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Harry Potter and the Lord of the Night	By : Demonized Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19399 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money off of this work. Kyrios, however, is my original character, and is not from any other fandom whatsoever.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
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Once Ragnok leaves in whatever mysterious way it is that had gotten him here, Kyrios leaves the lounge—one of two—and goes upstairs to the bedroom area to see what Sebastian and little Harry have gotten up to. The sweet trilling of some sort of bird has paused and there comes another fit of laughter from the child, piquing the vampire's curiosity. The sight that meets him is absolutely unexpected.
There is a large scarlet and gold plumed bird sitting atop Sebastian Michaelis' head, and it is picking up locks of the demon's hair with its beak and tugging on them. No doubt the demon is making an irritated face, but this also has the effect of making Harry laugh and clap his little hands together. The child is sitting up in the center of a crib—which has been set up by the demon himself—and it looks as though he has been groomed and put into a fresh set of clothes.
Harry stops in his applause and laughter over the bird's antics, his stunning emerald green eyes going to Kyrios. The child seems to observe him for a long moment then gives a happy babble and holds out his arms.
"You would think that he would be wary of strangers," Kyrios murmurs as he approaches the crib and lifts the toddler out of it. There hasn't been much of a chance for Harry to observe him once he had woken up due to the Healer removing that vile fragment of soul that had latched on to the boy. He had been more preoccupied with the room, and well, it seems like Harry is a good judge of character.
"He is very observant, and bright. Curious for one his age." Sebastian is attempting to remove the exotic looking bird from its chosen perch on his head, but it is to no avail.
"What species of bird is that, Michaelis?" Kyrios asks, eying the bird as he carries Harry over to the bed that he himself will be sleeping in, eventually, and sits down on its edge.
"This would be a phoenix, my lord. He came with me from Albus Dumbledore's quarters in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." This comment receives an arched brow from the vampire, a clear sign that Sebastian needs to elaborate on why he had gone to Hogwarts. "I was asked by the Goblin Ragnok to deliver something to Dumbledore…"
Earlier: Late Evening
His mission has been made clear. He is to infiltrate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to plant the papers that will make Albus Dumbledore give up his self-granted guardianship over one Harry James Potter. The Goblin King Ragnok had laid things out very clearly for him, the information network the Goblins had simply astounding. Sebastian isn't sure how things are set up, but the Goblins truly have magic of their own and they use it to their fullest advantage under the current laws the British Wizarding Ministry has.
Getting to the castle has been relatively easy, the gates silently swinging open to admit him to the grounds, which is rather curious. Does someone know he is here? It is impossible.
Taking in the sight of the rather grand, but sad castle, Sebastian makes a noise of disapproval. It can do with a good cleaning over and the wards are mediocre at best. A school full of children and this is the best protection they have to offer? He can sense all of the delectable souls harbored within Hogwarts' walls, but he dares to not touch them. His master offers much better sustenance for him with his energies and powers.
Feeling like he is being led somewhere rather specific, Sebastian finds the corridors deserted of most lifeforms, save for a rather foul non-magical man who is limping around with a kitten tucked into the pocket of his tattered jacket. The demon longe to have a look at the kitten, much like he had with the magical person in the form of a cat back at Privet Drive, but he resists and soon finds himself before a gargoyle statue.
"Open," Sebastian commands, somehow knowing that the access to the quarters he needs to get into is behind the gargoyle. When it refuses to move he lets his eyes flash red before they begin to glow pink. His form becomes shrouded in darkness while he impatiently taps a stiletto-heeled boot on the ground. "I will have no problems crumbling you into pebbles before reassembling you as you were," he growls out, breaking off a stone ear and turning it into dust.
The gargoyle finally shakes and moves aside, to which Sebastian pats the stone entity and restores its ear, his powers making the entire thing as good as new and even cleaning it up a bit. "Good gargoyle," Sebastian says in a sickeningly sweet tone before finally making his way up the spiral staircase that have appeared.
As soon as he enters the Headmaster's quarters, he is assaulted by a scarlet and gold thing that gives a shrill cry. He bats it away, only for it to catch itself in the air and fly over to a storage shelf full of curious looking silver items. Sebastian blinks and first examined the thing, a magnificent bird—a phoenix of all creatures—before he lets his gaze go to the shelves upon shelves of funny little devices.
