"This Child is my Decendent"

The room stood silent as those words rang out. The very air stood still. "Please tell me you really are being serious, For I am certainly no amused by your statement. I am the king of this realm and you wish to tell me that this soul is not even supposed to be here?"

The woman looked so thin she could pass as a skeleton but even in that state she heald a beauty and prescence that none dared to challenge. "King Crowley, You now who I am and what I do. So let me be clear that yes this is the child of my descendants and yes he should not be here. I fear hi lot in life was pushed even beyond our limits of mercy. He took his own life and now I am here to try and give him back that which he deserves. I ask of you to aid me by taking him in as one of your own and raising him to be great even if it is here in the Underworld. You are the King of the Underworld but I am greater."

The massive creature looked down at the small childs soul in her arms with a frown. Let it not be said he was heartless. The mere fact this boy looked less than the four years he had lived. The strange dark spot on his head also bothered the King. Careully he pulled out the extra energy and stared at it closely.

"Lilith.. I think its time to raise a new Lord of the ancient House of Crowly. And see if you can locate the rest of this soul, it seems someone is trying to avoid the enevitable. Lady Death, I will send my agents to collect his property and to deal with the goblins regarding his return to the mortal realm if need be. Tell me his name."

She smiled and looked down at the child in her arms. The decendant of her soul that once graced the mortal realm, "He was called Harry Potter."

The woman that stood before the goblins made them tremble. Her power was bearly contained as she spook in their tonge. # I am here to speak to the one incharge of the Potter accounts. And to see who was to be the gardian of the last of the Potters. You know who I am so do not test me.#

The clerk smiply nodded as he closed his booth and escorted the woman to the back halls. The wizarding world was about to be placed in a very bad light by the end of the day and a certain old manipulater was going to find out that death was the beginning of the next great aventure or nightmare. Too bad for him that he was going to do a lot of regreting before he would find that out...

7 years later the office of one Deputy Headmaster Minerva Magonnigal received a very odd returned letter. She was in charge of the Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcrafts attendance and registration letters. For her to receive back a letter written on some form of strange parchment that made her uneasy was a very unprecedented event. She carfully opened the wax seal noting the crest as well as the title of Lord Crowley...

To The sender of this letter...

I Lord Crowley do find this in poor taste as the letter for your school has arrived at my domain addressed to one Harry James Potter. I for one am very disapointed in you and you peers if this is in any way a prank. I am greatly appaled that this letter is addressed to someone who has passed on from the Mortal realm on August 3 1983. at 12:43 AM. His body was located at #4 privet Drive Surry Little Whining England. The details of his passing should have come to you attention as I was informed his child was some sort of Hero to you wizarding community.

I am a young lord but I have been happily enrolled in the GrimSpire Acadamy of the Magical Arts. Since I was six. Please undersatnd my postion to this grevious error on your part and do not bother commit such an act again.

Sincerely

Lord Harold Deathson Crowley.-Perevelle

P.S Please look up the Treaty of Emrys in 528 with the House of Crowley to better understand why upsetting us is not in anyones best interest. I believe all Goblin Nation Banks have a copy to review.

The older woman read the letter twice before looking at the address on the admittance letter.

Harry James Potter

Pvt. Chambers

GrimSpire Acadamy

?

The last part was odd as every letter contained exact in formation on where to locate a child. Her focus soon came to the fact that the address was to This unknown Academy. Being a Professor herself she decided to look into this treaty and headed right away to the Floo get to Gringotts.

After a few minutes she was carefully reading a copy of the Treaty of Emry's and noticed the wording repeatedly stated Mortal realm and Domain of Crowley. After a few minutes she simply could not fathom what was realy going on. To her fortune one of the Goblins was a bit understanding to her plight.

"Perhaps the thing your not getting is that the House of crowley is simply a fromal name for the King of Hell and all its denizens. A lord is one who is allowed direct connection to the King. And as we are to understand, Harold is the future King in training. Be it well past our age to see that ascention to royalty it is still a very big deal. I do hope your asteemed Headmaster does not try to press the issue with the House of Crowley as a certain mortal wizard once lerned the hard way 'Let the domain of demons be left alone no matter what'!"

Later that evening she approched the headmasters office with a folder of the information she was able to arrange. "Albus, tell me right now and don't give me any half truths or redirects. Where is Harry Potter?"

