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      Published: 2015-10-03 Updated: 2016-11-03 Chapters: 9/? Words: 58409
****** The Heir of the Western Lands ******
by Zephyr_Fauchelevent
Summary
     Sesshomaru, eldest of the previous Inu no Taisho, is looking for his
     missing family. Lily Evans Potter is more than a regular witch. Harry
     is born with dog ears on top of his head. The Western provinces
     finally have an heir.
Notes
     Prompt:
      
      
     This challenge is a crossover between Harry Potter and Inuyasha. In
     which Harry is a half demon, more precisely, a dog half demon and
     also a wizard. For more information, enter this subject and read the
     challenge.
***** Prologue *****
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Prologue
 
Author notes: I know I shouldn’t start a new story with my other two still in
production, but when you have ideas, you can ignore them or use them. I decided
to take one of my other challenges and to make something new with it. This
fiction will be updated quite slowly as the other two will have priority. This
one will be a side project when my muse decides to take a stroll in a new
universe. Of course, the story will be AU for both the Inuyasha’ verse and the
Potter verse, but isn’t almost always the case with Fan fiction?  Now, let’s
get this show started.
Last updated: May 23, 2017
 
                            Hanyō Harry challenge.
 
What if ''The power he knows not'' mentioned in the prophecy was Inu youkai
(dog demon) blood? What if Lily was not just a regular muggleborn witch, but an
Inu youkai from The House of The West? It would mean that Harry is an Inu hanyō
(half-demon). Imagine the results!
 
Requirements:
- Lily Evans was adopted after been found by the Evans parents when she was a
just a baby. Okay.
- Lily's biological mother and father are full blooded Inu youkai. The father
stayed behind to fight but the mother is the one who fled from Japan because of
a schism or an attempted rebellion in the House of the West, but was
grievously, maybe even mortally injured in escaping with her infant daughter.
No problem.
- Lily is related to Sesshomaru in some way through her biological mother. (She
can be his daughter, illegitimate or not, a niece or whatever, as long as there
is a close blood relationship.) Yep, Lily will be his daughter.
- Sesshomaru is still alive, powerful, kicking and the current Inu No Taisho
(The Dog General). Yep!
- Lily's biological mother put a spell on her daughter with her last breath (If
fatally injured) to make her looks human and it fools even Dumbledore till her
powers emerge when she hit puberty. Feasible, youki can be channelled through a
specially crafted wand.
- Sometime in her life, Lily come on her powers and is able to shift her
appearance at will. In both human and Inu youkai form, she must keep her red
hair. Yep, redheads are the best lol XD
- James must be on the secret and does not care that his son is a hanyō and his
wife is a youkai. He loves them. Of course!
- Harry must inherit The Tetsusaïga when Lord Sesshomaru deems him ready if
Inuyasha in no longer alive. If he is, have Totosai forge him his own sword
when he is deemed old enough. No problem, I’ll make a choice soon.
- Harry must inherit the Potter family magic and be a wizard; it will mesh well
with his demonic powers. Yup, a well rounded little mage our Harry will be!
- Harry's hair must still be black, hidden by glamour’s to hide his half
blooded nature or not. (When he uses the Tetsusaïga and channel his demonic
power in it for a wind Scar or an Adamant Barrage, the glamour’s can fail.)
Sure!
- In both of his forms, human or hanyō, Harry's eyes are a strange mix of
killing curse green and gold like others who have Inu youkai blood in their
veins. That’ll be cool.
- Because of his wizard's blood, Harry must age like a regular human till he's
''Of age''. By then he will age more slowly like a regular hanyō. Yeah,
wouldn’t want to stay a preteen for three centuries.
 
Forbidden:
- Evil! Albus Dumbledore. It won't fit well in the story. He can be
manipulative, a bit dotty in old age, but he is still working for the Light.
Not sure which Dumbledore I will use.
- Harry working with Voldemort. It's ridiculous, why would he work with his
parents’ murderer? As if.
- M/M relationships. Yeah, I’m not homophobic, but I prefer my partners to be
of the feminine gender.
-Martyr! Harry. I really am tired of all the angst that comes with martyrdom.
If the wizards are unable to dispose of the horcrux in Harry's scar, someone in
the Youkai community must be able to do something about it. There’s a few ways
I could see how to go about it.
- Weasleys Bashing. I read too much of those recently. They all have their
flaws and even Percy and Ron can redeem themselves. We all have our stupid
moments. Right, nobody is perfect.
 
 
Recommended:
- Sesshomaru learns of the fate of the lost members of his court after the
rebellion is stomped and retrieves Harry from the Dursleys after a bad episode
of accidental magic or when his youki canceled his hiding charm. Nope, won’t
have to wait that long for a family reunion.
- Harry attending Hogwarts for a while. Yep, if only to kill time and to make
the teachers go crazy. XD
- Hermione's having Priestess powers. Not sure who will get Shinto priestess
powers, but somebody will.
- Harry's having a few ''dog'' moments, like crouching on the ground when
sitting or nose on the ground for following a trail scent. Hell yeah, it will
be hilarious!
- Hermione putting subjugation beads on Harry's neck to curb his reckless
behavior. Not sure if it will be her, but it’s a strong possibility.
- Sometime at Hogwarts, Draco goes too far and Harry really loses his temper.
He must use his hanyō strength to haul Malfoy by the neck and made him piss
himself by growling and blasting him with killer intent. For once, the good guy
doesn’t get caught and Draco's story is not believed. Of course, the little
ponce needs to learn he isn’t the top dog in school.
 
Optional:
- Lily's alive. Yes.
- Sirius still free and part of the family. Of course he’ll be there.
- Remus around and part of the family too. Interesting, a cursed wolf among dog
demons! lol XD
- Peter captured and put in Azkaban after a fair trial. Yep!
Addendums:The full lycanthropic disease/curse can only be passed either by bite
from a fully transformed lycanthrope or if you were born a werewolf. Only a
pure human, magical or not, can be infected. Veelas, Goblins, Merpeople, etc,
can’t be infected. If the father is a werewolf, you have 30% chances that his
offspring will be one. 100% if the father is transformed during the conception.
If the mother is a werewolf, the child will be one too, due to the shared
blood. A pregnant werewolf woman can shift at the full moon with no problem at
all for the foetus until the fourth month of pregnancy.
From the fourth month to delivery, the woman needs to cast a stasis spell on
her womb before the transformation and remove it as quickly as possible once
human again or the baby could die in the metamorphosis or have its birth
retarded if the stasis is not removed. If the woman is non-magical, she must be
helped by a wizard or a witch or she’ll lose the baby. Avoiding a
transformation is not possible.
Also, Inu Youkais usually mate for life and in most cases, are monogamous. Also
youkais can’t interbreed with a different species of youkais. The exceptions
are those species closely related, by example a Lion Youkai can breed with a
Tiger Youkai and a Wolf Youkai can breed with an Inu Youkai. Kitsunes are only
fertile with humans or other kitsunes.
 
 
She had managed to get away, but not unscathed, for she was gravely wounded.
Those who wanted to defy her husband had done it shrewdly, going at it
undercover, assembling money, supplies and followers, willing or not. There has
been a magic wielding human who came, asking for support in ridding themselves
of those his Lord and those of like mind, found unworthy of being gifted of
magic. Her lord husband wanted nothing to do with an internal conflict in the
hidden magical enclave in the distant land of Britannia. The man was offered
hospitality for the night, he would be fed and watered and could break his fast
in the morning, but after he would have to get himself out of her Lord
Husband’s lands.
The man did depart as commanded, but not before teaching her Lord Husband’s
enemies how to mold their youki (Demonic energy) to a simulacrum of wizard
magic. There was a curse that took control of the mind, another one that felt
like having hot holy knives piercing your bones. They never managed to make the
one hit one kill spell, but youkais could kill quite easily without mimicking
human magic.
She was a pure Inu Youkai, even if her hair was fire red and not silver white
and her eyes were emerald green, not golden. It was her hair who first got her
Lord Husband’s attention and then her fighting prowess. Able to spar against
him and hold her own and make him sweat for a victory. Not many could boast
that, since the current Inu No Taisho was the strongest lord in many
generations, having surpassed the previous one to hold the title. She did not
came from a noteworthy clan, didn’t have a special talent recognized by her
pears otherwise of her unmatched control of her youki.
She wasn’t even a noble, but he chose her as she chose him. The courtship was
still done within the rules, but a few years later, they were married, quite in
love and she proved to be quite fertile by baring him a healthy pup a few years
into their union. In her mind it was almost a miracle that she did not end up
pregnant sooner, with the stiff traditional stand form her Lord Husband against
human contraception (Youkais can’t catch STDs) and the fact that they were
quite active in their bedroom chambers. She bore him a daughter, a princess for
the Western Lands, who was born from her beloved Lord Husband Sesshomaru and
her, their beautiful little flower.
 Rirī was the name they gave her. But the extremists in the Court were getting
bolder and bolder. They had managed to put under mind control the matron who
was helping her tend to Rirī, who had inherited the demonic markings of her
father and her red hair and not to forget her eyes, wanting to give an
emotional blow to Sesshomaru-Sama, ordered the matron to slay the pup! Needless
to say, the matron didn’t make it and her Lord Husband decided at this precise
moment when the matron’s corpse was cooling on the floor, to smite the
traitors. No more diplomacy after that stunt. Sesshomaru had learned patience,
but it still had limits.
Harm coming to his family was the breaking point. Armed with his claws, his
poison and his sword Bakusaiga, the House of the West descended into civil war!
She had taken many a blows in her escape, managing to replicate, what was it
called again? An international portkey but never having set foot outside of
Japan, she left the destination to random. Blood loss was getting to her. Eriko
managed to make it, stumbling to a human contraception. What was it again? Ah,
a park. There were strange plastic inventions where the humans’ pups could
play. Humans, they were a weird bunch. At least they had ingenuity for them.
Rirī was squirming; it was time to feed her.
Eriko bared her fangs in pain when she aggravated her wounds by moving and
directing her energy trying to heal her wounds to protect her child from the
cold, but parted her kimono’s folds and latched her daughter to her left
breast. It was quite cold; it was the beginning of February. Her daughter was
born only a few weeks ago, on January 30th. It was the year 1960. She was so
sad. She knew she wasn’t long for this world; she had lost too much blood. But
she would not pass away until her daughter was safe!
With her fabulous control of her youki, the Lady of the Western Lands crafted
strong undetectable glamours and mystic bindings to make her look like a
Caucasian human and for her daughter’s already growing youki to express itself
more similarly as human magic than anything demonic. The glamours would hold
until she had her first menses and for the simulacrum of human magic, it would
hold until her eighteen birthday. The modifications to let her grow up at human
speed until her maturity where her youkai nature would take over were trickier
and to delay their activations was no simple feat, but Eriko was quite the
accomplished sorceress.
Too bad she couldn’t heal herself now, she no longer had enough youki for that,
but her daughter’s safety came first. She could smell the presence of two
humans coming near. She had to do something. She just had a few hours left on
this world. She switched her daughter to her other breast and came across a
middle aged couple. The man had crew cut red hair almost the same shade as
Eriko and Rirī’s and was pretty fit. He had the presence of a warrior or more
likely a soldier of some sort. He also had vivid green eyes. The woman at his
side was blue eyed and blonde haired, with fair skin compared to his tanned
one.
She had no special bearing, more likely a civilian then. She revealed herself
to them, breaking the magicals’ law, something about a statute of secrecy. Not
like she cared right now, she was dying and needed to entrust her Little Flower
before joining her ancestors into the pure land. Needless to say, they were
both surprised and a little bit scared at seeing a severely bleeding non human
woman. Still holding her little angel in one hand since she was still latched
to her breast, she rose her free one in the universal sign of surrender, even
if the light of the street lamp was reflecting off her claws. In broken English
she said with a pained but melodious voice
“Need...help. Baby. Dying me. Husband fighting. Escaped, Rirī safe must be...”
To show her good faith, she let them saw her babe-in-arms bundled into her
blood stained kimono. The woman, Rose Evans nee Bernard, a mother herself,
could understand a bit of what was going on. That strange woman had injured
herself to death door to protect her child from something dangerous. Her blue
eyes were full of sympathy and she turned to her husband, recently discharged
with honor from the Royal Navy, who was eying the stranger with mistrust. He
had navigated all around the world, seen incredible things, but never saw a
woman like that, even in Japan. He could recognize her accent by the way she
was massacring his first language.
Lieutenant Michael Evans didn’t like the unknown. Unknown could equal
dangerous. And dangerous could quite easily become mortal. It was why he was
not letting his wife go near this strange woman, even if she was not hostile,
clearly gravely wounded and with a child in her arms. He relented when he saw
her stumble, and heard her beg again
“Please! Baby! Safe! Place safe for baby! Dying! Protecting Rirī!  Hanshu no
otto (lord husband), Sesshomaru-Sama! Find her… aru hi (one day)!”
Eriko was exhausted! The woman was a mother, she could smell it on her, and the
man was her mate, the father of that woman’s pup. He was guarding his mate
against her, noble but pointless. She no longer had the strength to fight.
Finally they relented after arguing. Both adults approached her, the woman
tried to take the baby and the Youkai had to fight off her instincts to not
reduce the human in pieces! But, for her daughter, she managed. The man took
the she Youkai in his arms like a bride then both humans took the direction of
their home, but she was too tired to do more than chuckle lightly and to say
with humor in her voice
“No touching breasts. Married. Faithful. Husband no like sharing.”
The Evans man answered in perfect Japanese after snorting in mirth
“Don’t worry; I am also married and faithful. One woman is enough for me.”
Emiko answered by a crooked grin. He was a good man. As much as she was already
regretting that she wouldn’t be there to see her daughter grow up, she was
satisfied that they had been found by good people. Soon they were back at
Michael and Rose’s home, in Cokeworth. Rose was happy that Petunia, her one
year old daughter, was at her grandmother’s. She didn’t want her beloved
daughter to see so much blood.
In the end, they hadn’t managed to save the non human woman whose name was
Emiko. On her dying breath, she activated the spells she put on her daughter
and tweaked them to make her look like the daughter of Michael and Rose Evans.
She had also managed to convince them to take her in. When Emiko let out her
last breath, Rirī of The House of The West became Lily Evans.
In Japan, Sesshomaru would search every centimetre square of the country,
looking for his mate and pup, once the rebellion was crushed mercilessly. The
Dog General would only find out what happened to his family eighteen years
later, on a business trip in the United Kingdom. He would learn that his wife
died of blood loss and was buried somewhere in the Sherwood Forest. He would
also come face to face with his eighteen years old daughter when meeting one of
his English contacts, Albus Dumbledore. Needless to say, even the great,
terrible and powerful lord Sesshomaru needed to sit down to take it all in.
 
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Father/Daughter unexpected reunion.
     Failed disguises and Dumbledore's attack.
     Quick explanations and assurances of not being of Dark allegiance.
     Father/daughter heart to heart talk.
     Sesshomaru can finally move on.
     Wizarding U.K present state and Sesshomaru's promise of help.
     The truth about magic and technology.
     James' reactions and a bit of normal life.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 1
 
Author’s notes: Well, here we are for the next chapter. The answer to this Fan
fiction was about as timid as The Greek Kunoichi when it started, but hey, a
prologue is a prologue no matter how long and detailed it is written. Now we
have Sesshomaru’s reunion with his daughter. Did you know that Rirī was the
Japanese translation of Lily? Pretty neat no? ;) Well, let’s get this show on
the road!
Last update: May 23, 2017.
 
Sesshomaru was not an easy man to impress. He was always in perfect control of
his emotions. He knew instinctively when intimidate or concede. When the humans
finally managed to unite Japan in one country with one ruler, he had been one
of the first Taiyoukai (Demon lord) to bend the knee in front of the Emperor.
He was powerful, immensely so even, but even he could fell against superior
numbers. He had made a pact with the humans for the good of his species and he
never regretted it. The miko (Shinto Priestess) that his foolish little brother
was so enamoured with had show him with her books from her time what could
happen.
Higurashi Kagome showed him that he wouldn’t even make history if he didn’t
act. So, yes, he told his fellow Demon Lords to bend the knee and to work to
bring their existence to secrecy, much like the Wizards of today. But every
ounce of training could not prepare him to suddenly meet his grown up daughter
who was missing since she was a babe-in-arms! Letting accidentally go of his
glamours that made him pass for human, his neatly cut black hair turned a very
long to the point of falling to his calves, silvery white color, his facial
markings appeared, his claws and fangs visible once more and his youki was
detectable for anybody sensible to that type of energy.
The pretty young woman who could only be his daughter under a human guise had
the same reaction. Her demonic markings appeared, claws and fangs popped, her
eyes stayed the same color but the pupil became vertical and her hair a shade
darker. Not to forget their pointed ears, similar but not the same as the
ancient Elves of old. She was looking so much like her late mother! But before
he could at least take his beloved daughter into his arms, the Human wizard
decided to act. Having never seen Youkais before, you could forgive him for his
rash reaction. With reflexes that denied his advancing age, Dumbledore cast two
Stunners one after the other to what became of his ex-student and one of his
Japanese contact named Takahashi Ichimaru. (In Japan, they use the family name
first, then your proper name)
Not much was known of the mysteries in Japan, even after opening their borders
to outside trade and commerce, they were always tight lipped about their
magical fauna and flora and they only agreed to offer the standardized OWLs
(Ordinary Wizarding Levels)  and NEWTs (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test) in
their magical schools thirty years ago and that was after incalculable number
of years of bitching from the ICW (International Confederation of Wizards) Yes,
they did business to the International level with mundane things, but for an
outsider it was very hard to obtain magical goods of Japanese origins.
 Both Youkais dodged the Stunners easily even if they were distracted. With all
their enhanced senses and superhuman physique, it was quite easy in fact.
Sesshomaru did it automatically. Lily had to put some thoughts into it, but it
was very quick nonetheless. Both Inu Youkais dodged for a while. The Headmaster
was fighting to incapacitate and both supernatural beings were still in shock
from the impromptu reunion. But the shock wore fast and Sesshomaru had enough
presence to set his golden gaze on the Headmaster and order him firmly after
batting away with a wave of the hand an overpowered Stunner.
“Dumbledore-san, stop.”
Sesshomaru’s order was headed and he was rewarded by the wide eyed stares from
the aging wizard and his daughter. Albus couldn’t fathom how the simple order
of such a man could make him stop without magic involved and Lily, in that
form, could feel the colossal power slumbering inside who her senses where
telling her was her biological father and it was urging her to bare her throat
and submit, she resisted the urging with not so much of a problem, but could
not meet the man’s eyes, as much as she tried. She wasn’t exactly sure of what
species they were.
She could shift back and forth since she was twelve, but even with all her
research, she never found out anything. To see a man that looked like her and
smelled like her, it was clear that there was more hidden in the world than the
wizards and the magical creatures. The man, her father, held a soft look toward
her, but shifted back his attention towards the still flatfooted headmaster. He
said
“Dumbledore-san, I would prefer if we could talk this out like civilized
beings. I assure you that I am not on this dark upstart’s payroll, what was his
name? Ah yes Tom Riddle. Needless to say, there is more hidden in the world
than the Wizarding communities and the magicals creatures. There are beings far
older than the modern human race. My species is one of them. I am unsure of
your knowledge about the Shinto pantheon, Buddhism and what was passing as
truth in the Warring states era and before but considered myths today, but
those tales of supernatural animals, of demons and a multitude of creatures,
are true. I am an Inu Youkai or in English, it would be a Dog Demon.”
Sesshomaru made pause to let Dumbledore swallow the truth and to reapply his
human disguise. The Dog General was not concerned about his secrets so much as
he didn’t want the hassle of stopping attacks after attacks if somebody else
could barge on them. With a pointed glance at his daughter, she too resumed her
human appearance. And was it something weird. They didn’t even know each other
and already she was easily ordered! And she had never been a submissive woman,
quite the contrary, she had a fiery temper. Just ask James, Sirius, Remus and
Peter, she had hexed them quite often to reduce their egos, more Sirius and
James’ than Remus and Peter’s, but nobody could deny that she was the boss.
Now, the man who was her Sire made her obey with only a look? It was unreal!
Albus Dumbledore was not much educated in the muggle eastern religions and
myths. He knew the basics that came known to the west with Japan’s borders
opening to international trade with the Meiji era beginning fifteen years
before his time, but not much more than that. The existence of supernatural
creatures, gods and demons was something hard to swallow. To think that Wizard
kind was not the top dog was something hard to believe, but why would the
humans still be afraid of the dark if not for unconsciously knowing there was
far worse once upon a time?
The man before him must have centuries of life and he didn’t look a day past
forty! He could now understand the human disguise, to slip unnoticed into
society. Not unlike how wizards slipped into secrecy, but the Spiritual World
must have put some kind of veil on them years before the International Statute
of Secrecy came to be. As if Sesshomaru was reading his thoughts, he said
“I was the first one of my kind to bend the knee in front of the emperor once
the warring states era came to end in the 16th century. We, Youkais, made a
pact with the humans to come to Japan’s defenses against anything supernatural
coming from outside our borders and fade from the common people minds in
exchange for a right to live without persecution and with a limited right of
self governance. My example is what saved many of our brethren, but not
everybody was wise enough to bend the knee in front of a human leader. Some
land gods faded too, by lack of faithful followers. Damn, I apologize,
seeing...”
The lord lost his speech. It was too much. His mate and daughter’s
disappearances shook him badly, all these years looking for them in vain, not
knowing if they are dead or alive. And then, doing business with his English
contact and finding his missing daughter. His mind was reeling. He turned his
disguised brown eyes to Albus and asked
“Please, can we reschedule? I...you saw this young woman’s transformation...She
is kin...My wife and baby daughter went missing eighteen years ago, escaping a
civil war in my lands...”
Albus was too shocked by the revelation of the existence of real supernatural
beings whose powers had nothing to do with Wizarding magic to protest much.
After a sincere apology and Oath on his magic to keep it quiet until something
more permanent could be arranged, Sesshomaru and Rirī/Lily left the
Headmaster’s office. The younger of the two youkais took her father with her in
the maze that was Hogwarts Castle to a place where they could talk in peace.
When they were inside an abandoned classroom somewhere on the fourth floor,
Sesshomaru observed her summoning a wooden stick from a hidden holster on her
right arm and with sharp movements, he could fell her power flowing through the
stick, a wand if his guess was right and cast a few human spells.
When Lily was assured that they wouldn’t be disturbed, even if it was summer
and class wasn’t in session, she sheathed back her wand inside the holster and
turned her weary green eyes toward the stranger who wasn’t one. She wasn’t
exactly sure what to say. What can you do when the man who sired her finally
come out of the woodwork? She knew he didn’t abandon her. From what her parents
told her, they had found her biological mother bleeding to death at a park near
their house as they were taking a stroll to have a moment together, giving her
everything to protect her baby from the frigid cold of winter.
Her father told her that Emiko, her biological mother, was barely able to speak
English and since he could speak Japanese, she explained to him that she had
fled a civil war and had been gravely wounded in escaping, protecting her baby
from those who wanted to kill her to deal a blow on her biological father. She
had woven some kind of enchantments to make her look human, age like a human
and use her powers like a human witch. To respect her dying wishes, Michael and
Rose had adopted her. She did retell all she knew to her father and she could
see he was very shocked by what happened.
Sesshomaru sat silent a while, but he retook his aplomb and asked softly
“Were you treated well? Did they raised you with love?”
Lily had a kind smile and said
“Yes, they did their best. My mom is still alive, but my dad passed away,
fighting. Fifteen Wizards attacked the family house; he killed them all by
himself, letting my mother escape. She managed to get out of there unharmed, he
did not. He died of his wounds in the hospital, last year. If he had been
younger, he would have likely survived. It was thanks to his training as a
soldier in the Royal Navy that he managed to took them all down. Now, because
of that I have a bounty of my head, and also because I dared to be better in
school than those inbreed idiots. Since the beginning, in those bigots’ eyes,
I’m nothing more than an uppity mudblood!”
Lily had spat literally the last word in anger. She went to explain in more
details the war, but Sesshomaru raised his hand to stop her and said
“I am quite well versed into each side of the conflict, beloved daughter. I am
sorry for your loss; he seemed to be a good man to take in a baby who wasn’t
his and love her as it was. He passed away with honor; it is not common that a
non magical Human is able to vanquish fifteen magical Humans by his lonesome
these days. He must have been a very good soldier. Continue your tale, please,
but what name did they called you?”
Again, with the same soft, affectionate but with an undertone of command tone
of voice. Her biological father was the leader of his people; he must be used
to give orders and he must also be made of a very strong character to be able
to recuperate so quickly after such an emotional blow. God knows that it not
been for her Occlumency she would be a mess. She did comply though
“They translated my birth name into English. But, well...it’s awkward...I’m
married now...I was Lily Evans, now it’s Lily Potter.”
That one threw Sesshomaru’s mind out for a loop. He could deal with his baby
girl all grown up, but married? Married as in sexually active?! By the
Gods...Putting his face in his palm, he gave his newly found daughter a baleful
glare that she returned with a mocking crooked smile. The same smile every
daughter who had grown up sent to their fathers who wished to saw them still
only as their little girls and not as a grown up woman that means “Deal with
it.” She described more of her childhood and her teenager years.
Her efforts to find out what she was, but with the only clues of a father being
a high born Lord and stomping a rebellion/civil war somewhere in Japan and
clearly not Human, they couldn’t really search for him or use the medias. Most
of the Supernatural was hidden, even from the Magicals. It was not an
International law, but more like a Code of Conduct adopted by everybody for
their very own survival. Those who strayed too far from those guidelines like
lesser Demons and brainless Onis (some sort of Ogres) were hunted and put down
mercilessly.
They talked a good long while, speaking of their lives. When the subject came
back to her husband and his family, Lily answered
“He is from an old line that has been established in Britain for centuries.
There are branches of the family in a few other countries, but with the low
births rate of the Purebloods after so many years of inbreeding to supposedly
keep the blood pure,
You could literally hear the disgust in her voice at that word
 The family in this country is on the decline. The Potter family doesn’t
believe in that Blood purity and Supremacy nonsense, but many of the family
perished in World War II and in the Vietnam War. There is also the shrinking of
the gene pool to deal with. James, my husband, is an only child and his parents
aren’t spring chickens any longer. They are in their sixties. Dorea Potter nee
Black, James’ mother, is quite dangerous with a wand though. “
When Sesshomaru asked why they were fighting in what was a civil war about
Blood purity of all things and what the Government was doing about it, he got a
lengthy diatribe that make him believe that things were not going well into the
more liberal individuals’ favour.
“Many of the Pureblood families of the United Kingdom are related to each other
one way or another. We have obtained scientific proof that inbreeding is what
produces Squibs, children born from magical families who didn’t inherit the
gift of magic, but the Ministry of Magic is so paranoid about anything Muggle
related that they refused to hear anything about it. The Pureblood supremacists
are very well connected since they are mainly from the old families and they
use those connections in the Government to stalemate any progress that don’t
enter in their worldview.
The Wizengamot is Wizarding Britain's high court of law. It predates the
Ministry of Magic itself, dating back to the days of the medieval Wizards'
Council. We have more or less fifty seats and most are filled with Lords. Even
if they are not all Pureblood supremacists, many are supportive of Riddle’s
goals to keep the power in house so to speak.”
Sesshomaru hummed at that. The political situation was more explosive that he
first thought. But he couldn’t do anything about it on the political front,
since he didn’t have the influence in Britain. If it were in the East or even
in France, he would have been heard, but not in isolationist, Pureblood, I
don’t need allies, Magical Britain. Magical. That’s it! Turning his eyes
towards his daughter, he said
“You seemed invested in this war. I will not have you back down; your
biological mother would come back from the netherworld to tan my hide if I did.
But now that I found you Rirī, I will do my utmost to keep you safe. Believe me
when I say this, the only creature strong enough to fight on par with me to
this day would be this legendary vampire I heard about from Wallachia, if he
was still on this plane of existence. I assume that your husband knows that you
are not human?”
At her nod, he continued
“Explain to him that you are a Dog demon, a supernatural creature from the Far
East and that your biological father found you and will train you in the use of
your Demonic powers. Do be sure to explain him that we are not creatures of
sins from the bible of the Christians though. You surely fight like a Human
witch; you use your powers like a one. Without the wand, you are vulnerable
though. It is time to learn to fight like a Youkai and use your powers as a
Youkai. You are the princess of the Western Provinces of Japan. You are the
only daughter of the_Dog_General, the Inu_No_Taisho, and this Sesshomaru will
not let you die on him before your time.
Then, when you are learning your birthright and how to not be vulnerable
without your wand, I will forge connections with the Mundane society. If this
Magical society is incapable or unwilling of dealing with a bunch of rich
terrorists, it is time they relearned exactly whythey bended the knee to the
King of these Isles in the past. The regular Humans are not so easily dismissed
when the sleeping giant is awoken. If I cannot speak with the right people, I
will make contact with the Faes or the Celt Gods. Someone in those people can
surely contact the right people in the British Parliament. ”
Lily couldn’t believe how she missed such a way to resolve this war! The others
countries couldn’t get involved without being asked or attacked. You-Know-Who
was very careful into not letting his minions made a mess elsewhere, so far it
was Britain’s problem. The ICW wouldn’t get involved if the International laws
weren’t breached. The Magical side of things had their hands tied but on the
Mundane or Supernatural side...yes, if things cleared up, she wouldn’t be so
afraid to start a family with her husband. James and she were a bit too young
for starting a family so soon in their marriage, in her opinion.
 Lily was a woman who likes to have her options open; it was why she refused a
magical binding marriage, in case things wouldn’t work so well once the
‘honeymoon” phase was over, at least they could get a divorce. James wasn’t
really happy about that, but she only needed to give him the hooded eyes and
show a bit of skin and he was putty in her hands. She was also quite pleased to
be reunited with her biological father. She may not necessary grow to love him
like she had loved and still love Michael Evans, but she could make room into
her heart for him. And the training to use her gifts in the ways of her
ancestors would be a nice bonus.
She always had a thirst of knowledge. It was only her fiery temper and her iron
wills that got her into the House of the Lions. When Sesshomaru asked how he
could contact her, the answer he got made him raise an eyebrow in surprise
“An owl? How does having a nocturnal bird help in sending messages? Do you not
have modern appliances? Since I did not anticipate meeting you again and was
here only for a few days, I booked a room into a hotel downtown. I can give you
a business card of the hotel, their phone number is on it and I will write my
room number. I will have to make arrangements for a more permanent residence if
I am to help put this insane Warlock to the ground.”
Lily went to explain that technology didn’t work with magic and she got a scoff
from her father for that answer. He explained
“Child, I’ve been doing magic since I was but a pup. The only good thing that
came with this Human wizard teaching my adversaries how to mold their Youki in
a simulacrum of Human magic was that I picked up the trick too. All my
residences around the Globe are equipped with all the latest technology and as
long as the magic is not cast on the electronics, everything works like a
charm. Install a phone line in your house and everything will be fine so long
as you don’t use magic on it.”
Lily looked at him with uncertainty. Well, he had centuries of experiences, so
of course he would know better than the biased authors of the books she had
read on the subject and with the Ministry’s stand on those matters, well they
weren’t about to admit being inferiors in any way to the muggles. She took the
business card offered and would contact him soon and then she had to leave. She
was only supposed to report to Albus about her researches to find a way to
remove the Taboo influence and undetectable portkey. She wasn’t sure on one
hundred per cent about the Taboo, but she had found a way to make portkeys that
could not be traced and could bypass any wards.
Probably it was her Youki acting differently than Human magic, now that she
knew her species. An Inu Youkai, a Dog Demon in English. She was a Supernatural
creature able to use an extra convincing human disguise. It was unreal. It was
luck that the more humanoid Youkais had the same reproductive abilities than
the Humans, or it would have been impossible to deal with her menstrual cycle.
Needless to say that Sesshomaru was not unaffected. Now he could finally move
on. His scouts had detected the Youki residues that a powerful Youkai left when
buried in Mother Earth in Sherwood Forest, near Nottinghamshire, so he finally
knew where his beloved mate was brought to her final rest. And then, he met his
estranged daughter. How he had wanted to weep and to hold her against him, but
no, it was already taxing with so many emotions. In the past, many humans had
called his kind monsters or as Inuyasha said once “Unfeeling egotistic
bastards”.  The problem was not the fact that they weren’t capable of emotions.
A Youkai was not Human, so their species was anathema to the Ningens, (Humans
in Japanese) but that didn’t means that they weren’t resenting emotions. It was
more muted; toned down between cold logic and animal instincts they had to
master. A Youkai who was overly emotional wouldn’t have survived very long in
the distant past. And without those animal instincts, one could be taken by
surprise with the pack mentality or those pups wanting to challenge the Alpha
male for bragging rights and prestige. Sesshomaru was almost a thousand years
old; it would take more than a young pup of twenty springs with some
interesting skills to take him down.
Lily undid all her privacy charms and guided her father to the doors of the
castle. They walked the grounds together in reflexive silence up to the Iron
Grids at the entrance of the castle grounds. Once outside, Lily had a small
smile for her father and after a wave of the hand, she spun on a quarter of
turn on herself and vanished with a little pop of displaced air. Hmm, so that
was the Wizarding way of teleportation? Interesting ability. He would get
somebody to teach him the trick and if he could tweak the energy to be a bit
more Demonic than Human in nature, it would allow them, by them he meant him
and his kin, to slip through the wards designed to block teleportation.
With the way the raids conducted by the Death Eaters were going, he wasn’t
going to let a fluke take away what he only just gained back. When he was sure
that nobody was around, he channelled some youki at the tip of his fingers,
pressed them into the first tree he came across and opened a portal leading to
a deserted alley in London. From there he could call a cab to get a ride to his
motel. Once he stepped through, the portal closed on itself with no traces that
a rip in the space-time fabric had been there a few seconds ago.
Lily arrived back in her secret apparition point in Godric’s Hollow. Very
cautious since the war had heated up, she had warded to the best of her
capacities an abandoned propriety. It was in fact an abandoned farm. The
previous owners had moved to London to enjoy their retirement when they grew
too old and too frail to be far from the hospitals and to take care of the
farm. The couple was childless and the farm couldn’t be sold before they
absolutely had to move, so it stayed more or less abandoned with a sign planted
in the ground that read “For Sale”. From there she transfigured back her
conservative jumper to a modern t-shirt molding her chest attractively but not
too much and her work pants changed back to Bermuda shorts cut in from a pair
of old jeans.
 Her sport shoes stayed the same. Seriously, she was alright dressing more
conservative when she had things to do to Hogwarts, but even if she was a
trained Witch, she had grown like a Muggle and thus wasn’t scandalized by
showing some skin. It’s not like she was walking in a bikini or only in her
underwear. Bloody Victorians. James almost had a heart attack when they started
dating outside the magical community with her outfits! Though she was feeling
pretty good about herself when she gave him a nosebleed the other day when she
showed him her new nightie. She had bought it during their honeymoon in San
Francisco, in that new and promising store, Victoria’s Secret.
She was soon home and after answering the security question, she was ushered
into their home. Dorea and Charlus had offered them to stay with them into
Potter Manor due to the old and powerful wards, but the newlyweds liked to have
a place of their own, thus bought a nice little cottage to live with. Barring
friends dropping in unexpected, but they had wards to warn them, they could do
whatever they wanted. The fact that James really liked the fact that he could
make love with his kinky wife anywhere in the house without being caught,
interrupted or God forbid; worrying about being too loud had nothing to do with
it. No, nothing at all. *Roll the eyes to the sky and whistle innocently.*
What, why are you looking at us like that? There are many things people say
about red heads. You just have to ask and find out if said red head is open to
said idea. After seven years of school and almost one of marriage, he had
learned tact and what would make him sleep on the couch. Sirius laughed at him
and called him henpecked, that comment in Lily’s hearing distance earned the
Black Scion a full day locked into his animagus form and magical fleas. The
second time Sirius brought out the subject of her menstrual cycle; she simply
threatened him of bringing him to a vet to be castrated.
Needless to say, Sirius Black also learned tact and what to say and not to say
in her presence. After relaxing a while and ordering her thoughts, Lily
explained everything to her husband about her trip to the castle. James was
quite stunned. The Shinto and Celt Gods were real? The Supernatural creatures
out of Ancient Japan lore were real and in hiding in similar way than the
Wizards? His biological father-in-law was the leader of his people and a Dog
Demon? Lily was also a Dog Demon? Talk about a night of revelations! Of course
he was interested to meet the man, you don’t met a man older than Dumbledore
everyday and if his wife could learn to use magic in another way, all the
better for her!
But what was worthy of awe was the fact that this man could make his Lily-
flower submit! He knew that she had strong Alpha tendencies and with his
Animagus form being a stag, he could feel her predator’s aura. Heck, her Alpha
spirit was so strong that she could stay with Remus on the nights of the full
moon and she had Moony domesticated like a pet dog! She could make him sit,
shake the paw, lie down and even play fetch! Did you ever saw a wild werewolf
playing fetch? Of course it was something he liked to hold over his buddy’s
head, but the ragging was always in jest. He would never willingly hurt one of
his best friends. But to come back to his wife’s father. It was surreal!
Oh well, you live only once, so if the guy could pass the security check ups
and was not a stuck up prick like most of his fellow Purebloods, he was willing
to extend a hand in friendship. James Potter wouldn’t know it, but the fact
that he was willing to accept Sesshomaru in his life would literally prevent
his family of being broken. It was an historic moment, where he would swallow
his pride and ask for help after the second time his wife and he managed to
fight Voldemort to a draw and escape. The training would be harsh, his pride
would be annihilated but he would come out a stronger and better person.
The fact was proven when Lily and him were attacked a third time by Voldemort,
they managed to wound him badly and made him retreat before the finishing blow!
The Potters and the Longbottoms had done what was though impossible, defied
Voldemort three times and came out alive to tell the tale!
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sirius is flirting and failing to score.
     Remus' condition is of interest for canine like youkais.
     James got his hand and jaw busted a few times.
     Lily gives birth in a youkai hospital in Kyoto, Japan.
     Two godfathers are better than one.
     Sesshomaru is a grandfather.
     Welcome to the Western Lands.
     The Muggle government paid an ultimatum to the Ministry of Magic.
     The Ministry of Magic clean house.
     Voldemort is losing ground.
     Big changes ahead.
     Peter is not a traitor.
     Snape's ongoing redemption.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 2
                                        