All of them hold a bit of magic in them, the essence of several different magical beings scattered throughout them. There is one that sticks out though, one that the Goblins have made him familiar with. "Oh, what have we here?" The Headmaster has certainly been up to no good.
Sebastian carefully and painstakingly recreates each of the items tied to the Potter child, and fabricates the essence that is to go into each of the items. Once he is finished he pockets all of the originals and lets his attention go back to the phoenix. It regards him with one of its bright amber eyes before it takes off from the top of the storage shelf and wings further into the office where it alights upon a cloak rack of some sort.
The phoenix bends down and pecks at nothing, or what is supposed to be nothing. There is a ripple of something and Sebastian walks over to examine the newest thing the bird is choosing to show to him. He reaches out and grasps something that feels rather fluid, the material shimmering and silvery as he pulls it from the cloak rack. "An invisibility cloak?" How curious. The demon pockets this as well then turns his attention to the desk now.
"I daresay, the Headmaster certainly has a bit of work to catch up on." He eyes the stacks and stacks of parchments and files dubiously before carefully choosing a stack to slip the form he has in among the papers. "That's everything I came here for," Sebastian comments and turns to leave.
The phoenix gives out a sudden cry, drawing the demon's attention to it in time for the bird to land on top of his head and in a swirl of harmless flames they are gone, vanishing out of Albus Dumbledore's quarters.
Present Time
"And that was how the phoenix came to be here, my lord," Sebastian finishes, his expression neutral as the bird once again pulls on a lock of his hair.
"Fascinating, and you still have this cloak you mentioned, and the devices that were attuned to Harry?" Kyrios' mind is whirling. The devices are most likely to monitor Harry, while the cloak… He doesn't know what the connection there is.
"Apparently the cloak belonged to James Potter, and as such it was put back into the Potter's main vault until the young master can claim his inheritance. The Goblins keep excellent records. As for the devices, it was suggested that we present them to Madam Bones so that we may have a more concrete case to build against the Headmaster." Sebastian motions to a box that Kyrios hadn't immediately noticed, located on top of the dresser. It is a lockbox, which the demon holds the key to, and within it are the monitoring devices.
Kyrios will need to speak to Amelia Bones as soon as possible, but he also wants to speak to Professor McGonagall. It won't hurt to speak to the other Professors at Hogwarts, if only to get a read on them to see where they stand, and it will help him understand what he will be needing to prepare Harry for. "When it is an appropriate time, please contact Madam Bones and request a meeting at her earliest convenience. I would also like to meet with a Professor McGonagall and her colleagues, save for the Headmaster," he clarifies, having no desire to see Dumbledore while the urge to attack the man is still so strong within him. "I am also in need of the school's curriculum, so if that is available, then get a copy of it for me." There is something he is forgetting. The giant man, Hagrid, had mentioned someone else. "Also, find out who Sirius Black is and what his connection to this entire mess is."
Sebastian bows, which finally causes the phoenix to fly off of his head, and murmurs, "As you wish, my lord." With his orders given the demon turns and leaves the bedroom, but not before giving the phoenix a victorious smirk.
Said phoenix ignores the demon, instead choosing to turn its attention to the vampire and the child. Fawkes is an incredibly smart bird, and he has known that Dumbledore has been slipping. When the demon had come to the Headmaster's quarters with that document, he had known that it was time for him to leave, but not without taking Dumbledore's toys and the cloak that had belonged to Harry's father. Trilling out a few sweet notes, the phoenix lands on the bed beside the ancient vampire.
"I am going to assume you are highly intelligent and will not insult you by asking redundant questions. Your choice in leaving your…master has been made abundantly clear." Kyrios observes the phoenix, not knowing what to call it, or if it even has a gender. "Do you have a gender?" The question is answered by the bob of its head, to which the vampire gives it an amused look. "Then, knowing that male birds usually have the more colorful of plumages, though this might not pertain to magical creatures such as yourself, would I be correct in assuming you are male?"
