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Summary: Sorrel Potter summoned Candy Pop out of desperation when she was six. As a result, she grew up with the Creepypastas. What would happen if she were to go to Hogwarts? What would happen with Dumbledore's plans?

If there was one thing Sorrel understood, it was that she could never trust any adults her relatives liked. They always turned out one of two ways. The first were just like Petunia with their snooty attitudes and their habit of staring down their noses' at Sorrel like she was beneath them. The second turned out like Vernon with their harsh words and often bullied those around them. Between them, Sorrel preferred those like her aunt. At the very least, they never looked at Sorrel like she was a piece of meat. Sorrel knew Vernon and his friends weren't normal even though they acted like it. Even without knowing exactly what normal was, Sorrel knew those adults weren't it. As a result, Sorrel wasn't surprised when she turned six and they tried to rape her.

It was only due to her magic and will that Sorrel not only managed to keep that from happening, but also killed Vernon with his gaggle of cronies. Now, she didn't kill him herself. No her magic summoned someone to do it for her.

Sorrel shivered violently as she curled in on herself. Vernon approached her with glee in his pig-like eyes as his friends sniggered loudly. Sorrel didn't want this. All she wanted to do was be free of this situation and to never face it again. Something inside of her began to burn as Sorrel pleaded for anyone or anything to help her. As Vernon drew near, Sorrel shouted both inwardly and outwardly, "ANYONE PLEASE HELP ME!"

Immediately whatever was burning inside of her lept out of her skin, Sorrel could feel it withering through the air as a hotter energy seemed to touch it. Sorrel couldn't hear Vernon or his friend's over the roaring in her ears. She could barely feel his thick fingers touch her hair for all of a second before they vanished. All Sorrel could feel was the hotter energy swirl around with the energy that had come from her. She felt something seep into her skull and heard a slightly husky voice whisper, "A child called to me? Well you're an interesting one. What is your name?" Sorrel couldn't speak over the energy though it didn't seem to matter to the voice, "Sorrel. Now that is a good name. Such interesting magic despite being so young," Sorrel whimpered softly feeling something shove her into the wall and meaty fists grasp at her limbs, "Oh dear, I can see why you called for help though why I of all beings was to hear it I do not know. Oh well, you're interesting enough. I think I'll save you and keep you. Would you like that? You'd be away from these animals and I'd make sure you were properly cared for," Sorrel didn't try to voice her answer only thought it, "Good. We'll make a proper pact once I've take care of these animals."

The hotter energy rushed away from hers and Sorrel was dimly aware of herself falling to the floor as the meaty hands that had grasped her vanished. Sorrel laid still as the burning energy began to calm and return to her skin where it settled. Sorrel felt something warm splash against her cheek, but ignored it for the moment as she struggled to get back her breath. Once she could breath properly, Sorrel opened her eyes though she couldn't remember shutting them and immediately felt a little sick at the sight of the corpses that were settled around the room. Blood dripped from their bodies as their bludgeoned heads, Sorrel felt her empty stomach turn a little just as she heard a scream, "Let me go you freak!"

Turning her head, Sorrel's eyes widened at the sight of Vernon being held on the ground by what looked like balloon strings. Standing over his struggling body, a tall being baring the looks of a jester in colors of teal, blue, and magenta grinned as he held a massive hammer. He had bright neon blue hair styled in three large ponytails that had bells on the ends. He let out a laugh that would've sent chills down Sorrel's spine had it been any other situation. All Sorrel felt when he laughed was a comforting warmth that settled in her heart. When the jester spoke, it was with the same voice from before, "You're calling me a freak when you're the one about the rape a child with your buddies? I may eat people and enjoy feasting on children, but I don't rape anyone," The jester leaned down and smirked at him, "I am going to enjoy killing you the most."

"Let me-" Vernon's demand was cut off with a loud bang followed by a scream of pain.

The jester had smashed Vernon's hand with his hammer. When the jester lifted it up, Sorrel was surprised to see that one of the hands that always punched her had been smashed to a pulp with one swing of that hammer. Sorrel watched as the jester continued to turn Vernon's limbs into a pulp until only the walrus' head was left. The jester grinned, "Any last words?"

"G-go t-to hell," Vernon gasped out.

"Born there, lived there, had fun torturing people like you," The jester proceeded to crush Vernon's head with his hammer before turning towards Sorrel revealing his bright pinkish red eyes, "Well I've taken care of the trash. Now shall we work out that pact?"

"P-pact?" Sorrel stuttered as he walked towards her.

"A pact is an agreement between two or more parties," He set down his hammer and bent down to look at her, "Normally in order to create a pact with someone like me, you'd have to do a ritual of some sort that would call me. Your magic bypassed that,"

"M-magic?" Sorrel murmured the word that had been forbidden in Number Four for as long as she could remember, "Magic is real?"

"As real as the air we breath and the blood leaking out of those bodies," The jester settled down on his knees in front of her, "My name is Candy Pop and I'm what's known as an Incubus which is a type of demon,"

Sorrel felt a flash of fear as she could distinctly remember hearing what the other kids that went to Sunday school said about demons. Along with fear, Sorrel felt a bit of curiosity. Demons hurt and killed people. While Candy Pop had done that to Vernon and his friends, he hadn't hurt her. Sorrel swallowed, "A-are you going to kill me?"

