Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Family of the Demon King ❯ Meet The Parents ( Chapter 3 )

Meet The Parents

 

 

 

 

“Mum, Dad, please try to understand.” Hermione tried to say as Harry was crushing her waist with his arms. “Harry could you loosen your grip some more?”

 

“Why should we, we have a premature grandchild, a daughter who is hardly sixteen who is giving us this grandchild!” her father said his fist clenching the arm of the couch. His wife did the same exact thing.

 

“Must you two bigots really clamp your tentacles around love?” Tarin asked his arms folded across his chest as he lay on his back on the desk, his head hanging upside-down off the desk as Dumbledore watched all the face but Tarin's as the words rang out, in his arm chair.

 

“Love? There is no love, just teen foolishness.” The Mother said glaring daggers at Tarin. “You aren't keeping this baby Hermione.”

 

“WHAT?” Came Harry and Hermione's reply as Tarin cringed from the pitch.

 

“YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY BABY!” Hermione's fangs grew out and her faces snarled.

 

“I am not taking it I am killing it! You are getting an abortion.”

 

Tarin's face lost all color whatsoever and as soon as you could flip a coin a sword came out of no where aimed at Hermione's Mom's throat. The sword was thick and blood red, stained, even the hilt was red with blood! The center was knotted and bubbled, filled with veins of running blood and pulsing senses. Wires of thick red skin connecting the sword to his wrists and arms.

 

His eyes even more crimson than before and his face pale beyond reason, he looked ghastly and scared. “You will not touch this baby. You come near her or the baby, and I will kill you on the spot.” He looked down at the cowering couple and gulped.

 

His arm fell with the sword, it digging into the stone easily. “I need to calm down. This meeting is down for now, send them home.” Tarin said and the sword disappeared in his wrist. No one got up. “NOW!” he roared and everyone jumped to go back to daily routines. Even Dumbledore jumped to do paperwork.

 

Harry and Hermione ran down the steps to the breakfast hall, passing Snape, who gave a confused glance as the two high tailed it out of there. The confusion was realized as Tarin came down, his head sunk, he wasn't in the greatest of moods. Snape quickly made a good decision and walked, swiftly, away.

 

In the breakfast hall the two finally calmed down, and managed to eat something, Harry having no hints of his little spasm earlier, Tarin was really grateful he gave that ring to Harry, or he would never have gone berserk like that.

 

Ron looked at the two love birds with a unique glance, they looked frightened and tired all at once. Then he saw Tarin come into the hall. Question answered. Luna, being Luna, leaned over Ron's shoulder, standing behind him and asked why the two looked like that. All Ron did was point at Tarin's obviously sour mood. His head slightly drooped, his eyes glowing an even brighter red and dust picking up, swirling slightly around him, like a small wind storm, and when Draco Malfoy came into view, teasing Sadie, the dust just ran rampant, reaching the ceiling and sending hair and clothing whipping around on people.

 

Harry and Hermione Ducked down as Tarin slowly made his way to the obnoxious boy. You know what they say, misery loves company. But as soon as he was on spell length (which left to his own devices would have been about the width of the world) Sadie got up and went up to the teacher's table. She pushed herself up, her face monotonous and Stared straight into the eyes of Dumbledore. “Yes Sadie?” he asked, taking in a spoonful of cereal. How he managed to get to the breakfast hall before Tarin was way beyond anyone else.

 

“Can I request a wizarding duel?” She asked. Then, with Tarin's keen hearing, hit him like a ton of bricks. This FAKE demon king was still around, looking for the most powerful wizards to absorb, the perfect bait, an inter school wizarding tournament.

 

“I don't think so Sadie, first years aren't generally allowed to show up older students.”

 

“I implore you to reconsider Albus. You remember what I'm looking for?” Tarin asked, standing over his daughter, clawed hand pressing to the table.

 

Albus nodded and smiled, killing two birds with one stone, Sadie's barely stanched anger and power, and Tarin's blood thirst. “I suppose I could arrange an all school wizarding duel tournament.”

 

“No. It has to be interschool. Draw him out so I can finally slay him!” he said a little too loud, letting some students hear and Arda and the rest of the staff, who already knew of the situation.

 

“I'll see what I can do.” Albus nodded , already writing a letter for more headmasters and mistresses to read. “But where will we host it?”

 

“I'll increase space and time in a field. I'll make a stadium, if I could take down the spare magic that has surrounded this place, making a stadium is nothing.” He went back, his shirt open in the front revealing the shirt underneath, plain white. The shirt end flapped as he walked fast, people watching him go, whispering, as he picked up Arda by the hips, easily and set her back down on his lap.

 

He looked down and saw there was already food on a plate for him. He smiled, kissed his lovely wife and bent his neck she could have her breakfast. Halfway through Albus held a letter in his hand standing up. “And now we have something special to introduce to the on going theme of events from the past few years. An interschool Dueling tournament! Yes, we all know you-know-who is permanently disposed of, but death eaters still run rampant, without the dark lord to hold back the slightly weaker wizards, of also just as evil standards. So dueling strength is required. And now we have the Dueling Tournament to train for. One person from each house may enter said Tournament. Trails shall be placed after Quiditich try out in the quiditch field.” Sadie gave a very evil demonic smile to Draco, who gulped. “All students must try out.”

 

Tarin gave a satisfied chuckle as Draco's empty head fell onto the table in a loud thunk. “You're certainly happy.” Arda said and then Noticed Harry scarfing down his meal. “The ring take affect?”

 

“Yes it did.