Demon King Daddy

I want to Thank everyone that reviewed, and i'm SOO happy and glad at the warm reception that this story has gotten. And also to the Reveiwers that pointed out mistakes I made and things i needed to fix! I Welcome these reviews, and am working on them as we speak. I also got a person to Proodread my work this time, and am looking for a Beta.

I hope you guys enjoy this next.

Just to clarify; This is taking place in the year 2009, During season 5 of Supernatural. The End of book 5, OotP, and the beginning of season 5. So the Sorcerers stone was around season SPN 1, Chamber of Secrets was around season SPN 2, Ect, ect. Til now.

I took one of the Myths of Merlin, and Added it in here. There are a lot of Myths about him. From being born to/Created by Queen Mab. To being born of a Queen, Then a Nun, Saint, Knight… And then there is the Myth that I used. I only edited the history of his mother. Hope you guys like!

Also, after reading the Reviews I have desided to make this story Harry/Sam.

ENJOY! ^.^


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Harry was standing in the middle of the great hall one moment, then standing in the hall of a large 2 story house the next. Harry blinked as he looked around, Surprised to having been transported so rapidly. He then over to his father.

"I thought that people couldn't apperate when inside Hogwarts…" Harry said, raising a eyebrow.

"That wasn't apparition, love.. I'll teach you later." Was his father's reply as he smiled. He then turned and motioned to the two men that just appeared behind him. Demons, actually.

"Harry; this is Marcus and Oray. They work for me…" Harry looked to the two demons and nodded. Oray nodded back, averting his eyes respectfully. Marcus just smiled at Harry, then looked him over like a piece of meat and leered. Crowley noticed immediately.

"Marcus, take Harry's chest to his room… NOW." Crowley barked the last word angrily. The other demon looked at Crowley and glared lightly. He then grabbed Harry's truck near his feet with one hand and took it up the master staircase. Harry guessed that he would be getting one of the rooms upstairs.

"And clean out the dog pins when your done!" Crowley snapped, right before Marcus disappeared. A short pause in his steps was the only confirmation that he heard. And the angry stomping when started moving again.

Harry blinked, and pointed at the retreating demon and the chest he was carrying.

"Um.. When did you pick up my trunk?…"

Crowley looked at Harry and smiled. "Oh.. I took the liberty of having Marcus and Oray drop by your dorm while I.. entertained your the headmaster. I sent Marcus to pick up your truck…"

"And you sent Oray to pick up me." Harry said, a light bulb going off in his head. "The scene in the Great Hall was a diversion.."

Crowley smiled and winked at his boy.

"Didn't think we'd really give old Dumb-boy the chance to wisk you away, now did you?… Of course, I wasn't expecting you to be going TOWARDS the great hall when a raging demon was about, But…" He shrugged, and gave a smile. "Given you have James blood in you, I'm not all that surprised…"

Harry could only smile back. He was told that he inherited his recklessness from James.. But to hear it from his actual Father, it made it a bit different. More meaningful.

"Now then; off to business…" Crowley said, motioning Oray off with his hand. Oray left immediately. "First off; I suppose you have some questions.. Let's get those out of the way first, shall we?" Crowley said, now placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, and leading him into his office.

"Alright then… If you're my father… What does that make me? Am I still a Wizard, or… something else? Will I still have my magic later on?" Harry asked, as his father asked for him to have a seat at one of the chairs at his desk. The desk and chair where huge, plush, and obviously made for style. In face, the whole office seemed to be put together pretty nicely.

After Harry took a seat, feeling uncomfortable because he was in such a nice room while wearing sleeping threads, he relaxed himself and adjusted the chair and readied himself for a long conversation.

"You will always be a wizard… but you are also what's known as a Cambion.. You and others like you are half-demon. But don't worry, Love, James was a wizard and had a magical core, and it's obvious that you have one, too."

"So…. I'm just like a normal wizard, then?…" Harry said, just a little to hopeful. Even though, deep inside, Harry already knew the answer.

Crowley's eyes widened at his son, and he then tossed his head back and laughed.

"Oh, no no no… Even if you weren't born with a magical core, you'd still be stronger then most wizards… Given practice. The fact that you have one only makes you all the more amazing…" Crowley said with a.. Almost proud.. smile..

"Do you know of name of the last Cambion born with Wizarding blood?…"

"Um…. No. I'm afraid not…" Harry said, feeling a embarrassed at the fact. He would make a point to study a bit more on it later, or write Hermione…

"Merlin… His name was Merlin."

Harry's eyes nearly burst out of his head.


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A Cambion, or half-demon is a child born of a union of human and a demon.

The most famous of Cambion births is that of the great wizard Merlin, who was born of an Incubi and a Nun.

~Records of Demonology, Paris Von Vaglain

Harry shook his head, as he read the passage again. He then checked the cover, and even flipped to the chapter just after it, that was actually labeled 'Merlin'.

