Harry Potter, Demon King? Chapter - 9 Part 1
Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor do I own Kyou Kara Maoh / God save our king. They belong to their respective authors and copyright owners. I am merely borrowing them for awhile to get rid of the plot that is currently occupying my brain.
Summary: Harry gets sucked into a portal to another world. He finds out that he is a demon king in this different world. Harry has always been a hero. Can he really become a demon king? KKM/HP crossover. Yuri Harry doesn’t exist.
Warning: Slash Pairing confirmed. Harry/Wolfram
Author’s Note: I am posting this here until fanfiction.net allows me to upload my chapter.
Chapter 9 - The Journey Home Part I
“James, I think something’s wrong with Harry. He’s been crying all morning. He might be sick. Hold Harry for me. I am going to get Poppy to come and check him out.”
“Lily! Something’s wrong with Harry’s eyes. They were glowing!”
“Don’t be ridiculous James- What in the world?!”
“See I told you and you wouldn’t believe me. I was right. Ha!”
“I am so glad to see that for once in your life you were able to be right and I am so glad it means so much more for you to be right than to worry about our son who’s been crying all morning and now has glowing eyes.”
“Lily, love, you know how I keep asking you to stop hanging out with Snape? Now it's too late, you are beginning to sound like him.”
“James Potter! I am going to-“
Crash!!!!
“Hello world! Padfoot has entered the buildi- eh James? Why are there snakes on your head and why is your skin green and silver? Was there something you wanted to tell me? A secret wish to leave your beautiful wife and run off with a greasy git?”
“Padfoot, I-“
WAAAHHHHHHHHH
“Harry! My favorite godson! I knew you would hate the slimy snakes just as much as me. It's so good to see at least one person in the family still has taste.”
“Oh shut up Padfoot. Harry has been upset all morning and his eyes have been doing this weird glowing thing.”
“Glowing thing huh? Well, let Uncle Padfoot see what’s wrong with you, Harry.”
“Pafoo!”
“That’s right! Aw, see Harry isn’t sick. He was just missing his favorite big person. As for glowing eyes, really James, if you want to prank me you will need to come up with something better than that.”
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The days after the attack blurred for Harry. He insisted on healing everyone he could, but with his limited knowledge of healing spells, it didn’t do much. Luckily Gisela arrived the next morning and relieved him of his self appointed role of healer.
Harry hovered around asking, “If there’s anything I can do to help…” which was met with shouts of "Oh no, Your Majesty!” and “That would be unthinkable, I can manage here by myself."
Günter of course managed to shoo him away with a, “I'm so sorry that Your Majesty must see such an unsightly place. Please, Your Majesty, get some rest."
Harry ignored him but moved away from the first aid tent when Sergeant Healer Gisela gave him a glare that said ‘get out of here or else’. Harry knew better than to argue with a Healer.
It had taken Harry a while to figure out that they were protecting him from the vicious words of the humans that had raided the village and been captured. He heard one of them cursing out the demon healers who were trying to help him. Harry shook his head at the sheer stupidity of those idiots. He felt grateful that they were trying to protect him from the cruel vitriol of the captured humans but he also felt exasperated for the same reason.
Unfortunately for the royal guard and everyone else who was worried about the Demon King, Harry decided to help with the rebuilding of the village with magic. That was until he almost passed out and Gisela came up to him and ordered him to bed rest for two days, which he spent barely unconscious, and sent him on his way back to Covenant Castle on the third day. To achieve the goal of getting Harry to rest, Wolfram threatened to sit on him if he didn’t lie down and get some sleep.
They set out a few hours after dawn. Günter, Conrad and Wolfram all insisted that he rest and eat breakfast before they headed out. The journey back to Covenant Castle was much slower paced then before.
For the first day, Harry had spent the better part of it in Wolfram’s arms. They decided to carry him after Harry passed out and almost fell of his horse. Apparently he had not yet recovered from any of his ordeals and refused to let anyone know. Luckily both Conrad and Wolfram, who had been riding along either side of him, were able to pull him upright before he fell.
When Harry came to, he found himself tied securely to Wolfram’s front with one arm holding him tightly around the waist. Harry wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or annoyed by the fact that the position was comfortable for both of them. Harry found it easier to relax and even fall asleep with Wolfram holding on to him. Unfortunately, it also marked the sheer difference in their heights as Harry barely reached Wolfram’s shoulders when he leaned back.
They stopped at a local tavern which had been emptied and readied by soldiers who had scouted ahead of the rest of the party. Günter had insisted on going ahead to make sure that everything was perfect for the arrival of the King. Gwendal had accompanied him without a word. In fact Gwendal had not spoken to Harry at all since his question to him on the day of the attack. Harry had a feeling that he had surprised him, but he wasn’t sure why.
Harry had always been given the role of protector in the wizarding world. Everyone had always looked to him to save them, ever since he defeated Voldemort as a baby. They put him on a pedestal and expected him to act exactly as they thought he should without letting him know what they wanted and then turned on him whenever he seemed to break out of the mold they had set him in.
Even Hermione had shown him that she expected him to save the day back in the very first year of Hogwarts. Even though both of them were first years and she knew more spells than he, she still expected him to be able to protect the Philosopher’s stone. It had taken her years to realize that he needed help if he were to succeed. Unfortunately, after the defeat of Voldemort, Harry was not sure if he would ever truly convince her that he was only a boy who was extremely lucky or unlucky depending how you looked at it. Ron was the same only in the extreme. Harry kind of expected it of him ever since their very first meeting, where Ron had asked him if he remembered defeating ‘You-Know-Who’ when he was fifteen months old. He hoped that things would get better after the defeat of Voldemort. He just hoped that they didn’t expect him to turn into Dumbledore overnight.
Harry wasn’t sure what to make of this new world and of the Demon Kingdom. When he came to this world, he had been given a title and a role to play. He had expected them to see him as an all powerful being. And for the most part, he had managed to surprise himself with his own displays. Yet they did not expect him to lay down his life just because he had been given a title.
The demons and the human refugees, instead of feeling resentful that he had not arrived earlier, were grateful that he had arrived at all. And they kept fussing over him too, sometimes in a way similar to Mrs. Weasley. She was one of the few, including Sirius, Remus and Snape, who didn’t expect him to perform miracles before he was even out of school. It didn’t matter that he wound up defeating Voldemort. It was the lack of expectations that he was grateful for.
He felt freer than he had ever felt in a long time. At the same time, he knew that he was going to take his responsibility as Demon King seriously. For the first time he was given acceptance and what he felt was a choice. And he chose to do his best to protect all the people in his Kingdom.
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Part II