Fawkes gives another bob of his head and trills a few more notes. He closes his eyes and rubs his head against the vampire's arm. A warmth passes through both phoenix and vampire, with the bird passing along some of his magic to Kyrios.
"It's a pity you can't talk," Kyrios murmurs, marveling at what has just happened. First there had been the thing when he had sworn to protect Harry, and now it seems like the phoenix is bonding to him, or something.
"You need a name, and I rather not use the one your former master gave to you. How about Ewan?"
The phoenix gives a pause and seems to be think on the name before finally giving another bob of his head. Fawkes, now Ewan, sings a few happy notes then takes off from the bed. He flies over to the railing and perches there, drawing a happy babble from Harry who is contentedly sitting on Kyrios' lap.
"Well, little Harry. I don't see you going back to sleep for a while, so why don't we go down and see if you'd like something to eat?" Kyrios takes Harry into his arms and brings him downstairs into the main lounge. He finds the mini-bar area, and a counter where some fresh fruit is set out, put under a sort of stasis by the demonic entity contracted to him. There are also some jars of baby food that the demon had picked up, neatly stacked up along the backside of the counter. Kyrios picks up the bowl of fresh fruit instead, carrying both it and Harry over to the sofa.
Instead of sitting on the sofa, he moves it aside with a knee and sits down on the floor between it and the coffee table, Harry once again on his lap. The bowl is placed on the floor in front of them and the vampire picks up a piece of melon, honey dew, which he holds up for the child to take.
Harry stares at the piece of fruit for a few seconds then grabs it with a chubby hand. He shoves half of it into his mouth and begins eating the melon. Juice dribbles down his chin, which the vampire wipes away with his thumb. Once the melon is finished Harry reaches for the bowl of fruit himself and picks up a chunk of strawberry.
Kyrios sits back and watches with a smile as the toddler begins to demolish the bowl of fruit. He is faintly aware of soft footfalls, signifying Sebastian's return. "That was quick," he muses, gaze flicking over to the demon as he enters through the main door to the room.
"I see you've started to make a mess of things, and I was only gone for ten minutes," Sebastian chides. He trades the sheaf of papers in his hands for some napkins, leaving them in Kyrios' plain sight so the vampire will know to look at them when he has the time. "Would you like anything for yourself, my lord?" he asks as he hands over the napkins.
"A blend would do just fine, Michaelis. I'll look at everything you've brought for me when Harry goes back to sleep." And then he will finally get some rest for himself. Keeping a watchful eye on the toddler, he accepts the glass of dark red liquid that Sebastian brings to him a few minutes later. "Thank you, Michaelis. You may go and do as you wish for now."
Sebastian pauses briefly at this, for he has never been given such a direct order to do as he wishes. Before, with Kyrios, it was all unspoken. "May I acquire a cat, my lord?" This draws an odd look from the vampire as he sips at his glass of blood mixed with the juice from several tangerines.
"A cat, Michaelis?" Kyrios looks thoughtful, his gaze on the child that is halfway through the bowl of fruits and making a right mess. "You may get one, Michaelis, and no more than that. If you are going to keep it here, you might as well get one of the magical breeds, should there be any, and make sure it is seen by a veterinarian."
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian gives a smile and bows, his crimson eyes glinting. He has never been allowed to have a feline before, though circumstances after his former master's demise hadn't allowed for him to have one either. Constantly moving about, that isn't ideal for having a cat much less any other type of animal. "Thank you." He gives the vampire and child a glance over, Harry still quite messy and eating, before taking his leave to go and peruse the felines that will be available for purchase once the shop have opened.
"Of course he would want a cat," Kyrios says sotto voce, swirling the blood around in the glass before he takes a sip of it. A thought suddenly occurs to him, of Sebastian's intimate knowledge in souls, which has him wanting to hit himself. "I should have asked him about that soul fragment and the Horcrux thing that Ragnok had mentioned," he muses aloud. If anyone will know of Horcruxes then it will be Sebastian. Well, he can always ask the demon once he returns with the cat he has apparently always wanted. Giving a sigh, he refocuses his attention on Harry right as he overturns the fruit bowl.
