This time it was a voice I didn't recognize at all. "Young Diggory was hit by the Killing Curse, Albus! And according to the boy's father, Mr. Shibuya is the one who revived him!"

Walking over, I pulled away a curtain that obviously had been hiding me and watched a portly man argue with Gwendal and Dumbledore. I looked over at Murata, who was scowling and had the light of his glasses covering his eyes. Harry was seated by Dumbledore's desk, with Conrad on the wall behind him, resting.

"W-what's going on?" I asked, knowing that my Demon Magic had been drained and was making me more tired then usual.

Gwendal sneered, "This man wants to ask you some questions."

I tilted my head to the side, "Then I will gladly answer them. Stand down, Gwendal." I was not in the mood to deal with their over-protective natures. I was tired, hungry and I wanted to see if Harry and Cedric were alright.

"But-" I cut him off.

"Cdyht tufh, cumtean!" I said, this time in our own language. Knowing I was serious, Gwendal backed down and let me step forward. Conjuring a chair, Dumbledore helped me into it, as my knees almost gave out.

My back straightened and I crossed my legs to keep them from shaking. "Now . . .who're you?" I asked politely to the portly man who conjured his own chair and sat across from me.

"I am the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge." I nodded, trying to show off a professional demeanor but the man's pompous tone was starting to tick me off.

"I am Yuri Shibuya, King of Shin Mazoku and all Demons of the Other Realm." I rarely used my power. The only reason I was using it now was to get this man to listen to me as an equal, not a child. "I hope that you can keep that information to yourself, as we were not going to reveal who we were until the school year ended."

Fudged spluttered, "Y-you cannot be serious! A-A child such as yourself-!"

"I suggest you chose your next bunch of words carefully," said Conrad from across the room, "My associate and I do not take kindly to those who insult our King."

The portly man paled, trying to correct himself, "Ah . . .yes . . .er . . .of course. Mr. Shibuya, I would like for you to recount the events that happened after you grabbed the Triwizard Cup."

I nodded and obliged, not leaving out a single detail. Harry was staring at me intensely, obviously not sure if he should be there or not. "S-so you're saying that you-know-who is . . .alive?" I closed my eyes and nodded, feeling the rush of tiredness I had been ignoring come over me. "I-if this is true then . . . ." Horror etched into the man's face.

I sighed and leaned back into my chair, grateful I was sitting down, "Look, you don't have to believe me. Cedric probably can't remember much, just let me warn you. If you chose to ignore this, I won't. I will have the Demon King of Earth make the proper preparations and I will prepare Harry as much as I can. As I have a suspicion Voldemort will be wanting revenge." The man flinched at the name, "If you do not ignore it, then I will do much the same, only I will also work with the Ministry of Magic to a certain extent. If you try to restrict or stop me in any way, I will retaliate. Is that clear?"

I watched him go. Nodding and whispering to himself every now and then, before I let out a breath. I sagged into my seat, the feeling a received was draining. I looked over at the curtain to watch it disappear with a wave of Dumbledore's wand. Out came a big black dog, that quickly transformed into Sirius.

"Well, that was revealing." I snorted at the understatement.

Looking up at the old man, I watched his blue eyes seriously thinking something over, "Your society . . .is much bigger then I first anticipated." He said, his eyes twinkling again.

I laughed and shook my head, "Worlds bigger, Albus. I dare say we've done just as well as hiding from you as you have from the Muggle world."

Harry got up and came to me, blushing a little in shock, amazement and bewilderment, "Um, is it true? Are you really a . . . ."

Bemused, I nodded, "I am a King. Though, I haven't been one for long. Just a couple of years."

There was a snort and a short laugh. I turned my head to see Conrad and Gwendal. My Godfather was the one who spoke up, "And yet, in those two years you are already written down as the most powerful and most influential King in our history."

"Even more so then our First Demon King." Gwendal added, nodding to himself with his arms crossed.

I frowned at their obvious teasing, "That was just luck."

Murata outright laughed, "Luck and little push." With this he made a pushing motion with his hand. I rolled my eyes and uncrossed my legs.

"I still haven't completely forgiven you for that."

"What? All you did was get a little wet!"