Author’s Notes: Here the second chapter of the story. We have a little time
skip and we will also see the effects of Sesshomaru’s actions on the civil war.
Little Harry will have a much different life than in canon that much is a
given, but hey, everyone knows that. For those who will say that the Death
Eaters got the short end of the stick, I say to you, remember that Sesshomaru
is around 1000 years old, it’s not his first rodeo, so to speak and the
purebloods also don’t know how to deal with a true creature of the
supernatural.
In my story, there is a steep difference between Magical and Supernatural and
in the British community they have an over reliance on wands, it’s quite easy
to fight against those kind of opponents if you know their skill sest and once
disarmed, a regular Witch or Wizard is just as vulnerable as an untrained
civilian. Now, let’s get the story started.  
Edit: I came back to modify this chapter a bit, because I’m advancing the
timeline from ten years so I can use High School DxD characters. So Harry will
be born in 1990 and not in 1980.
Last Edit: May 23, 2017.
 
Addendum:The contraceptive spell and/or potions that Witches and Wizards use in
place of condoms doesn’t_work_at_all on those with Youkai blood of both sexes.
Their innate youki and regenerative powers are overroding the magic too
quickly. Undiluted Youki is toxic for Humans. The only ways to have a sexual
relation without pregnancy risks are good condoms, an experimental spell that
replicate the effects and proprieties of a condom, IUD or the male partner must
disengage before orgasm. Ironically, the human made contraceptive pill works on
any female Supernatural being.
If the female partner is a hundred per cent human, Magical or not, the
contraception spell and/or contraceptive potion will work as intended. Those of
Youkai blood and werewolves are immune to STD, Wizards are not. Werewolves
cannot interbred with anything else than Humans, Magical or not and canine type
Youkais with the exception of Kitsunes. 
Time passes, it never stands still. Lily’s marriage with James was still solid,
even out of the fabled honeymoon stage. Now, something fantastic was happening.
Lily Evans Potter was giving birth. Well, James learned the hard way that his
wife was the stronger of the two, much to his chagrin. Being a Youkai in
disguise, usually she would temper her strength to the level of a Human woman
in very good shape. Now since she was in labor without her glamours and
restraints, she was busting the hand that was holding hers while she rode
through the pain of the contractions. Since they couldn’t trust even the
Healers of St. Mungo’s to keep the birth of their Hanyō son a secret, they had
to be a bit creative.
Since a Half demon was not a Human, thus not covered by the Hippocratic oaths
and patient’s confidentiality agreements, Sesshomaru had them transferred a few
weeks early, totally ignoring James’ protests about respecting British magical
traditions, into a Youkai hospital in the city of Kyoto in Japan. Said hospital
was funded by his investments and a few other Youkai Lords’ backing, thus the
secrecy was assured. Why Kyoto when the city was not part of Sesshomaru’s lands
to govern as the_Dog_General? The Kyoto hospital was simply the best there is
in the Youkai community, even better than any hospitals in his Lands.
The_Dog_General’s Lands where now in fact enclosed into a parallel dimension,
protected by extremely powerful barriers and wards that was erected after the
loss of his family. Now only those with an invitation from the Lord could enter
and the lands outside was now sorely inhabited by regular Humans.
A long time ago, Sesshomaru used to be responsible of the entire Chūgoku region
up to the Meiji era and to now enter his Lands, the visitors had to be guided
to the right passage by one of his subjects for lack of better term, into the
city of Okayama. It could not be said that Sesshomaru didn’t learn from his
mistakes. Not satisfied of relying only on super powered magical wards and
spiritual barriers to protect his people, he had personally trained the best of
his subjects into a very effective force whom now have the duty to patrol and
guard the boundaries of his Lands.
 Needless to say that such a tragedy like the one that happened twenty years
ago would never happen again. Sesshomaru had even ordered his soldiers to put
in chains and to brought to him any Wizard or Witch with the mark of the
upstart Dark wizard Voldemort if they ever came back. So far, he hadn’t seen
any Death Eater on his Lands, but he wouldn’t put it past the Dark Lord to try
again if he thought he could get away with it.
Back to the birthing, when James’ hand could no longer tolerate the crushing
force of his wife’s strength, he swapped places with his father-in-law for a
while and went to the cute female blue haired pink eyed Summer Court Fae healer
assigned to him to get his hand repaired for the fourth time today. James was
taking his duty as a husband and future father very seriously. He had helped
create this new live in his wife’s womb, he was going to share her pain to the
best he could. If it meant a busted hand, so be it. (He was also careful to not
present his dominant hand to his wife, just in case...) Outside of the room,
his best friends were waiting with more or less patience.
They couldn’t do much more than be a moral support for their friends. Sirius
Black and Remus Lupin were waiting for any news about the incoming baby. Sirius
was openly flirting with the female staff passing by and patients, like the
horny dog he was and he was mostly shut down spectacularly by the less than
impressed females. It was really entertaining for Remus to see his pack mate
being shot down politely but forcefully each and every time. While the Youkai
community had advanced with the times and embraced completely the twenty-first
century unlike the British Wizards, they were still a closed people and not
used to strangers.
They were very polite, it was in the Japanese culture to be cordial, Human or
Supernatural beings alike, but they would not have one night stands with a
gaijin. (Improper term used to describe a foreigner.) Much to Sirius’s dismay
and Remus’ amusement, many of the Dog and Wolf Youkais were interested
academically in the Werewolf. Lycanthropy had never made much of progress in
Japan with the exception of a few cases every decade or so, thus many were
curious about the Cursed Wolf inside the soft spoken man. Many times he had to
answer questions about his inner wolf and about his diet.
Since becoming a Werewolf as a child, Remus had become more partial towards
rare steaks and not much a fan of fruits and vegetables. The most amusing was
when a young girl asked him if he could change shape and play pony with her and
her siblings. Then all discussions came to an end when a feminine cry of fury
was heard from inside the private room
“James Charlus Potter, you bastard! It’s your entire fault! You better get used
to not get any, mister! Because the next times you come near me with your
manhood, I’ll cut if off and send it to Voldemort as a gift!”
James’ voice answered with a troubled and afraid tone
“But, Lily flower! Remember, I wanted to go out to buy some more condoms since
we didn’t have any left, but you were so in need that you jumped me! It’s as
much as your fault as mine!”
Thus, James needed to go see the healer to get his hand fixed for the fifth
time in a row and also his jaw since he said the wrong thing. It was quite a
boon that Fae healing magic was almost instantaneous and did not have any
addictive components or he would have been in deep trouble. After some long
hours, Harry James Potter was born at 3 o’clock in the morning of July 31st
1990. He was born with a tuff of black hair and furry black dog ears on top of
his head and a voice that could be heard quite far. But for Lily and James, he
was simply perfect. He had the form of James’ jaw with Lily’s nose and her
heart shaped face. When he opened his eyes, the adults could see they were a
quite strange but harmonious mix of green and gold.
It seems he had inherited more traits from his mother’s side of the family, but
it didn’t matter to them. The new parents were smitten with their newborn son.
James, proud like a rooster, had started to crow to the world the birth of his
Heir! More likely to everybody in the hospital, staff and patients alike, but
with his joy and enthusiasm to the maximum level since he was now a dad, he
didn’t really care who heard him or not. He was a father for Merlin’s sake! A
dad! With the permission of the healer, he brought his pack to his mate’s
bedside; his thoughts were quite ironic since he was the least animalistic of
the couple, to see his pup.
 Both Dog animagus and Lycanthrope were automatically smitten with the baby.
Remus had tears of joy into his blue eyes flaked with gold when he was
permitted to hold the babe without any fuss. It was the first one he had ever
held, since he was an only child. That young man lived for his pack. Even moon
cursed, they accepted him, treated him as one of their own and risked
everything to be with him in his time of need. His only regret was that he
could never repay them for their kindness, not that the others wanted to be
repaid, but Remus was stubborn and hated charity. Then, one other action
happened that would cause many ripples and said ripples would go to cause more
and more changes in many lives. James took the parole and said
“Remus, Sirius. Lily and I talked a lot about it and...We would like you both
to be the godfathers of our child.”  
Before both men could said anything, the new father passed a hand into his
hair, a trait acquired in his adolescence
“Yes Remus, I know the spiel by now. You are a Werewolf, dangerous monster
hiding under your skin, blah- blah- blah. I know how things are in Britain, but
remember Moony. Harry will have dual citizenship for Japan and the United
Kingdom since he was born here and we are British citizens. Sirius can fill the
role in the pureblood communities and in the rest of the world; I want both of
you to take the role.”
 James was silent, Lily was too but she was resting. Giving birth was quite
exhaustive after all. He was also quite appreciative of the fact that his
father-in- law had taken all the steps necessary to have everybody registered
up to date in the mundane world since he had the right connections. To make
sure that none of the Death Eaters would ever get wind of the Potters leaving
the country, they had flown to Japan, since the Ministry was so full of spies
it was a miracle that the institution was still standing. Lily was chalking it
on either general Wizard’s laziness or the Dork Lord hadn’t such a good grip on
the institution.
 The people there didn’t need to be Blood Elitists to be incompetents. Said
papers had cost a pretty penny, but Sirius and he had repaid him for their
papers and shared fifty/fifty the cost of Remus’ papers.  It was Sirius who
talked first
“I would be honoured, Prongs. You are my brother in everything but blood and I
love you. Not that I don’t love Moony as a brother either, but why two
godfathers? I could care less about some backward traditions, but you know how
it is, back home. The Daily Prophet will have a field day when the information
is released.”
Remus actually smiled his Marauder smile and answered after a few chuckles
“Prongs know that I’m the most level headed of us four, so if something
happens, I can be there to help temper your impetuousness. Everywhere else on
the globe, it would be a dual job but in Britain, to not give too much of an
ulcer on the law, you will be the one put on the officials papers. Crafty as
always Mr. Prongs! You got it, I’ll take the job. Thank you, brother.”
  James and Sirius snickered and the trio of best friends went a little further
to keep discussing and to not wake Lily-flower and baby Harry. She was already
cranky and the baby was already quite vocal.
Sesshomaru had also some time with his grandson. It was funny how life would
throw you curve balls. At his half brother Inuyasha’s birth and their father’s
death, he had nothing but contempt for a filthy half breed and his human
mother. Now, centuries later, he was holding his only daughter’s child and
contemplating on naming said grandchild his Heir. Rocking the baby a bit before
giving him back to Rirī, he then went towards the three Stooges as he liked to
call them. When they saw him, the three of them got up from their chairs and
made an acceptable bow as Japanese custom dictated it and addressed him at the
same time by his given name as permitted but with respect.
“Sesshomaru-Sama.”
He had an almost imperceptive twitch of the lips, but his golden eyes were warm
and friendly. He addressed James first
“You have my congratulations, Potter-san, for the birth of your first son. You
should be proud of yourself. I know that I am proud to be a grandfather. Don’t
forget to be the good man that my daughter loves so much towards your child.
Raise him with love and care. If something comes up and both of you don’t know
what is happening, do not hesitate to contact me. A Hanyō child is stronger and
develops faster than a Human baby, so you can expect some surprises. Do stop by
my hotel room in a day or two to have the paperwork ready for both Ministries
for Harry’s dual citizenship in the Mundane and Magical worlds.”
James smiled and accepted with a nod of the head. The Lord turned his attention
towards Sirius and said with a stern voice
“Black-san, I would be glad if you stopped acting like a horny mutt. The
flirting and advances you made on the female staff and patients of the hospital
is neither wanted nor needed. At the next offense, you will not be welcomed
into this hospital again unless you wish to become a patient under our male
nurses’ tender care. You are no longer a teenager Black-san; please do act like
the adult you are supposed to be and not like the teenager you aren’t anymore.”
Properly scolded, Sirius had the grace to blush and smile sheepishly from the
remonstrance and bow his head in shame, while both James and Remus snickered at
his misfortune at being scolded. Sesshomaru then turned his attention to the
cursed wolf and to prove he actually had a sense of humour, he said to him
“Lupin-san, you should seriously consider a shower or a bath. I understand that
you are a bachelor and that certain niceties get thrown overboard and that some
bad habits can take hold, but seriously, young man, take care of yourself! Clip
your nails, shave that disgusting thing you call a moustache, frankly it looks
like something out of a bad pornographic movie from the Sixties. And for Kami’s
sake, put some fresh clothes on! If you don’t have any, well you are a Wizard,
no? Use your magic for something more productive than chores and infantile
pranks.”
Sesshomaru cut his tirade there, hearing both James and Sirius snicker at
Remus’ situation. Ah, to be this young again. The Werewolf was kind of
embarrassed, but he could see that the_Dog_General had exaggerated just for
laughs. Of course, it was at that moment that Lily woke up very irritated, she
then took her wand and started to hex the four males whom had disturbed her
rest until they all left her room in a hurry, yipping from the stinging_hexes
on their skins. Lily saw them flee in terror and with a tired, but smug grin,
she was proud to still have it. Girl power for the win!
A few days passed before Lily and little Harry were cleared to leave the
hospital. While the delivery had been hard, the healers said that she was quite
healthy and her regeneration ability would heal everything in short order, so
she could have more children if she wanted to. Said healers did told her to
wait for about three weeks before going back to be sexually active though. She
only needed time to heal, so no fornicating until everything was back up to a
healthy level. James had been quite embarrassed by the recommendations, but
Lily took them with aplomb, quite amused to see her husband embarrassed by the
frank talk.
She was absolutely_not ready for a second child so soon, but she was glad to
still have the possibility for the future. After entering a car hired by her
father, Lily, baby Harry in his mother’s arms, Remus, James and Sirius were
driven from the hospital in Kyoto towards Okayama. It would normally take only
about three hours since the fastest road would have them drive two hundred
thirteen kilometres, but it took a little bit more than four hours since the
road taken was heavy with traffic.
From there, they were led to an office building into the work sector. It was a
building like many others, nothing really making it stand out. Once inside,
Sesshomaru was there to guide them through the entrance to his lands. Once pass
a double door made in stone, they had a strange sensation, like they were
walking through something semi liquid, but the sensation was soon gone. What
they saw left them agape. It was like they had made a jump into the past! Old
style houses everywhere with beautiful gardens and a multitude of trees!
Then, closer to the forest they could see on the far back, was a castle. The
castle was a build on a strange mix of Eastern and Western style, making it
beautiful but also a defensible fortress. Everywhere, they could see a
multitude of Youkais walking around in their true form, thus Lily took the hint
and released both her glamours and the one she had cast on her son to make him
look like Human. A strange feeling made itself known into her being. Lily, no
Rirī was home. She was back to her ancestors’ sanctuary after twenty years of
absence. 
Sesshomaru came near her and put a clawed hand on her shoulder and said with
emotion
“Welcome back home, daughter.”
She smiled with emotion and answered
“I’m glad to be home at last, Father.”
Michael Evans would always be “Dad” in her mind and heart, but Sesshomaru had
become “Father”.
Once everybody else finished gawking, the Dog General called for some domestics
to take them and their luggage to their quarters. Lily, her husband and the two
other Marauders would stay in Japan for a good while, out of reach of that
maniac Voldemort and his minions’ in the United Kingdom. Albus Dumbledore was a
good man, but his last idea for protection, while not bad, was not a really
good solution to the problem of being targeted either. He had come to them when
Lily was still pregnant, a few months ago. Somehow, he didn’t really elaborate,
he was recipient of an honest to gods’ prophecy.
 One that basically stated that a child born at the end of the seventh month to
those who had defied the Dark Lord thrice would be his downfall and that the
child would possess a power unknown to the Dark Lord. An intruder spying on his
meeting when said prophecy was spoken had said spy heard part of the prophecy
and was no doubt on his way to sell the information to the Dark Lord once he
was found and thrown out. Albus suggested to them that going in hiding under
the Fidelius_charm with himself as secret keeper was their best bet. To his
estimation, their unborn child and the Longbottoms’ were the most likely
candidates since both couple had met in combat and survived three direct
confrontations with Voldemort.
James very nearly accepted it on the spot, but his newly developed critical
mind (Sesshomaru didn’t just pounded him to the ground to make him overall
better physical wise, he also helped him to hone his keen mind usually geared
towards pranks, food and sex.) halted him before he could commit. Then he
realized something. They had better options, with his father-in-law’s help and
contacts and said so to his ex-headmaster
“Albus, Lily’s biological father has many contacts abroad. You should know that
he is part of the reason why the Ministry of Magic cleaned house recently.
Well, not directly, but he forged himself contacts into the Muggle society and
he managed to talk to people in the know and then able to act. The Ministry had
to get their act together or the Queen was willing to declare the Wizarding
Community forsworn, thus leaving the British Army the legal right to invade and
deal with the problem themselves as they saw fit! (*Shivers*) Since nobody on
each side of the Light/Dark political spectrum wanted to deal with the fallout,
the Wizengamot as a whole acted quickly.
 Thus the Death Eaters spies were routed out and now, the Extremists continue
to be censured, assailed and repressed from every corner. It’s the life of my
family’s at stake, not only mine that I have to think about now. The Fidelius
represent an interesting piece of magic I admit, but I refuse to let my family
be sitting ducks for a bit of fortunetelling. I don’t believe in Fate. My
parents were lucky to be abroad when the Family Manor was attacked by Voldemort
himself, I don’t want to risk it. Takahashi Ichimaru (Dumbledore was never told
Sesshomaru’s real name, so he is still known by his human cover even if his non
humanity is known.) is our best bet since the Blood Purity Movement don’t have
any foothold in Japan. “
Seeing that Albus was about to argue, Lily purposely undid her glamours and
added fiercely
“Albus, James’ and my baby won’t be fully human. Look at me, I’m not human, I’m
a Dog demon; my son will be born as a Half Demon. A Supernatural being straight
out of ancient Eastern lore will not be included in the Oaths of a local healer
if I were to give birth to St-Mungo’s or in any Muggle hospitals. I will not
put my child in danger the second he is out of my womb. Yes, you mean well, but
we are no longer school children Albus, we can make our own decisions and it’s
to Japan we will go. Father is already making the necessary arrangements for
normal papers for travel the mundane way. We won’t take unnecessary risks,
trust us.”
Knowing he was beaten and also feeling strangely refreshed from being
chastised, he then said with twinkling eyes
“If you are certain, I will not waste more time by arguing. Ichimaru-san is
nothing but effective, I know that much. Also, thank you for knocking me down a
few pegs. I tend to forgot that I don’t have always the best mentality when
dealing with former students of mine. I’m getting old. Oh well, time to go. I
still have the Longbottoms to see. Have a good night you two and don’t do
anything I wouldn’t do!”
Albus finished, teasing his ex-students who only answered with both the same
salacious smirks on their faces. Ah, to be young and in love.
After being accompanied to the fireplace so he could Floo elsewhere, the future
parents were left alone. They looked at each other for a few seconds in silence
before they started to reinforce the wards, dim the lights, lock the doors and
the windows and block the Floo before launching at each other, ripping their
clothes and kissing frantically. The perks of having a pregnant wife you ask?
She was always horny and James wasn’t complaining, not one bit! The only
downside of having a Youkai wife was that he had to ward his skin against her
claws and fangs when they started to play rough... 
Said Dark Lord was having recruitment problems and his Organization was
becoming shorthanded. You see, after a while, Sesshomaru’s word came through
and he managed to talk to some people who could force the Ministry to act and
to clean house or been found forsworn of their pact with the Isles ruler. At
first, the Ministry didn’t take seriously the Prime Minister’s directives and
warnings, he was just a Muggle after all, what could helpless Muggles do
against Wizards?
But when Death Eaters’ raids in the Muggle world were met with precise and
deadly force and that the Queen herself with an entourage of elite soldiers
made irruption into the Wizengamot chambers during a session to deliver her
ultimatum that was basically saying “Clean your own mess or else, goodbye life
as you know it.”, even the more pro pureblood Lords in the Wizengamot were
forced to advocate a very thorough cleansing of their more violent brethren.
Their survival and right of self rule was at risk here! They could always take
back the Cause later and in a different way once the terrorists were dealt
with! Never be it said that faced with a common problem, the Factions couldn’t
put their agendas to the side to assure their Society’s survival!
With no more choices, Millicent Bagnold gave the DMLE free reign to get those
scum out of the streets by any means necessary, with the consigns to take them
back alive and whole if possible, maimed was acceptable, dead was inconvenient
but better them than the Aurors and Hit Wizards. For the dead, said Aurors and
Hit-Wizards would have to do the paperwork themselves. Since paperwork was
something of a necessary evil coming from the dawn of time, nobody sane wanted
to do more than their fair share. The officers then made sure to do anything
possible to avoid killing the suspects when trying to arrest them. It was an
office joke that many would prefer face You-Know-Who in a duel to the death
than face more paperwork than necessary.
Peter Pettigrew was not the best student in school. He was not the bravest
either and more opportunistic and a follower than anything else. He was
sufficiently honest with himself to know that much. But if he had one very good
developed talent, it was survival. He had seen the writings on the wall, as the
Muggle saying said and he knew that before the Muggle Queen’s ultimatum, the
Dark Lord was slowly but surely winning. By a stroke of pure luck, he had
managed to avoid been bullied to take the Dark Mark and become a Death Eater
when his “recruiters” made the foolish mistake to try to corner him somewhere
in public and they had been arrested by a nearby patrol of Hit-Wizards.
Don’t get him wrong, he was willing to do a lot to save his own skin, he was
not very fond of Muggles in general, considering them boorish, but he was not
to condone genocide! Having an epiphany and his parents passed away, his mother
lost the fight against a tenacious liver cancer and his father lost at Sea when
he was fifteen, he decided it was time to quit when he was still ahead and go
abroad to start over. He was very glad to have such good friends in James,
Remus, Sirius and Lily, but her biological father literally scared the shit out
of him! There was something very strange in that man.
He could do magic without a wand and his spells were nothing like the
standardized ones taught in school. His inner animal could smell the predator
in that man and he could not force himself in his presence for too long. Sweet
Lily tried to help him. She was always so giving; he could understand why James
fell in love so hard with her. Who would not like or even love that woman? But
he was tired of fighting, tired to jump at shadows. It was time for a new
start. He would not keep contact with his friends for a while, not before
having settled somewhere first. His family wasn’t rich, they were of modest
living, but they had some great investments that had made money and years of
interests had left him with a hefty sum.
It was in their bi-weekly get together that Peter announced his decision to
them. Needless to say, his friends were shocked and tried to discourage him.
First it was Sirius
“But Peter, you are our best friend! We are the Marauders! And if you leave,
who will be my wing-man with the birds we pick up when we go Pub-hopping?”
That comment earned him a dope slap behind the head from Lily, who glared at
him for his sexist comment. Peter only shook his head with exasperation. Ten
years of exposure to Lily Evans now Potter’s moods and quirks and Sirius Black
had still not learned his lessons.
Rule #1: Never make a sexist remark around Lily; it’s bad for the health.
Sirius never learns, seriously!
Rule #2: Keep the swearing to the minimum, lest your mouth will be washed with
soap. Peter shivered at that one. That lesson was his more particularly. He
hated the taste of soap!
Rule #3: Keep your bragging of your sexual exploits between the boys. Not that
James was boasting much, lest he be cut off and sent sleeping on the couch.
That one made him laugh each time! Prongs was so henpecked!
Rule #4: You always remove your shoes at the door when entering in the cottage.
That one was Remus’ vice. He was again and again relegated to manually washing
the dishes after the meal as punishment for his repeated transgressions.
There were many more rules but that came with married life and understanding
between spouses, too many to name and sometimes Lily liked to invent some just
to get the boys in trouble. Say what you will, but Lily had also a mischievous
streak sometimes. Back to his decision he said
“Listen, I have to this for me. I graduated from Hogwarts with you all and look
where we are. I will be frank; I narrowly dodged some recruiters for the Death
Eaters yesterday. It’s just my luck that they accosted me in public near
Gringotts and that a squad of Hit-Wizards was nearby. You know I’m not the most
gifted Wizard around or the most courageous. I know my strengths and weaknesses
but what I have id the best survival instinct out of all of us. I know when to
get the hell out of dodge. I want to go abroad, see the world. I need to
discover what and who I can really be.
You just told me that you four where planning to go to Japan very soon since
Lily is nearly due to give birth. We are no longer school children and the
war...this Merlin damned war is too much for me. I have to go before it’s too
late!”
Peter was exhausted but relieved at the same time. He would miss his friends,
true, but they would see each other again someday. It was only a goodbye, not a
farewell.
It was Remus who moved first and took Peter in a masculine hug of brotherhood.
Soon, James and Sirius were there, even Lily hugged him to the best she could
with her pregnant belly. The night was fun but the mood was kind of soured
since everybody was heading elsewhere. Sirius and Remus were following the
future parents for now, but who know when they’ll find their true calling and
leave for new horizons also? It was a few days later that Peter Pettigrew
walked out of the United Kingdom to start a new life. And it wasn’t that long
after his departure that the rest of the group left for Japan.
Exactly one day after the Potters, Sirius and Remus left, Severus Snape, Death
Eater and Potion Master, forsworn his Oath to Voldemort once he learned who
will be targeted because of the information he gave to the monster. Snape
couldn’t care less about Potter, Lupin or Black or Pettigrew even if he tried.
But Lily, his sweet Lily...He couldn’t live with himself if something happened
to her...He then went to Dumbledore and literally begged the old man,
prostrated on his hands and knees, to do everything in his power to protect
Lily from the monster that he used to call his Lord and master. He would become
a spy in the ranks of the Dark Wizard if it was needed!
Needless to say, Albus was canny enough to take benefit of the situation and
only shared how Lily was already safe and way beyond Voldemort’s reach once the
young man bound himself to the Light under Unbreakable_Vow. Dumbledore was old,
yes, but not senile. He was not going to take only Snape’s word without a
guarantee. Severus Snape would never won the heart of Lily Potter, nee Evans,
but his chance at redemption would come earlier than he ever thought possible.
He was not even expecting be able to survive long enough to pass the
information he discovered.
It all came to head a few days before the new school year. Severus had only one
word to say to his benefactor, but what a horrible word it was. The secret of
Voldemort’s continued survival, after his third encounter against the Potters.
He should have died from blood loss that day, with some of his arteries touched
by a potent cutting spell. Horcrux.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     A little time skip.
     Where you can find the pureblood dogma and where you can't find it.
     Common sense was born in magical UK.
     A visit from the paternal grandparents.
     Charlus is a lucky Bastard, Dorea is still hot.
     Harry is quite wild, too much for mundane schooling.
     Lily is immune to the puppy eyes.
     Harry is not successful at ditching his tutor.
     Remus, James and Sirius work at the same place.
     Harry is a little prankster.
     Lily is a vindictive bitch when crossed.
     Lily and James discuss things.
     Voldemort is vanquished.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 3
                                        