In the Early Morning
The shops of Diagon Alley are finally open as witches and wizards alike trickle into the streets. Some look a bit hungover, as though they'd forgotten how to perform their magical remedies or they just don't care. Celebrations have still been going on, and most certainly here in the Alley, in which he has studiously avoided. He'd sat there throughout the night in front of the Magical Menagerie, eying the crates that line the walls through the windows of the shop.
"Good mornin' to ya," the shopkeeper greets, giving the demon a once over before he bustles over to the door and unlocks it.
Sebastian is on his feet in a flash and on the shopkeeper's heels as he enters the pet store, eagerly zeroing in on the wall of crates that hold the various types of felines. Mostly sleepy pairs of eyes stare out at him while he meticulously observes each cat.
"Are ya lookin' to buy a cat, a cat-kneazle mix or a pure kneazle?" The shopkeeper asks tentatively. They have very few kneazles for sale, given their XXX classification by the Ministry of Magic due to their aggression towards specific types of individuals. His gaze goes to the caged kneazles, most of which are warily watching Sebastian. One in particular though, his newest acquired kneazle, is ignoring the demon.
"All of them look so lovely," Sebastian cooes, walking past the various cages until he come across the new kneazle. His interest piques when the creature doesn't budge, his eyes blinking slowly as he takes in the small form. "What is this one here?"
"O-oh. That one's a pure kneazle. Has a nasty temper, that one," the shopkeeper nervously titters, hoping to turn his customer's interests elsewhere.
The kneazle in question is kitten aged and has stunning dark blue-black fur in a shade that reminds him of his former master's hair color. When it turns its head to finally glance at the demon, he sees that it has brilliant sapphire eyes that are quickly narrowed. The little blue-black kneazle kitten hisses at the sight of the demon, its fur standing on end while it scoots to the back of the cage.
Sebastian blinks again before a smile slowly spreads across his face, his eyes glinting. "I'll take this one," he says, quite happily, and reaches up to open the cage. This little creature strongly reminded him of his former master, which if he hadn't eaten his soul himself, Sebastian could have sworn that Ciel has reincarnated into the cat-like beast.
With the cage open the blue-black kneazle shoots out of the cage and launches himself at the demon, his claws out. It is quickly caught up by the scruff of its neck, where it yowls and spits while it tries to twist around and claw at the demon's hand.
"S-s-sir! I'm afraid I can't sell that kneazle to you," the shopkeeper stammers out, actually ducking behind the counter now that the thing is loose from its cage. He doesn't trust that it will stay in Sebastian's grasp for long.
"Nonsense," Sebastian all but chirps, and carries the angry kneazle over to the counter. "I will need a bed, some toys and a carrier, if you will." The demon smiles sinisterly as he produces a pouch of wizarding money. "How much do I owe you?"
In the Morning: Royal Kensington Suite
Kyrios awakens to the most unholiest of screams and quickly rolls out of bed. He immediately drops into a defensive crouch, his hand curled as though it expects a Xiphos to be in it before it flexes and opens a little in a manner reminiscent of the tiger fighting style. A sleepy Ewan, still perched on the railing overlooking the lounge below them, peers at him momentarily then tucks his head back under his wing. A quick glance in Harry's crib shows that the tot hasn't been disturbed by whatever has given the scream.
"Come now, Bocchan, you are in need of a bath," comes Sebastian's voice from the lounge below.
The vampire blinks then straightens up and approaches the railing to look down into the lounge. Sebastian is there, kneeling in front of a carrier and attempting to pull a blue-black fuzzy thing from the depths of it. There comes a loud yowl this time, which has Kyrios glancing at Harry again to see if the child stirs. The child shifts slightly in his sleep, but thankfully sleeps on. With a sigh he descends to the lounge to see what the fuss is about with Sebastian's newly acquired pet.
"Ah, sorry for disturbing your slumber, my lord. Bocchan is being a little unreasonable," Sebastian says a little too merrily while he finally gets the creature out from its carrier. He holds it around its middle, which gives it ample opportunity to sink its teeth into one of his hands. "Such a feisty little thing."