"Perhaps one day," Candy Pop shrugged as he reached out to touch her cheek making Sorrel flinch a little, "Only if you become uninteresting. Now, how about that pact?"

Sorrel frowned slightly and considered telling him no. He was going to kill her, but he'd also saved her from being raped. Even at her young age, Sorrel knew how bad rape was. Candy Pop had killed Vernon and Petunia would assume that Sorrel had something to do with it. Sorrel knew that as soon as Petunia found out, she'd been in a lot of trouble and might even be killed by someone because of it. Sorrel looked at Candy Pop and considered it. At the least, Sorrel would know who was killing her and when it was likely coming to her. Not to mention, he could teach her more about her magic. Finally, Sorrel nodded, "A-alright."

"Good!" Candy Pop grinned and pulled her into a sitting position, "Now, we have a few things that need to be done before we seal this little pact of ours. First and foremost, we need to go over details. What do you want out of this?"

"A home away from here and to be take care of," Sorrel immediately told him, "Training to keep something like this from happening again. I want to learn how to use my magic and just what it can do. I want to travel and never go hungry again," Sorrel looked into his eyes, "I want to be protected until it's time for you to kill me. I do not want to be lied to,"

"Done," Candy Pop's grin widened, "I want you to listen only to me and whoever I tell you to listen to," Sorrel nodded lightly, "I want you to stay by my side unless I tell you otherwise," Sorrel nodded again though she hesitated a little, "I want you to tell me the truth no matter how much you may not want to," Sorrel nodded again, "And lastly, I'm the only one allowed to touch you in the way these guys were about to,"

Sorrel's eyes widened briefly before she asked, "Only if I want you to?"

Candy Pop hummed and tapped his chin before nodding, "Sure, but regardless, I'm the only one allowed to do it."

"A-alright," Sorrel agreed, "Now what?"

Candy Pop waved his hand and created a knife before cutting his palm, "Give me your hand," Sorrel did so and winced as he cut her palm before pressing them together, "Repeat after me, 'I, Sorrel Dorea Potter, do swear to do my best to keep to the pact and never stay from it so long as I shall live. If someone manages to get me to stray, Candy Pop is to be told and allowed to dish out punishment as he sees fit'."

Sorrel repeated his words, "So it has been said, so it shall always be until time itself is unwound and the creator destroys all of what he has made. So mote it be."

Sorrel felt the warmth within her rise up and felt the blazing hot energy of Candy Pop meet it. Sorrel watched with wide eyes as the multicolored energy of Candy Pop rose out of his skin along with a silvery blue energy that rose from her own. The energies mingled before turning into a ribbon that settled on their joined hands before sinking into their skin. When it had faded, Candy Pop let go of her hand and Sorrel was surprised to find not even a trace of any wound on her hand. Candy Pop stood up and held out a hand after picking up his hammer, "Now, we'll finish the rest back in my home. Once that is done, you'll probably pass out. Is there anything you want to take with you?"

Sorrel paused and thought about the things she'd hid in her cupboard, "A blanket, a stuffed wolf, and the pretty silver chain in my cupboard."

Candy Pop nodded as Sorrel grabbed his hand, "I'll have my twin sister get them. Now, you need to hold on tight and close your eyes. I've been told this type of travel is very uncomfortable to most."

Sorrel tightened her grip on his hand and squeaked as he lifted her up. Somehow, she managed to grab hold of his neck and hide her face there. Candy Pop chuckled as Sorrel closed her eyes tightly. Moments later, Sorrel felt pressure in all directions as whispered hisses filled her ears and a chilly wind swept across her bare skin.

Sorrel was taken from her memories when she heard, "Sorrel~"

Looking down, Sorrel spotted the very jester she was thinking about walking along the stone pathway leading towards the forest that connected Candy Pop and Candy Cane's realm to the forest of Slenderman. Sorrel smiled lightly and dropped down, "Poppy."

Candy Pop grinned at her, "What were you doing up there, Sorrel?"

"Thinking about how we met," Sorrel informed him earning a wide grin, "What's up, Poppy?"

"Slenderman's calling for us. Apparently there's something going on that has to do with the younger magical users," Candy Pop reached out and wrapped an around her shoulders while resuming walking towards the forest.

"Ah," Sorrel felt his fingers brush against the tri-colored jester hat that marked her as his and shivered slightly at the warmth that ran down her spine, "Who else will be there?"

"I have no clue, but I suppose we'll find out soon enough," Candy Pop looked down at her, "Still can't believe it's been 5 years since you called me,"

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten bored," Sorrel replied since he always seemed to get bored with his victims within the first two months of knowing them.

Candy Pop grinned and mused her hair, "You just keep coming up with new things that interest me. Not to mention, you're useful when it comes to getting my victims to come to me."

Sorrel smiled slightly while swatting a his hand, "Not the hair, Cane would kill me if I got her work messed up."

Candy Pop dropped his hand back to her neck as they walked into the forest. A shiver ran down her spine as they walked through the gateway to the ark. Somehow, Sorrel had a feeling things would be changing soon.