Author’s notes: Here we are, at chapter 3. I hope you liked the original twist
I made with Peter. At first I thought to follow canon and let him become a
double agent, but by then, the Potters did have more options in front of them
than a Fidelius protected home and be basically sitting ducks. The charm is
very powerful and very useful, but it can be stifling to be on house arrest in
your own home I can hazard to guess. As you can see, Harry’s childhood will be
very different from canon. In fact, many characters will likely have a
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A few years passed and the Potters found themselves living a very comfortable
life of anonymity in Japan in a medium sized house on Sesshomaru’s Keep’s
grounds. No backward Ministry who want to go back to the middle ages rather
than going into the modern era, no Pureblood supremacy bullshit, no civil war
and the most pleasing of all, no psychopathic Dark Lord who want to either
conscript them into his service or kill them! If the Pureblood supremacy
movement could rally some desperate people down on their luck from Eastern
Europe countries such as Albania, In Asia, the movement had absolutely no hold
whatsoever.
 The Middle East’s magical population was too sparsely located and too busy
surviving in the harsh climate and dodging the wars plaguing those countries to
be concerned with outsiders’ problems. No place was perfect and prejudice was a
part of human nature, but at least it was not as prominent as in Britain. In
fact, Voldemort’s influence was waning daily; since many of his followers
seemingly refused to learn the simple fact that when a company of soldiers or a
squad of policemen specially trained to handle Wizards are pointing their
firearms at you, you obey the designated speaker’s commands, the quicker, the
better if you want to live.
 You don’t start antagonizing them by preening and casting spells carelessly
all around and declaring yourself superior to them. Albus, with the help of the
Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry, were all working together to dispatch
that threat to their lives for good. Wizards of Light and of Dark persuasions
were still not friends by a long shot, but both sides in the Wizengamot had
agreed that a Merlin be damned civil war was way too extreme to resolve their
differences and impose their world view. There would always be some extremist
people, but what good did it do for their society to go to war against each
others when they could came to an understanding or at least a truce in
politicking?
Since the start of Voldemort’s bloody campaign, so many families went extinct,
culled down to the last child! That mad man had to be stopped somehow and the
sooner the better! He was reaping muggleborns and purebloods lives alike!
Common sense had finally taken hold in Magical Britain. That event would lead
to the one that would be Tom Marvolo Riddle’s final downfall not too far in the
future, rending a certain prophecy obsolete.With the Elder Potters, Charlus and
Dorea, they simply put Potter Manor and the other proprieties of the family
under lock-down.
The elder couple had found a nice little house in Jamaica to live their
retirement in peace, a long way from the United Kingdom’s rainy weather. Of
course they kept contact with their son and their daughter in law, they were
quite ecstatic to learn of their grandson’s birth! It took some doing and cost
a pretty penny, but soon enough the elder couple took an international two way
portkey to Japan. Of course, Sesshomaru did not invite them in his lands, so
James and Lily, with little Harry in tow of course, had to put a front before
their arrival and rented a modest house big enough for four persons plus a few
guests in Okayama, since the elder Potters would likely stay a few days to get
to know their grandson and catch up with their son and daughter in law.
 Sirius and Remus did the same for convenience’s sake, but they shared a
bachelor pad and came around often. Harry had melted everyone hearts in
seconds, with his big green and gold eyes and his cherub like face. He was
already much more alert than a normal child at that age. A magical child would
seem precocious by mundane standards; a Hanyō child was even more, but not to
the point of being very out of the ordinary. As much the new parents both loved
Charlus and Dorea, they couldn’t tell them about Lily’s and now Harry’s secret.
The Supernatural community was hidden from even most of the magical beings for
a good reason.
 To add on to that, Sesshomaru had also formerly forbidden it and he didn’t
forgot to add Remus and Sirius into the orders, so that method of breaking the
truth to James’ parents was also nixed. James was not a big fan of authority in
general and very flippant about rules he didn’t like, also he didn’t like to
keep such a secret from his parents and Lily was always very independent and
quite headstrong, but that man was about a thousand years old, so he had the
strength necessary to back his orders.
 James and Lily didn’t fancy being beaten to a pulp in their next training
session if they forgo his orders and told the new grandparents the whole truth.
Neither Sirius nor Remus fancied to be drafted into said training sessions
either. And also add on the fact that they were technically inside Sesshomaru’s
jurisdiction, the_Dog_General had also the necessary authority to back the
strength of his commands, thus the new parents kept their mouths shut. Charlus
and Dorea stayed for an entire week before going back to Jamaica. They had
enjoyed their time in the country of the rising sun, but the tropical sun and
the sandy beaches were calling them back with insistence.
 His wife in an itsy bitsy tiny weenie bikini taking a sun bath on a beach of
fine yellow sand was also calling for Charlus. Witches and Wizards aged more
slowly than mundane people, so even in their sixties, they both still looked
like in their late thirties, beginning forties and Dorea was quite gifted in
the curves department. Charlus was a very lucky bastard indeed; even those
related to Dorea by blood knew she was very attractive!  Now at five years old,
Harry James Potter started mundane school like many kids all over the world.
His parents and his grandfather made sure he was fluent in both Japanese and
English, to not forget his dual heritage and to be able to blend in better with
his entourage.
Unfortunately, quite a few things made Harry’s short stay in school even
shorter. Still very young and still not understanding completely the need to
pass as human, young Harry couldn’t keep his supernatural traits and animal
instincts in check very well. Like running at twenty kilometres per hour in gym
class, jumping several metres into the air to catch a launched Frisbee or a
ball with his mouth at recess outside in the schoolyard or even jumping through
an open window from the first floor to run on all four, thus scoring the family
record for skipping class the earlier in their school career, chasing a passing
through stray cat once, barking like mad.
 Don’t even let Lily get started on his bad habit to ditch class without a
second thought to chase the local reckless squirrels for hours at end! James
and his friends at least waited until their teen’s years before skipping class!
Or in one very memorable event, Harry had accidentally let go of his glamours
applied every day by his parents by flaring at a too high level his youki to
create an energy whip to kill a more or less tame racoon dog that was running
away after stealing from his bento that his mother had made for his lunch. That
one made Sesshomaru very proud of his grandson. The boy had only seen him use
the energy whip two times and he could already create his own!
 After a month of daily mass obliviations on the entire staff, the students and
everybody who could have seen the boy do impossible things, the Japanese
Ministry of Magic, which was one of the only magical government of the world in
the know about Youkais and other supernatural creatures, requested to James and
Lily that Harry stop attending mundane school until such a time he could better
blend in, after they had paid the accumulated fines related to the breaks of
the International_Statute_of_Secrecy, of course. The Obliviators could hardly
blame a Hanyō child so young for his involuntary infractions.
He was still too little to understand completely, but the adults should have
had a better control on the kid. So Lily, the more at ease in mundane society,
withdrew Harry from school and registered him as a home schooled student. Since
she and James were not that knowledgeable or up to date in the mundane
education, they had to look elsewhere for a tutor. Thus, Sesshomaru presented
them with a female kitsune (Fox spirit), her fur was a light brown and she had
blue eyes with five tails. Her name was Yashima, a great granddaughter of
Shippo, the little kitsune that Kagome, the miko (Shinto Priestess) his half
brother was mated to, had reared when they were looking for the sacred Shikon
jewel shards long ago in the Warring States Era.
At first, Harry wanted nothing to do with Yashima and studies, but Lily would
not let her son be a lazy layabout. It was her responsibility to make sure he
became a productive member of society and God be her witness, she would fulfill
her motherly duties!
“But mama, I don’t like her scent! She smells odd and makes my nose itch! Human
school is boring anyway, playing with my magic and my youki is way funnier. I
already know how to read, write and also how to count in English and Japanese.
Can I go bother uncle Padfoot now? He’s always up for some fun! Maybe we can
plan a good prank on uncle Moony or on daddy when they get home? ”
He tried to give her the puppy eyes, and since he had some dog ancestry; he was
quite skilled with it, but Lily was not charmed at all, since she had so much
experience with them. So she marched her pouting and protesting son to his
tutor and make sure to convey that he was to listen to said tutor or else. Her
husband gave her those eyes every time he wanted something out of the ordinary,
like a new trick to spice their bedroom activities or a new toy for his
workshop that he was too lazy to go buy by himself. James had fallen in love
with mechanics, so he had taken a course on mechanics at an adult school and
once he graduated, he opened his own workshop with his pack mates.
And also he started to love buying vehicles of all types and age so he could
customize or restore them on his own time. Sometimes it was for his growing
private collection, other times it was for some customers, regular humans,
wizards and youkais alike. He did not take customers for profits’ sake; it was
more like something to keep him busy and being the owner, it gave him a very
flexible schedule to help his wife educate their son. Both Sirius and Remus had
also found their calling with their pack brother, but were still bachelors.
 Remus was working with James in the workshop since his werewolf enhanced
strength was very useful for things better done in the muggle way, he was also
the voice of reason by getting James and Sirius to stick to the monthly budget
made by the bankers and with Sirius’ openness and business acumen's, he was the
public face of the company. Lily, up to recently, was a stay at home mom, but
the taste of travelling was getting to her, so she hadn’t taken up a profession
after getting her masteries in charms and potions. James would follow surely,
but Sirius and Remus? She wasn’t sure. They could do whatever they please after
all; they were grown men, most of the time anyway.
Sometimes she felt she had to deal with four children in place of just one. She
would have to talk about her plans with her husband tonight. Japan was great,
but she wanted to see the world and show it to her child. And maybe it was time
to have another child? Harry could enjoy being a big brother and James always
told her that he wished to have a bigger family, having been an only child
growing up. Lily also wanted a bigger family, maybe not Weasley big, but one or
two more, she wouldn’t be against it. She then came back to the real world to
see her son try to ditch her tutor when he thought the kitsune wasn’t paying
attention.
 He hadn’t managed to make it out of the room; Yashima had sent a few of her
tails after the boy to put him back in his seat promptly. Harry did whine after
that, pouting all the same
“It’s not fair! You have to give me a bit of advance before trying to capture
me again! It’s in the rules of the game!”
Lily answered then with a stern voice 
“Here’s an important lesson for you to learn early, life is not fair my son.
Now be quiet, sit down and behave for your teacher or you won’t have any
dessert for a week. Am I clear? ”
Properly chastised, Harry’s furry black dog ears fell flat on his head and with
a rather canine whine coming out from his throat; the little boy reluctantly
obeyed his mother. Harry had a little rebel streak that showed sometime, but it
was nothing more than childish stubbornness and his sweet tooth overpowered it
anyway. The kitsune sent an appreciative smile to Lily and the lessons could
finally start anew. Said lessons went without a hitch, but the second they were
done a few hours later, Harry bolted away at top speed in fear that they would
resume right away. It was Sirius’ day off and the dog animagus was still
sleeping even at two O’ clock in the afternoon.
 From the muffled yell and the sound of a body hitting the floor joined with a
childish giggle, Harry had likely decided to jump on one of his godfathers to
wake him up. Then her boys’ voices could be heard out loud, first from Sirius
“Why you little...! Wait until I get my hands on you, little scoundrel! I told
you to stop jumping feet first on me Harry!”
Harry’s answer was a musical childish laugh and a boost in speed while shouting
back a childish taunt
“You can’t catch me Siri! You’re way too old and fat to get me!”
Sirius’ answer to this was an annoyed growl and morphing into Padfoot to gain
speed. Harry only accelerated more, still laughing with pure joy. At five years
old, he was already faster than a human Olympic racing athlete. He did not have
the endurance or the training of one though, but only Lily and Sesshomaru and
the other Youkais older than him could catch him easily in a physical manner.
Well Padfoot or Prongs could technically, but their godson/son was quite agile
and the boy was also quite prompt to use any flat surfaces around him for
acrobatics jumps. Thus putting himself out of the dog and stag animagus’ range.
Forcing them to revert to human form and use magic to get him. Moony was the
smartest of the three Stooges, bribing the boy with sweets to make him stop or
a threat to his toys. Then the front door opened and James was home, which drew
immediately little Harry’s attention, ditching his dogfather without a second
thought. With a strong shout of
“Daddy! Daddy! Tou-san! ("Dad" in Japanese) Otou-san (another way to say "dad")
is home!”
Little Harry took hold of the banister with his little clawed hands once he was
near it, swung his little legs over it and let himself fall on the ground
floor. The house was built with adult Youkai abilities taken in account, so
they would not break unless Sesshomaru or another ancient Youkai was using more
than his passive strength. Landing on a roll, he was on his feet a few seconds
later, enough time for James to take a knee to the floor and receive his
beloved son into his arms. When James was sure of his hold on the boy, he stood
up, Harry still in his arms with his son’s arms around his neck, with a big
smile on his face he said after kissing his boy on the forehead  
“Well, you’re very active today, squirt! How was your day?”
While Harry started to babble about his day, James walked over Lily and kissed
her a few times, she was quite happy to kiss back. Inside Sesshomaru’s lands,
no glamours were needed, so Harry and Lily were in their natural forms all the
time. The fact that almost no regular humans came here also gave the wizards
permission to use magic in broad daylight with no consequences most of the
time. Harry tried to have James on his side for not having to learn “boring
stuff” as he called it when he talked about his tutor, but even the carefree
prankster the man still was knew that education was very important. With his
most serious voice he had learned from his own father, James said to his son
“My boy, you will do as your kaa-san ("Mom" in Japanese) says. I know it’s not
fun and that you had rather do something else, but those lessons are for the
future. We do this for your future, Harry. So you will be nice with your tutors
and you will listen to what they say. When you’re older, you’ll understand, I
promise. You know we don’t do this to punish you, but it is something that
everybody needs to do.”
Harry listened to his father, but he was quite sceptic about the fact that
everybody had to learn what he was calling “boring stuff”. His dad was playing
all day long with cars and motorcycles! He was not forced to learn things he
already knew or see no use to! He already knew his alphabet; he could talk
fluently in Japanese and English since they were almost always speaking English
at home, he could count to thirty in both languages and he could already swear
quite well in English, Japanese, Spanish and Portuguese! He was always winning
when he and the other Youkai children had swear-a-thons! (Children always pick
up words they should not know faster than the rest.)
 Not that he would repeat those words near his mother! Harry had a very high
survival instinct and even if it was Uncle Moony who got to eat soap for
swearing after he found out the hard way Uncle Padfoot switched his after shave
with his mama’s perfume, he had no intention to get the same treatment! Uncle
Padfoot was punished for his part in that stunt too. He was locked in dog form
and he was put outside, tied on a chain, said chain tied to a loop in his
collar, for a few days, with a dog house and fed dog food!
That was the day that Harry learned that his mama didn’t like pranks on her
toiletries and was quite vindictive when wronged. After a few sessions with
Yashima, Harry had finally learned that home school was not an insult on his
growing intelligence. He still didn’t like it and tried every once and again to
give the slip to the female kitsune, without success. 
Later that night, when everyone had retired to bed and after making sure Harry
and the rest of the pack would behave; James and Lily did try for another baby
in the sanctity and privacy of their heavily warded bedroom. It’s not like they
minded the practice after all, not at all! Practice was always good! Why though
going through the pain and time consuming task of warding their bedroom against
escaping sounds and unauthorized intrusions before letting their passions run
wild? Harry was quite inquisitive and mischievous.Hhis parents really didn’t
want to be forced to give him The_Talk before puberty set in because he caught
them going at it.
And they didn’t want Sirius or Remus barging on them, it would be quite
awkward. Now cuddling together, resting after a quite vigorous love making
session, their nakedness protected by the blankets of the bed, Lily explained
the wanderlust that took hold of her to her husband.
“James, I really like Japan, but I would really like to see the world beyond. I
would like to experience other cultures, met new people. We’re still young and
I guess Peter had a good idea, to go on a trip, looking for himself. I am
pretty sure I know who I am, but I’m getting really bored of the day to day
routine.”
Once she was done, she cuddled her head on her husband’s torso, basking in
their shared love, almost purring since his hand attached to the arm against
her waist was stroking her shapely hip absently. She knew to not press for an
answer, in those last few years, his patience had greatly improved and he
tended to consider both the pros and cons of a situation before committing. Not
that he wasn’t still spontaneous, but for a big decision like this, he had
learned that if he didn’t want to sleep on the couch, he better consult her and
think properly about it. On one side, it would be a great adventure, but how
would they educate Harry by travelling?
Magic could help, but raising a child on the road was not something he had
envisaged. The kid had his little friends here and he could be himself, not
forced to hide his supernatural nature. But, he too was getting bored with the
routine. His workshop was easily closed since he didn’t take many projects or
maybe Sesshomaru had a few people willing to look after it while they were
gone?
He also had the need to do something different while he was still young. Don’t
get him wrong, he was over the moon! He had a beautiful wife, the woman who was
his better half and together they had funded a family. He loved his son with
all his heart, sometimes it was terrifying on how much he could feel for his
little boy. But was it selfish to desire to do something for himself? But what
about his pack brothers? He couldn’t uproot them but he also couldn’t abandon
them. Magic would make travelling easier and technology was getting better for
long distance contact. This “internet” thingie was getting popular. He was
about to say “no”.
 He was a father now and he had responsibilities now. As much as he wanted to
be a bit selfish, he couldn’t. And they were trying for another baby. Wouldn’t
it be better to stay in Japan where there was a hospital for the Supernatural
for the regular checkups and the birth? Harry could also attend high school
when he would be old enough at the famous Youkai Academy he heard so much good
things about, where youkais of all type learned to blend in among the humans.
Okay, it was kind of a Darwinian environment, only the strong survives and the
weak perished. But with Sesshomaru training him, Harry would be strong enough
as a teenager to survive.
Especially if they followed the tradition of gifting him with his own demonic
sword at fourteen years old. Sesshomaru did tell them that Harry would need a
stabilizer for his mixed blood. But logic went out of his mind when his vixen
of a wife decided to “convince” him to make him fold to her point of view when
she disappeared underneath the sheets after a saucy smirk. James’ eyes went
cross-eyed from Lily’s idea to prepare him for a round two. Oh yeah, he was
totally sold now. Other countries, here they come! After round two
though...maybe after round three?   
Back in Britain, Voldemort was cornered, his back to the wall. His more
intelligent supporters and followers had left him the first chance they got
when the winds turned after the ultimatum given to the magicals by the muggle
government. It was either to shape up or be annihilated. He was left with only
the more zealous to his cause, but not many had the power to help him, be it
financially or otherwise. Now Tom Riddle was on the ground, in a no name town
in Suffolk, bleeding from being shot in the arms and legs. He had been bested.
Not by Dumbledore, not by the Potters or the Longbottoms, but by a task force
of Aurors and Hit-Wizards intensively trained in magical and muggle combat.
A squad of elite Aurors and Hit-Wizards that could manipulate guns as well as
any well trained mundane soldiers were his Vanquisher. He was done anyway, his
wand had been taken from him and the few followers he had left alive were in
the same situation as him. Not taking any chances, the wizards closer to the
Dark lord put as many restricting spells as possible. It was nearly over; they
didn’t want to comb the isles again for the final showdown. Ironically, it was
a “mudblood” and a woman who put the “final blow”. A little slip of a girl with
golden blonde hair in a pixie cut and hazelnut eyes dressed in a soldier
fatigues approached the downed Voldemort.
 In her hands was an old style oil lamp, like the ones in the old stories
coming from the Arabic countries.With an incantation chant in a tongue he
didn’t understand, which was taken by all the squad one after the other, his
crippled body lost his solidity and became smoke like. The chant became even
louder and he was absorbed into the lamp, like a genie in one of those silly
muggle stories! Soon, he could no longer feel indignation, for he was lulled
into a dreamless sleep. Tom Marvolo Riddle has been vanquished at long last!
Now, the Wizarding world could clean up the mess left behind and let itself
heal. The prophecy given by Sibyl Trelawney was not put into play.
 The magical society of Britain would not have to put all their hopes of
salvation on a child’s shoulders, for they had saved themselves. The Blood war
of Tom Riddle would soon be over and a bad memory.     
 
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     The end of the war.
     The Fallout and clean up.
     How each side of the conflict cope.
     Life goes on.
     Harry is a big brother.
     Rosaline Emiko Potter has her father's pride and mother's temper.
     New Jersey is not a good place for Werewolves.
     The family is touring the world but goes back to Japan in winter.
     James is a good father.
     The Potter Family is ally with the Addams Family.
     Harry hits off with Wednesday and Pugsley.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 4
                                        
Author’s Notes: Here we are at chapter 4! Since I’m getting a bit bored with
Harry’s early childhood, we will have a little time-skip of a few years in this
chapter. I will also introduce a few characters from other series. Which ones?
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Greek Kunoichi. The final decision fell on a Divine enhanced Bijuudama. Now I
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Last Edit: May 25, 2017.
 