The old wizard looked at her closely as he frowned. No grandfatherly appearance or twinkling eyes could hide his pain. "Minerva, why do you ask this? I said before he is being cared for and that it is not something we should be discussing. He will be here for the sorting and we can then talk about anything that needs attention." His smile never reached his eyes as he looked over at the shelf full of gadgets that once monitered the boy. They all stopped years ago and when he decided to look into why, he was greatly disappointed in the Dursleys for what he found. He knew it would be a matter of time to find the boy and of course the Hogwarts letter woud be able to d so as well.

Minerva Magonnigal was not happy with that reply. " You have one more chance to tell me the truth Albus Dumbledore, where is Mr Harry James Potter?."

He looked at her with his aged eyes and tried to use his Legimency to find out what she was implying. "DON'T! I thought you better than that but I see a lot of things clearly at this point. You have two hours to give me an answer or you can explain it al to the DMLE as there are several legal documents currently in question regarding Mr Potter." She slammed the folder on his desk as she stormed out of the office.

He slowly opened the folder t see right on top a was a police report for muggle investigators regarding the death of a child found at #4 Private Drive, under it was the Ministry for Magics offical copy of the Magical Gardianship and certain parts where circled as they where blank. And none of them had Albus as the Gardian in any shape or form. He looked at the last pieces of parchment and nearly fell out of his chair. The reply from a Lord Crowley and a copy of the treaty.

The nearly barren field was a kilometer wide and the only form of activity was a nightmarish version of a centaur fighting a rather healty looking eleven year old. The boy was holding his own using spells and wepaons that appeared out of the air. "Not bad Byron, but your still not trying hard enough, I said before that she will only respect you if your willing to go over your own limits. You have yet to draw even a scratch on me and your older than her."

The beast growled out as he swung a massive axe down missing the boy by a foot. "I know this, why do you think I keep challenging you. No one is as close to her level as you so I hve to be as good as you if not better. Now start fighting seriously." The beast swung the axe at great speeds and moved with agility og its form. The boy was grinning as he deflected blows and countered the maigcal blasts.

"This is not a good day for intruders." He said absentmindedly. "Byron move left, jump to back defense!" The Great beast did as instructed without pause as a flame appeared right where he was standing a bit ago. An old man holding on to a Pheonix. Before the man could speak He was hit with Silencer, a Body Bind , and then trapped in a large skeletal hand from the ground. The black stone making the hand shifted till one finger tip was poisd right over the follish mans heart.

"I am in no mood for games. State you business inside my Domain or die. That spell will pierce yur heart if you lie to me. It will also tighten with every halftruth you speak." With a wave of his hand the silencer was removed. The old man looked around to see if hie bird could get him out but it seemed he was not going that route. Fawkes was perched on a nearby stone work that looked like a bird stand.

"I am Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot of the British Ministry of Magic..."

"FOR, how hard is it to properly remember the title of your own government? It was introduced as the Ministry FOR Magic per the treaty of 1692 with the mortal Royalty of England. Now I care not who you are. WHY are you here in my domain uninvited?" The boy looked at the fool with cold eyes that glowed the color of the AK curse. "I will only as you once more."

"I am here to find Harry Potter...URK." The hand tightened around the man. "Harry my boy...URK.. please stop this foolish.." He started to have trouble breating. The boy grinned coldly.

"You will never adress my as 'Harry' and especialy not as 'Your boy'. I am Lord Harold Deathson Crowley. Son to the King of this realm and You have blatently decided to tresspass as well as insult me and my house. In two days time you will convien your wizengamot and prepare to defend your actions. I had thought the letter was a foul prank but to personal come here to continue it was in the worst taste. We may be demons and denizens but the loss of an innocent child is a great travesy to us. Be Prepared to defend not only your actions but your souls as well. AS per the Treaty!"

Harry petted the firebird as it nuzzled into his hand. The old man was losing his light and the bird was afriad it may never find peace when the bond shatered but this young man was like a sun in the darkness. This light was exacty what he was hoping for. "Take him back and return if you wish but be warned, my wife might just pamper you when she sees you."

The phoenix did as told and watched ad the now wheezing man was trying to gather himself for the coming days. It returned to the boy and as was warned the lovly young girl with him quickly fell in love with the bird. "So my dear loving husband..."

"I fear each time you start a sentence like that but I still humor you, please do tell whats on your mind."

"This lovely thing here will need some Fireberries and a new perch, Oh and something for its burning day..." Harry looked at the bird with a grin.

"Looks like your staying as long as you want. SO lets be clear. Don't bring the coot and enjoy the attention."