"I almost died!"

"Oh, stop being a Drama-King."

Harry watched us bicker back and forth with a light smile on his face. It was at that moment that Madame Pomfrey came in, wand in hand and started running a few spells over us and pushing potions into our hands. (It was a good thing that Sirius changed back into a canine or he would have been caught.) Harry and I complied to her demands, not wanting to make the witch more angry then need be. At the end of it all, we were free to go and my legs were no longer shaking.

Walking down the halls, away from the teachers in Dumbledore's office and with Snuffled in tow, we finally came up to Ron and Hermione. "Blimey, are you two all right?" Ron exclaimed, checking over both of us. I smiled and nodded, elbowing Harry to do the same. The red-head glanced down at the dog at our side, "Is that . . . ?" Harry grinned and nodded, allowing his two friends to interrogate him.

The train ride was . . .eventful. Of course, being an exchange student I didn't have to ride the train. But Dumbledore insisted, saying 'it is part of the experience'. I agreed right away, after receiving the money from the tournament (They had split the pot three ways, taking out a gallon. So I had three-hundred and thirty-three gallons), knowing that it would give me a chance to say goodbye.

I was sleeping in a compartment with Murata and the twins, when suddenly I heard shouting. Getting up immediately, I ran into the hall with the twins to see Malfoy and his gang. Growling, I looked over at Fred and George, who both had their wands out. I lifted a hand in front of them, motioning them to calm down.

Walking up to Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle as quietly as I could, I whispered, "What's going on here?" The ferret jumped a mile high, almost hitting the ceiling of the train. The other two flinched and turned to me with their wands pointed at me. I smiled, aware that these three had interrupted my sleep and caused me to become irritable. "I suggest you move along now. Don't want to upset anyone with your attitude."

Malfoy sneered at me, but motioned his cronies away and ran off. If there was one thing that Malfoy had, it was good survival instincts. I didn't know anyone who wanted to deal with a woken-up, grumpy Demon King.

Looking into the compartment, I found Harry, Ron and Hermione and waved at them, joining them. "Blimey mate," said one of the twins, Fred, I think. "I don't think I've ever seen the little ferret run so fast. What'd you do to him?" I leaned against the window, on the same seat with Hermione and Ron, while Harry was seated in-between the twins.

I shrugged, "Nothing, as far as I know. I think I've might've done something at the beginning of the year but . . .I don't really remember." I scratched the back of my head and felt my hair that was being held back in a lose ponytail. I knew it was going to be cut for summer baseball, but that was fine by me. At least I'd had it to cover my neck during the winter. "Anyway, what's going on with all of you? Any plans for the summer?"

This rapidly got into a conversation about Ludo Bagman and some sort of bet they were forced to abandon because he was such a cheat. Hermione revealed her discovery of the Rita-bug, when the twins were away for a new minutes to pull a prank. "Hey, I know that you caught her and all, but do you think I could have her?" Harry, Ron and Hermione in turn stared at me, "That article that she wrote . . .there's no way she was simply listening in on our conversation. She has to have some background information, I'm just wondering what it is."

Hermione hesitated, reaching into her bag to take out the beetle, "You won't . . .you know . . . ." I furrowed my brow in confusion before coming up with what she was trying to tell me. I sighed at her lack of faith in me, but I guess I couldn't fault her for it. Not after everything that just happened.

"No, I won't force it out of her." I looked up in thought and corrected myself, "Actually, I will, but not in the way you're thinking. I was going to use Truth Serum." I had forgotten the original name of the potion, but I knew it's nickname.

Sighing, the bushy-haired girl handed the jar to me. I nodded my thanks and placed it into my Pocket Office. Ron looked fidgety in my direction before blurting out a question, just as Fred and George opened the compartment door, "Is it true you're a King?!" I blinked at the suddenness, looking over at the twins who had just entered and Harry and Hermione who had exasperated and amused looks on their faces.

Sighing, I leaned back up against the window. "Sit down and lock the door, will you? If I'm going to explain this, I'd rather the whole bloody world doesn't know." The twins scrambled and locked the door, taking their seats on either side of Harry and leaning in with hopeful expressions. "Let's see . . .well, in your society, how are Kings usually chosen?" Of course, I didn't mean their modern society, but they knew that.

