"Shh~ Little Devil~ Papa's Here"||Harry x Demon! Child! Reader||Hiatus

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ᴛᴡ: sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ sᴄᴀʀs, ᴄᴜᴛs, ʙʀᴜɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

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"ᦓꪮꪑꫀ᥇ꪮᦔꪗ ꫝꫀꪶᜣ ꪑꫀ.... ᦓꪖꪜꫀ ꪑꫀ ᠻ᥅ꪮꪑ ꪻꫝﺃᦓ ꪻꪮ᥅ꪻꪊ᥅ꫀ"

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It was a quiet and lonely night in Hogwarts. No one could be seen or heard in the dimly lit halls, except for patrolling teachers or the head boy and head girl but that's beside the point. However, if you listened carefully you could hear the light footsteps of someone roaming the halls. This someone was none other than Harry James Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, the boy who lived.

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Now you may be wondering,

'Why is the boy who lived walking around the school so late at night?'

Well, my dear readers, it's because he couldn't sleep.
Anyways let's continue with the story.

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Harry huffed. The boy was hoping to find at least one interesting thing here in these halls tonight. Sighing he walked onto the stairs. It moved as soon as he stepped on, leading him down into another hall. This hall was long forgotten by the students and teachers here at Hogwarts. Walking down the forgotten corridor, Harry stopped, he looked around mumbling under his breath,

"I swore I heard someone call out for help."

Luckily, he wasn't hallucinating, as he heard the cry once again. It was faint, of course, but it could still be heard.

Cautiously, the brunette walked closer to the door to the far left of him, pressing his ears against it. He heard soft whimpers and silent pleas for help coming from the other side of the door. The voice sounded childlike and scared.

Harry tried to open the door. Locked. As he expected, he took out his wand and murmured the lock opening charm.

"Alohomora"

Carefully and quietly, Harry opened the door. Upon entering the dark room he mumbled the wand lighting charm... He heard a quiet gasp coming from the corner of the room and swiftly turned towards the noise. He blinked seeing the outline of a small childlike feminine figure sitting in the corner of the room.

He walked over seeing a female child with black demon horns, one of them broken in half. Black, torn demon wings, they had big and small holes in them, some looking brand new, and a pointed demon tail. They also had (h/l) (h/c) hair with a dark red substance in it.

Blood...

Harry wondered whose blood it was. That question was soon answered as Harry moved his lit wand closer to the kid seeing that they had scars, bruises and cuts littered all over their body. Some old, some new.

The child whimpered scared that the person in front of them would hurt them. Harry smiled at the child and slowly bent down to not scare them anymore.

"What's your name little one?" Harry asked in a soft voice.

"Y-Y/n" they whispered. Harry not hearing them asked for them to repeat.

"M-My name's Y/n," they said a little louder but still in a whisper.

"Hello, Y/n. My name's Harry" the adult in the room said. The young little girl's face lit up.

"I-I heard ab-out you. The old man with the white beard mentions you sometimes" they said. Harry had a look of shock on his face.