Trial 1 (A/N ANY words starting and ending with ^ are forced truths)

The day had arrived and soon many members were heading into the Chambers for an Emergency session. Director Amilia Bones of the DMLE was looking over the file in front of her with a scowl. The Minister for Magic Fudge was unclear as to what was happening and his Undersecratery looked equally puzzled. Many of the Lords and Ladies and Proxies had taken their seats as the chamber doors opened and in walked a goblin in a Buisness suit, two children looking barely 15, and a middle age man that looked like a well dressed rouge in a black suit with a red undershirt.

"The goatee is a bit too much father but it is quite the look." The boy said as he and the girl stepped in to the center area. She took to the visitor section as the men all headed to the tables in the middle. The boy scowled as he saw the one called Dumbledore in the stands. "Forgive my ignorance but I was to asume any party being accused of a crime was not allowed to hold a seat in the wizengamot until the charges are droped or punishiment served?"

The crowd looked at the child as the man simply sat down and leaned back in a neutral posture. Many took note that his chair shifter to look more regal and fitting.

Amilia Bones looked at the Chief worlock with a frown. "Albus Dumbledore, He is correct, you are to take your place in the defendants seats. Where is you legal advisor?" She knew his game and even his next words but a part of her also knew this was not going to go his way. The man seemed almost bored to even be here and yet she knew he was in a position that would allow him to act quickly if needed. Many questions formed in her mind but for now she simply needed to get thing started.

"I shall be my own council and I ask that Minister Fudge take over the proceedings..."

"Objection to the request. As this is a legal proceeding then your Law Enforcement Director should preside over this. Not a paid politition. Mr. Fangbreaker can produce the Ministry laws to prove this fact if you wish to challenge it." Teh boy looked on coldly at the adults. Someone off to the side raised her wand and agreed to that fact.

Amilia simpley looked as impassive as she could. " I, Amilia Bones as acting chief worlock for this emergency session of the wizengamt due call these procedings into order. This session is due to the charges of criminal tresspassing, repeated acts of disrepect to a Most Ancient and Most Noble house as well as possible attempt to break an Ancient treaty in regards to a very ancient House of Crowley. The plantiff is one Lord Harold Deathson Crowly-Perevell with legal advisor and guest. The defendant is one Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore self council. Lord Crowley Your opening remarks please.."

"Hem Hem.. exactly what is going on here and why is this child speaking for Lord Crowley?"

The pink amid a sea of black was a perfect reason to hate this woman but her words and the forced sound of her voice was also in the running. Harold looked at her with a cold almost dead gaze that made even the Darkest families shiver. "As stated..I, LORD Crowley, son of King S. L. Crowley of the Domain of Makai. Do wish to bring legal action against this man for his misdeeds. Also I wish to state one thing very clearly..." He raised his hand into the air as his magic swirled around him. "BY the magic of the Treaty of Emery's I here by active the anti-agression and Truth Wards of the British Ministry for Magic. So mote it BE."

The room lit up like a mid day rainbow and then slowly dimmed as multiple runes around the walls glowed and spun. The very chamber hummed with energy as the wards flared to life from their long dorment sleep.

The pink toad of a woman sneered at the display. "What did you do? Aurors arrest his for tampering with the wards of the Wizengamot chambers..."

"I activated the truth and anti-agression wards that were dorment. What is your name and did you know that these ward already existed?" The boy asked.

"Dolores Umbridge, and ^yes I knew about them. Why else would I be upset you activated them^." her face turned white as the words left her lips. She did not mean to say any of that. The aurors looked at here with glares as she was about to have them act on false information.

" As you can see from now on till the trial is over, all questions will be answerd truthfully. I also advise that no one try to cast any form of magic on another person as that will be most..unpleasent. Now for my opening remarks before being rudely interr..."

"Hemm hemm...What proof do you hve that you are in fact a lord as our laws clearly state you cannot claim such until you reach the age of minority." The smug look on her face was soon removed as copies of the verification from the Unspeakables was sent by the goblin to all in attendance. The fact that Harold was holding up his hand with fingers spread and pointed down with both Lordship rings on also made it clear that he was in fact a Lord. This was beginning to anoy the toad.

"I will ask that should this Ministry employee speak out of turn again, that she be removed from the trial. Also I ask that she be detained upon removal by the Aurors incase she is needed for questioning in this trial."

The older woman with the vulture on her hat lit her wand again. When recognized as Madam Longbottom, she seconded the request as Umbridge was not following proper etiqet for the trial.

Harold looked around the room for any other issues. "The charges are Due to this man sending a letter addressed to a deceased person. I had sent a reply to said letter as well as in forming one Deputy Headmaster and relayed to her to review said Treaty of Emery's. The man later appeared using a phoenix to enter our domain uninvited looking for said deceased person. He then dissrespected my house by addressing me as and I quote..'his boy'. The actions can be considered a breach to the Treay. Here is a copy of said treay for each of you. As my right of Lord I ask that this not be allowed to happen again by an member of this Magical Community. I seek to ensure that his action are his alone and will not be repeated."