 
In Wizarding Britain, things had gone rather well. With Voldemort imprisoned
and guarded by a specially selected Unspeakable group swore by Unbreakable Vow
to remain neutral and steadfast in their duties even in case of a change into
the government before having managed to make the Dark Lord mortal and his most
fanatic followers put down like rabid dogs or imprisoned, the country could
finally start to heal. Bartemius Crouch senior, with the personal tragedies of
his son being a Death Eater, a quite fanatic one to that and his wife who was
terminally ill, lost the will to push for the Minister of Magic post at the
next elections.
 He would stay as the Head of the DMLE until his chosen successor was ready to
take the reins and all the damn terrorists infecting his country condemned
before retiring out of political life for at least a few years. The wealthy
families with some sense like the Malfoys, Goyles and Crabbes to name only a
few; were internally conflicted. Many current Lords had backed Riddle,
sometimes politically and/or financially publicly, but their chosen heirs
didn’t. This caused quite a few problems in the succession lines of said old
families. The only things that prevented a mass casting out of the families was
the Purebloods’ lack of fertility.
Having only a sole heir and in rare cases, an heir and a spare; and the fact
that they didn’t declare themselves for the Light. The Malfoys, Crabbes, Goyles
and many others could grudgingly deal with an heir willing to stay neutral,
waiting to see in which direction the wind was blowing and act accordingly. It
wasn’t what most of the older Lords wanted, but it was better than nothing.
They could have done the sacrilege to back Dumbledore and his muggle loving
ways, so they would take what they could get! In the case of the Black Family,
Walburga, who was Lady Black, still burnt Sirius’ name on the family tapestry
in a fit of anger, but Sirius and Regulus’ father, Orion, was a smart man.
 For all his pro-pureblood opinions and his disdain of the lesser blood, he
knew when to shut up and wait to see in which direction the wind was blowing.
So having a son in both camps was his investment towards the future. This is
why he never officially cast Sirius out once his own father, Arcturus, pass the
headship of the family to him. Orion never allowed Regulus to be marked by
Riddle, even if Walburga was urging their youngest to join the crusade. Not
after learning Riddle’s true identity and plans. It was quite clever using the
paranoia against the mudbloods to stir the traditional families and those of
dark leanings to act against those perceived as a menace to their ways of live
and flock to his banner, he had to admit.
You had to give credit where credit was due. But the House of Black’s motto was
“Toujours Pur”. Some were seeing it as pureblood dogma, but it was for
something else entirely. Be always pure in your ambitions, always be yourself.
Why did you think he allowed Sirius to pursue his silly teenage rebellion and
fascinations with muggle posters of half naked girls and loud two wheeled
machines? He saw the world changing and a son able to guide the family into the
new Era that was coming would always be practical. This is also why he
permitted Walburga to shape Regulus as the perfect Pureblood Heir of a Dark
family, in case the novelties coming from the Muggle world were a poisoned
gift, he could always bet his money on another horse.
It was cold, maybe cruel, but for Orion Black, Head of House Black, he had to
see to betterment of all his kin, not just a few. This is why when Bellatrix,
her husband and her brother in law got caught red handed by the Aurors and
branded with the Dark Mark while massacring an out of the way muggle farming
village, he refused to lift one finger to help her out of this mess. She chose,
of her own free will to worship a demented Half Blood masquerading as a Lord,
with obvious thanatophobia (Chronicle fear of death) and delusions of grandeur;
a bastard one to that. She made her bed, now she had to lie in it. Azkaban for
life was the consequences of her acts. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
It was in that same idea of backing two different horses and the fact that
Andromeda had put them in front of a “fait accompli” by eloping to Gretna Green
with a muggleborn wizard named Edward “Ted” Tonks who had been courting her in
secret for years, thus voiding her own marriage contract with the heir of the
House of Selwyn; since she had lost her virginity. That was why he refused to
officially disown his favourite niece. Like he heard Sirius said a few times,
she had bollocks of steel to defy her family like that. Her parents and his own
wife were furious, but he was secretly quite amused and also quite impressed
since he never even had a single hint of what she was preparing and willing to
do to get out of the marriage contract.
“Well played Dromeda, very well played indeed.”
Those were Orion’s thoughts on the subject.
The Black Patriarch was also somewhat glad that Narcissa managed to make a love
match with the Malfoy heir, Lucius. She was good for the boy, reducing his
swelled head like that and bursting his ego when needed.
On the side of the Light, Albus Dumbledore was of two minds about the events
that came to pass. Sybil Trelawney’s prophecy, the only hope to end this damn
civil war in his humble opinion, has been totally sidelined. None of the
couples whom had defied Tom three times had a hand in his downfall, not even
their first born sons, young Neville and young Harry. It was a special unit of
ICW Aurors who got Tom and in such an ironic manner too he couldn’t suppress a
snort of amusement each time he came back on the subject. Riddle was made a
prisoner like a genie in an old oil lamp, like in the muggle fairy tales!
When he learned that one for the first time, he laughed himself to a coughing
fit. The Longbottoms, even more cautious after learning firsthand of the
Potters’ departing the country, had spared no expense to upgrade the wards of
their residence and the grounds, Longbottom Manor. It was now as much as a
fortress as Hogwarts, even better in some cases, since they didn’t need to make
so many exceptions into the wards as they weren’t a school. The Potters had
left the country before it becomes too dangerous, during Lily’s pregnancy.
He had argued against it, if they were leaving, the moral around the forces of
the Light would plummet as the Potters were seen as an icon, heroes even! He
could offer them more protection if it was needed. James and Lily just had to
stay and keep fighting the good fight! They had survived three encounters with
Voldemort and managed to almost put him down at their last encounter! Only
Frank and Alice Longbottom could boast that much! But he had been outvoted and
entirely sidelined. James had said that he had a duty as a future father and
husband and he would do his duty to his family before doing morale boosting for
his countrymen.
It was his duty to see to his family’s welfare, not Albus’. They too were quite
heavily protected, by the distance, the country of Japan’s policies and from
what the letters he received from them said, by magicks unknown or lost to men.
Youkais. He still couldn’t warp his head around the fact that their existence
was real, but Lily’s father was a really ancient and very powerful one. She was
one also; a powerful Youkai that is. It kind of explained why she was such a
powerful witch at such a young age, able to overpower every professor on his
staff except himself.
On other musings, to think that even the Elves and the Faes were real, just
both settled in a different reality than theirs. It was intense. He would have
never guessed that the Ultimatum delivered to the Wizengamot by the Muggle
Government and the Queen would have shaken down things like that. Imagine that,
Light, Grey and Dark families working together to get rid of the subversive
elements of their society. Well it was that or losing their right of self
governance and exposition to the mundane populace. Ah well, it worked even if
it was an extremist solution. They had learned to play rather well with each
other.
Oh, he doubted the conflicting factions would ever be more than polite and
politically correct with each others, but anything other than a full blown war
was amelioration in his books. Oh well, if Riddle was gone and done for, he
didn’t need to scheme a way to put the prophecy into play. Then a shiver was
felt all over his spine. Yes, it was a feeling of dread. He was quite lucky
that he didn’t had to play the puppet master; he could feel the retribution he
would endure should he even found out if he went ahead with that plan.
On The Potter family side of things, life was going rather well in a hundred
per cent Dark Lord free environment. Remus was seeing a female Wolf Youkai and
things were starting to look serious between them. Sirius was still playing the
field so to speak, but after a stern warning from Sesshomaru to be careful to
not give life if he didn’t meant to create it or he would live to regret it,
the dog animagus started to use protection religiously. After a few scares with
STDs and having to be called jokingly by his pack “Crabsfoot” for a few weeks,
he also added condoms to his repertory; since the contraception charms were
useless on any male or female with youkai blood. Be they Hanyōs or pure
Youkais.
Time had passed so quickly and now Harry was a very active ten years old,
growing boy. After growing up a little more, he learned to better handle his
supernatural traits and how to blend well in the human society. Now, he didn’t
cause breaks into the International_Statute_of_Secrecyleft or right like
before. He also loved to go to work with his dad and uncles. He wasn’t allowed
to do much yet with the vehicles but he was learning!  He was also helping by
bringing them the snacks and beverages when they asked for them. He wasn’t
allowed to answer the Office phone because he was still a child and customers
didn’t like to talk to a child in an adult business or something like that.
 Also he was still learning to tune his hearing to a human level, so it was no
great loss in his opinion since that one was still giving him some troubles. He
had already got the hang of his sense of smell, so it was better than nothing.
Harry was also now a big brother and he took that duty with all the aplomb and
seriousness that a ten years, almost eleven, years old boy could manage. He now
had a little sister that his parents had named Rosaline Emiko Potter, but
everyone was calling her Rosie. From what he has heard, the delivery for Rosie
had been easier than his, whatever it meant.
She also had dog ears on top of her head just like him, but her hair was an
elegant raven black with some red and white highlights. Rosie was also lucky to
not have inherited the natural messiness of the Potter Family’s hair since hers
were soft as silk while his was a bird’s nest like his dad. She also had their
Kaa-san’s heart shaped face just like him, with the high cheek bones of
Grandfather Sesshomaru while he had inherited a bit more of the rough/square
angles of Granddad Charlus’ jaw. She had the button nose of Grandma Dorea but
her eyes were also unique. Where his were an equal mix of gold and emerald
green; hers were hazel brown like Tou-san’s with a bit of gold that was coming
from their Inu youkai heritage.
Luckily, their Supernatural heritage meant that they would never have need of
glasses. It was something that was making his dad grumble often and both his
uncles’ smile with amusement. Grownups were weird. Were he was born at the end
of July; his younger sister was born in the beginning of January. He loved his
little sister, but she was very fussy and quite demanding even now at five
years old and even less adept than him to hide her supernatural nature at this
age so her glamours were powered by a bit of jewellery that their mother was
empowering with her own youki that would be put on her at each outing outside
of Grandfather Sesshomaru’s lands.
Thus to help his mother since he had no clue on how to help and she was often
too tired to take the time to show him more than a thing or two; he would spend
as much time as possible in the day with his father and uncles or with
Grandfather Sesshomaru when he was not too busy. Sometimes the_Dog_General
would ditch his paperwork and supervise his training personally. He was still
too young to have access to a Youkai blade, not to mention one of the Fangs of
the previous General, but he was adept enough at the sword to now practice with
a real katana under strict guidance from his grandfather or an instructor.
 He had also learned on how to mold perfectly his youki into his claws to make
his attacks way stronger and also to blend in with the magical folk; his
parents had gotten him a focus ring recently. Normally he would do like his
mother and the other youkais interacting with the magicals and mimic their
magic with his youki since the trick was rather simple once you get the hang of
it, but he was expected to have a focus for his magic since he was supposed to
be a regular wizard in the outside world. In Asia, magical children learned
magic with wands or other foci before learning focus less magic. Contrary to
most of Europe’s method, in Asia they didn’t ship the youths into boarding
schools for seven long years for most of the year.
While there was some schools with the possibility of board, most were private
day schools were you learned mundane and magic subjects to have your diploma in
both societies. They were living in safety and in peace, but Grandfather wanted
him to be able to defend himself just in case, hence why all those lessons of
self defense with martial arts and Kenjutsu. It was not always training in his
life, aside of mechanics; Harry was also quite enamored with his acoustic
guitar. After a few lessons, he became They had to get specially made strings
that would not be cut by his claws and spell the guitar unbreakable since he
was not always careful with his supernatural strength, but he was becoming
quite talented! 
Also the family had started to travel around the world, but would come back to
Japan for winter, since it was usually milder in the country of the rising sun
than in Europe or in North America. Talking about North America, the Potter
family, minus Sirius and Remus, since the former was really busy with the
workshop and the latter couldn’t set foot in the state where they were going
because of his lycanthropy, New Jersey’s magical law against Werewolves were
very strict, no Weres of any kind whatsoever where authorized to be inside the
state’s line no matter what.
If one was found, they were put under arrest, brought to a special facility
where they were put to death by lethal injection of silver nitrate. Of course,
before being brought out at the facility, the accused was tested beforehand and
if the Werewolf was underage, they had the possibility to be relocated in
another state. Even the hard asses wouldn’t put a child to death. Fortunately,
New Jersey was the only state in the entire United States of America with such
a law; otherwise there would have been a much more outcry by the International
community for such a draconian measure. They were in the town of Westfield, New
Jersey, trying to locate an old friend of James.
A certain Gomez Addams, from the Addams family was said childhood friend. You
see, Gomez and James had attended the same summer courses as children and
teenagers on how to take care of the monies and investments of their families.
Both the Addams and Potter families were very rich, even if the Addams had
migrated to the States generations ago and the Potter stayed rooted in Europe.
Both families had for habit/tradition to invest in the other’s endeavours and
make the heirs meet each other while they were young, thus one generation the
Potter family would go in the States and for the next, it was the Addams family
who would go to Britain for the summer.
Where James and Gomez met, it was the Addams’ who came to Britain, now it was
the Potters’ turn, hence their presence in the state of New Jersey. While not
many of the larger Addams clan were typically magical, they were something
else. Many had certain gifts. Per example; everyone of Addams blood had an
almost freakishly strong constitution that would permit them to survive almost
anything short of a sure kill shot, leading them to become dangerous thrill
seekers. Many women of the Addams Clan also were Wiccan or Voodoo witches.
They also had a penchant for the macabre and the more obscure arts that started
to decline when the wand became the de facto tool for casting. To come back to
the current Heads of both the Potter and Addams families, while both men had
built their lives on each side of the Atlantic Ocean, they had always kept in
contact with each other, be it by letters or phone calls. Thus it was one of
the reasons why the Potters had flown back from a holiday in Hawaii to New
Jersey, James had called Gomez in advance and the ex-lawyer was delighted to
see his old friend again and meet his family. As if it was fate, Gomez was also
happily married and had two children, a boy and a girl.
Pugsley was his oldest and his heir, while Wednesday was his sweet little girl.
Pugsley was twelve and Wednesday was eleven years old. Gomez would send the
family butler with his limo tomorrow afternoon, because frankly after such a
long flight, the Potter family was rightly knackered. Rosie was very cranky,
prompt to accidental magic at random intervals and if it was not Lily’s youki
that was powering her glamours; they would have likely faded hours ago. Harry
could barely stay awake, yawning and babbling nonsense alternatively in English
and Japanese. James was also dead on his feet, but had enough energy left to
tend to his daughter to let his wife take a shower.
Harry had only enough energy to strip down to his boxers and to fall face first
into the bed he was assigned. A sign he was now into Morpheus’ Realm was that
his true nature was revealed. As much progress the boy had, he was still not
able to keep powering his glamours while asleep. It was the main reason why
they, Lily and him, had decided to not send Harry to Hogwarts next September.
Lily hadn’t her biological mother’s experience, so she was unable to cast the
same spells on Harry that was put on her when she was a baby. After Lily came
back from her ablutions, James went for his turn, but not before helping (read
coercing) his broody daughter into her night clothes. Well, getting her to
remove her day clothes was easy, the night clothes part? Not so much.   
“I don’t wanna sleep in my nightie daddy! Nii-san (big brother) doesn’t have
one!”
Rosie said with a dog like whine, proving her canine heritage.
 James rolled his eyes and said with his most patient voice
“Rosie, Harry is a boy. He doesn’t need a nightie to sleep in, sweetie. You are
a girl, sweetheart and little girls sleep into a nightie! Even mummy sleeps
with one.”
“I don’t wanna I said! I sleep like Harry or I don’t sleep. Padfoot-Oji (uncle)
said to never say no to a Lady. I’m a Lady, so I sleep like Harry.”
Rosaline finished her reasoning with a pull of the tongue, crossing her arms in
a similar way from her mother and a stomp with her left foot. James was not
impressed and decided that next time he saw Sirius, he would tell the horny
mutt to stop filling his daughter’s head of unnecessary things at such a young
age. Tired of arguing with his baby girl and needing to assert his parental
authority, James waved his wand absently once it sprang into his hand from his
holster on his arm over his daughter’s frame and her day clothes were
transfigured into a cute and comfortable pink nightie with a bear cub motif on
her belly.
Rosie was speechless for a few seconds, but she proved that she was her
mother’s daughter by how temperamental she was. If she wasn’t a five year’s old
little girl, the growl emanating from her throat would have likely been
terrifying, but now it was all he could do to not laugh out loud! Seeing her
clawed hand reaching to hit him across the face in anger made him loose his
smirk and laughing mood really fast though. Empowering his whole body with his
magic, the little trick that Sesshomaru taught him to match temporally most
magical creatures with superhuman strength, speed and reflexes in case he could
not use his wand, he caught Rosie’s attack before it could hit him.
 No, that wouldn’t do at all. No child of his would attack people in anger. He
would not tolerate that kind of behavior from one of his children. Not now, not
ever. Faster than she thought he could move since she knew he was totally Human
and her a Hanyō, they were now both on the nearest bed, she was forcefully laid
down on her father’s lap before receiving ten consecutive swats on her bottom
after he uncovered it with enough strength to stun her, hurt her just enough to
make the lesson sink and make her cry! When he was done, James said with a
voice full of authority after he put back her underwear correctly
“Rosaline Emiko Potter! How many times have I told you that it’s very very bad
to use your claws on people? I stopped counting. You could have hurt someone
badly! You do_not use your powers or claws on others when you are mad, do you
understand?! Do you want mummy and daddy to be in very deep trouble? Do you
want to see granddad really mad at us and at you?”
She had regained enough aplomb to answer his questions with some shakes of the
head. She may be very young, but no one wanted a repeat of her fourth birthday
when something happened to make her grandfather extremely mad. Not ever. The
feeling of his full power unleashed...she shivered in fear at the memory. It
had been potent enough to make everybody in the family and every Youkai in the
lands to fall on the ground, choking for air and shivering like they were
outside in winter when it was really cold!
It only lasted for three minutes, but it was three minutes too much in the mind
of everybody! To think that it wasn’t even his best level! They had learned
afterwards that one traitor of the coup that cost Grandmother Emiko her life
had survived the purge and had tried to assassinate the Dog General to take his
position. Needless to say, there was no mercy and the traitor’s death had been
quick but most painful and also public. To see a kin, a pack mate die by
demonic poison eating him inside out, it was very traumatizing.
Seeing that his daughter was remembering the events, James told her
“Not only it’s extremely bad what you did, you could have shown to the normal
people that people like your mother, grandfather, brother and you, exist. Do
you want to break the Sacred Laws Rosaline? Do you really want to be punished
by the General? No? Well, next time you use your claws on people who are not
bad, it won’t be your mother or me who will punish you, but you will answer to
your grandfather. Now hop to bed and not one sound or it will be ten swats
more.”
Properly cowed, Rosie dashed quickly under and snuggled into the blankets, her
breathing interrupted by a few stray teary hiccups. It tore James’ heart out of
his chest to be this harsh on his baby girl, but the consequences should the
regular populace discover the existence of the Supernatural side of the world
was a reality and not some old tales would be infinitely worse than her
punishment. Sesshomaru, as the General, would have no other choice but to
enforce the consequences should The Pact with the Emperor was to be found
breached.
He would be forced to execute his own granddaughter for high treason or exile
her without any possibility of return if he could bargain clemency on her
behalf. And nobody could do anything about it if it happened! He could not bear
to even thinkabout living without a member of his precious family! Harry and
Rosie were his flesh and blood! Not everyone was good hearted tough. If some
sicko of mad scientist got their hands on a Youkai or another denizen of the
Supernatural, it could erupt into World War III! When he came back from his
shower, James spoke to his wife in lowly tones, explaining what happened with
their daughter and how he handled it.
Lily was as much a fan as him of heavy handed punishments, meaning not at all,
but those same heavy handed punishments were needed. Rosie couldn’t just go and
claw at everybody and everything that doesn’t bow to her whims. And if she used
her powers on the wrong person when nobody with the ability to modify the
memories of the witnesses were near, it could easily and very quickly spiraled
into a catastrophe. In Japan, the magical government was ready with youki
detectors and had Obliviators trained for such things, but outside of Japan,
Viet-Nam and China, no other countries were equipped to deal with the true
supernatural. Tired, after a good night kiss and a shared laugh at a snore
escaping their son’s mouth, they went to bed.   
Rosie was visually downtrodden the next morning, knowing she really messed up,
but her pride, said pride inherited from her father, was making her be more
stubborn than it was healthy. Thus she refused to say she was sorry. In her
mind, she knew that she was wrong, but she would not admit it out loud. Her
parents weren’t different with her except they were watching her more closely
and her regular temper tantrums were vigorously put down. It was clear that
they would not allow her to have her way judging by their no nonsense
attitudes. When they refused to order a different breakfast plate for her
because she was tired of her eggs after a few scoops, she growled harshly and
went to steal her brother’s bowl of Kellogg’s Froot Loops by force.
Her hand was hit by her brother, who glared severely at her and let out a low
growl from his throat. Harry was very territorial with his food. Usually he was
sharing rather well, but not food. James had learned it the hard way when Harry
was six. He tried to steal some chocolate chip cookies from his boy, but got
bit harshly on the hand. They had to go to the hospital for the bite and James
had a few stitches. (Lily made him heal the mundane way as a punishment for
being stupid enough to ignore the obvious warning signs that their son didn’t
like to share his food.)
When she didn’t relent, because she was a Lady and she could have whatever she
wanted and you never told no to a Lady, and she wanted her brother’s cereals,
her Nii-san took his bowl and with their dad’s permission, switched places with
him! The nerve of him to deny her! She couldn’t follow him and take his cereals
by force or make him pay for saying no to a Lady, for she was suddenly forced
to submit by a stronger growl coming from her mother’s throat! Their animal
like noises had been ignored by the rest of the customers for the Human
customers were loud and the growls not loud enough to attract attention, but
with three Supernatural beings around a same table, they could hear it just
fine.
Knowing instinctively that her mother was the Alpha (Daddy was human so it
didn’t count.); Rosie submitted by lowering her head and letting her shoulders
upping their position to try and hide her head between. It seems that her power
plays were not welcome. She loved her family, but she wanted to be the Alpha!
Stopping her antics because she didn’t want to have another spanking, she
played with her food a moment before eating it. It was not fair!
A few hours later, after a filing and calm midday meal without drama this time,
the Potter family were confronted by the fact that the Addams family were not
subtle at all. The butler was a being that looked like one of the child drawing
version of Frankenstein’s monster but with less stitches and without the nodes
in the neck. Lurch was a six foot nine inches (2.05 m) tall, shambling, gloomy
butler who somewhat resembles a cross between Frankenstein's monster as stated
before and a zombie. He was holding a sign with the name “Potter” written on
it. James guided his family toward the imposing man and said
“Good afternoon, sir. We are the Potters.”
Lurch groaned in acceptance since his boss/old friend had described the man to
him in details and with his long stride, he opened the closest passenger door
in no time. With a surprising graceful bow and a sweep of his large hand, he
gestured them to go sit inside. Bemused, Lily took her whining daughter in her
arms and was the first to enter. She had never ridden in a limo before. It was
the same for her children and her husband. Once everyone was in it, the big
butler closed the door with a finesse that would have seems unwarranted from
such a big person. Soon he was behind the wheel and in direction to the Addams
Mansion. Once arrived, they were welcomed at the entrance by all the Addams.
The patriarch, Gomez, was an athletic, acrobatic, and eccentric multi-
billionaire. Though an extremely successful businessman, having acquired much
of his wealth through inheritance and investments; he had little regard for
money and would casually spend thousands of dollars on any whimsical
endeavours. Gomez's investments were guided more by whimsy than strategy, yet
luck rarely failed him. Gomez owned businesses around the world, including a
swamp, bought for "scenic value", a crocodile farm, a buzzard farm, and a salt
mine, a tombstone factory, a uranium mine, and many others. Gomez was also of
Castilian extraction and was a fluent multilingual.
He had short and well combed black hair, he was of a pale complexion, had a
small moustache. Gomez was also wearing a bow-tie and also a wide variety of
extravagant clothing. His wife, Morticia, was better described as the cliché
that regular people were imagining of a witch; she was slim, with extremely
pale skin and long flowing straight black hair. She commonly wore black gothic
dresses to match her hair; tightly form fitting, with a hobble skirt, with
fringe of thick octopus-like cloth "tentacles" at the lower hem.
Near the adults were the children of the couple. Pugsley was the oldest at
twelve years old. He was a devious young genius. He often was seen releasing
sailboats in the park with other children, except his boats were more macabre
in nature. He was a pre-teen boy who was almost always seen wearing a striped
T-shirt and shorts. He displayed outlandish engineering skills, including the
invention of a disintegrator gun (confiscated by the U.S government), an anti-
gravity gun (Destroyed during the attempt to confiscate it), and other devices.
He and Gomez created a computer named Whizzo and a robot named Smiley.
Pugsley and his younger sister Wednesday often played together, rarely
exhibiting signs of sibling rivalry; they also shared an interest in spiders,
dynamite, guillotines, and other dangerous "toys." The youngest, eleven years
old Wednesday, a pale, dark-haired, grim-looking little girl who was fascinated
with death and the macabre. She seldom smiled. She showed sadistic tendencies
and a dark personality, and was revealed to have had a deep interest in the
Bermuda Triangle and an admiration for an ancestor (Great Aunt Calpurnia
Addams) who was burned as a witch in 1706.
She had also started to have lessons in focused magic since she had exhibited
many episodes of accidental magic since she was very young. There was no magic
school in New Jersey due to the low population of magicals in the state and
Wednesday was not really sociable and patient enough with regular children to
go to a magic boarding school in New York City, thus accredited tutors came a
few times a week for a few hours and she was making good progress. None of her
tutors had fled in fear yet or fell into one of her brother’s and her traps.
They were good!
The presentations came after Gomez and James shook hands and shared a man hug
and back claps.
“James! You big buck! (A reference to James’ animagus form, a buck is also a
male stag.) glad to see you! It’s been too long! You have a beautiful family!
Come on in, come in everyone!”
James laughed with Gomez and answered
“Well, if you would have come on the other side of the Pond more often, we
could have met more often! So, you’re enjoying a semi retirement? Tired of
being the evil lawyer? I’m sure that with your Addams gifts you could have
given ol’ Moldyshorts a coronary!”
Morticia and Lily shared a roll of the eyes at their husbands’ antics, but they
also smiled lightly. Boys would be boys, no matter the age. The children were
in a standoff. Rosie was unsure if she wanted to follow her mother or stay with
her brother. Her parents were a lot sterner on her than usual and she had only
herself to blame. Usually she played rather well with her Nii-san, but he
wasn’t one to indulge her orders or demands. The Lady justification didn’t work
on him. It was Wednesday who broke the stand-off with her flat voice
“You look human but you are not. If you want to hide for me you will have to do
better glamours.”
Pugsley had no magical talent at all, only his intelligence and Addams
constitution, so he took his sister’s word as true since she was talented in
the mystic ways. He didn’t really care if the new kids weren’t humans, it just
meant that they would likely more durable and maybe not easy freaked by
Wednesday’s and his games.
Rosie decided then to go back with her parents, she was a pathetic liar and she
was in enough hot water as it is, she didn’t want to blow away secret stuff.
Using her sense of smell, she tracked her mother’s scent and started to run in
hr direction. When the Addams kids had now their full attention on Harry he
said after rubbing the back of his head sheepishly
“Well, I’m sorry in advance but what I am is a Family secret. Without
permission, I can’t tell you a single thing. Can we just go play or something?
It’s awkward just staying put like that.”
Wednesday and Pugsley understood easily. The Addams family had also Family
secrets and no outsiders could know them without being married into the family
or told by the Head of the family. So, they decided to do as they always do
when school was out. Run roughshod around the Mansion. While Harry couldn’t
unveil his glamours without permission, he was able to use his Supernatural
strength; speed and endurance since the Addams’ were on a higher tier than
normal humans and normal magicals. It was also good for his health, since it
permitted him to stay healthy and play as rough as his new friends.
At the end of the day, Harry, Pugsley and Wednesday had formed a true
friendship. The Addams girl even put a small smile on her lips. Nobody of her
age that she knew could wrestle Pugsley and win and also throw Dynamite sticks
farther than her!
That evening, when the Potters left to go back to their Motel, the bond between
both families was promising to be stronger than ever.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     The second day to the Addams’ Mansion.
     Wednesday was unsuccessful into uncovering the Potter family's
     secrets.
     The children bounded well together.
     Lurch is a responsible zombie butler.
     Flashback to Harry's punishment for deliberately breaking the secrecy
     law.
     A big set back on the privileges' front.
     James is still a teenager at heart.
     A vacation to Mexico City.
     A visit to Grandma Evans.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 5
 
Author’s notes: Here we are at chapter five! For this story, I have decided to
make a more open world. Many other animes/mangas and even some movies/series
will be mentioned and some will play a role more or less important depending on
my inspiration. The Addams family is one of many, but not everything will be as
well featured as that one. I mentioned Youkai Academy in a precedent chapter,
but I doubt I will return to it or I am more likely to use a few things from
said anime/manga and mix it with the world I intend to build. Now, let’s see
the stats. We have 19 reviews, 190 followers, 143 favourites, 2 C2 communities
and 9 415 views.
Thank you very much for everything everyone. Now for a little remainder before
the real chapter. The Youkais don’t have an official Statute of Secrecy like
the Magical World outside of Japan, China and Vietnam where they work hand in
hand with the Wizards. But in a sense, it’s even harsher without an official
law sanctioned by the government with punishments already in place for defined
offenses. The punishments for divulging the secret are in the hands of the Clan
Head. It can go from a simple public beating to outright execution if the
offense is grave enough. It’s very Darwinian.
Last Edit: May 25, 2017.
 