Hermione was the one to promptly answered, "The firstborn." Everyone's attention shifted to her, "The firstborn child is usually made King, but you're not the firstborn so it can't be that." I smiled at her intelligence, motioning her to go on. "Well . . .with the most obvious being put out of the picture, I would say there are two other ways. Either your brother died, which isn't the case, or he is deemed unworthy to be king, leaving you the heir."

I nodded, what she said was correct, but not complete, "There are several other ways. Such as, the firstborn wasn't born of pure nobility. The firstborn is female. Or the firstborn is mentally or physically incapable, but neither of those things are true in my case." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before releasing it, "In my case, I was being prepared, from birth, to be a King."

"Wait," Harry interrupted, "But your family . . .they didn't seem like the type to . . . ." I smiled, I could always count on Harry's perceptiveness.

"They aren't," I said simply, reaching into my pocket to take out my box of vanilla pocky. "My case is . . .strange. You see, I was chosen for the sole reason I was common." I took out a stick and popped it in my mouth, offering it to everyone else. Harry and Ron were the only ones who accepted. "There's another entirely different story attached to that, but let's just say that I had a way with the people because I knew what it was like to be one of them. Not to mention I hated living in luxury, it was uncomfortable to say the least. I enjoyed the simple life."

Ron looked thoughtful. A grin crept on my face as I watched him think it over. You wouldn't know it by his looks, but Ron knew strategy and politics. "But if you were born into the 'commoner's' world, so to speak, why would they chose you? Wouldn't they chose someone with more . . .royal blood?"

Nodding, I turned to everyone in the room, "I do have royal blood, it's just . . .diluted. Demons can be marked by a simple trait that no one here thinks about because it's so common. Of course, even though they have some Demon in them, they would never know it. Our tribe is so spread out that even we cannot keep track of everyone!" At the confused looks I was getting, I sighed and tried to explain myself, "Look, a few thousand years ago, a couple of my ancestors started spreading around the world. Because of them . . .well, I guess you could say it's like Adam and Eve. So many people reproduced that nearly everyone has a little bit of demon blood in them. You will rarely find a pureblooded human or a pureblooded demon."

Comprehension dawned on their faces as some murmurs were exchanged. Harry was the one who pipped up with a question, "What is this trait?"

This was one of those rare moments that I felt like laughing evilly, I held back though, trying to keep a straight face. "Black hair and eyes." I watched with amusement as everyone turned to Harry, who was tentatively reaching up to touch his black locks. I felt laughter bubbling in the bottom of my chest. "Of course, you're mostly human, Harry. But can you guys believe that before my ancestors appeared, there were no humans with black hair or eyes?"

Hermione and Ron kept their eyes wide while Fred and George seemed to be doubling over in laughter. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I joined in, calming down only when Harry punched me on the shoulder. "It's not funny . . . ." He said, I shook my head in amusement.

"Look, what I did say was true. But me saying that is like saying you're related to Hermione or Ron. Sure, if you go down the line enough, you'll come to Adam and Eve, but it's so diluted that it doesn't matter."

He looked at me with unsure, emerald eyes, "And the black hair?"

I sighed, "It is a trait. So there is a guarantee there is some Demon blood in you, but it's not like all Demon's have Black hair and Black eyes. In fact, where my ancestors come from having both was considered extremely rare."

Hermione furrowed her brow in thought, "Not in Japan, though."

I nodded, "We suspect my ancestors eventually settled there. As that's where the traits are the strongest. There are a few families that still have records of being Demons all the way back to my ancestors time. In wizarding terms, I would be considered a half-blood. As my mother is human and my father is pureblood demon. So . . . ."

Hermione and Ron seemed to perk up at the prospect of me being a half-blood. Harry smiled, but kept petting his hair thoughtfully. I looked over at Fred and George who both were still recovering from their fit of laughter. I looked over at the two redheads with identical faces as they complained to the golden trio what they were going to do with a joke shop. I hummed and thought about my money bag before coming up with an idea.