Amilia looked at the boy as he sat down and looked over the page in front of her. She already received all th needed information from Minerva but the fact the Lord broght it for all to see was going to help.

Dumble dore stood up and smiled at the collective. "My fellow Wizengamot members, I see no reason that this could be considered anything but a missunderstanding. I was only trying to locate a future student of Hogwarts as this... Lord , was the one to reply to the letter. I was unaware of this Treaty of Emery's until ^just before I had Fawkes flame me there^." Albus frownd at the words as he realized even his Occulency skills did not deter these Truth Wards, he really needed to study them to deal with this in the future. He wandlessly cast a compultion spell on the main group and temporary chief warlock to believe he was not in the wrong on this issue.

(BOOM) A lightning bolt blasted into Albus knocking him off his feet. The young lord sighed very loudly. "For the record I did say ANY magic cast on another during this trial would be very unpleasent. As I too am trained in wandless arts I can vouch to the fact that the so called 'leader of the light' had just tried to wandlessly manipulate the judge and jury. I would refraim from doing so again as that was the only warning shot you get."

Albus picked himself up and looked around at the shocked faces. He certainly was not going to be compulsing anyone in here today. "As I was saying this can be considered a missunderstanding. Perhaps an arrangement can be met to satisfy all parties?" He sat down suddenly realizing his age and that zap did not agree. His hip was hurting and his fingers tremored.

Amilia looked around to jude the room. "Lord Crowly-Perevell, His actions show reason that you are holding more informaton. May I ask the name of whom this deceased child is?"

A copy of a parchment went to all persons as the Lord simply and clearly stated, "Harry James Potter!"

Chaos ensued as the Record of Death, with a Minisrty Seal, was placed before them. Albus looked around in shock, but inside he was seething, He knew this had to be a ruse to hide Potter. He also had to play this carefully as the young Lord was running this trieal but the older one seated with him ws also key for some reason. "Objection but until that information is confirmed by..." A second form was disbursed as proof of validity by the Unspeakables.

"Cheif Worlock I think the Idea of a satisfactory ending to this is to simply punish the guilty party, o and any investigation of ALL activities of the Magical gaurdian of Mr Potter as well." He paused to let those sink in as the older man leaned forward to wisper something. "One more thing...As the current Lord Perevell I also hereby demand Albus Dumble dore return both Perevell family items to me by the end of the day."

This caused confustion till a certain toad finally cracked. "HEMM HEMM what exactly is it you believe Belongs to you that is in Albus Dumbledore's posession?"

"The Elder Wand, And the Perevell Invisability Cloak, passed down the Potter line and ws to be returned to the Potter vaults upon their deths till the next Lord reached majority. As per the will. AS the last Potter is deceased and per the Treaty of Emery's and houses decended from a Crowly will revert all vaults to the ancestor line upon death of a decendent line. Thus as a Perevell I have had acess to all Potter vaults and investments. There is also a contract with the goblins to that effect exactly for the Perevell artifacts."

"Surely you don't believe in the story of the Deathly Hollows?" The old coot was shocked at what was happening and the fact that he could be legal forced to give up his prizes. He was to be the Master of Death not this unkown factor.

"Incipit primum tactum mortis.(life begins at death's first touch.) the moto of the Perevell family originaly. We do not fear death but those three fools did so the legends were born about this Master of Death hogwash. Death is our Past and our future, our fate is to return to her embrace as we leave for the next life. But enough about us. Will the Wizengamot Comply with our request?"

Bones and Fudge looked ready to pass out at the implications, The leader of the light broke the law knowingly, the savior of the wizarding world was dead, and this Lord Crowly-Perevell was saying that the great chief worlock was in possesion of items not belonging to him. The reports were going to eat them alive after all this came out. Fudge was doing everything he coud think of to spin this in his favor.

In one last push to gain some control Albus decided to play a hidden card. "The cloak is in my office at Hogwarts. Perhaps we could discuss an extra incentive, How would you like to attend Hogwarts and finish your schooling at the best wizarding school in the UK?" He smiled as he refraimed from trying another compulsion spell.

"You will return the Cloak and the Wand or you will be locked out of your vaults and denied all services from Gringotts in any country. As per thecontract with Gringotts. As for your offer I will allow a one year trial to see how it compares to GrimSpire. My wife and I will need accomidations as well. Madam Bones as to the rest of the punishments, that is up to the this Body of Law at this point."