The second day to the Addams’ Mansion was somewhat similar to the first. While
the adults were catching up and/or learning about each others, the children
were playing together. Wednesday was as much annoyed and elated at the same
time as possible. Annoyed, because Harry and Rosie were clearly not entirely
human but refused to undo their disguises, no matter what she and her brother
tried. More precisely, Rosie couldn’t undo it by herself and Harry refused
categorically.
Elated, because they now had two very durable playmates around their age that
weren’t of Addams blood and they weren’t adverse to return the favour, when it
was time to try to kill each others. Rosie, while she was not as strong or as
fast as Harry, was far more temperamental than him and more likely to channel
her magic to attack in high emotions. But it was natural, even a supernatural
creature had different stages of maturity and the boy with the emerald green
and golden eyes was older than the little girl with warm brown eyes with a bit
of gold in them.
Harry and Pugsley had bonded over the different recipes of explosives and
unorthodox pranks. Her stoicism had been stretched to the maximum and she
nearly laughed out loud when she learned of the prank they played on Uncle
Fester, who came back from a road trip the night before. The boys had used
Harry’s magic and Pugsley’s definition of what an Addams family member would
find disgusting to change the austere and dark bedroom into something bright,
colorful and joyful. The cursing from the eldest of the two Addams brothers was
heard everywhere in the mansion for a good thirty minutes. Needless to say, the
not so subtle snickering of the boys kind of ousted them as the perpetrators of
the prank.
Everyone, even Granny Frump and surprisingly Lurch, had a good laugh at the
joke. Well, everyone except Fester that is. Lily only needed to give her son
the look for the boy to scurry upstairs at superhuman speeds and fix it before
he got punished. As for why it was Gomez who was the Head and not his older
brother Fester? Usually, it would have been the eldest who should have taken
the place of Head of The Addams Clan like the family tradition dictated it, but
the older brother lacked the necessary charisma and couldn’t be bothered with
all the subtleties that came with the job.
 He had long preferred backing his younger brother Gomez with his freakish
strength and undying loyalty. Fester was very strong and durable physically,
even by Addams standards. So when the brain of the operations was facing some
obstacles that he couldn’t convince to move out of the way on their own
volition; Fester took upon him to make them move, voluntarily or not. But even
for all their macabre and weird ways, never an Addams adult would raise a hand
against a child except maybe for discipline. And it was not a common thing
anyway.
The day was going well, when the children hit a snag in the late afternoon.
Wednesday and Pugsley wanted to go play in the cemetery, but the powerful sense
of smell of both Potter children really came at an inopportune time. The smell
of decay, death, dark magic, freshly upturned earth and stone was too much for
them. Rosie had to be escorted to Lily, for she had started to cry and was
inconsolable and Harry had to use all of his mental fortitude to not let his
instincts run wild. Needless to say, the Addams children were somewhat miffed
to be unable to share their favorite playground with their Potter playmates.
 Pugsley had the good idea to relocate in the backyard, away from the cemetery,
while Wednesday was trying to find out exactly what the Potter children were by
reciting the clues she had found, in her head. First of all both of them had
supernatural strength, endurance, speed and resistance. Enough to keep up with
their Addams constitution and Harry was even able to overpower her older
brother who took after their uncle Fester in the strength department! They had
also very developed and powerful senses to the point that it could be used
against them. Hearing, sight and smell seemed to be the most developed of the
five.
Their dad needed glasses and none of them had the need for them. Rosie was also
seen often crooking her fingers in a claw like gesture and not balling her
fists in anger when Harry wasn’t acquiescing to her every whim under the
pretext that as a Lady you shouldn’t told her no. Their body language was way
more developed than average. They seemed to be able to share some pretty well
defined nonverbal signals. The fact that Harry would also growl, bare his teeth
and glare at his younger sister when she was pushing the limits of his patience
with her demands and that such a gesture would make the younger sibling
instantly cower, whine like an animal in distress and present her throat in
submission was very beast like, almost...canine.
Add to that the magical haze emanating from both siblings and covering them
like an impenetrable cloak, Wednesday could accurately guess that their new
playmates were something supernatural outside of the regular magical creatures
and that the part of their supernatural heritage came from their mother, since
she was also cloaked in a very powerful spell. It was very frustrating that she
couldn’t see through the disguises though. 
Seeing as the subtle methods to make them reveal themselves didn’t work,
Wednesday decided to go with the good old badgering. Poor Harry was the only
recipient of such since Lily had put Rosie to bed for a nap in one of the guest
bedrooms showed to her by Morticia. The adults had the time of their lives
observing Wednesday follow the Potter boy everywhere and badger him constantly
about showing his real self. Yeah, like he would do that. His dad had said to
him and his sister a bit before they left Japan that he would tan their hide
black and blue the next time they willingly undo theirs glamours outside of
Grandfather Sesshomaru’s lands.
And Harry has tested it because he was sure his dad was either bluffing or
setting him for a prank. No such luck. In between dodging Wednesday and
Pugsley, he managed to remember quite well how he learned the painful lesson to
take his father’s instructions seriously.
It was a beautiful day of spring. Few clouds, the sun was shining, the wind was
rustling in the blossoming Sakura trees. Harry was still thinking about what
his dad had said. He knew full well that he couldn’t show himself to the
regular, mundane humans. But the magicals of Japan knew about Youkais and the
supernatural. He was itching to feel the wind flowing into his hair and on his
furry ears, so he deliberately disobeyed the rules once inside the magical
market they were strolling trough to go shopping and he paid the full price for
his disobedience as soon as his dad saw what he did.
 His father hadn’t been bluffing or setting him for a prank like he thought he
was doing though...It would have been nice to learn about it before. Well,
insight is 50/50 as the saying goes.
“Harry James Potter! What did I just told you this morning? You did that
deliberately! No, it’s no use to try and deny it or to try to escape your
punishment, I felt you use your magic. You know what will happen now! Believe
me; it’s not over by a long shot my boy. Once we’re home, I’ll talk with your
mother about what you did. We will see how she will react to your bad
behavior.”
James was furious and also very afraid at the same time. What was Harry
thinking? His mother, his grandfather and he had all talked to him separately
about that! He knew what could happen if the Supernatural beings were exposed
to the general public! He knew! They had explained to him in great details the
possible consequences should the Youkais’ existence being leaked to the mundane
Humans and now, the kid decided to undo his disguise on a whim in a crowded
street during the day!
The family man had then hastily spelled temporary glamours on his son with a
swish of his wand, took him by the arm in such way that Harry couldn’t get
loose to escape (technically Harry could have escaped his father’s grip quite
easily, but as a young child raised into a loving family, it didn’t even cross
his mind to use his supernatural strength against his dad.), dragged him to a
remote backstreet between two shops, quickly erected privacy and silencing
spells, transfigured himself a chair from a rock lying nearby and then he
forced a now struggling Harry, who had realized what was about to happen,
across his lap.
Once he was sat on the chair, James shoved his son’s pants down to the boy’s
ankles and then started to spank him very hard with a wooden paddle
transfigured from another pebble until the lesson sank and his son’s bottom was
black and blue. Of course, after the third slap, Harry had started crying and
begging, but James didn’t stop because he knew that his son needed the
punishment to see how much trouble he was in. Even if doing such a thing to his
son was pulling harshly on the strings of his fatherly heart. Normally he would
have never used so much force, but the transgression was extremely serious and
his son was a hanyō. He was more resilient than even an adult wizard and had a
very good regeneration factor that would only get better as he matured.
 In thirty minutes top once the spanking was over, what the boy would only feel
a slight discomfort compared to the pain a normal human would still feel. The
bigger difference between James and Charlus was that the elder of the two never
had the courage nor the mental fortitude to really harden his heart and
physically discipline his son for his horrid behavior; thus letting James
develops such a cocky devil may care attitude and a very big head while in
school. While his mother was never a follower of the pureblood supremacy
nonsense, she was still a pureblood from an old family and was somewhat
dismissive of the magic-less populace.
She didn’t hate them, she even though they were needed somehow, but in her
books they didn’t have many good things that could be useful for the Magical
community. Also in the Potter clan, traditionally the heavy discipline was the
sole domain of the father, so Dorea never physically disciplined her son either
more than a slap on the wrist when found looking through the cookie box between
meals. Thus James really wished in insight that his parents had been firmer
with him. It would have prevented many incidents, like many of his fights with
Snape per example.
James didn’t want for his son to grow up with the same big head and bad
attitude that he had in his youth. To prevent such a thing, he would harden his
heart and punish his son physically to make him understand the lessons he
wanted to impart to him and to think about the consequences of his acts.
Harry’s consequences for said acts were going to be quite harsher than he first
thought; he was in for some miserable months. Once home, James sent him
immediately to his room. He was grounded indeterminably, he was to stay in his
human disguise until told otherwise and couldn’t come out of his bedroom with
the exception for trips to the bathroom until called and his focus ring was
confiscated from him upon entering into the Lands.
 Someone, likely his mother or another of the Inu Clan’s Sorceresses would come
later to bind his demonic powers. He was also completely forbidden to play with
any of his toys. The boy obeyed in silence and went upstairs, his eyes still
red and his throat still somewhat constricted from crying. But it didn’t stop
there. Oh no, it would have been too easy. Once Lily was made aware of the
situation and what punishments her husband decided for their son, she left him
to take care of Rosie and went to their son’s bedroom, shaking with a strange
mix of almost crippling fear and boiling anger. Lily let herself in without
knocking in Harry’s room, in her natural form since they were home.
She didn’t waste time with words or explanations, for in three great strides
she was upon the bed; she sat there swiftly and forced her struggling in vain
boy across her jeans clad lap. For the second time in a few hours, Harry was
again pant less and received another severe spanking. This time, Lily put a
good deal of strength and a bit of her own youki into the hits to bypass her
son’s regeneration factor. Unable to harden her heart completely like her
husband could but stubborn to a fault, she ignored her flesh and blood’s cries
and pleas and kept hitting again, again and again while she openly sobbed in
silence.
Why had her foolish son done that?! He knew! He knew that he risked to be put
down like a diseased animal if he had compromised the secret of the
Supernatural creatures’ existence! They had to discipline him! It couldn’t just
be swept under the rug! As it is, they were lucky to not have been in America
while he did that very stupid stunt! All around the United States, they were
Supernatural aware humans who were hunting their kind and all sorts of other
creatures! Wendigos, Bible demons, shape shifters, wild ghosts, unreasonable
vampires and more!
They were ruthless and wouldn’t have hesitated a single second to gun him down
with a firearm loaded with blessed munitions! Either for sport or for the
pretext to protect those not in the know! His age wouldn’t have made any
differences! Hunters were ruthless, heartless and never gave up easily! Then,
there was the boogeyman of the supernatural to be taken in account! John
Winchester! He was known to shoot first, shoot again, shoot a third time then
ask questions if he was in the mood!
 Once her son’s bottom was black and blue again, Lily stopped spanking him.
Forcing herself to not take her baby boy into her arms and comforts him; she
reached with a clawed hand into the collar of Harry’s t-shirt for the necklace
with a relatively small emerald on it. She observed the Runes inscribed with a
knowing look, and then with a quick application of Youki mimicking Wizarding
magic, she changed the “programming” so to speak. Those Runes were what were
taking a small part of Harry’s youki and converting it into the necessary
energy to power the glamours hiding his true nature.
Recently, she had changed the inscribed Runes on it to let him have the
responsibility and the choice to active or deactivate the glamours at will. But
since Harry was clearly not mature enough for this responsibility in nature of
his previous stunt a few hours ago, the mother took the responsibility she had
given him, back. Now her immature baby boy could no longer remove the glamours
or the necklace without the help of an adult keyed into it.
Not done, she applied her right palm on his bare back after lifting his t-shirt
and with a grunt of exertion; she applied the punishment her husband had
decided by binding her son’s demonic powers. That way, without his focus ring,
he could no longer mold his youki for Demonic techniques or Wizarding magic.
When she was done, she cleared her eyes of tears and met her son’s accusing
glare. As to why her son didn’t protest, what nobody knew was that Harry had
found a nice little trick on how to flare his power just the right way to undo
any bindings put on him.
He had to develop it since one of his friends in the Clan had the tendency to
use her talent in seals and bindings by practicing on him and their others
friends. But he was smart and shrewd enough to not reveal that tidbit of
information to his parents or to do it in front of somebody with a form of
authority over him...
“Don’t give me that look, young man! We told you what could happen! Many times
even! Your father, your grandfather and I, we all took the time separately to
make sure that you understood clearly what was at stake here! You have been
warned many times that ousting that secret would have grave consequences! Now,
tell me what was going on in that head of yours when you decided it was a good
idea to expose yourself in public like that and risk your life and the life of
your sister.”
Lily’s tone was still scathing, making him flinch. She was laying it a bit
thick, but better to scare him good right now to avoid a repeat of this
incident. But he did not back down of his accusing and defying glare, until his
mother, quite fed up with his open defiance of a higher ranked pack member, let
out a powerful bark from her throat and bared her white fangs while flaring her
youki at the same time. Backing down with a greater flinch and averting his
eyes, Harry finally muttered something, but his mother’s sharp hearing caught
it.
He thought that the law was only in place for the mundane populace since the
Wizards of Japan, China and Vietnam were in the known and working alongside the
Youkai population inside their borders. He also thought that his dad was
setting him up for a prank like he was known to do often, so he took the
warning with quite a few grains of salt and a very healthy dose of scepticism.
It was a somewhat valid concern in a way seeing that the last prank war was
stopped only two days ago after Harry switched his dad’s shampoo with green
hair dye and mixed a cheap feminine perfume he bribed his tutor Yashima to get
some for him at a human store and put it into his father’s aftershave in
retribution for transfiguring a dog out of one of Rosie’s dolls and had said
dog ate his homework!
Learning this, Lily couldn’t help but let out an annoyed sight and pinch her
nose in an irritated manner. So her son’s immature behaviour was in part caused
by the healthy mistrust of what his father was saying so soon after another
prank war. Said prank war that her loving hubby lost. Great. Just great... Damn
it all. James should have known that their son wouldn’t take him seriously for
a good while after a prank war he started in the first place! Sometimes she was
wondering if he had matured at all! Seriously, transfiguring a dog out of one
of their daughter’s dolls and make it eats their son’s homework with the goal
to make him use the lame excuse that a dog ate it to his tutor!
It was in times like this that Lily cursed her husband and his pack mates’
mischievousness. The whole debacle could have been avoided if he hadn’t
regressed again as a teenager! Well, now she had her husband to punish since
her son’s case was resolved. Letting out a sigh, she decided to get up and just
before exiting Harry’s room, she said
“It doesn’t matter what you were thinking. You were forbidden to reveal your
true self outside of your grandfather’s lands and you disobeyed your
instructions, putting the whole Clan in danger. You are punished until we leave
for vacation and you might even stay here while we go. Like your father said,
you are grounded. No playing with your toys, your TV privileges are totally
revoked as of right now, you are forbidden to use magic outside of emergencies,
no more guitar courses for you since it will be confiscated. No more sword
training with your grandfather and no more going to work with your dad and
uncles.
 You will stay here and help me take care of your sister all day. When your
help won’t be needed, you will be expected to work outside with the clansmen
charged with the Lands’ maintenance, without pay plus your regular chores
without allowance. Now, go wash yourself and try to think about your acts until
I call you down for dinner. One more toe out of the line Harry and I swear to
God you will regret it bitterly. Don’t test me young man, the Alpha of this
pack, it’s me.”
With that, Lily exited her son’s room, closing the door behind her. Harry threw
a last defiant glare at the closed door before waiting a few minutes, laid down
on his belly on his bed, waiting to make sure his mother was downstairs. She
was not a good sensor, thus if she wasn’t really close, she would not feel him
flare his youki unless it’s a very big amount, but his trick to undo the
bindings on his power didn’t require a big amount of energy. With the help of a
meditating exercise, he calmed his breathing and the beating of his heart.
Then with a subtle push of youki carefully channelled toward the bindings, the
young Hanyō undid them all, thus giving him full access to his powers anew. He
wasn’t much fazed from the lost of his focus ring; he had gotten the hang of
focus less magic about two years ago. It wasn’t his fault that his mother was
too busy with his sister to remember that accomplishment of his and that his
father and uncles’ mentalities were stuck in the “Focus less Wizarding magic is
impossible” state. Now, to hide his guitar in a subspace dimension like Yashima
taught him before his mother or father came back to confiscate it...  
Coming back from his reminiscence and quite fed up with the badgering, Harry
told them frankly
“Yes, I’m not fully human. No, I’m not removing my glamours no matter what you
say and do, for two good reasons. Reason number one: I can’t remove them by
myself any longer. Reason number two: It’s totally forbidden to do so outside
of my Grandfather’s Domain. I learned the hard way before the start of our
vacation that disobeying my parents about that subject will have very harsh
consequences. I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. So if you
really want to see and know the truth, go bothering my parents about it.”
The frankness in Harry’s tone of voice took the wind out of the sails of both
Addams children. Pugsley, not very interested into the mysticism to begin with,
decided to forget about it. Wednesday was stubborn though. She wanted answers
and she intended to have them. With the air of someone on a mission, she left
the boys to their devices and went into the parlour to convince Mr. And Mrs.
Potter to show her the truth. Wednesday would leave the parlour disappointed
after being politely but firmly rebuffed about half an hour later. When she
went to find the boys, it was to find Thing, the disembodied hand, telling her
in sign language that they had roped Lurch into giving them a lift for
downtown.
 Well, from what she could see from the windows, they were trying to rope Lurch
into giving them a lift. But the butler wasn’t in the mood to indulge the boys
and after taking the keys of the car with him and putting said keys inside the
pockets of his suit, the giant zombie shooed them away. Lurch was not one for
much talking, but he was intelligent and responsible. No way will he drive
those two troublemakers in town without adult supervision! The family had
enough trouble according to him with the judge living nearby; they didn’t need
to add oil on the fire so to speak by letting two mischievous boys run rampant
without adequate supervision into the city!   
The rest of the Potters’ sojourn in New Jersey went without a hitch. Wednesday
was still annoyed to not have her answers, but her parents had preached the
virtue of patience. At least they had gotten playmates able to keep up with
them who weren’t blood related to the Addams Clan for a time. She had to admit
it had been nice, not been obligated to hold back, not hearing screams of
terror and worse, clean up after her less durable playmates when they soiled
themselves. Gomez and Morticia were loving parents, but even with the services
from paid maids and many employees to help maintain the Mansion, they insisted
that both Pugsley and her do their share of work.
After all, how would have they learned to play safely with the instruments of
torture hadn’t they took the time to maintain them manually? After a few rounds
of goodbyes and promises to write, the Potter family left New Jersey and North
America, behind. Their next destination was Central America, Mexico, Mexico
City. Now if only James would shut up about the Chupacabra, everyone would be
happy. Sirius and Remus would meet them there, since the Padfoot wanted to
indulge into Latina women and Remus was due for a vacation. The laws against
werewolves were quite reasonable in Mexico. It was a country highly against
anything slightly tied to vampirism though.
They toured the sights and what sights it was! Mexico City is a fascinating
capital that beguiles its visitors with endless options. One of the largest
metropolitan areas in the world, with sixteen boroughs and more than three
hundreds neighborhoods, it might seem a bit overwhelming to the first-time
visitor, though it doesn’t have to be. Many of the most visited tourist
attractions in Mexico City are concentrated in the historic center, including
the Plaza de la Constitucion or Zocalo, the National Palace, Metropolitan
Cathedral, Templo Mayor, Palace of Fine Arts and Alameda Park.
A few blocks north of the Palace of Fine Arts, Plaza Garibaldi is one of the
best places in Mexico City to hear live mariachi music. They didn’t stay into
the city all the time though. They did plan a day trip to the closest Aztec
pyramids. Don’t forget the beaches! Padfoot would never go anywhere sunny
without visiting the water edge, be it in human form to flirt with the ladies
or in dog form when he was playing fetch with the children. All in all, they
had very much fun in the three weeks they were there. Then it was another long
plane ride to England for a visit to Grandma Evans.
Rose had graciously aged, even if time had made a visit since she had quite a
few streak of grey into her now pale blond hair and the grief to losing her
husband took its toll. But she was now an Evans woman and they weren’t weak of
heart. Her husband was a brave man; he died protecting her and their youngest
daughter, giving them the time to get away, taking with him fifteen magical
terrorists. Her soldier had protected them to the end just like he promised in
his marriage vows. Now, a genuine smile was on her face, seeing her youngest
daughter and her family in her home was making her radiant. Hugging and kissing
her grandchildren took twenty years of her body.
For Rose Evans nee Bernard, it didn’t matter if Lily wasn’t the fruit of her
womb. She had taken her when she was still an infant sucking at the teat of her
dying birth mother. Lily Evans Potter was not human, but for Rose, Rirī of The
House of the West would always be an Evans woman. The family was sitting into
the living room, talking of this and that, when Rose asked to the Potter
patriarch
“James, where are those two scoundrels Sirius and Remus? Usually they can’t get
enough of the cookies I bake. Now I baked four plates just for them and they
decide they don’t want to visit?”
Then she directed her attention to her daughter and said to her in a pleading
tone
“Lily dear, please remove your disguise and those of your children. We are the
only ones here and Petunia and her family just left two days ago, so nobody
else is supposed to be coming.  I’m aware of the Supernatural since your father
Michael and I took you in as our child. I want to see how my grandchildren
really look like.”
Petunia and Lily didn’t get along, not anymore. Their relationship had eroded
over time, with Lily gone almost all year long to Hogwarts and Petunia not
having magic, had to stay in the muggle world. Having met Vernon Dursley, who
was slated to take a job at Grunnings, a company that made and sell drills, she
had fallen into the role of house wife. They were practically estranged a year
after Lily’s graduation. The final nail into the coffin was at their father’s
funeral. Petunia had accused her of being the reason why he was dead, that had
she not been a freak, those other freaks would have not bothered a perfect
normal family. What burned the bridge and made sure that it would never be
repaired was Petunia quoting a passage of the bible, of all things!
“Exodus 22:18! Thou shalt not suffer a Witch to live! We should just gather all
your God damned impious kind and burn you all at the stake! You are nothing
more than a good for nothing murderous monster!”
Between crying and shouting at a shell shocked Lily, Petunia had the gall to
spit in her face before storming away with her then fiancé.
Petunia kept in contact with her mother, but refused categorically to talk
about anything related to her younger sister. In her words
“I do_not have a younger sister. I am an only child.”
Needless to say that Lily didn’t bring her family to #4 Privet Drive.
After that painful bout of reminiscence, James answered reassuringly
“They will be here in a few hours, Mrs. Evans. It’s been a while since we were
in the United Kingdom so they popped up to Hogwarts to go see the Headmaster to
talk about what’s going on in the magical community. Don’t worry Mrs. Evans;
they wouldn’t miss your cookies for anything less than a catastrophe of global
proportions. You know how they like your cooking!”
Rose smiled at that, amused. It was true; those two could be controlled by
their stomachs. She then frowned a bit and declared
“James, stop with the Madam Evans. Call me by my first name. Rose. Now, repeat
after me. R-o-s-e. Rose. It’s not the end of the world. Now what about those
glamours Rirī? “
It was somewhat funny and ironic. Rose had great fun at calling her adoptive
daughter by her birth surname while her father tried to call her by her
westernized surname. The younger woman let out a defeated sight and after a
quick admonition towards her children to not go play near the windows, she
undid their disguise. The happy grandmother was then cuddling her
granddaughter, passing a brush in her long raven black hair with red and white
highlights.
Her grandson was wrestling on the floor with his dad and was it funny to see a
grown man be somewhat serious in a physical activity to not be outdone by his
son. Harry had his hair cut recently, since it was a bird nest. He really had
inherited his father’s and paternal grandfather’s hair while Rosaline had
inherited the hair of her mother side of the family. It was idyllic really.
Soon enough, Remus and Sirius arrived and the latter loudly demanded his
cookies, only silenced by a yelp when Rosie sent a weak yellow energy whip at
his face that he barely dodged and told him with all the seriousness a five
years old girl can muster
“You don’t demand things from a Lady, uncle Padfoot! You ask politely and if
you’re nice, maybe you will be allowed some! Now change into dog, sit, lie down
and stay! Bad Padfoot, bad doggie!”  
Harry looked up from pinning his sulking father to the ground and said
“At least Uncle Moony is better trained than you and he’s a wolf! We should
really send you to a dog obedience school!”
That was the cherry on the cake. Everyone started laughing, even Sirius. Ah, it
was great to pass time with his chosen family.
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sesshomaru present his Grandson to the Leader of the Kyoto Youkai
     Faction.
     Harry unsealed Tessaiga.
     Yasaka has two identities, The Ruler and The Mother.
     Rosie is still stubborn.
     Padfoot's Bachelor days are over.
     Always wear protection.
     Fallout of Himejima Shuri's murder.
     First visit to the Underworld.
     Two friends reunite.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 6
                                        
Author’s notes: Here we are at chapter 6! There will be a little time skip
since I lack the creative juices to give a blow by blow account of Harry and
Rosie’s childhood until they hit their teens. I went back to Chapter 2 and
edited it to push forward the time line of ten years, so I could play with the
characters of High School DxD. So Harry was born in 1990, not 1980. There will
be a bit of Percy Jackson and the Olympians too, since Sirius’s womanizing ways
are about to backfire hard on him! XD Now since I don’t have anything left to
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Last Edit: May 25, 2017.
 
Addendums:The explanations given in my story Sacred_Magic;_Wizards_and_Dragons
chapter_3 about the three main branches of Human spell casters are the same in
this universe. Most Youkais use the gifts given to them by their bloodline, per
example a Kitsune will be able to craft illusions and use Fox fire, but for
those who delve into magic to make it their art, their craft so to speak, they
are using mostly Magician style casting. A rare few will try other styles, but
they are scarce; what with Magi guarding jealously their secrets and the
somewhat ridicule you feel when waving a wand when you are fully grown and not
having grow up into a Wizard community.
 Shinto Priestesses and Buddhist Monks can call Holy magic without invoking the
God of the Bible and/or The Holy Spirit, since they are of a different Faith.
It is the only way a Devil, be they Pureblood or reincarnated, can have access
to Holy magic without grave consequences for themselves. Wizards, Magi and
Magicians are harder to fool with the Mist used by the Greco-roman pantheon and
their demigods to hide their activities among the mortals. The true clear
sighted mortals are still pretty rare. Most pantheons also don’t mix in others
affairs without being asked to intervene first.
For an example, the Greco-roman pantheon won’t interfere with the Egyptian
Millennium Items debacle in Domino City and the Judaeo-Christian Factions won’t
lift a finger to kick Kronos’ ass back to Tartarus during the battle of
Manhattan since we all know Zeus is much too prideful to ask for help.
For mixed races unions, by example of a Devil/Youkai union, some Pillar
Families’ possess secret rituals existing to facilitate conception by selecting
which traits to pass or not pass to their progeny. Youkais possess a higher
birth rate than Devils and a Hanyō’s fertility is rated by their human like
appearance. The less human-like in appearance the Hanyō is, the less are their
chances to reproduce. All human-like female Youkais, Devils Magical beings
(Veelas, Vampires, Werewolves.) and Angels (Be they Fallen or not.) have a
similar menstrual cycle than a regular human woman.
The myth about Angels being incapable of conceiving since the God of the
Bible’s Death is just that, a Myth. To avoid Falling, they must be bonded in
Holy Matrimony before having consuming their union. Divorce is totally
impossible for an Angel of Heaven, they are bonded with their partners till
death do them part.
 