"His mother was a Witch… but her family sent her to a convent when she started showing signs of magic, thinking she had sold her soul.. Later on, they found out she was a born witch… But the Bishop refused to let her get schooling on it. They locked her away even more…" Harry said, feeling sympathy but the poor girl who was treated so horribly.. Treated like he was.

"Years later, in an act or rebellion, she took a lover from inside the town… Not knowing he was possessed by a demon. The Demon was cast back to hell by the church, and she ran away to join the magical community…. and gave birth to a boy who she then raised in the ways of wizardry… Merlin.." Harry said, feeling chills run up his arms.

"He wasn't the first… But he was one of the best." Crowley said, leaning against a Alabaster and oak table, and taking a long drink from his tumbler. Harry then sighed, feeling a bit lost.

"So the reason I didn't die when I was a baby wasn't because Lily died for me… And the blood wards and Blood protection?"

"Nope. That was all you, Love… or your demonic magic striking back, whichever you like…."

"So Merlin was the same thing as me… And he Wasn't evil."

"Nope! Not one mar on the man. Bit of a waste if you ask me, but to each his own… So… Next question?"

Harry then closed the book, but kept it in his hands. He would need to read it later. He then though back to the conversation between his father and his Dumbledore. And the mention of the bloodwards had reminded him, too…

"The Dursleys… They are still alive, right? You haven't hurt them yet, have you?…"

Crowley blinked at the boy, and then frowned.. "No…" A sinister light then lit behind his father's eyes, and Harry could almost see the infernal wraith that Crowley was planning. "Well, Not yet…."

"Don't…" looking directly into his fathers eyes with a stony, determined look. "Just… Just don't."

Crowley then looked at Harry, he face changing into one of curious intentions.

"You can't actually think I'm going to let them off… not after what I've seen, and what I can guess that they've done… Which, by the way, we WILL be talking about…"

"Ok, Fine. We'll talk later, and I'll tell you everything But for now, please don't do anything… They're my family."

Crowley narrowed his eyes and growled harshly. "No… They're not."

"Doesn't matter… For right now, Just wait. PLEASE…" His eyes pleading to his father. He saw Crowley waver immediately.

"Alright, I'll hold off on punishment… for now… But you better get talking quick, because I'm only patient when it comes to deals."

"Ok, then… Next question; How in the world did Lilith getting killed come about?…"


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"So the angels stood by and LET Samuel Winchester kill Lilith, and that freed Lucifer.. So the Apocalypse has started, I got all of her deals and arrangements. That's how I found out about you…" Crowley ended, as he tossed a black shirt over the fitting room door. "Next look now! Put that on quick! Chop-Chop!"

"So… we just defeat the Dark Lord, find a way to end the Apocalypse, keep away from both Angels, other Demons and Deatheaters, while managing to stay alive…" Harry said, summing up their situation as best he could.

"Well, when you put it that way…" Crowley said sarcastically. "You coming out or not?"

Harry sighed, as he pulled the shirt over his head and down his arms. He then turned and looked in the mirror. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a punk cartoony skull and crossbones shirt. Honestly, it was bloody ridiculous. Harry opened up the fitting room door and stepped out, an aggravated look on his face.

Harry looked to Crowley who just smirked back in reply… and had another six pieces of clothing just waiting for Harry to try on. It was obvious in the glint in his father's eyes that he was enjoying Harry's discomfort a little TO much.

"You've GOT to be joking!" Harry said, then looking back to the Mirror. "You cannot think that this looks good on me…"

"Why not!" his father said, now stepping forward at adjusting the shirt. "It's comfortable, favorable to your tiny little frame, and everyone your age is wearing it! Plus, it's black and black goes with everything…"

"I look like a tosser! The pants are to tight, and the shirt makes me look like I'm 13 years old…"

"It does not!" Crowley said defensively, glaring at Harry down his nose. Harry looked back to him.

"It's a bloody cartoon-pirate shirt…." Harry deadpanned.

"…. Ok, a different shirt, but you are keeping those pants young man!"

"But they're tight! They're tight, they're skinny jeans, and they're black!"

"Yes… and if you wear then right, you'll have all of the other little boys eating out of your hands in no time!" Crowley said with a proud and smug looking on his face. Harry nearly choked on his own tongue.

"So.. Next question… What did you mean when you said Dumbledore and Lilith had a arrangement?.. And how did he break it?…"

Crowley's eyes then immediately went hard. "You're right about one thing… next question…"

Harry sighed in irritation… but he knew just from the look on his father's face he'd better not push the envelope on his one.