Kyrios gives the demon and his pet an incredulous look, as well as taking note in the choice of name that Sebastian uses. He decides not to question it or Sebastian's reasoning for it, and instead fixes the thing with a piercing stare. The kneazle, when it finally looks his way, stills and lets go of the hand holding it. "I don't care what your issue is with Michaelis, cat, but you will not attack me, the child sleeping upstairs, the phoenix or any guest I may have."
The kneazle, Bocchan, lays its ears flat against its head while its tail curls up between its legs at the implied threat given to him by the thing that it can sense is dangerous. He mewls weakly in way of acknowledgement and looks away from the vampire.
"Now that we are in an accord… Michaelis, what do you know of the Horcrux thing?" Kyrios moves and sits on the couch, an arm slung across the back of it while he yawns.
Sebastian sets his subdued kneazle on the floor, only for Bocchan to bolt off and hide somewhere that will normally be difficult for a person to get an animal out from under, and turns his attention to the vampire. "Like Ragnok said, a Horcrux is made to keep a person from dying. I imagine that Voldemort is little more than a wraith right now, and rather weak. The magical traces on Harry imply as much. As for the fragment of soul that had lodged into his scar, that was not enough to make a Horcrux out of the child, despite what Ragnok said, otherwise it would have been much more difficult to remove and keep him alive in the end."
Kyrios sits up and twists around to stare at Sebastian at this information, his eyes widening slightly before flashing while his expression morphs into one of fury. "That man-" he begins, near shouting, before clamping his mouth shut upon the realization that raising his voice will do no good right now. "Dumbledore intended for that… that thing to remain in Harry!" he hisses out, the tips of his canines a tad bit sharper despite his attempt to reign in his anger. "Was he planning for him to sacrifice himself?" he questions in a low, deadly tone.
Sebastian keeps his face rather neutral, though he delights in his master's anger. It is rare to see such a display, as the vampire usually has such iron clad control. With Harry Potter now in his care, this control is likely to slip whenever Kyrios comes to the boy's defense. "Had you not intervened, my lord, then it is most likely what would have been destined for little Harry when he grew up."
Kyrios silently fumes for a moment, wisely keeping his mouth shut otherwise he would have yelled and woken the sleeping child up. Once he is sufficiently calmed, he exhales noisily and sinks down into plush cushions of the couch. "Is there anything else you could tell me, like how many of those things Voldemort made?" he spits out, his hazel eyes darker than they have been in centuries.
"The soul fragment was rather small, and quite deteriorated. If I were to make an educated guess, I would say at least more than three. I wouldn't put it past more than five, however, otherwise that fragment would have been far smaller." It is such a waste, doing that to a soul. It will never again be fit for consumption, at least not to his standards. He won't even think of eating a soul from a person like Voldemort anyways.
"So as few as three or as many as five. Lovely," Kyrios mutters and lets his head fall back on the couch. They will need to be hunted down and destroyed, if they want to be rid of Voldemort. There is no doubt that the dark wizard will come after Harry in the future. Whatever had supposedly driven him to go after little Harry the other night is likely still in effect. "Damn magic," he says sotto voce, staring up at the ceiling and letting his gaze follow the patterns there.
"That matter aside, my lord, I've taken care to visit Madam Bones and set up an appointment to meet with her later this afternoon. The Hogwarts Professors will see you this coming Saturday, and I feel that I must warn you that a Professor Severus Snape seemed a bit reluctant." Sebastian withdraws a folder from the inside of his jacket and rounds the couch to hand it to Kyrios. "This is the curriculum, with all changes that have been made to it since the start of the school under what is called the Founders. As for one Mr. Sirius Black, he is the named godfather to young master Potter."
Kyrios lifts his head up and takes the folder from Sebastian while he blinks at the news that Harry has a godfather. This must have been one of those things that Ragnok hadn't been able to reveal due to the enchantments placed on the Potters' Will. "Why wasn't he given Harry?" It is a question more to himself than to Sebastian.
"Dumbledore most likely blocked it," Sebastian answers succinctly.
"Go and locate this Sirius Black. Bring him here if you can." Kyrios is trying to fit Black into place in all of this. He had been there at the Potter home to try and claim Harry, no doubt, otherwise Hagrid would have never shown up on his motorcycle at Privet Drive. Harry should have been given to Black then, but Dumbledore had interfered.
