Lucifer's Revelatory

Friendship is Hard When You're the Devil

The next day, Lucifer summoned Harry and Ron to stay after class, his expression unreadable. The two exchanged glances, curious yet apprehensive.

“How did you two become friends?” he asked, tilting his head as if he were dissecting a particularly puzzling specimen.

The boys were confused, but Harry shrugged. “That just made it more confusing. I was sitting on the train, and Ron asked if he could sit in the same car as me. I said yes, and he said my scar was cool.”

Ron interjected, a grin spreading across his face. “And then Harry bought all the treats off the trolley, and we ate until we were about to explode.”

Lucifer nodded, his brows furrowing in thought. “OK, so you forced yourself into a social situation you weren’t invited to, complimented a deformity, and bought them enough food to make them ill. That sounds just up my alley. Making friends should be a piece of cake.”

With that, he waved them off, dismissing them before they could comment further.

As they stepped outside, Ron turned to Harry. “I’m not sure Lucifer really understands the concept of making friends,” he said, shaking his head.

Harry nodded in agreement. “Guess we get to watch the chaos for once.”

At the next Order meeting, Lucifer wasted no time in making his presence known. He forced a chair between Remus and Sirius, the two glancing at each other in confusion.

“Remus,” he began, his voice dripping with faux sincerity, “I think the pale color of your skin after a transformation looks like milk after an Oreo has fallen apart in it.”

Sirius’s eyebrows shot up, and he opened his mouth to retort, but Lucifer continued, unfazed. “And your scruffy hair, Sirius, reminds me of a dog.”

Ron and Harry struggled to contain their laughter as they watched the bewildered expressions on Sirius and Remus’s faces, as if Lucifer had sprouted a third head.

Then, with a flourish, Lucifer beckoned Molly to bring in a mountain of four-tiered cakes, each one larger than the last. “You must eat until you can’t fit anything else in your stomach!” he declared with glee.

Both Remus and Sirius rolled their eyes, got up, and moved to the other side of the room, muttering under their breaths as they tried to escape the chaos.

Later that night, Ron was practically bouncing off the walls. “First that train wreck, and now cake! This is the best week ever!”

Meanwhile, back in Dumbledore’s office, Lucifer paced like a caged animal. He couldn’t comprehend why his attempts at friendship had failed so spectacularly. After all, he had done everything Harry and Ron had done to become friends, hadn’t he?

Dumbledore sighed, leaning back in his chair, observing Lucifer’s turmoil with a mix of sympathy and amusement. “Have you tried listening and learning about Remus and Sirius first?” he asked, his voice calm and probing.

“No,” Lucifer shot back, his expression twisting into one of mock horror. “That sounds dreadful. And boring...”

Dumbledore chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Perhaps that’s where you’re going wrong, Lucifer. Sometimes, friendships are built on understanding, not just flamboyant gestures.”

Lucifer stopped pacing, his brows knitting together in contemplation. “So you’re saying I should... listen? How dreadfully dull. It’s not exactly my style.”

“Indeed,” Dumbledore replied, a twinkle in his eye. “But you might find that genuine connections can be quite rewarding, even if they don’t come with cake.”