The goblin stood and looked around the room. "Before the vote please note that all illegally assigned proxies will be vacated from their chairs as to ensure a fair voting. Would the head of the DMLE also note who they are as part of her future investigtions into illegal actions. Gringotts will make all legal forms for approved proxies availible upon request." With those words seven people were flung out of their seats. Noticably were the Potter, Black, Gaunt, Gryphindore, and even Slytherin. The other two lesser houses were of neutral alignment and that was also cause for alarm.

The court resessed for the review of all evidence and Dumbledore was confined to the side chambers under supervision of some one Amilia trusted, and a Goblin Gaurd as insurance that he did not try to move the contact outside assistance. On the other side chambers was Lord Crowly-Perevell, the older man and the girl who accompanied them. Three aurors and two goblins were there to ensure they to did not leave.

The goblins grined as the girl produced a bag of Jerky for the men and herself while the aroma was causing the auror's stomaches to growl. They jumped as a flame burst into the room with a phoenix holing a bottle appeared. "Father its time for your medicine and no arguing or I will have Fawkes here get mom." The bird was being cuddled and petted as the boy spoke. Grudgingly the man took the bottle and downed it. "Good now you wont have people collapsing from your magical prescence for another couple hours." This caused the gaurds to worry.

One hour later the trial resumed. "I, Amilia Bones as head of the DMLE and acting Chief Worlock, call a vote for the trial of Crowly-Perevell v. Dumbledore. Please lit you wands for finding Albus Dumbledore guilty of tresspassing on foreign domain, willful disrepect for adeceased party, and theft of a deceased party's property." 2/3rds of the room lit up.

" At this time we find one Albus Dumbledore guilty, he is to be fined 20,000 galleons to the House of Crowly-Perevell, return the requested items, he will pay for the one year term at Hogwarts for Lord and Lady Crowly-Perevell, and until a full investigation is completed, he will be suspended from his title of Chief Worlock."

Albus Grudgingly drew the Elder wand from his robes. His mind going through all his otions as the young lord held out his hand with cold indifference.

"ADVADA KADAVA!"

Last time:

Albus grudgingly drew the Elder wand from his robes. His mind going through all his options as the young lord held out his hand with cold indifference.

"ADVADA KADAVA!"

Trials Part 2

It all happened in an instant. One of the men ejected from their seats had cast the Killing curse right at dumbledore. Before he could even dodge, Lord Crowley stepped into the line of fire. Taking the curse directly in the chest as a lightning bolt slammed into the man with enough power to exit from his back. The smell of burnt fabric and flesh wafted through the room as everyone stared at the young man.

"Well, so much for my new suit. I actually liked this one, it had just the right feel to it. Oh and I did warn you all about those anti-agression wards. Perhaps I will leave those on and the truth wards that way the aws can be upheld. Now for you..."

Harold reached down and ripped off the left sleeve to expose the Dark Mark on the man's arm. "Oh Look at that. I have not seen such a pitifull Soul Binding/Branding Mark in a while...lets see here.. ok linked magic with leech ability, impulse affect and summoning affect, pain enhancer, loyalty enforcer with magic limiter. Basic submission and slave set-up. I take it this is a reminent of that so called Dark lord we heard about. Well tis a pity this one is nt going to survive."

As he finished his words a large bone like staff with a curved blade appeared. He slammed the blade into the mans chest then slowly pulled it out with a flailing spirit attached. "A gift for you mother." a hole opened beside the staff as a skeletal hand reached out an accepted the staff and spirit.

A woman's voice was heard beyond the hole. "No one cheats Death. No One!"

The room stayed silent as Dumbledore watched on in pity for the man. Finnaly he broke the silence. "You did not have to kill him, we could have saved him we could have made him see the error of the path he was on... And How are you still alive we all saw the Curse hit you."

"My Dear old fool. None can be saved unless they truly wish it. His soul was black and his heart was lost. He had nothing to save. As for the 'Killing curse' as you call it, it's called the 'soul release spell' and it cannot work on one whose soul is protected by Death herself."

With that the three strangers left the room as the Lords and Ladies found their voices. Albus smiled as he realised he still had his wand...that was until Fawkes flamed in and snatched it from his hand before heading out toward the Crowleys.

KiloBeta: I have a couple more chapters so please be patient before i load them. let me know if you like it so far. And NO Harry is not GODLIKE, He just has better training and better control of his magic. I will also do a crack fic with a female Harry potter eventually. my better half requested it and is giving me ideas, I may just add them as Omakes here.