Reaching into my Pocket Office, I drew out the bag of three-hundred and thirty-three gallons. I placed it promptly onto George's lap, who spluttered and looked at it in awe. "Take it. I don't need it."

"Yuri-" They started to say at the same time before I cut them off.

"Look, I literally got a castle the size of Hogwarts and a vault that my ancestor left me. I've got too much money anyway, I don't need this." They stared at me. "Hey, I promised I would donate it to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, but it seems like I forgot. So, take it."

"We'll need a few laughs anyway," I looked over at Harry, who had placed his bag of gallons onto Fred's lap. The older boy squeaked, looking down at the pile of money in his hands. "I think that you guys can be successful."

I grinned at my emerald-eyed friend, "We know you will be successful." At that, they both blushed a deep crimson and put the bags of money away.

When the train stopped and we crossed the barrier, saying goodbye to everyone, I stopped Harry before he left. "I heard from the Weasley's that your family " I practically spat the word, "doesn't treat you the best." He blushed and looked down and was about to say something until I interrupted him, "You don't have to explain to me." I already had a feeling what it was probably like, based on his attitude. Greta's previous home-life was similar. "All I'm saying is that here's my address." I handed him an envelope. "Send me letters and tell me when you want to leave. Don't just ignore it."

Harry nodded, looking at the envelope before opening it. Wide-eyed in shock, Harry whipped his head at me before looking in the envelope in shock. "This is —"

"Yeah sorry," I said, scratching the back of my head, "You'll have to stay with your relatives for a few weeks, but after I wanted to invite you. Then again, I knew that you would never be able to go on your own, so I just went ahead and made sure you had a way to—"

I stopped my rambling half-way through as I was pulled into a tight hug. Unaccustomed to such things, I awkwardly hugged him back. "Thank you." Was all he said in a pained voice, grasping the plane ticket in his hand like a life line.

I smiled, gradually becoming more comfortable with the hug. "Sorry it couldn't be sooner. This was the closest flight I could book on such short notice."

We broke free, Harry laughing as tears formed on the edge of his eyes, "Y-you got me a passport too. H-how'd you manage that?" I reached into my pocket and handed him a handkerchief.

I smiled at the thought of Bob, who was able to take Harry's picture and turn it into a legit passport. I smiled wider at the thought of the nervous Colin Creevy who had given me the picture. "I have my ways . . .there's also some pounds in there just in case you bring some luggage or if you want a snack." I also pointed to the stranger money, "That yen. It's Japanese money. I know what day, time and place you arrive at, so I'll pick you up. That's just in case you get hungry and want a meal, also to get you accustom to our currency."

In truth, Shori had helped me with setting everything up and had told me several times to explain very carefully what everything was for. Harry looked up at me with a confused expression, "W-what about Ron and Hermione?"

I grinned even wider, "Well~" I shivered a bit at how much I sounded like Murata at that moment, "I knew that both of them would refuse so I send them both identical letters via owl with no return address. I also gave envelopes to every member of the Weasley family and Hermione's parents." As I said this, I waved with a big smile plastered on my face, at Hermione and Ron who were happily out of earshot.

Harry shook his head, "And what if I refused it?"

I gave Harry the same smile, "Consider it an early birthday present. That way you can't refuse, or else I'll be insulted and be forced to kidnap you as retaliation." Needless to say, he accepted the gift. "I also charmed it so you'll never lose it and it'll never be taken away from you by Muggles." Harry laughed, waving goodbye, before running off to join who I assumed was his uncle, though he looked more like a pig on two legs.

Murata came up to me and leaned his elbow on my shoulder. I could tell that he was internally laughing at me, "You ready to go home."

I looked up at the just raining sky and smiled. "Yup."

The next thing I knew, all I could feel was the sensation of being in water.

Me: It . . .it's over. It's done! Oh. My. God. It is actually DONE! I cannot believe it! Oh, happy day! Now for the sequel. What should I call it? Oh noes, I cannot decide . . . .

A Demon's Toad?

A Toad's Magic?

The Demon and The Phoenix?

A Demon's Order?

A Demon's Magic: The Order of the Phoenix?

I CANNOT DECIDE! ERMAHGERGH! MERGERK!