On Harry’s twelfth birthday, his grandfather surprised him by taking him along
with him to Supernatural Kyoto to see and present him to Lady Yasaka,
Amaterasu’s High Priestess and the Leader of the Kyoto_Youkai_Faction. His
grandfather was friends with the Kitsune and had lent his aid and strength a
few centuries ago to help her secure her political power and her place on the
Youkai throne. From what he learned from his lessons, Supernatural Kyoto had
been in a Civil War at about the same time as the Devils in the Underworld.
By securing Yasaka’s place on the throne of Kyoto by booting the old dictator
out (Literally, Sesshomaru had kicked him so hard that his corpse had to be
extracted from the wall of the Throne room when the new regime took the
palace.), the Youkais were then able to help the Anti-Satan_Faction push back
the Old_Satan_Faction into their ultimate retrenchments before retiring to go
rebuild their lives and homes and thus letting the four heroes who would be the
new Four Great Satans finish the job. Since that day, there was a loose three
way alliance between the Anti-Satan Faction, Kyoto’s Youkais and The Western
Lands.
 While Sirzechs Gremory, now Lucifer and Ajuka Astoroth, now Beelzebub both had
the sheer power necessary to challenge Sesshomaru in a fight since they were
both “super Devils”, the Inu Taiyoukai had much_more experience under his belt
than the new Satans, enough that they took extra care to not ruffle the_Dog
General’s “feathers” and made sure his subjects did the same. Not that
Sesshomaru was as bloodthirsty and battle hungry as he was during the Warring
States Era, having learned patience and gained experience as a leader since
then, but better not poke the sleeping giant too much lest he woke up.
They were received quickly and Harry was somehow awed at the nine tailed fox’
beauty. While he was only starting to realize that girls were not oddly shaped
boys, he knew enough to realize when true beauty was in his face. He still
preferred his guitar and katana to girls though. Way less troublesome. Yasaka
appeared as a young woman not much older than his mother, with a voluptuous
figure and blonde hair with matching eyes. She was also dressed in a Miko
kimono. After a respectful bow from her visitors, she took the parole with a
sincere smile on her pretty face
“Sesshomaru-Sama, we are very glad to see you again in such good health. It has
been a long time since your last visit to these Lands. We are most pleased to
see you again. Pray tell, who is the young one by your side?”
The tall Dog General politely bowed his head at the woman’s greeting and
answered her question
“It has indeed, my Lady. Ruling my Lands and tending to my family and my
subjects had I very occupied these last few years. Thank you for your concern,
but do not fret for my health; I am still as healthy and strong as I was
centuries ago. This one at my side is my eldest grandchild. Harry James Potter.
My only daughter is mated with a British Wizard and the boy was blessed with a
Westerner name to honour my son-in-law’s family.”
Yasaka then fixed the young boy of twelve with her wizened golden eyes. He
stood in front of her in his natural form, tall for his age, a crow nest of
tousled black hair touching his shoulders with dog ears standing proud on top
of his head, a perfect mix of emerald green and golden almond shaped eyes on a
heart shaped face still sporting some roundness of the remaining baby fat. For
the occasion he was wearing a traditional kimono bearing the Crest of the House
of_The_West and what she could rightly assume was his father’s family Crest
also. Strong clawed hands with calluses on strong and wiry arms, showing that
he was taking his training seriously.
 All in all, the boy was a very healthy and impressive Hanyō. His mother would
have to beat girls away with a stick when he entered puberty, for his good
looks would surely make him into a heartthrob.
Quite the little powerhouse also for his young age from what she could sense.
Many of the traditionalists would frown on his existence, but Yasaka knew
better. The boy would likely become an even bigger force to reckon with that he
already was, what with his lineage; it was something to truly look forward in
the near future. While the British magical community was still stuck in the
Victorian Era, she knew from experience that mixing Easterner and Westerner
ancestries would give the boy a wide range of powers. After all, one of the
most powerful human sorcerers to ever live, Clow Reed, was of a mixed heritage.
She then addressed him, curiously
“Well met, young Potter. We do hope that you are enjoying your visit in our
fair city. Tell us, how is your spoken Japanese?”
The boy smiled at her and answered into a perfect Japanese dialect with a
barely discernible accent
“Well met, Lady Yasaka. Your city is indeed truly beautiful. I am very partial
to all the nature around us, mostly the trees. I love to climb them you see. It
gives me a safe place away from my pest of a younger sister. She is like my
mother, not very fond of heights.”
Sesshomaru permitted himself an amused smirk along with his grandson. His
daughter was somewhat acrophobic (She could deal with a plane just fine, not a
broom though and she was not found at all of high places.) and his
granddaughter too was the same, to a somewhat lesser degree. The boy could only
have some peace of mind away from Rosaline and her attempts of asserting
dominance over him high up in the trees when they were at home. Yasaka let out
a small musical laugh with an amused smile. She really liked it when children
where honest and stayed themselves.
Yes, sometimes protocol must be observed, but smothering them with rules,
regulations and expectations was not the way to go. So satisfied with the
younger male, she returned her attention to the older and asked
“What is the purpose of your visit other than presenting to us your grandson,
Sesshomaru-Sama? Will we be also presented to your granddaughter soon? ”
The General answered her
“I am here to unseal one of my late father’s Fangs. The boy needs magical
grounding against his Youkai blood before it overwhelms him at puberty and he
has merited the honour to wield my deceased half-brother’s sword, the Tessaiga.
As for my granddaughter, well I would have taken her with me also, but she is
grounded for the foreseeable future. She is still prompt to use her powers in
front of the regular Humans when angry or highly agitated no matter how many
times we warned her to not do it, so I forbade her to leave my Lands until she
mature sufficiently.
The Japanese Ministry of Magic’s Obliviators and the Mage Association’s
Enforcers have enough work already dealing with the catastrophic fallout of the
conclusion of the Fourth_Heaven’s_Feel_Tournament, no need to add more problems
to their workload.”
Yasaka acquiesced at Sesshomaru’s actions on his granddaughter. It was
essentially what she was doing with her own daughter. Her little ball of
sunshine was seven years old and while she was not forgetting constantly to
conform to the sacred Laws of their kind like young Rosaline did, she had not
gained enough control over her still developing powers to be let out of her own
Lands alone and without an anchor for her glamours. Perhaps she could visit the
Western Lands with her daughter so Kunou could make a few friends who would not
be subjugated to her rank? It was food for thoughts. Thinking about the_Holy
Grail_Wars made her grimace.
That was a tourney she would prefer to see disbanded for good, but she had
little say into the Magi’s community. Fuyuki City was not in her territory
either, so she could not order them to take it elsewhere. Fuyuki was Tohsaka
lands and they had given their permission for the Heaven’s_Feel_tournamentto
take place there. Coming back to the unsealing of one of the previous Dog
General’s Fangs, she decided to guide them. It was a rather slow day so far and
a walk among her people would do her some good. With nary a thought, she used
her power to change into something more comfortable and less flashy than her
Miko outfit. Now wearing a more common lilac kimono, she took the head of the
procession and then said
“Allow me to guide you to the temple where the Fangs are housed. Follow me
please.”
Both guests followed Yasaka, not even bothered by her display of magic or the
change of her way to address herself. On the throne and in the palace she was
Kyoto’s Ruler, on the outside she was simply Yasaka the kyuubi no kitsune,
mother of Kunou. Once they left the palace, she guided them into the packed
streets towards the temples district.  They passed the more popular ones and
those dedicated to the more important deities of the Shinto Faith. Their little
journey ended at an out of the way small building, everything about it screamed
nondescript and unimportant. Harry could feel a compulsion try to make him turn
around, but he didn’t let it take root.
What he didn’t realize at the time, was that his mental fortitude had made his
grandfather even prouder of him that he already was and impressed greatly
Yasaka, since he had brushed the compulsions away like it was nothing but a
minor annoyance while they had been crafted by masters of the mental arts. The
Kitsune moved forward and put her palm on the door, channelling youki in a very
specific pattern. Once the “code” was entered and confirmed by the “system”,
the lock disengaged and the adults entered after opening the door, followed
closely by the pre-teen.
Sesshomaru flared his power in a way to light all the lanterns, giving the
previously pitch black and dusty room much needed light. The floor was
octagonal in shape and made of dark blue tiles of a material unknown to the
young hybrid and the adults didn’t saw fit to tell him, so he didn’t put any
more thoughts on it. In the centre of the mosaic created by the tiles, there
was a pedestal on which were two sheathed katanas laid horizontally inside what
seemed to be a clear glass encased display rack. On the glass surface were
etched innumerable seals. Harry stayed back near the door until he was called
by his Elder once he and Lady Yasaka were done paying their respects to his
great grandfather’s spirit.
 From what he knew, the Lady was not nearly old enough to have known his great
grandfather when he was alive, but his legend still followed the Youkai people
to these days. The previous General had been one of the few pureblooded Inu
Youkais to not have been monogamous, but also one of the first to declare that
the Human race was to be protected, not annihilated. When Harry was at the
adults’ side, he looked up to his Lord and waited for his instructions in
silence. There was no need to ask, he knew by now that his Gramps would only
instruct him when he felt he was ready to do so, not one second earlier and no
amount of badgering would change anything.
His Elder took a great pleasure into instilling patience into his
grandchildren, much to the ire of Rosie who still hadn’t let totally go of her
“I’m a Lady” tripe yet. Not that her attitude was garnering her much good will
into their household. She was at the bottom of the pack and no matter what she
tried; their mother would always be there to put her in her place each and
every time. Uncle Padfoot had been severely punished for his brilliant idea to
put that notion into Rosie’s head. Being the General’s exclusive punching bag
for a whole month had made him regret it bitterly.
Now, his grandfather told him
“Put your right hand flat against the glass opening and flare your Youki like
you are announcing your presence. Then take the katana on the upper rack once
the door is open. Once you have Tessaiga in hand, draw her and your test will
begin. But be careful pup, that blade is sentient and will reject you harshly
if it finds you to be unworthy. If the sword accepts you as her new master, you
will have a faithful and trusty partner at your side for as long as you live.
Your great-uncle did great things in his lifespan with that sword at his hip. I
have high expectations for you; I hope you do not disappoint me, Grandson.”
The boy nodded and with a last glance at the Ruler of these Lands to gain
permission to proceed, once the Kitsune authorized it with a nod of her head
and a kind smile, Harry approached and did as he was told. Once the door of the
enchanted glass encased display rack was opened, he took with reverence the
sword that had been wielded by his late great-uncle Inuyasha. He knew that the
sealed form of the blade would look like an unkempt and badly damaged katana,
but he would not judge by appearances. He had studied everything he could find
in the library of his grandfather’s Keep about the Fangs of the Great Dog
Demon.
The first test was passed; the barrier around the katana hadn’t kept him out.
When Harry tried to draw Tessaiga, then things started to get somewhat hairy. A
great and powerful wind rose out of nowhere, engulfing the young Hanyō, keeping
him away from the two adult Youkais in case they felt like to interfere with
this test. Then something invasive for lack of a better word entered his being
and it felt like something was judging him, seeing if he was worthy. Harry
gritted his teeth at this intrusion, showing his fangs since his lips had
curled up. Then as soon as it started, it was over. The wind died out and in a
flash of yellow flame like energy, the blade assumed her true form!
The blade then turned into an over-sized dog's fang, fitting for its name. The
cross guard had turned into a large patch of fur similar to a dog's also. When
observed on different lighting, the blade sometimes seems like made from ivory
and other times from steel. Since the boy was not used to the weight of the
true sword, he had to hold it with two hands. Suddenly taken by a great joy,
Harry whooped and laughed with great happiness. Tessaiga had found him worthy!
He had a veritable piece of Youkai history in his hands!
Sesshomaru was smiling openly, proud. Time had tempered his character and while
he had been robbed of seeing his daughter grow and having any more children
since his mate’s death, he was glad to be there to see his grandchildren grow
up. James Potter was a good man and a good father, but oftentimes a Hanyō child
needed help from an older Youkai. Wizards were just more resistant Humans with
a longer lifespan and access to magic. Supernatural, yes but still Human. To
see this young boy, no young man, he corrected himself; brandish the Iron
crushing Fang, said Fang having accepted him as his new wielder, was something
amazing.
Such potential into such a young boy! Twelve years old and already possessing a
magical core of an adult and a pool of Youki to match, it was unreal. But on
the downside, having so much energy; be it magical or demonic, already, comes
with control problems. But with Tessaiga, it would all even out. After all, you
had to channel a shit load of power into that blade for the techniques.
Yasaka was awed. She had been somewhat septic at first, that Lord Sesshomaru
would unseal one of his Father’s Fangs for his grandson. No matter how strong
he already was, she has been of the opinion that he wasn’t ready for such a
powerful Youkai sword. However, she has been proved wrong and was glad for it.
Yes, the progress of Harry Potter would bear watching. After all, the future
would be shaped by the next generation. It did appease her worry to see the boy
try to wield such a big sword and having difficulty. He wasn’t one of those
aloof prodigies who saw everyone else beneath them. His trainers would have to
help him increase his arm strength before he could use Tessaiga in battle.
Seeing Harry fall on his back after an overextended reach and start cursing
violently in what she could guess was Portuguese only to get a solid cuff on
the back of the head from his grandfather’s hand once he was on his feet again
for his troubles made her loose her restrain and she laughed out loud! It
didn’t help things by seeing the irritated glare sent her way by the cute kid
while he was rubbing the back of his head.  
Back on the Western Lands, Murphy’s Law had just hit Sirius Orion Black in the
balls, extremely hard. It seemed that one of his many ex-girlfriends (I use the
term loosely since most of them were more friends with benefits and drinking
buddies than anything else.) had one hell of a secret! On one side, he was
elated! He had had sexual relations with Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love
and seriously, his time with her had been the very best he ever had! On another
side though, he was absolutely terrified! She had lied to him when she said she
was on the pill, so he hadn’t bothered with condoms because he had foolishly
believed her.
 Now nine months later, he was the “proud” father of an adorable little girl
and he had_to raise her! Since Aphrodite had had blood red hair and
kaleidoscopic eyes when she had been with him, his daughter had inherited the
red hair and the eyes of the form used by her mother, but she had his nose, the
shape of his face and she was also magical like him, since she had the Black
family metamorphmagus blood trait.
 How did he know? Well, Andromeda’s daughter Nymphadora was one and he knew the
signs, such as hair and eyes changing shapes and colors at random intervals.
Now as to why Sirius was so out of it? The Ancient Laws forbid the Gods to
raise their demigod children themselves. So Sirius had just passed from the
almost totally free of responsibilities bachelor life to the life of a mono-
parental dad. It didn’t help things that James, Lily and Remus were in stitches
of laughter at his predicament and each time they stopped to take back their
breath, they would see him with his horrified face with his newborn daughter
securely cradled into his arms and they would fall back into hysterics!
The one good thing in this mess was that the Goddess had named the girl with
the Black Family’s naming tradition in mind. Sirius didn’t like many of his
birth family’s traditions, but naming a child after a star or a constellation
was something he approved. So his daughter’s name was Aquila Borealis Black. He
was a father! His days of bar diving were over! While he wasn’t the most
responsible being, he wouldn’t dump her in an orphanage. He had only himself to
blame for not using protection. The fact that monsters would be attracted to
her sent as she grew older and it would be risking her life before she was old
enough to defend herself was also a big point into keeping and raising her.
Inside the Western Lands, no monsters could find her. Heck, even Aphrodite
couldn’t just manifest herself without passing through the gates first. So at
least, he was in a safe place to raise his baby girl. Now, if only the others
would stop laughing at him and help him get her settled with Harry and Rosie’s
old baby stuff so he could go buy in bulk whatever Aquila would need. Aphrodite
was of no help, since after informing him of the truth, said good bye to her
newborn baby girl, gave him one last soul searing kiss and told him where to
find Camp Half-Blood, she had marched herself outside of the parallel dimension
to return to Olympus.
 It was official, Sirius Orion Black was screwed! Then his mind drifted to the
Chinese proverb/curse he heard about the other day. May you live into
interesting times.    
Back with Sesshomaru and Harry, after putting back Tessaiga into her sealed
form and bidding goodbye to Yasaka and leaving Kyoto behind, the Lord and his
grandson were on another trip. Both standing on a cloud of Yoki and flying
through the air, Harry couldn’t help but to look all around him. It was a day
of firsts today. First visit to Supernatural Kyoto, first meeting with Lady
Yasaka, the first time he could touch a Youkai blade and now, his first trip
into the Underworld. Both grandson and grandfather were on Gremory territory,
riding towards their mansion. Their visit was to serve a few purposes.
One was to pick up Harry’s birthday gift, second was to go over business
arrangements and maybe something else of importance with Lord Gremory and
third, it was somewhat of an arranged play date between Rias, the daughter of
Lord Gremory and Venelana Gremory nee Bael and his grandson Harry.
Both lacked many true friends in their age brackets and the adults in their
lives would like to see them socialize more. But with Rias’ status as Heir of
the clan and Harry’s assigned training and both their schooling, things were
not always easy to arrange. It was not an easy thing to find a good balance
between free will, freedom and necessary protection. Harry was just starting to
get out of his funk, since he had been good friends with the daughter of the
Head Miko of the nearest shrine in Okayama, but both had been victims of
criminals Fallen Angels.
Sesshomaru had, at the end of last year, a rather heated meeting with Azazel,
the Governor_General of the Grigori and Baraquiel, the widower of the Miko who
was also a Cadre into the Fallen Angel organisation, after “the incident” as it
was called, since it had happened in his territory. Lots of good did it do,
Himejima Shuri was dead and her daughter, if not dead, was nowhere to be found
for now an entire year. When he had learned that the Himejima clan had thrown
young Akeno out of their clan and into the streets for the only reason that she
was born half Fallen Angel, it had taken all his self restrain to not commit
genocide!
As it is, that clan was no longer in his good books so to speak and as
punishment, they were now facing very hard times economically speaking. After
dealing with the Himejimas, he had had strong words with Azazel and Baraquiel.
His point could have been proven at the tip of Bakusaiga, but prior “the
incident” his business relations with the Grigori had always been profitable,
so he withheld his sudden lust for a more barbaric approach. It did felt
somewhat good to dress down beings older than him like they were misbehaving
teenagers though.
While Sesshomaru was in is true form, Harry was in his human disguise. After
his very harsh punishment after his last stunt of being very lax about the
importance of disguises, it had taken him a few long months before regaining
the responsibility of choosing where and when he could undo his glamours. Now,
he usually stayed into his human guise even into the Western Lands unless told
otherwise by his parents, much to displeasure of the rest of the community who
had decided to live into the parallel dimension for the purpose of not having
to be disguised all the time. Or for special occasions; like when he took his
true form to be presented to Lady Yasaka earlier today. After a good while of
flying, both grandson and grandfather where finally in view of the Gremory
Mansion.
It was bloody huge! It must be a real killer to clean! Perfect grounds for a
hide and seek game though. Sesshomaru’s Keep was rather big, but nowhere as big
as that building but more easily defensible at first glance. Well, in Harry’s
opinion that is.
While he knew theoretically that the Devils were a whole other species, he had
never met one before, thus he didn’t know what kind of magical feats and other
various things they were capable of. He had spoken with a few Fallen Angels
before, Azazel had sat near him and discussed with him while he was waiting for
his turn to be chewed up by his Grandfather, since Baraquiel had drawn the
short straw and gotten his ass chewing first. The man, while weird and talking
very much about girl parts, was patient and had even indulged him by letting
him touch one of his wing and answering his questions.
 It was hilarious though, the look on his face when his mother had asked him
when he was getting married. Uncle Padfoot usually made the same face too when
the subject of marriage was brought up. Back to the Devil Mansion, they went
back to solid ground a few metres before the front gate. Harry went forward
with the intention of knocking on the door, but one look from the golden eyes
of his elder made him abort the move, all the while rolling his eyes at the
boring ceremonial employed.
Soon enough they were met at the door by a servant and when proved that they
were indeed expected, they were quickly ushered inside and taken in a long trip
towards the Lord’s study. Once they were bid to enter, Harry took a good look
on Lord Gremory who sat behind a mahogany desk, since he was the second Devil
he met (The first was the servant at the door, but it didn’t really count since
he didn’t pay much attention to the man.). Even as used to the Supernatural as
he was, since he was born and raised in it, seeing a man as old as or even
older than his grandfather looking a bit younger than his father was very
surprising!
He knew that Devils had a very long lifespan, but to still look that young was
mind blowing! The guy was looking like a middle-aged looking man with long
crimson red hair that was tied as a loose ponytail with a black hair band. He
also had bright blue eyes and a short and red beard. It seems that his gawking
had caught the man’s attention for after a light amused chuckle, he said with a
kind tone followed with a nice baritone tone of voice that made his hidden
animal ears twitch
“Yes my boy; we Devils have a very long life span and are somewhat vain. We may
look human but we are not. You will not find many of our kind looking elderly.
Now, how about you tell me what your name is, my boy?”
Remembering his etiquette lessons, Harry flushed at his forgetfulness and his
rudeness. Bowing like the Japanese people usually did, he then said
“Forgive my rudeness, Lord Gremory. I never met a Devil before and your
youthful appearance took me by surprise. My name is Harry James Potter, son of
James Charlus Potter and Rirī of the House of The West. It’s a real pleasure to
meet you, sir.”
Sesshomaru nodded subtly in the background. Good for the boy to recognize his
misstep and correct it quickly by his own initiative.
Richard Gremory was a very patient man and being a Gremory, he was very kind by
nature, but he also had the sharp mind of a good politician. He knew when to be
ruthless and when to show mercy. While open for critics and counsel, ultimately
he was the one who was making the hard decisions for the good of the Clan. It
was on such a counsel from the Lord of the West himself that Richard decided to
go with “An heir and a spare” setup. While his eldest, Sirzechs, could no
longer inherit the title since he had taken the mantle of Lucifer, his
youngest, Rias, was his official heir and his grandson, Millicas, was the
spare, just in case.
The saying was Human of origin, more precisely British and it was an
interesting one. But one of his more famous traits was seeing the potential
inside each person. That inner strength, that everybody possessed and just
needed the right training to bring it out. It was such potential he saw inside
Riser Phenex during some of his Rating_Games that was making him seriously
think over approaching the Phenex Family for a betrothal contract for his
daughter’s hand in marriage. That and the Elders were on his case since he had
made several liberal decisions lately that made some waves.
 Such as harvesting enough fur of his Fire Rats kept in breeding farms for a
little something the Inu_No_Taisho had ordered for his grandson. So a few
conservatives moves would likely see them back off for a while. It was just too
bad that those old coots had survived the changes of regime with much political
power.
But the potential he saw into this seemingly Human boy surpassed largely what
he had seen inside the third Phenex son. Richard was no fool; he knew glamours
when he saw them, even some as well done as those on the boy in front of him.
He was a Master Magician after all. So to see a Hanyō with so much potential,
so much untapped strength but so polite and very well mannered was like seeing
fire and ice cohabit. That impossibility was made possible and it made him
reconsider as to who arrange his daughter with or if he shouldn’t be more
Devilish about it and let his wife do the matchmaking. Snapping out of his
thoughts before it become awkward, he answered with an honest smile
“There’s no need to apologize so profusely, son. You are young and still
learning. That you rectified your own mistake and even see it was more than
enough. I’m not even offended. Keep up the good work and also give my
compliments to your parents. They have raised a pleasant, polite and well
mannered young man. I am Richard Gremory and it is nice to meet you.”
Harry smiled at the compliment. He was proud of his parents and loved them. But
now what was he supposed to do? He had made a social faux pas, apologized after
seeing what he did wrong and been forgiven. It came back to his internal
question. Now what? He wasn’t a politician yet and he hadn’t thought to bring
with him his Game Boy Advance SP and his Pokémon Games. At least they were safe
from Uncle Moony’s meddling, since he had hid them into the Treasure Room into
the Keep. But both adults seemed to be one step ahead of him since Lord Gremory
said
“Why don’t you go meet my daughter Rias while we discuss between adults, Harry?
That way, you won’t be bored.”
The pre-teen smiled and accepted. It was better than listening to adults talk
about boring subjects. The same servant who answered the door and showed them
to the study entered when called by the master of the place and bid him to
follow, which he did. Before they got far though, his grandfather told him
“Do not draw Tessaiga. You aren’t trained to its use yet. You can take your
true form if you wish; no one here is a risk to our existence.”
Harry nodded absently, but stayed in his human guise all the same. His harsh
punishment had had for subconscious effect for Harry to associate his true form
with bad things. It was to the point of if he was not told to train his demonic
powers, he almost never used them anymore outside of spars, training or special
occasions, leaning more and more toward his human heritage, his magic. He was
still actively using his supernatural physical attributes, so it wasn’t a total
loss. It wasn’t the perfect solution, but at least he was no longer breaking
the International_Statute_of_Secrecy and the Sacred_Laws_of_Youkai_Kind. It
would have to do until he could find something to even the odds.
He was led toward a totally different wing of the mansion, then to a bedroom
with a sign on the door that was written in Japanese “Rias’ Room. Private
Property”. The servant knocked on the door and was bid to
“Enter!”
While he would normally focus on making a new friend of the cute redhead with
pretty turquoise eyes, it was the black haired girl with her that took all his
attention. Harry then said with a shocked voice
“Chibi-Miko Akeno? Is that you?!”
At the unusual nickname, Rias frowned but Akeno went rigid. The black haired
girl turned around slowly, not believing her ears. There was only one person
who had the balls to give her a nickname like that and repeating it so much
that it stuck around. She had made friends with a foreign looking black haired
boy with strange emerald/gold eyes about the same age as her about two years
before her mother’s untimely demise. He would come to their Shrine almost every
day for a few hours after school and most of the day the Saturdays and
holidays. He even stayed the night a few times!
But as far as she knew, he wasn’t part or aware of the Supernatural! Once the
violet eyed girl turned around completely, she had to realize that her ears
hadn’t deceived her. He was really there!
“Harry?! What are you doing here?!”
He answered with a radiant smile
“I came with my grandfather; he wanted to take me to my first trip to the
Underworld since it’s my birthday today. He currently is with Lord Gremory in
the study, talking about boring adult things. Lord Gremory said he had a
daughter around my age and asked a servant to take me here while the grown-ups
are talking. I can’t believe we finally found you! We looked for you everywhere
after…well you know…”
He finished awkwardly. He wasn’t about to talk out loud about her mother’s
death and her time on the streets after being kicked out by her mother’s
family. Seeing as both girls had trouble to understand why a regular human at
first glance could be here and having a member of his family able to travel
between the worlds, he took out his pendant from his shirt, held it in his
hand, then channelled magic into the runes engraved on the emerald. In a
somewhat adult-tall twister of wind that came from nowhere to engulf the boy,
the glamours came down and once the wind died down, Harry was standing in front
of both girls in his true form. Their reactions were not exactly what he was
expecting though.
Akeno gasped out loud and said with surprise
“You are a Hanyō? Of course! That explains so much! You were always so fast and
strong in school! Way ahead of everybody else, even the adults! The occasional
growling coming from your throat and the dog-like mannerisms! I understand now
why my…my mother…was always snickering when we were playing together…”
Overwhelmed by her conflicting emotions, she sat on her King’s bed to digest
everything. Finally, Rias, came out of her catatonia and ran towards the newly
arrived hybrid. Once she was in his personal space, she let out a high pitched
girlish squeak, which made Harry cringe since it hurts his hearing, before
saying out loud
“You’re so cute!”
Before he could do anything, she started to rub his ears and soon, he was putty
into her hands. Once Akeno recovered by discovering that her old childhood
friend who she thought was just a normal human boy was in fact a Half demon
from the Ruling House of the local prefecture’s Supernatural sect, she joined
Rias into rubbing and petting his dog ears, all the while giggling at his bliss
like expression. He was out of it for a while, even after both girls stopped
petting him. He only snapped out of it when Rias decided to ponder out loud if
he would look better with pink or purple nail polish for his claws.
Needless to say, it made both girls laugh out loud to see him look at them in
horror before diving under the bed for a safe place to hide. Poor Harry, he
hadn’t yet learned that there were no safe places inside the Gremory Mansion
where Rias and Akeno couldn’t get him, except the places where you don’t take
your guests to.
 