Sebastian's face notably falls at this command, but he bows nonetheless and murmurs a, "Yes, my lord." He turns and leaves to go in search of Sirius Black. His Bocchan will have to wait, unfortunately, but at least he has already set up everything necessary for the kneazle to eat, drink or use the litter-box as needed.
In the Afternoon
Brushing up on long dead parenting skills, especially when things are so drastically different now, is a chore in and of itself. Madam Bones is due to arrive any moment now and Harry is crying rather uncontrollably. He can't figure out for the life of him what is wrong. He'd been fed not too long ago, he'd been given a bath, a fresh diaper—which had been an interesting endeavor for him to learn—and he doesn't want to play. Poring through the parenting books is of little help.
Kyrios barely hears the soft knock on the entry door of the suite, and with a muttered prayer that it be Sebastian—though the demon has no need of knocking—he walks over and opens the door. Instead of the tall, raven-haired demon a rather tired looking, dark-haired woman with a child of her own on her hip stands at the door. "Madam Bones?"
"Lord Stavros, I presume?" She gives a tired and somewhat teary smile in way of greeting as she hefts the little girl a little higher up on her hip. "I apologize for bringing my niece along, but there wasn't a sitter available and I'm the only family she has left."
"No, no. No apologies. Please, come in." He moves aside to let the witch enter and switches the arm holding Harry. "He's been crying nonstop for about twenty minutes. I can't figure out what's causing it, but he's been fed, bathed and is wearing a fresh diaper."
Amelia studies Harry and after a moment lets her wand drop down into her hand from the wrist holster she keeps it secured in. "I believe he is of the age to be teething." With a quick swish of her wand she silently conjures up a teething ring. Another swish has the object properly chilled and hovering over to the vampire and his ward.
"Teething?" Kyrios blinks and absently plucks the chilled teething ring from the air. He holds it up for Harry, who quiets his fussing just a little and grabs for the enchanted item. As the toddler promptly sticks it in his mouth, his fussing dies away entirely and he gives a muffled coo as it soothes the ache from having teeth come in. "Thank you, Madam Bones."
"Please, call me Amelia, and it was no trouble Lord Stavros." Amelia gives another smile, this one less teary.
"Then please call me Kyrios, Amelia. Please, have a seat." Kyrios bids the witch over to the couch and armchairs before following her to take a seat of his own. "Might I inquire about your niece's name?"
"Susan. She's been with me for a week now," Amelia settles onto the couch and sets little Susan down on the carpeted floor to play with the toys that are already out, where Harry soon joins the little girl. "And that must be Harry Potter. Ragnok has informed me of a good deal about your situation, Kyrios. I must say that I am quite surprised that you would take in an orphan, but that is not as surprising as your…nature." She watches the man for any sort of reaction, her gaze sharp despite her apparent fatigue from caring for her orphaned niece. "Not that I have anything against one such as yourself."
Kyrios keep his expression neutral, though his body does become rather rigid at the knowledge that someone else knows of his being a vampire. "I trust that you will not disclose that to the general populace. I understand any non-human entities have to deal with a lot of hostility here in Great Britain, something that I normally do not tolerate or deal with." He hasn't had to deal with that type of hostility for a long while, at least not from anyone outside of his own kind and the Jesuit Order.
"It is not my intention to anger you, Lord Stavros, and I certainly have no intention of letting anyone who does not need to know of your status and nature know." Amelia transforms rather quickly from tired mother figure to the sharp-witted and objective Department of Magical Law Enforcement head that she is, her posture absolutely perfect. "Regardless of you being a vampire, Kyrios, your adoption of Harry Potter cannot be questioned without anyone going through me. I am here to ensure that it remains so. While the majority of the wizarding populace may never accept you, even without the knowledge of you being a vampire, as Harry's guardian, they will not be able to take him away from you. We are going to make this as airtight as possible."
His growing anger and wariness abates as Amelia's words soothe him. "Not even Dumbledore?" Kyrios watches her expression carefully, noting the way one of her eyebrows shoot up while her lips thin considerably.
