It was a typical day for Saetan SaDiablo, the High Lord of Hell.  Well, typical for him at least.  He’d warned the wolf pups to say out of Mrs. Beale’s garden.  Again.  His Eyrien son, Lucivar and his adopted daughter Jaenelle had squabbled again, which got Lucivar tackled by 800Lbs of angry Arcerain cat named Kaelas.  Now tucked safely away in his study he sighed looking at the stacks of paperwork that needed to be dealt with.  Trouble always seemed to follow him.  He poignantly looked down at the Sceltie dog, Ladvarian who lay at his feet.  *Why are you here if I may ask and not with Jaenelle?*  He sent on a spear thread.  Ladvarian only lifted his head and let out a doggy whine, which meant Jaenelle must still be annoyed with something.  Or more likely with Lucivar.  How are they going to deal with each other for the duration of Lucivar's contract?  Saetan mused to himself.  An almost polite knock came to the study door.  A quick probe told him it was his butler Beale.  Opening the door with craft he let his golden eyes fix on the man.  “What is it Beale?”  He asked neutrally.
“A boy has asked for an audience with you High Lord.”  Beale replied.  Lifting an arched eyebrow the High Lord stacked the papers on his desk and folded his fingers together, laying them on his desk.
“A boy?  Did he tell you his name?”  Saetan asked annoyed that his butler would not know.
“All he said was that you would know.”  Beale replied.  Saetan narrowed his eyes slightly.  Why would he know a boy that was so insolent that he would not even give his own name?
“Send him in then.”  He replied.  Nodding Beale retreated.  Wondering who the boy was Saetan stood up and rounded his desk to sit on the corner of it.  When Beale re-entered the boy followed.  He had to be no older than the boyos when he first met them.  But this one felt different.  Not Blood but not laden either.  And defiantly not a half-Blood either.
“Are you the Dark Lord?”  The boy asked with defiance glittering in his eyes.
“Yes.”  Saetan replied believing that the boy had just combined two of his titles together in error.
“Well you are not what I remember.”  The boy replied widening his stance.  Shaking his head Saetan merely rounded his desk intent on continuing his paperwork.
“Who are you boy?”  He asked a hint of a growl in his voice.
“You should know who I am.  You nearly killed me as a baby.”  He replied angrily.  The boy lifted a stick that was glowing at the end and sent a bolt of light towards the Saetan.  Shielding himself, the High Lord deflected the insolent attack with ease.  Angry at the boy for this he snapped a Black shield around him.
“You are a fool.”  Saetan crooned.  He broke into the boy’s inner barriers with ease and found his name and who the boy thought his was.  No matter this Harry Potter decided to have a pissing contest with him and lost.  But the boy was still defiant.  So to solve the problem the Saetan burned the boy with witchfire.  When the boy was nothing but ashes he released the shield and let the dust fall into a pile on the rug.  “Well I best clean that up before Helena finds out about this.”  He replied more concerned with his housekeeper’s reaction to a pile of human ashes than the boy whose life he took.  Vanishing the ashes Saetan turned to Ladvarian.  *We mention this to no one.*
*Yes High Lord.* The dog replied smugly.