 
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry and Akeno's reunion continue.
     Harry and Rias become fast friends.
     Harry should learn some tact.
     Harry is still a victim/accomplice of Murphy's law.
     Harry had inherited the battle lust of his grandfather.
     Grayfia is a scary chick.
     Time skip and explanations.
     The Four Great Satans VS The Four Great Divas.
     Recruiting Issei.
     Two Stray Devils to destroy.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 7
                                        
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Harry and Rias’ play date had become more like Harry and Akeno’s reunion than a
regular play date. Once the girls coaxed the frightened boy from under the bed,
they all sat on it and explained everything to the confused redhead. Akeno and
Harry had been attending the same human school in the city of Okayama and
neither knew that the other was part of the Supernatural sect. Akeno’s mother
had her doubts since she was a talented exorcist and an experimented priestess,
but without a Youkai coming along and confirming it, they stayed suspicions.
While both children had bonded quickly, the nickname came when Harry saw mother
and daughter side by side in the same Shrine Maiden outfit. Since Akeno looked
a lot like her late mother, the boy had started to call her Chibi-Miko in front
of her first name and no matter what she did or said made him stop calling her
that. Then there was the shock of learning exactly who Harry’s grandfather was.
It was Rias who had the most interesting reaction to the news. She said to him
with certain awe in her voice and surprise on her face
 “You mean to tell me that you are one of the grandchildren of the Inu_No
Taisho? The_Dog_General if we translate the title in English? The most powerful
Youkai to have ever walked the face of the Earth? That Inu_No_Taisho? “
At Harry’s nod, the redhead with the pretty blue-green eyes could only let out
one word with the surprised look still stuck on her face before continuing to
talk
“Damn! For a pedigree, that’s a pedigree! Not that I judge people by who they
are related to, but you can’t really escape the hype that comes with having a
famous relative. Trust me, I know.”
She finished a bit sourly.
Akeno was more surprised by the fact that her best friend and King swore than
anything else. It was very rare for Rias to be uncouth due to her upbringing.
Akeno was also aware that there was a hidden Youkai enclave in Okayama even if
she had never ventured inside, having met quite a few in disguise passing
through the streets and many more that would come to her mother’s Shrine to pay
respect to the Shinto Gods. But she hadn’t known that it was THE Lord
Sesshomaru of the Western Lands from the Warring States Era who was the local
Ruler. The silence was broken by Harry who spoke to her
“So, I guess the redhead is Rias right? I mean, she does look like the Lord in
the study and said is daughter’s name was Rias. Man, the guy looked like to be
about as old as my own father; just by seeing him you wouldn’t believe that he
was a centuries old Devil! Say Chibi-Miko Akeno, could you tell me how come
your scent is different than before? Are you hurt somewhere? You smell like
blood on top of your different base scent.”
Both girls instantly reacted in a very different way. Rias cracked up
immediately and started laughing almost hysterically, while Akeno was quite
mortified and turned beet red from the sheer embarrassment the question caused
her! She had started to have her period a few months before her mother’s
untimely death (She was an early bloomer due to her Fallen Angel blood.) and
right now she was at a stage in her cycle where there was some blood that was
escaping her body. Of course, Harry with his Inu Youkai heritage and very keen
nose would smell it even if it was faint, but he just had to open his big mouth
just as they met again after so long!
While the Gremory Heiress was getting her laughter under control, Akeno
considered the use of offensive magic to make her displeasure known on the
hybrid boy, but knowing that if her male friend dodged it, which was very
likely, she would damage Rias’ Japanophile collection, Akeno then decided to go
by another route since her wages as a Gremory servant would never be enough to
replace what she would have likely damaged. She crossed her arms under her
developing bosom, settled her face on a glare and said with an acidic tone of
voice and with some pure indignation added to the mix
“Harry James Potter! You don’t ask those types of questions to a girl! It’s not
proper and very uncouth! As for my base scent, why should I answer you? It’s
none of your business what I smell like! I had almost forgotten how rude and
impolite you could be!”
If she thought that a glare still not enough charged with feminine fury and an
admonishment would deter him, she was proven totally wrong in an instant.
Faster than both girls could react, the Hanyō was in Akeno’s personal space in
a blink and then went behind her. Without a single care about how his act could
or would be perceived, he parted away her long raven black hair with one hand,
steadied her with the other by clamping it on her right shoulder, taking great
care to not puncture her delicate looking skin with his sharp claws and started
to smell repeatedly and rapidly the left crook of her neck, memorizing her new
body scent once he had approached his nose near her skin.
Before Akeno could chase him off with extreme prejudice, the boy had bounced
away. He was now repeating the same trick on Rias but without the restraining
hand since she had lifted her long red hair on her own. She was inviting him
with a smile that was doing strange things to his insides. While the redhead
was far less flustered than Akeno since she had been around animal like Youkais
before, notably her new Rook Koneko who was a Nekoshou, a stronger offshoot of
Nekomata, she was fairly ticklish and the air entering and exiting Harry’s nose
hitting her skin rapidly made her giggle lightly. Seeing the odd look her Queen
shot her, she explained to her once the boy was done
“I’ve dealt with Youkais before in the recent past. After all, our new family
member is one. Those that are supernatural offshoot of regular animals,
especially those that are of canine ancestry, need subconsciously to take on
the scent of new people entering their lives to properly remember them. Yes, it
is a bit awkward in society, but our new friend needed it to categorize us once
and for all into the friendly category. The adults are more subtle about it,
but it seems we have someone who is really curious with us.”
Harry was now sitting silently still on the ground, his legs crossed, his eyes
far away. Rias’ words were true, now he had the new Akeno scent and his brain
was processing it alongside Rias’ scent so he would be able to recognize them
right away in the future.
Akeno, now no longer mortified, answered to this with a groan of exasperation
while palming her face
“You have absolutely no_idea, Rias! He is a real magnet for trouble! He doesn’t
even need to go looking for it; trouble finds him on its own! Like one time he
was tripped by another older student and he managed to keep himself from
falling by accidentally taking hold of the fire alarm lever with the broken
protective case in the corridor we were in. You can imagine by yourself what
happened next. Somehow, he rarely got the blame for all the stunts he came up
with! I don’t know how he managed it and he wouldn’t tell no matter what I
tried, but one day he somehow managed to transform the entire third floor of
our previous school to look like an old temple!
One full of pit falls and traps like you would see in one of those Indiana
Jones movies! He did this only to win a bet he made with an upperclassman! It
stayed like that for a whole day and the next morning, everything was back to
normal and as if nothing ever happened! Nobody even remembered what happened,
except me and him in the aftermath! “
She finished, very exasperated, all the while throwing her arms into the air!
Rias giggled a bit to that, so their new friend was a troublemaker huh? She
could deal with that. The best way to deal with an intelligent troublemaker was
to help him channel his creativity into something worthwhile. That was what her
mother said she did with her brother after all. Then she asked, curious
“Say Akeno, if he is so troublesome, why did you become friends with him in the
first place?”
Akeno let out a sigh and after collecting her thoughts, answered with a sincere
smile on her pretty face
“Well, he is not always that troublesome. Harry can be pretty nice too when the
mood strike him. I remember, one day I was feeling rather down. I don’t
remember exactly why and lo and behold, that silly foreign looking boy appear
in front of me while I was brooding in an isolated corner of the schoolyard
with a bouquet of wild flowers clenched in his fist. He said something corny
about that I was too pretty to be down and he liked it more when I was smiling.
We were what? About nine or ten years old of age I think?
Even as young as we were I could already tell that it was a rather corny line,
but he was sincere in his desire to put a smile back on my face. He managed to
do it. I was smiling the rest of the day.  I can’t really pinpoint an event or
a date where we became real friends. You see, Harry always had a magnetic
personality and presence, a lot of people seemed to orbit around him for many
reasons. But when he would see me, he would ditch them without a second thought
to keep me company. I was rather shy back then, since I wasn’t leaving the
Shrine very often. ”
The young blue-green eyed and redheaded girl would have likely said something
but then Harry came out of his catatonia all of the sudden, surprising and
interrupting them both. Then he realized, a bit late, what he had asked about
and smiled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head toward the black
haired girl and said to her
“I’m very sorry about the question about the smell of blood on you Chibi-Miko
Akeno! My dad talked to me recently about things that happen at puberty for
both boys and girls and it totally slipped my mind that girls were likely to be
more sensitive about certain subjects than boys. I didn’t want to embarrass you
or make you uncomfortable in front of your friend. I sincerely thought that you
were hurt with a bleeding wound somewhere on you.”
Internally, he was a bit worried about the near catatonia he just went through
though, it never took him so long to analyze and associate scents before! He
would have to talk about it with his grandfather later when they would be at
home.
Once again, Rias giggled since she found the situation and the nickname given
to her new Queen greatly amusing, but Akeno’s cheeks quickly became dusted in
red once again, but she only accepted his sincerest apologies with a nod of the
head. After taking some time to get acquainted with Rias or in Akeno’s case,
reacquainted, they all decided to go outside to burn some energy. Both girls
were a bit intrigued as to why the boy put back on his human disguise before
leaving the room, but they both decided to not push the issue right now. Once
outside, they took to exploring the grounds.
While Rias was very familiar with the place since she grew up in this estate,
Akeno had only been inducted into the Gremory Clan for about two weeks. Thus
she was not accustomed to everything yet and Harry had never been there before.
Once again, both girls giggled once they saw the humorous scene of Harry;
somehow back into his natural form, nose on the ground, walking on all four and
sniffing around like a dog.
Then amusement changed into shock when the Hanyō suddenly leaped on his feet,
turned around very quickly and with a fast movement of his right arm, a golden
colored energy whip flew from his claws at high speed. Only for the energy whip
to be caught a few millimetres from the face of a silver haired woman with a
delicate looking hand. Said woman had likely appeared from nowhere since she
wasn’t there a few seconds ago or she was stealthy enough to bypass his
supernaturally enhanced senses.
 Grayfia Lucifuge was a beautiful woman appearing to have been in her early
twenties, with silver hair and matching eyes. Her hair, which was flowing all
the way down to her back, featured a long braid on each side with small blue
bows at the ends, while the rest was let down, ending in twin braids. She was
wearing for some reason a blue and white French maid outfit with long sleeves
and a white maid headband over her head, with red lipstick as a cosmetic
accessory. Harry and the newcomer where in an intense staring contest, but said
contest didn’t last long when Grayfia literally crushed the Youki whip in her
palm like it was nothing, dispelling the negative energy.
She was somewhat surprised though, the boy was pretty strong, since her palm
was lightly cut. It wasn’t everyday that a child could make the Silver-Haired
Queen_of_Annihilation bleed. She wasn’t a Satan-class Devil for nothing though.
He stood absolutely no chances against her as he was right now.
She was only here in the first place to drop her son Millicas for a visit to
his grandparents when she felt Rias’ familiar energy signature in the grounds
outside in the back with her new Queen’s unique signature. She wasn’t alarmed
and was prepared to dismiss it entirely, until she felt an unknown presence
that was clearly not a Gremory Devil with the girls. Cautious and a bit
curious, she had ordered her son to go ahead while she investigated. It took
all her will to not giggle like a school girl at the sight of an Inu Hanyō (The
furry dog ears on the top of his head were an easy sign permitting his racial
identification.) around the same age of both girls with his nose on the ground,
sniffing around like a hound.
Then it seemed her presence was detected and had startled the boy since he had
reacted very quickly and attacked first once back on his feet. She would never
tell a living soul, but she had been taken totally by surprise to see a twelve
years old boy create and send an energy whip from his claws towards her face.
 The boy almost managed to land a blow on her! He hadn’t needed more than a
fraction of a second to form the Youki whip and then send it! She had to give
credit where it was due, it was quite impressive! She had managed to catch it
by a hair breath and made sure to subtly heal the wound it caused her before
any blood could be shed; she had a reputation to uphold after all. She didn’t
wanted nor needed to deal with the headache it would cause if word of her
getting injured by a child got around the Underworld. Crushing it after
realizing that it was not some mundane energy but very potent youki, she then
decided to crush the boy’s defiance right here and right now before things
could get uglier for him.
 The only problem she had with Inu Hanyōs was that to make them obey, was the
fact that you generally had to prove to them in no uncertain terms that you
were their superior in all things if you were not part of their pack. Usually
by beating them to the ground so thoroughly that they wouldn’t get up for a
good while. She was not found of hurting children, but he was an intruder here
and intruders must be dealt with extreme prejudice and violent children must be
thought a lesson.
However, before she made more than a single determined step towards the now
alert Hanyō who was flexing his clawed hands, the boy was obviously looking for
a fight and was even barring his fangs at her in a clear sign of defiance; Rias
ran from her position near Akeno to between them and stayed there with both her
arms outstretched as far as they could go. Grayfia was about to order the
foolish girl out of the way, but she beat her to the punch by saying out loud
“Stop! Stop it, the both of you! Grayfia, Harry is here with his grandfather,
Lord Sesshomaru-Sama. The_Dog_General is with my father in his study,
discussing. Harry, are you insane?! Picking a fight with my elder brother’s
Queen of all people? Do you really want to become a Popsicle so badly? She’s a
master of ice magic and a Satan-class Devil! She is not an opponent you can
beat as you are right now!”
While Harry was very tempted to not heed Rias’ words if only because that
Grayfia chick’s scent was making his instincts go crazy, (He would later find
out that he had inherited his grandfather’s desire to battle strong opponents
to test his mettle.) he knew that she would wipe the floor with him as he was
right now. He had nothing in his arsenal that could help against an opponent of
that calibre right now, even if he were to bust out the Wizarding Magic. (His
mother was really stingy with the cool and destructive spells and since she had
his dad by the balls, he was stingy too, by default.
His uncles were so afraid of incurring her wrath and temper that they wouldn’t
help him bypass her stopgap on the cool spells. What a bunch of cowards!) He
reluctantly stood down from his aggressive stance, but still looked at the
silver haired woman straight into the eyes to show her that he wasn’t afraid of
her. He wouldn’t fight her right now, but it was only postponed. When he would
be strong enough, he would challenge her. The Potter Scion then turned around
and grabbed his two friends by the wrists lightly but firmly, tugging them
farther on the grounds, away from the temptation to fight an opponent he wasn’t
ready to fight.
In Grayfia’s case, she was torn between feeling proud of Rias for the fact of
standing up to her for her friends’ sake or feeling exasperated. The girl was
wearing her emotions on her sleeve (As a Pillar Family heiress, Rias should
have learned to properly guard and control her emotions to prepare herself for
a life of politics and thus not being ruled by them like she was.) and was
wandering around with a total stranger without any chaperone to make sure the
boy behave himself. She was also somewhat intrigued. So this was the grandson
of the Inu_No_Taisho huh?
There had been a few rumours on the supernatural grapevine that the_Dog_General
had found his missing daughter and that said daughter was already mated with a
British human wizard when they found each others. It seemed that the rumours
were indeed true. The boy had not backed down because her reputation had scared
him. To the contrary, it had made him want to fight her even more, before cold
hard logic overcame his instincts. Right now, he was absolutely no match for
her. But he had potential. She was not usually battle happy like some members
of her husband’s Peerage, but she was looking forward to see if he could make
something worthwhile of himself.  
There was also a strange blade sheathed at his side. She couldn’t put her
finger on it, but she would swear that she had seen that sword before…
Months and years passed, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Rias’ Peerage had
grown in size and strength during this time. One Sealed Bishop since he was
still unable to control his powers, Gasper Vladi, a Dhampir with a Sacred Gear
named Forbidden_Balor_View, a Knight Yuuto Kiba, a former Human, also
possessing a Sacred Gear, this one called Sword_Birth. With Toujou Koneko,
Nekoshou, her Rook and Himejima Akeno, a Fallen Angel/Human, now Devil, hybrid,
her Queen, Rias’ Peerage, more like her own family, was still growing and she
couldn’t be prouder of them and love them more even if she tried. She had also
tried to reincarnate her dear friend Harry as her other Knight or maybe her
other Rook since he was a powerhouse, but he had turned her down politely.
Rias then tried to sway him to her point of view by pouting and by making him
the sweet eyes since she knew the boy loved them, but it did nothing. Well, it
had an effect but not the one she wanted and he still refused to be turned into
a Devil under her leadership no matter what…
Now at eighteen years old and on their final year of High School, Rias and
Akeno had grown into their looks and as a pureblood Devil and Fallen Angel/
Devil hybrid; they weren’t ashamed to use their feminine wiles to get their
way. Harry, Akeno and she were now very_close. Theirs relationship had never
officially been defined by a title; they couldn’t really bother with labels.
They would share the same bed any chance they could get and their male
companion’s hands would roam on their bodies, caressing them before sleep and
the next morning before getting up, since both girls almost always slept naked.
(Boy, Harry wasn’t complaining, not at all!)
The relationship between the three of them wasn’t one of the often dreamed on
by teenager boys worldwide of two women somewhat submissive to one lucky man.
No, those three loved each other’s equally. They were a true triad, with all
the benefits and problems of such a situation. Rias had been free to decide her
own future, since Sesshomaru had persuaded Lord Richard Gremory to leave the
matters of the heart into his wife’s expert hands. While there was some
grumbling of lost opportunities, the Dog_General simply decided to favour trade
with the Gremory Family first over any other Pillar Family. It was enough to
quiet the crafty Devil lord and discourage him to bind his daughter to a
Marriage contract.
While the Lord_of_the_West was much stronger than his daughter, he wasn’t about
to antagonize her by writing her son into said Marriage contract, which is why
he hadn’t tried to put Harry in place of Riser into the would be contract. His
Rirī was a very modern woman, thank you very much. And also she was an
excellent cook and could usually sway him to a more modern way of thinking with
his favourite’s meals. So to accommodate the odd threesome of the Gremory
Heiress, her Queen and his grandson, he had given the permission for both girls
to use their transport circles to travel through the extensive wards around his
Lands to and from Harry’s home only.
(When the young man had turned seventeen years old, the age of majority for
Wizards worldwide, he had move into his own house but still inside the Western
Lands. That way he could have “fun” with his girlfriends without risking
traumatizing his younger sister if she walked on them but permitting him to
still be near his family.)
Venelana Gremory nee Bael had taken a shine to the young man and was often
prompt to embarrass him by pinching his cheek in public or to make him melt by
petting his dog ears. The crafty Devil woman was quite adept to undo his
disguise at will. As they grew up, she would set up dates between the young man
and her daughters. While Akeno wasn’t a fruit of her womb, she has come to love
her like she was her own, even if she was Rias’ Queen. Akeno had openly cried
for the first time since her near death at her granduncle’s hands when Venelana
claimed her as such.
Lady Gremory and Lily had become great friends in time and the gossip/
friendship circle grew when Venelana included Lady Natsumi Sitri and Lady Reyna
Phenex. It was a remark from Koneko of all people, that after the Four_Great
Satans, there were now the Four_Great_Divas that made the nickname stick. The
Divas would gather once every two weeks for a girl day/night out in the Human
world, leaving noble titles and responsibilities behind for twenty four hours.
Often times the Divas would invite their daughters, but they were not regular
attendees.
Even if Ravel, the youngest child and only daughter of Reyna, was two years
older than Rosaline and her often visiting friend Kunou, the trio of younger
girls got greatly along and were often seen entertaining a now six years old
Aquila Borealis Black, Sirius’ Demigod daughter. She was very much like her
father was, witty, mischievous and prompts to use the rules against others who
would oppose her fun. She was a true Heiress of the Marauders, like her cousin
Harry. Rosaline never really cared for the Art of Pranks except to get revenge
when wronged.
Aquila was impulsive, passionate and also loved quite hard. She didn’t shy away
from talking about her feelings or hugging her precious people. She was also
very intelligent, having high scores in school. Her aunt Lily had devised
special glasses to permit her to read English and Japanese like it was Ancient
Greek. With those, her dyslexia was no longer a problem. Nothing much could do
with the ADHD except encouraging her to be as active as possible and be on the
constant lookout for monsters once out in the real world. While the traditional
Greek and Roman monsters were very rare in Japan, there were always some shady
characters, be they human or otherwise who would like to get their hands on a
Half-Blood for nefarious purposes.
Aquila would never be a typical Daughter of Aphrodite. While she had her girly
moments, she was not one to pass too much time worrying about her appearance;
it was why she had her blood red hair in a pixie cut. Way less time she had to
sit still while her dad, uncles or aunt would comb her hair that way. While she
hadn’t inherited the Charm speak ability, her magical nature had given her the
option to learn Occlumency, thus the ability to resist it if she made the
effort to learn and practice.
Now we find ourselves with our protagonists into the Occult Research Club on
the campus of Kuoh Academy. The Club house was a three story building, with the
third story serving as a clock-tower. It has been painted white with a black
roof with vines creeping up to the second story. The club room interior was a
wood-paneled room with Victorian-style couches and chairs along the walls. One
side was set up to be able to be used as a bath, and a large Gremory Family
magic circle is also there to allow teleportation to and from clients.
Currently Rias was looking through a bay window, observing the Perverted Trio
run for their lives after been caught peeping on the girls’ Kendo club when
they were changing.
 Harry in his Human disguise was sitting on a couch, his black wood acoustic
guitar on his lap, strumming randomly on the strings and adjusting the tuning
pegs while sneaking up a few glances at Rias’ lacy black panty clad posterior
under the very short skirt of the Academy uniform. Akeno was currently baking
small treats for the rest of the peerage, still in class since they were in
Second Year. While Rias and Akeno had sufficiently good grades to be excused of
many classes since they were so ahead or had already passed them, Harry wasn’t
as much of a good student as them. But to remediate to that he had signed for
fewer classes than others.
 He was only in High School for three reasons. One, his Rias was there. Two,
his Akeno was there also. Three, his parents would have his hide if he didn’t
obtain a High School Diploma since he had declined to attend a magical school.
While Hogwarts was great to visit, having do so before on some occasions, he
was far too free spirited to be stuck in a drafty castle in Northern Scotland
for ten long months with only the occasional visits to Hogsmeade village to
change the routine somewhat. Now if Hogwarts had been a day school he would
have at least considered it but even after the “Purge”, Wizarding Britain was
still very much traditional.
Permitting a day student would have caused a scandal like no other. So Harry
decided to be the first Potter in many generations to NOT attend Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at all.
Needless to say, his father and uncles were very disappointed with his choice
but his mother and grandfather supported his decision. The fact that his mother
had put her foot down as the Alpha of the family when Rosie was almost eleven
and told his father that under no circumstances that she would allow him to
send their daughter away on the other side of Asia and Europe for ten long
months while they stayed in Japan was their first major fight in years! His dad
slept on the couch for a week and a half since he refused to back down from his
position before his mother literally jumped his bones on the said couch!
What was the most amusing, to him at least, was that Sirius had told him that
they had been caught red handed by Rosaline, so they had to give her “The_Sex
Talk” earlier than scheduled. He was very glad that it didn’t happen to him!
Poor Rosie! Talk about awkward…*snickers*
While his sister’s control over her temper and powers had started rather badly,
she was now on the opposite end of the spectrum, control wise. While still
quite temperamental at times, she no longer used her powers in public on a
whim. His father had wanted at least one of his children to attend their Alma
mater since it was what the family tradition dictated. Distance and cost be
damned, his daughter would attends Hogwarts. In the end, his parents came to an
agreement.
Rosie would be shipped to Hogwarts for her Seventh year equivalent to take her
NEWTs. She would have likely argued with the decision, had not her grandfather
adding his two cents, actually approving the decision. Why he was okay with it
,he never told them though. Good luck making him spit it out, you’ll need every
shred of it. Officially tired of seeing one of his girls staring out of the bay
window since the other was occupied and wanting to feel her presence by his
side, he decided to put his guitar back into its case before getting up from
the couch he was sitting on, moving behind her, putting an arm around her waist
then hugging her to his larger frame and also putting his chin on her right
shoulder, he asked
“So, which one of the three is a potential new recruit? I do hope its Hyoudou;
at least he can be a pretty decent guy if you manage to keep his mind off the
female body for a while. The other two are really pissing me off. It’s all I
can do to keep my claws to myself and not open them from head to crotch. Little
creeps. Only yours and Akeno’s scent keep me calm and relaxed…”
Rias had to suddenly bite her lips to keep a moan from escaping her mouth,
since her boyfriend was now tenderly nibbling her neck with his sharp teeth. He
might not be a Devil, but Harry certainly knew how to cheat like one! He knew
she was very sensitive there! Her most erogenous point outside of her intimate
parts! Why would he tease her like that when he knew that she was occupied by
carefully planning her next moves mentally? With a supreme effort of willpower,
she managed to answer without stuttering
“Yes, Hyoudou Issei is a possibility. I felt a powerful Sacred Gear from him
and Akeno agree with me. She thinks it might be an upper tier level Sacred
Gear. Could you tell me if your senses picked something we might have missed?”
While trained members of the three Biblical Factions could feel the presence of
a dormant Sacred Gear inside a Human being if given enough time, it was more a
spiritual detection method than a physical one and it was far easier if the
Sacred Gear in question had been awakened beforehand. Those of Youkai blood had
other means to detect such things, such as combining spiritual and physical
detection abilities and sometimes adding a mystical sense, like aura reading.
Harry’s sense of smell was very sharp; he might have caught something both
Akeno and she could have missed. Her friend Sona was also recruiting for her
Peerage and while Hyoudou Issei had potential, he was like a diamond on the
rough.
They would have to be patient with him and invest much time on him to bring him
up to snuff. Sona was not as benevolent as she was and would likely not be
willing to deal with his perversion. Her new Pawn, Genshirou Saji, was quite
lecherous also, but contrary to Issei, he possessed more restrain. Rias could
deal with a pervert, after all her boyfriend and girlfriend/Queen were both
perverted themselves and she wasn’t far behind. They would usually left those
kinds of ideas for the bedroom though.
Harry hummed pensively, continuing to nip at her neck, enjoying her reactions
and the fact that he was making his Rias all hot and bothered. He knew that she
was still a bit too shy to do something about it where they could be stumbled
upon. He then answered
“Hyoudou smells like a Dragon underneath his Human scent, a really strong one
to boot since I could detect it easily. My bet would be that he is a Dragon
type Sacred Gear wielder. Oh, I also detected the scent of a few Fallen Angels
near the abandoned church while patrolling the town yesterday evening during
one of your Requests. There were four of them in fact if my guess is right.
What is your plan my Benihime? (Crimson Princess) Do we leave Hyoudou to be
preyed upon by opportunists or do you want to recruit him early? It would be
easy enough with his lust already so high. He better not try to sniff around
you if he knows what’s good from him though. I share you only with Akeno.”
While Rias digested the information she obtained after rolling her eyes at his
declaration and then thinking on her next course of action, Harry stopped
nipping her neck since there were now a few visible hickeys on her no longer
pristine skin, but stayed where he was. He loved her scent mixed with her soap
and shampoo. It was very relaxing for him. After a hard day at school, he could
spend hours with his nose in the hair or in the crook of the neck of one of his
two girlfriends.
After thinking deeply about it, Rias decided on a wait and see approach. If the
presence of the Fallen in town were only temporary, it would only sour the
relationship of their respective factions more than it already was if she
answered with hostility to their mere presences. With the Treaty between the
Three Factions already paper-thin, one wrong move could kick-start a war and
their leaders really wanted to avoid that. She would wait to have a good motive
before giving them the boot. If she was in her right to act, then nobody could
come crying foul later.
While she could tempt Issei with only a bit of skin, her time with Harry and
Akeno had made her uncomfortable to expose herself intimately to strangers.
Rias wasn’t encumbered by the nudity taboo taught into the Humans, but it
didn’t mean that she was an exhibitionist. She then summoned and sent her
familiar away with the mission to be on the lookout for anything suspicious and
instructed it to give her new candidate for her peerage one of her summoning
flyers when the occasion would arise and to report to her anything worthwhile.
And it was a good thing that she took her precautions. A female Fallen in human
disguise asked Issei on a date and after said date, killed him with a light
spear in the gut. His dying wish was enough to summon Rias to his side at his
last breath. The_Princess_of_Destructionhad to give her male lover’s deductions
some credit. The boy was indeed the host of a really powerful Sacred Gear since
it took all of her eight Pawns to reincarnate him! Once he was resurrected, she
sighted with aggravation. She would have to sleep with him in the same bed
while naked to heal him, since she would have to saturate his body with her
magic to be able to heal such a wound.
Akeno had just appeared from her magic circle to see if she needed help,
answering the summons. And help would be needed indeed. Harry loved and trusted
them with his life, but boy did that man could be possessive of what was his!
It had taken many violent spars between them for her male lover to accept that
Kiba was no threat! They were great friends now, thank the Maous! All that male
posturing was getting quite annoying!
Akeno asked her master and lover once near
“What help can I provide, Buchou?”
The redhead answered with a somewhat tired smile
“I need you to keep company to our Harry-kun tonight, Akeno. You know how he
gets when a new boy come sniffing around us. Hyoudou-kun needs my help to heal
him and well, I can’t manage our Harry’s possessiveness and our new little
brother’s healing at the same time.”
Akeno smiled and giggled in her hand at what her King was implying. She knew
that Harry loved them with all his heart, in fact it was one of the principal
reasons they were a triad and not two distinct couples sharing one lover. The
Hanyō loved far too hard for only one girl to manage. He was making every
effort possible to beat that flaw of his into submission but it would likely
become easier as he aged and matured. After all, they were all still very young
in the eyes of their races. So when one girl needed a break, the other was
there to take over. Harry was not exactly jealous; it was more complex than
that.
 They could talk to other males not related to them without a problem in
general. But sometimes his animal instincts would flare up and tell him to
protect his mates from unwanted advances. He knew full well that they would
never cheat on him and they knew he wouldn’t even consider the idea of cheating
on them either. It was one of the many pitfalls of being born a Hanyō.
Sometimes Human emotions and animal instincts clashed together in a big way.
So she answered
“No problem, Buchou. I’ll make sure that our Harry-kun will be too preoccupied
to be his possessive self and to make sure that he understood that no one is
going to steal us away from him.”
She finished with a seductive tone of voice and a hooded look. In another life,
it would have been one of her known signs of teasing; but in this life she was
a very liberated and happy young woman, who was sexually active. She was prompt
to seduce both her lovers as much as she was seduced by them in return. So you
could hazard a guess to what she will likely do to keep their man too
preoccupied to be possessive towards their redheaded lover tonight. Rias had a
small but visible luscious smile while thinking of their bedroom activities
before bending to pick up her new servant from the ground, carrying him in a
fireman carry and then calling upon her trusty Magical Circle to take them to
her destination.
 Akeno then decided that it was time to erase all traces of the supernatural
around the park less the regular Humans wised up that something abnormal was
going on or Underworld forbid, they get into another pissing contest over the
jurisdiction of Kuoh Town with the Japanese Ministry of Magic. Once done, she
decided to use the apparition her boyfriend showed her. While it was quicker
than the Magic Circle, you couldn’t bypass dimensions with it but it was great
to escape the wards that the Three Factions tended to erect. Say what you will
about their flaws, the Wizards had some great inventions. With a light twist of
her heels towards the left, she was gone with a pop.
A few days later, Issei who was now in the know, was slowly getting used to be
a Devil. His interactions with the (in)famous Harry Potter were very limited,
since the Hanyō was often busy this week with private matters, only coming into
the club room to kiss Buchou and Akeno-sempai on the lips, ruffle Koneko’s hair
to annoy her and high fiving Kiba before leaving to do whatever he was doing.
He had learned that the older teen was not a Devil, but still something
supernatural. What exactly he was though? Issei was told that he would learn of
it when the time was right. Harry was not officially part of the peerage, but a
member of the club.
Rias then explained to Issei after he asked why Potter-san was ignoring him
like that
“Be glad that he is ignoring you, Issei-kun. Harry-koi can be quite possessive
of Akeno and I when there are new boys coming sniffing around us. His actions
show that you don’t pose a threat to him, which means that you have a chance to
become friends with him. He doesn’t know you yet, so in his mind you are not
still part of the “pack” so to speak. Give it some time, he will acknowledge
you.”
Issei answered with a frown
“Buchou, the way you speak about him, it’s like he’s an animal or something.”
Akeno then answered with a hooded look in her violet eyes and a seductive voice
“Oh, he is! Ufufu! Harry-koi is a true beast in bed, Issei-kun! He takes care
of both our needs almost every night and when he is done with Buchou and me, we
are so delightfully sore! He can last for hours and he love to make us scream
his name in pleasure! “
Rias, suddenly embarrassed, took to hide her glowing red face into her palms
while her new Pawn was having his revelation that his upperclassman was getting
two hot babes at once. Koneko was palming her face and was muttering about big
breasted perverted bimbos and horny dogs; Kiba was snickering, and finding his
master’s situation quite amusing all the while Akeno was still in la-la land
thinking of her bedroom activities. You could guess that Rias was quite glad
for a distraction when she got a phone call from the Archduke’s Office, giving
her two orders of suppression. Orders of suppression were only a nice
roundabout way to talk about exterminating stray Devils.
They were Devils who have diverted away from their masters. Without their
masters to keep their powers in check, they become a great threat if their
powers were to go beyond their control. The Underworld took those cases very
seriously, and any Devil who becomes a Stray will be killed on the spot. So the
fact that there were two of them inside Rias’ territory meant that they had to
go deal with them.
Just as they were about to convene to use the Magic Circle inscribed into the
ground to teleport all of them to the location of the first Stray Devil, Harry
entered the club room, letting his school bag hit the ground with a dull
“thud”. Blinking his emerald green and gold eyes in surprise seeing them about
to teleport, he said
“Hey, where are you lot going?”
It was Akeno who answered
“Buchou just received two orders of suppression a few minutes ago from the
Archduke’s Office, Harry-koi. We were on our way to deal with them.”
The young man nodded at that. Such orders were taken with great seriousness and
similar diligence. His grandfather would sometimes dispatch Hunters to hunt
down and exterminate problematic Youkais making a mess around the mundane
populace on his territory. Harry had been charged of a few of those contracts
once in a while after he turned fourteen, since by then he was considered
proficient enough with the Tessaiga and far enough in his studies to send him
obtain some battle experience. Then with an ease betraying much practice, he
went to join them, sending some of his own power into the circle to permit it
to take him along with them.
The sigil changed somewhat and there was now a golden/emerald green light
pulsing around the crimson red of the original circle. After he put both his
arms around his girlfriends’ waists and ignored Rias’ look of indignation of
having her show hijacked, the modified Magic Circle finally did his job and
took them all to destination.  
They reappeared into a rather big and luxurious house that had seen better
days, with all the dust and the broken furniture around the place. While Rias
started to educate her new Pawn about the realities of Stray Devils and how the
Evil_Piece_System was based on the game of Chess, Harry started to sniff the
air around to look for their quarry and to make sure there were no unpleasant
surprises waiting for them to drop their guard. They did find the stray and man
was she fugly down her torso!
Viser had the upper body of a voluptuous young woman with a nice chest, but
past her waist, she was monstrous. Her front legs featured humanoid hands with
red claws and her stomach had also a cavity with teeth to devour her opponents.
Of course, Issei didn’t see anything of that, since he was focused on her human
breasts.
“Oppai! Naked oppai!”
Needless to say, Issei really had a one track mind. With a subtle slap behind
the head from Harry, who promptly ignored the weak glare of the younger boy,
Rias took the parole
“Listen to me, Issei. Each Piece has their specialities. In chess we have two
Rooks, two Bishops, a Queen, a King of course and eight Pawns. Each piece has a
certain value. I am the King, the more important piece of the game. Now watch
closely how Devils fight my little kohai. Kiba, you’re up!”
“Hai, Buchou!”
The bishounen looking blond gave his master and friend a honest smile and
without waiting any longer, lunged toward the Stray Devil at a formidable
speed, a pair of twin one handed swords forming with a flash of light in both
hands. In a flash, one of Viser’s arms was cut down, falling on the ground and
twitching and Kiba had come back to his starting point.
Rias continued her explanation
“Kiba is my Knight, that piece is gifted with high speed and heightened
reflexes. It is also worth tree Pawns. However, their main weakness is their
low defense, making them vulnerable to powerful attacks if they are not
careful. Koneko, you’re next!”
The petite white-haired girl with golden eyes advanced toward their no longer
roaring in pain opponent, who decided to crush the frail looking girl with one
leg. Before Issei could shout a warming, Koneko grabbed the offending appendage
and pushed it away like it weighted absolutely nothing!
Rias then continued her explanation
“Koneko is my Rook. They gain superhuman strength, leading to high offense and
defense. However, they are not very quick, and can get beaten easily by a high-
speed opponent. She may look fragile, but do not let her looks fool you. She is
a redoubtable fighter and packs quite a punch. Rooks are also worth five
Pawns.”
The little girl got somehow scooped into the animal like maw of Viser, but was
out of there quickly, without losing her expressionless face. With a powerful
back handed punch, Viser was sent flying into the nearest wall, groaning. The
fragile looking girl was unharmed, since you could see some patch of pristine
skin in the holes of her uniform. Viser’s teeth had only damaged the clothes.
“I have one Bishop, but he is unavailable right now and for the foreseeable
future. Bishops gain enhanced magical abilities which they can use to conjure
up a multitude of spells (offensive, healing, etc.). However, more powerful
spells consume most of their magical power, which takes a certain time to
regain, forcing them to use their power carefully or risk becoming vulnerable
to physical attacks. They are worth tree Pawns. Akeno you’re up!”
Koneko ceded her place to the vice president of the Occult Research Club. While
Akeno was usually upbeat and gregarious, now there was something in her eyes
that made Issei shiver with fright. Like there was something dangerous lurking
behind her school façade. Rias continued to explain
“Akeno is my Queen and the vice president of the club. Queens possess all the
characteristics of Rooks, Knights, and Bishops, making them the most balanced
piece as well as the most powerful. Also, she is the ultimate sadist. Chibi-
Miko Akeno! Let’s light it up!”
She finished with a feral smirk on her beautiful face.
Akeno was very happy. Both of her lovers where near, she could feel the lustful
gaze of her boyfriend on her ass and hips, making sure to put an extra sway in
them as she moved because she knew he loved watching them and approached the
still groaning in pain Viser. Her King wanted a show for the new kid? She would
give her a show he wouldn’t forget anytime soon and with pleasure! Using her
old nickname that Harry-koi gave her made her just even more in the right kind
of mood! Someone was going to get lucky tonight.
“Ara ara, now what should I do with you ufufufu? You look tired, maybe a bit of
shock therapy would do you some good? Take this!”
She lifted her right arm into the air, summoning down forked lightning bolts,
each hitting their target who was now screaming!
“GAAAH!”
BZZZZT!
“RAHHH!”
“Ara ara, take this, that, a bit of this and why not some of that for a
change?!”
BZZZT!
BZZT!
CRACK-BOOM BZZZT!
CRACK BAM BADABAM BOOM BZZZZZZZZZT!
“GRAAAAHHH! You fucking WHO..!”
Viser couldn’t even manage to land proper insults since she was now bombarded
by a veritable rain of lightning bolts! Issei remarked something a bit
disturbing though. Akeno-sempai was blushing heavily, she was panting hard but
didn’t look tired, her violet eyes were full of lust and she was also now
rubbing her thighs together. She was turned on?! He was conflicted between
freaking out or been aroused at the sight himself. After a few more minutes,
Rias recalled Akeno, much to her displeasure. The_Priestess_of_Thunder was
pouting, but an order was an order.
Rias advanced toward the smoking Stray and with her hands on her shapely hips,
then she asked
“Any last words from the condemned?”
The charred mass of flesh could only answer weakly
“Kill me…”
Rias then answered with an ironic tone of voice followed by a Devilish smile
showing her pearly white teeth
“Your wish, is my Command!”
From her body, an intense blood red aura with an edge of black suddenly
emerged. Both her pupils were now a slit and her bat wings popped out. Aiming
her now outstretched right palm toward the condemned, a glowing orb of energy
was condensed to the size of a basketball before it was launched. As the attack
flew, they heard Harry’s quiet voice declare in the background
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
It was very fitting, since after the Orb_of_Destruction extinguished itself,
there was nothing remaining from Viser except some ashes. Retracting her wings,
she was about to order everyone to gather for the next jump, but Issei asked
her
“Excuse me Buchou, but what piece am I?”
Rias was a bit caught off guard, but answered all the same
“You are a Pawn Issei. And before you get depressed and think you are only good
as a cannon fodder, it couldn’t be any false. The trait of the Pawns is the
ability to promote into a Queen, Rook, Knight, or Bishop in enemy territory or
with the permission of their King. So in resume, train hard to get stronger and
climb the ranks. If you don’t increase you base power, you will never be able
to become a Harem King.”
Once everyone was together for the next jump and Harry once again put some of
his power into the circle to be included in the next jump also, they reappeared
in a deserted forest clearing. Rias was about to order Koneko and Kiba to smoke
out the Stray, but Harry put a hand on her shoulder and said
“Allow me to take care of this one Rias. I need to blow off some steam and to
keep myself in shape before my next beating/sparring match against my
grandfather.”
He finished with a somewhat resigned tone of voice.
Kiba snickered at that. Finally someone else who was biting the dust at regular
intervals while being taught by a master swordsman with centuries of experience
and who outclassed you in every possible ways that it wasn’t even funny
anymore! Both of them had bonded over their swordsmanship styles and
complemented each other’s rather well. (Once Kiba managed to make understand to
the possessive elder male that he wasn’t romantically interested in Rias and
Akeno, that is.) Kiba was a speed type and while Harry was far from slow, he
was more power oriented, what with his big ass youkai sword.
Once he obtained the permission from his redheaded lover after a quick but
passionate kiss that was repeated with Akeno and once he was done with both of
his girls, he said to Issei with a confident smirk
“You just saw how Devils fight. So now observe and see how a Youkai fight.”
With that he took out from his uniform shirt a pendant with an emerald sculpted
into the shape of a lightning bolt, fixed on a light chain around his neck.
There was some scripts carved into the gem, but for the life of him, Issei
couldn’t make head or tail of them. He saw the Potter scion close his right
hand on the stone and with a pulse of energy emerging from the hand and going
into the carved gem, a reaction was kick started. A supernatural wind started
from nowhere and engulfed the older young man! The wind was a snow white color
and left the rest of the peerage with absolutely no visibility of the
individual inside.
Issei was a bit worried, but seeing that the rest of his comrades weren’t
reacting, he forced himself to stay calm and waited. A few seconds later, the
supernatural wind died and Harry was looking much different. Gone was his
school uniform, he was now wearing a old style red two pieces kimono possessing
wide sleeves and with a cream colored undershirt. There was a red belt around
the waist of the hakama pants. He also had a sheathed katana on the left side
of his belt and now his dress shoes had been replaced by old style Zori
sandals.
The most noteworthy of changes though, was that his nails were now long and
sharp, pretty similar to claws and that his human ears were gone! To replace
them were now two black furred canine ears on top of his head! Then when he
smiled, Issei could see that his human sized canines had now become fully
fledged fangs!
Issei looked around towards his new comrades to see if any of them were as
surprised as he was, but they all seems to be used to that trick, so he
accurately guessed that they knew he was under a disguise. He didn’t know
exactly why even if he had a few guesses though. Now it was time to watch, not
ask questions.
Now in his true form, Harry looked around the clearing, looking for traces of
the Stray Devil. This one seemed to be cleverer than the last, since it didn’t
rush to attack. Well, if the Stray didn’t want to come to him, he would go to
the Stray. Crouching, he jumped easily a few metres from the ground to the
highest solid branch of the nearest tree. While most Youkais and Hanyōs
couldn’t fly, they were more nimble on their feet than the tree Biblical
Factions. All three were on a superhuman level but most adult Youkais were on
another level together and counting their special gifts, it was why they were
prized to be reincarnated into Peerages.
Jumping from trees to trees, Harry frowned. He could smell the Stray, but where
was he? The scent was all over the place. Then something tried to blindside him
from behind. The key word was “tried” since the aggressor didn’t manage it.
Potter turned on a dime with lightning fast reflexes and gave a powerful swipe
of his claws to repel his attacker.
The blow connected, since the Stray Devil howled in pain and black as ink blood
was now dropping from the four gashes that marred its face. Both combatants
fell to the ground, the Hanyō landed with a controlled grace on his feet, the
Stray fell harshly in a mess of limbs. Now visible from the light of the moon,
everyone could see the target of the suppression order. It looked like an
orangutan on steroids, since it was thrice as big and large as a regular one,
with the tall, gangly and surprisingly powerful limbs. The fur was wrong
though, not an orange color but a sickly purple with a rotten yellow skin. The
eyes were a mad red and the dentition inside that mouth was all wrong.
It was not a fruits eater dentition. That thing’s teeth were made to eat meat.
They would have thought that it was a familiar who had gone rogue, but nobody
had ever seen a familiar cast magical spells with two Magic Circles at the same
time. Harry was hard pressed to dodge a bladed water whip spell coming from the
left and a poison spray of some kind from the right.  
He let out a sigh. He had wanted to avoid drawing Tessaiga for such a small
fry, but he couldn’t close the gap between them to administer a fatal claw
strike. Dodging another shot of the bladed water whip, he decided that it was
time to use his human heritage. From his left index finger a bright red light,
a Stunner, shot out towards the Stray Devil. Showing some intelligence, the
mutated Orangutan look alike dodged it but what it did what the caster wanted,
a distraction. Fast as the wind, he was now behind his adversary and with a
savage smirk of glee on his face, Harry said out loud
“I got ya!”
 Having coated his claws with some Youki to add to the power of the blow, was
it so surprising to see his left clawed hand coming out of the Stray Devil’s
torso, having pierced its heart? The Stray howled with agony, since the blow
was fatal. Its only reprieve was the same arm having delivered the final blow,
so when Harry retired his arm from the wound with a “squelch” like sound, the
blood escaped faster than before. With a sharp movement, the Hanyō got rid of
the foul blood streaming on his arm, spraying the nearest trees.
With a simple spell to clean the blood on his arm and around him and then
another one to freshen the air around them, if you discounted the dying stray
devil at his feet, you couldn’t tell that anything happened. Pointing two
fingers absently toward his foe, a wave of Youki was felt before the now
cadaver was set on fire. The fire was clearly supernatural in nature, since in
one minute there was nothing left from the Stray Devil and the blaze had
extinguished itself. Walking toward the group, he said to Issei
“That’s how a Youkai fight, new blood! Well, I’m a Hanyō, half human half
Youkai, but it’s about the same thing.”
Clapping him on the shoulder, he only had time to brace himself when a very
aroused Akeno literally jumped him right there, gracing him with a spectacular
French kiss! It would have likely turned to fully fledged sex right there had
not Rias intervened while saying with an amused and exasperated at the same
time tone of voice.
“Cut it out you too! Keep it to the bedroom will you? I don’t want Issei-kun to
die by blood loss if he catches a peek of Akeno’s breasts and the others don’t
need to be traumatized either.”
Issei protested with an
“Hey!”
But he was ignored while Koneko and Kiba were with her on this one. When the
two lovebirds calmed themselves, Rias called her Magic Circle again for a jump.
Well except Akeno and Harry, who had both decided to head straight home by
Apparating away, likely to go have some hot, heavy and very kinky sex. Rias
managed joined them in time for Round two once she had finished her business at
the Club room. It was a great night.   
 