"Not even Dumbledore with all of his influence would be able to take Harry away from you." Amelia almost looks offended by the thought that she will let the Headmaster, as brilliant as he had been throughout the years, stick his nose in where it doesn't belong. "As far as I am concerned, Albus Dumbledore has no business in deciding who should raise Harry. He has far too much on his plate to be concerning himself with the life of a little boy."
"Yet it seems that he has taken an interest in Harry, going so far as to abandon him on the doorstep of his non-magical relatives, who were absolutely horrid by the way, with naught but a blanket and a letter with a forecast of rain for the night." Kyrios interlocks the fingers of both hands and props his elbows onto his knees as he leans forward in his seat, his gaze locked on Amelia's.
"H-he wha-" A loud bang that resonates throughout the suite cuts Amelia's response off and both the witch and vampire are quick to rise to their feet. Amelia's wand is in her hand, in a white-knuckled grip, while Kyrios flexes his hands and curls his fingers slightly.
"Where's Harry?!" A panicked voice that Kyrios is unfamiliar with asks as a black-haired man with dark circles under his eyes and dressed in black robes strides into the room. He looks around frantically, his gaze landing on Amelia first. "Amelia?"
"Sirius?" Amelia's tone is laced with surprise and shock, her grip on her wand relaxing minutely before a look of anger crosses her face. She opens her mouth, likely to ask a rather important question, when a happy babble from Harry, who recognizes Sirius' voice, makes everyone pause.
"Pa'foo'," the toddler calls out, abandoning his teething ring and the toys he had been playing with to start crawling in the direction of Sirius' voice.
Kyrios himself relaxes and walks over to pick Harry up just as Sebastian appears behind Sirius, the demon looking rather nonplussed. "Why don't you come sit down, Mr. Black?" The vampire waves his free hand towards the couch that Amelia had been seated at, the witch still looking rather angry. "And Sebastian can fix us some tea."
Sirius' gaze flicks to Kyrios, though it fixates on Harry in the man's arms, before he mumbles something incoherent and walks over to the couch. "C-can I hold him, please?" He asks once he is seated, a note of pleading in his voice while his gaze remains on the squirming toddler in the vampire's arms.
"I have nothing against Harry's godfather holding him." Kyrios gives Amelia a somewhat pointed look before he carefully transfers the toddler to Sirius Black's arms. The look of happiness and relief that immediately spreads over the man's face tells the vampire everything needs to know. Whatever role Sirius has in all this, he truly cares for Harry Potter.
"Thank you, sir," Sirius says as he gently hugs Harry who immediately grabs for his hair. Tears fill his eyes as he gazes upon the toddler, his shoulders trembling. "I… I'm so sorry, Prongslet."
Kyrios and Amelia both look a little baffled in the choice of nickname that Sirius has given Harry, the witch unsteadily sitting down while the vampire returns to his armchair. "Sirius, what were you doing there at the Potters' home?" He aske first, before Amelia can fire off the question that seems to be burning on the tip of her tongue. She has calmed a little at Sirius' interaction and reaction to Harry, but the apology to the toddler has her looking angry once more.
"I knew when I didn't find Peter in his safe house that something was wrong," Sirius begins as way of explanation, anger inflecting in his tone at the mention of Peter.
"Who is Peter?" Kyrios interrupts as a look of recognition filters over Amelia's face, followed by realization, shock, sorrow and anger.
"That filthy traitorous rat was supposed to be our best friend," Sirius nearly spits out, anger twisting his face into something dark. "I thought I had been so clever, to switch with him as Secret Keeper for James and Lily, because I was the obvious choice." His tone hardens and grows bitter while Amelia stifles a sob and pulls out a handkerchief to dab at her eyes. Sirius' gaze snaps to her and a thoughtful expression replaces his anger. "You need to act quickly, Amelia. I was tracking him down before I was…brought here. He's an unregistered Animagus. A chubby grey rat."
Amelia looks shocked at this while Kyrios looks more than a little perplexed. Quick as a flash the Head of the DMLE is up and moving around the couch, completely forgetting her niece Susan as she makes for the door. "Oh!" she exclaims as she touched the door handle, turning back once she remembers her niece. "Oh goodness me."