"Those black dogs then where in the Great hall with you… What where they?…"

"OH, those?… My Hellhounds. Beauts, aren't they?" Crowley then said, looking cocky. "They're the most vicious of the there litters, and the biggest, too." Harry shivered to himself. HELLHOUNDS? He should have guessed…

"Ok… Moving along…"

At the end of the shopping trip his father had picked out a entirely new wardrobe, not all of it to Harry's liking. But his father simply said "You're a Half-demon, and it's part of your deal… WEAR IT!" And that was the end of the conversation.


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By the end of the week, Crowley had given Harry his charm and the cell phone he had agreed to, and they managed to negotiate 4 simple rules that worked out for them both.

1. Harry had to stay away or run away from any other Demons or Angels he may come across.

It was unavoidable that one or two would find out about him. But in the meantime, run like hell.. He would live with his father, yes, but no one else could be trusted. Only Crowley's and his most loyal lackeys would ever know about Harry being in the states.

2. Feel free to lend a hand at any time.

The apocalypse had started, and if Harry wanted to help end it and the wizarding war, he had free reign to do so. It was completely up to Harry. His father could use his help, anyway. Harry actually liked this rule most of all. It think it because he actually got a choice in the matter.

3. Keep the charm and his cell phone on him at all times. If the charm got lost, call to have it replaced immediately. And if he didn't answer his phone on the first ring, his father was going to show up in person.

Apparently Crowley was going to offset years of noninvolvement with a good year of being overprotective. Plus, with trying to knock off Voldamort and Lucifer at the same time, Harry was going to make keeping in touch with his father a high priority ether way.

4. No Sleeping with any men. AT ALL. EVER.

Apparently Harry was a bearer. That meant he could never father children. He could only have them if he carried them and birthed them himself, such was the curse of being a bearer. Which also translated into his father spoiling him like mad, and buying impossibly expensive things in the name of 'well-deserved Pampering.'

Apparently his father only liked the best.. Which would account for 60 dollar pants and 40 dollar shirt he was now wearing. The jeans where on the slim side, but they weren't skinny. And his shirt and hoody where much better then the other things his father had forced upon him. Luckily they fit Harry's normal style just fine, so he didn't stand out to much in this hospital.

Harry sighed as he now looked forward, back to the reason he came here in the first place. Bobby Singer. He was a bloke who had tried to help stop the breaking of the 66 seals.

To bad for the poor guy that there where over 600 possible seals, and the Angels that where here to stop them suddenly turned, and just started letting the demons break them. Before long, the final seal was broken, and Lucifer was set free.

And right after Lucifer was freed, Bobby had gotten possessed by a demon who was looking for the sword of Michael. And in order to fight the demon off and stop it from killing Dean with his own hand, he fought back control from the demon and stabbed himself. And ended up losing the use of his legs. That was about a week ago, the day after Lilith was killed and Lucifer was set free.

This was why Harry was here, leaning against the wall. Playing with his phone. Pretending to be a innocent bystander. After a little training with his father, sure of himself that he what he could do, he was just waiting for the right moment. To go in and talk to Bobby. Possibly heal him if he would allow it. The only thing was that Sam Winchester had been guarding the door all day.

So Harry sighed, and waited for the right moment to introduce himself…

Time to put rule number 2 to use, and lend a hand…

But then Dean Winchester walked up next to his brother, and Harry couldn't believe his luck. Now there where two! Great! He was never going to get into the room to help Bobby… Harry sighed, as he when back to playing Ms. Pacman on his phone.

He then saw Dean take out what looked like a x-ray and showed it to his brother. Harry gave an annoyed glance and looked back to his game on the phone. He really wished he was close enough that he could actually hear what they where talking about…

But Harry was stuck with simply keeping to the wall, and waiting for an opening.

It was then that a man with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes appeared down the hall and passed Harry. Harry blinked and he looked at the odd man. He was walking with a sense of purpose towards Bobby's room and the Boys. Harry stared at the back of the man as he stopped by the Winchesters, and could only think; Trench coat… Really?…

Then jumped about a foot when Bobby yelled from inside his room, "GET IN HERE AND LAY HANDS ON!"

That caught Harry's interest. Sadly, he had to stay away and couldn't hear (Therefore, figure out) what was being said… But when the new man then stepped forward into the room, and started talking directly to Bobby that Harry got even more curious… It was then that Harry decided to take the risk. After all, he was here to help them out, and he couldn't help if he didn't know what was going on. He was going to risk it, and move in closer.

He exited the game on his cell phone, and started to silently and carefully walk by. It was then that Harry was glad for all the sneaking out and creeping around Hogwarts. He was nearly a master of the art now.

It also paid off… As Harry was passing by he heard something that made the light bulb go off in his head. The Trench-coat was just telling Bobby how sorry he was that he couldn't heal him. Harry immediately saw his in.

Without even thinking it though, Harry spoke up.

"Perhaps I could help…"


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Next Chapter; Harry meets team free-will!

He'll be entering in Episode 2, Season six. "Good god, Yall!" ^.^