"Madam Bones… Amelia. I would happily watch Susan for you, if you trust me to, while you go and take care of this important matter. Our discussion can wait, and I'm sure Harry would love to have someone to play with for a while." Kyrios glances towards the little girl, who is still happily playing with the toys, then returns his attention to Amelia.
"Would you?" She hates to impose upon him, and it certainly isn't a matter of trusting the vampire with her niece. This is truly important and absolutely can not wait.
"I would, now please go." Kyrios watches as the witch leaves with an uttered thank you, then lets his gaze go to Sirius Black. He notes the way the wizard holds Harry, as if he is something fragile, and smiles faintly. "Mr. Black, Sirius… My name is Kyrios Stavros. I'm not sure if you're aware, but I've adopted Harry. Regardless of my status as his legal guardian, I have an offer I would like to make to you."
In the Evening
Amelia returns to the Royal Kensington Suite, more tired and worn out than before, but feeling rather accomplished. She had quickly set the Auror Division after Peter Pettigrew, with the news that he is an unregistered Animagus in the form of a rat, and also has the information broadcasted on the Wizarding Wireless. This of course has the Minister for Magic, Millicent Bagnold, asking to meet with her. That had taken some time, and a good deal of energy, to put to sorts.
"Madam Bones," Kyrios greets softly, almost appearing out of thin air in front of the witch. "They've gone down for the night, I'm afraid. If you want, I can go get Susan for you."
Amelia has a hand over her heart at the vampire's sudden appearance then lets out a sigh and shakes her head tiredly. "No, no. I'm so sorry for imposing upon you, Kyrios. I'll go fetch her myself."
"It wasn't any trouble at all, Amelia. She's upstairs in the crib with Harry. Sirius is up there as well." Kyrios gives a bemused smile and leads the way up to the bedroom that they are using.
She wonders slightly at the smile but follows the vampire upstairs. Instead of Sirius being present, there is a great big black dog stretched out across the floor by the crib. She stops and stares, the pieces clicking into place while a look of shock forms on her face. "Sirius Black!" she whispers out harshly, causing the dog to raise his head and look her way.
"We have the paperwork for his Animagus form filled out, along with the fine he is to pay for not registering. It was a recent thing, and in light of the war your society just experienced…" Kyrios explains softly—fibbing just a tiny bit—while Sirius, otherwise known as Padfoot in this form, drops his head back down to the floor and gives her large, pleading eyes.
"I'll let it go just this once, Auror Black. I expect that paperwork to be filed tomorrow, and for you to be back to work in three weeks' time." Amelia gives them both an exasperated glare then bustles over to the crib, taking care to not step on Padfoot, so she can collect Susan and be on her way. Once the sleeping girl is carefully taken from the crib, she turns to face Kyrios, an apologetic frown on her face. "I'm sorry we weren't able to finish. I'll take care of everything, so don't worry. Once the documents are ready for you to sign I'll bring them by."
"I'll be looking forward to that then, Madam Bones, and please feel free to bring Susan by whenever you like." Kyrios gives the witch a smile and leads her back downstairs where her diaper bag for Susan is packed and waiting. "Harry enjoyed her company."
Amelia looks a little taken aback at the offer of bringing her niece over here, her surprise more than apparent, for the vampire gives a soft laugh. "Thank you for your generous offer, Lord Stavros. I'll be sure to take you up on it."
"And if you know of anyone else whom I should introduce myself to that has children Harry's age… I would greatly appreciate it." Kyrios gives a genuine smile and walks Amelia out of the suite, and accompanies her down to the lobby.
"Absolutely. I'll send out some letters. I wouldn't expect very many responses any time soon, but I will make the effort." Amelia gives Kyrios a smile of her own, now back to her tired mother figure, before she leaves the Milestone Hotel with her niece.
Kyrios waits in the lobby until he can't sense her anymore before heading back upstairs. Back in the suite he calls for Ewan, the phoenix appearing in a swirl of flames on his shoulder. "I have a request, Ewan. If you could take this letter to a Remus Lupin for me, I would very much appreciate it." He pulls a letter out from his jeans pocket, with Sirius Black's messy scrawl spanning the envelope, and holds it out for the phoenix to take. Ewan takes it without hesitation and disappears in the same swirl of flames, off to find one Remus Lupin.
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