 
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Issei and Asia meet.
     Rias forbid Issei to see her again.
     Issei's first encounter with Freed.
     Harry and Sona's Duel in the warded to hell and back Gym.
     Breaking the barrier with style.
     Kongōsōha/ Adamant Barrage.
     Asia's rescue.
     Fighting the Fallen Angels.
     Azazel's phone call.
     Asia is resurrected.
     Raynare into custody.
     Harry love his life.
                         The Heir of the Western Lands
                                   Chapter 8
                                        
Author’s notes: Well, it’s been a long time since I worked on this story, but
the ideas are back. I’m warning you, I’m following the canon Arcs of High
School DxD only as a vague guideline, not as much as a defined timeline. So I
don’t want any complaints about the fact that it doesn’t happen like that in
canon or other similar complaints. It’s a fan fiction, not the visual novel or
the manga, people. Since in this story Rias and Riser were not contracted to
each others, I’m not going through the whole Rating Game Arc. The Asia’s rescue
Arc will be there though and it is a good part of this chapter.  
I would like also to give Kudos to DisobedianceWritter for the permission to
use his original spells. Now let’s go take a look on the stats shall we? We
have 38 Reviews, 343 Followers, 315 Favourites, 6 C2 Communities and 31 491
Views. Thank you very much for everything guys! Now let’s get this show on the
road!
Warning!_There_are_some_rather_gruesome_deaths_and_much_gore_in_this_chapter!
You_have_been_warned!_I’d_also_like_to_apologize_in_advance_for_how_lame_Freed
Sellzen_is_likely_going_to_sound,_I_never_was_one_for_much_vulgarity_and
obscenity.
Last Edit: May 26 2017.
 
Harry was feeling very amused today. His source of amusement was the Drama
Queen named Hyoudou Issei. The younger teen had the most entertaining
expressions passing on his face with each emotion he was feeling, be they
positive or negative. If he hadn’t known better, he would have sworn that Issei
was a son or a legacy of Apollo or Aphrodite. Drama was seemingly in his blood!
His face was priceless when he was told to distribute flyers. It was as if
someone had told him that porn was now banned in the country. In resume, the
Hanyō found it hilarious to see him mope around.
Harry was very glad to not have to go through that. It was one of the biggest
reasons as to why he never allowed Rias to reincarnate him into one of her Evil
Pieces. In fact, his redhead lover had once managed to con him into
distributing a box of her flyers a few years ago and instead of doing as she
told once he found out what they were for, he had used them as target practice
for the energy attacks of Tessaiga. It was needless to say that the Gremory
Heiress had not been amused by his antics. Akeno, on the other hand, had been
very entertained. Kaze_no_Kizu (Wind_Scar) was a very destructive technique and
the flyers had been able to tank quite a few.
It was needless to say that after that time; Rias hadn’t asked again. Now Harry
was grumbling since he was stuck on his Physics homework. Seriously, who
thought it was important in the curriculum to teach High school students how to
balance a chemical equation? He would take History homework every day rather
than Physics! At least all the stories the older Youkais of the Clan told him
would have likely been useful. His grumblings and the regular activities of the
others were interrupted by the arrival of a spacey Issei. Having learned his
facial expressions by now, Harry could tell he had had a weird but touching
experience and not the kind that get him and his friends chased around by
hordes of angry girls.
In the end, it was quite a story. Issei had met a freshly arrived Nun around
his age and in an act of good faith, had escorted her to the local Church, not
knowing of the potential problem. Of course, the newly reincarnated Devil had
been really affected by the place of cult once near enough and Asia Argento,
for it was the Nun’s name, had to finish the trek all by her lonesome while
Issei retreated.
Oh and apparently she had some sort of healing power coming from rings on her
fingers. Harry would bet his weekly allowance on a Sacred Gear. But something
was fishy in all of this. The local church was abandoned and there was also the
matter of a few Fallen still hanging around…
In the end, Rias had to say
“Issei, I forbid you to ever see and talk to her again. You aren’t to go
anywhere near Churches also. It’s too dangerous.”
When the boy went to protest
“But, Bouchou…!”
Rias, already fed up to hear him whining, let out a tiny bit of her Destruction
aura to seems more imposing and loudly slapped both her palms on her desk
before silencing him with a hard stare and a strong voice
“ENOUGH! Issei, going into the enemy territory without prior permission and
valid excuse is reason enough for them to smite you without asking questions!
If you get killed again, you won’t come back this time! The Ceasefire between
our Factions is paper thin; one wrong move could kick-start a new war!”
Cowed more by her outburst and the energy she let out than the reasons stated,
Issei dropped his head, staring to the ground and excused himself before
leaving, still feeling very dejected. That Devil gig was not as alluring as he
thought it would be at first. It was already bad enough that he was forced to
get up super early in the morning to exercise in the park rain or shine, even
during the week-ends. And so far, he hadn’t even seen any oppais! That was the
worst in his opinion, his new Devil’s duties kept him to go peep with his
friends.
Koneko had been put in charge of whipping him into shape and while she may not
be much of a talker, she was a harsh taskmaster. Her finger flicks of doom
where no jokes! Who knew that such a petite girl could be so strong? Must be
because she was a Rook…And now he somehow managed to find a girl who seems to
like him for him and did not care a single iota about him being a pervert, but
he couldn’t see her ever again…Life was really unfair.
When the door closed behind Issei, Rias let out a loud sigh and let herself
fall back in her chair. The situation was becoming really tense and Sona, with
her stand of neutrality, wasn’t helping making it easier. Dealing with Fallen
Angels was always stressful at best and life threatening at worst. And now
Issei just had to somehow manage to befriend a member of the Church.
He couldn’t just have made a friend from the Shinto or the Youkai Factions?
Those two weren’t on such shaky stand-off against the Devils. No, her Pawn was
a trouble magnet. Akeno then put her hands onto Rias’ shoulders and started to
massage them with dexterity and experience, the massage had soon the effect of
calming the redhead.
Then Harry piped up, half serious, half joking
“Do you want me to bash him on the head with my sword, Hon’? If he’s
unconscious for a while, he won’t be as troublesome as he is right now.”
At the suggestion, Yuuto snorted with amusement. That big ass Youkai sword of
Harry’s packed one hell of a wallop when someone was hit with it! He should
know since both Harry and he were sparring partners. They had managed to become
friends by commiserating over the fact that they both had sadistic masters.
Indeed, both Sesshomaru and Okita Souji (Sirzechs’ Knight) took great pleasure
into batting their students from one end of the training grounds to the other
all the while teaching them. It was a very good thing that both had a
regenerative factor higher than a regular human and access to a top notch
healer to patch them up after training or else some training sessions would
have left permanent disfiguring scars.
A side glare from a blue-green eye framed by red locks of hair was his answer.
Harry fired back with an exaggerated pout that had for result of making Akeno
giggle in amusement. Even in his human form, there was an air of a kicked puppy
around him when he was doing those faces. Before going into the whole carnal
activities, it was one of the girls’ favourite pastimes to draw out his dog
like mannerisms.
While Harry could always resist running after a thrown stick well enough, a
launched tennis ball was another thing completely when he was a child. Oh, the
fun they had had with that at his expense! It would have been great blackmail
but in turn, he had surprised them into dressing as grown-ups and playing House
a few times and managed to take photo evidence as counter blackmail. Rias
dressed as her mother and Akeno dressed as Lady Phenex had been hilarious to
see.
In exchange for their silence on his dog like mannerisms, he would not give the
pictures to Sirzechs. Who knew that Maou_Lucifer was a sis-con of the highest
order? It turns out that Maou_Leviathan was the same, if not more childish in
her approach. Harry was very glad to be the eldest and that his sister Rosie
and cousin Aquila (Sirius’ Greek Demigod daughter) never stalked him like that.
Sometimes, he really pitied the relatives of those two, seriously. It seemed
that the more powerful a supernatural being became, the weirder they get! Well,
except his grandfather. That man had too much self respect and seen too much in
his lifetime to act like a fool or childishly.
In the end, the warning given to Issei to steer clear of any affiliate members
of the Church fell into deaf ears. Or was it Fate that those two would meet
once again? Issei had been attacked by a Stray Exorcist who had butchered one
of his clients when he went to answer said summoner’s call. The exorcist’s name
was Freed Sellzen and he was not a very pleasant person. Harry had not been
there when the rest of the Club went to recue Issei from Sellzen’s clutches and
would only learn about it the next day.
In fact during that time, he was in the newly warded to hell and back Gym
fighting against a rather vengeful Sona. She was taking great pleasure into
launching tidal waves at him. Like any Devil, her negative emotions were much
amplified, so she was passing her accumulated frustrations on an adversary who
could take it. It also seems that she really hadn’t liked his comments that she
was all bark and no bite so she could stop pestering him about the school rules
and that it was because she was as flat as a board in the chest area that the
Perverted_Trio wouldn’t even peep on her.
Sona was also primary a Wizard type fighter, used to fight at distance and to
keep her foes away from her. While Harry could fight like a Wizard too, what
with being one and being taught Human magic by his parents, he preferred to get
in a physical fight. Be it a hand to hand combat or a sword fight. He was not
really picky. He always had strength and energy to burn one way or another.
Hence it was why he could keep up with two very demanding girlfriends in bed or
dodging Sona’s attacks while criticizing her style with no big problem. Well,
until he got fed up of playing keep away that is.
Thus he launched a quip at her with a very infuriating smile that he had
inherited from his father. He was the son of a Marauder after all!
“Come on now So-so! Put some back into it! My six years old cousin is more a
threat to me than you are right now!”
His answer was a very annoyed growl coming from Sona’s throat, a flushed face
at hearing the very annoying nickname Harry gave her based on the English
expression “so so” and a cutting pressurized jet of hot water wanting to take a
limb or two. She was more threatening than a six years old Demigod without
training! She would show him!
“Yikes! Be careful with that, you nearly managed to cut something important So-
so!”
That was what Harry said during and after dodging Sona’s latest attack.
Getting rather fed up of being forced to constantly dodge and having his Fire
rat robe totally soaked by So-so’s water techniques, Harry then decided it was
time to change that. Taking advantage of the delay between the waves, he
unsheathed his sword and in a flash of golden youki, the battered katana became
one of the Fangs of the previous Inu_no_Taisho. There was something you needed
to know about the Fangs. They were both somewhat sentient and also had a
semblance of personality. Tessaiga liked her new wielder well enough but she
wasn’t about to make things too easy for him either. It wouldn’t do to let him
become complacent after all.
She also categorically refused to obey any given commands in any other tongue
than Japanese and only accepted to correctly channel his Human magic trough her
once in two times. The sword seemed to find it quite funny to either redirect
the spell on its wielder or to let it fizzle away without doing anything by
voluntarily diminishing her supernatural conductivity. Strangely, it was very
cooperative with any prank spells passing through its edge though. Like that
time it let him charm his Grandfather’s hair a golden blonde colour. But back
to the fight, Harry channelled enough of his own Youki through the Fang, raised
the sword over his head then strokes the ground with the edge, calling
“Kaze_no_Kizu!” (Wind_Scar!)
Three sharp waves of golden coloured Youki formed at the impact point, roaring
at high speed toward the Sitri Heiress. Undeterred even if the technique was
admittedly a sight to behold, Sona conjured up enough water to make an
excellent shield to endure the incoming blow. It wasn’t her first bout against
the Hanyō since he was deemed worthy of the Tessaiga and she knew that a single
“Wind_Scar” could be blocked. Then she mentally cursed, seeing as the technique
had cut through the momentum of the waves she had sent after him.
But by blocking the technique and not dodging it, she had given him time to
prepare something stronger or to try his hand at attacking in close quarters.
It would take a certain time to make move that much water. Time he could use
against her, damn it! She hated to be played like that! What was the most
irritating was that half the time, Harry hadn’t any plans. It was another
example of Potter luck. Anyone else trying to fly by the seat of their pants
would likely get hurt and missed his shot.
That sword of his was also rather vexing, in her mind. It had many capacities
and one of them was to absorb anything that could make it stronger. She knew
since she had seen it absorb Hydra venom during a monster hunt a while ago. But
on the other hand, it was also a priceless artifact dating back centuries.
Harry then showed his hand. Running at high speed towards her, he then stabbed
his blade forward. But the Tessaiga was different than usual. The dull side of
the blade was covered in greenish scales! Dragon scales if she wasn’t mistaken!
Sona had never seen all the powers of the Youkai blade and Harry wasn’t very
forthcoming on the subject, so she couldn’t tell in advance what that
particular form would do.
She knew that his go-to energy technique was called “Wind_Scar” in English and
that when the blade became a blood red colour that it could break through
Barriers. (Harry had had great fun with it last year, once he had activated
that power, into breaking the Barriers she erected around the student council
room just to make her practice more…the annoying jerk…) Thus she was very
surprised to see him plunge the blade into the water and almost immediately,
she saw that her water shield was losing some of its cohesion! Worse, she felt
the magic she was continually feeding the water vanish at a faster rate than
usual. If the drain kept at this rate, her magic pool would be sucked dry.
Magical exhaustion sucked big time.
Her genius mind then came to the conclusion that the Dragon Scaled Tessaiga
could absorb and likely cut through all different sorts of energies. Deciding
to up the ante before Harry could get his claws on her (While he was entirely
faithful to Rias and Akeno, the young man had absolutely no qualms into slicing
his close female friends’ clothing during spars to leave them indecent to gain
the advantage and to have a quick peek…) as she really wanted to make him eat
his words and didn’t feel like ending in her underwear or her birth suit, she
called what was left of the water walls and with a simple movement of her right
hand, she banished it on the other side of the gym, carrying away her surprised
foe with it.
Sona had a hard time holding in her snickers when she saw Harry get out of the
deluge she threw at him while coughing, threw her a baleful glare from his
glowing green and golden eyes all the while shaking his body like a dog getting
out of the water to get rid of it from his hair and robe. Sona also remarked
that Tessaiga was no longer sporting the Dragon scales along the dull side of
the blade. Thus she then theorized more or less correctly that after a certain
time of inaction, the sword went back to its default setting automatically. The
Youkai Smith who made that blade was a bloody genius. There wasn’t anything
quite like it today.
Deciding to chide him a bit, she said with a somewhat haughty tone because she
knew it bothered him since Harry had an aversion to what he called “snooty
people”
“Do you have enough now Potter? Are you willing to apologize for your comments
and abide by the School Rules or do you need another lesson of Etiquette given
by yours truly?”
Her answer was a loud snort, a pointed index and a bright bolt of blue light
shooting toward her at high speed.
“Huh so he finally decided to use his brand of magic? It’s about damn time. “
That was her thoughts as she was dodging what she knew to be a Reductor_curse
after having looked up Human magic rather recently. So Harry hadn’t thrown the
towel yet.  No matter, she would get him back! The lout had no right to
criticize her bust size in public! She knew he was doing it only to get a rise
out of her, but he knew that she was sensible about that subject! What with
every female in her entourage except Koneko with a stronger bust than her! It
wasn’t her fault that she was a late bloomer!   
Her tendency to think too much to the point of getting distracted then played
against her. Harry had taken advantage of it to take the offensive again. With
his sword in one hand as a back up and the other with the index pointing toward
her, he used a spell she wasn’t familiar with.
“I got you now, So-so! Carpe_Retractum!”
An orange beam of light coming from his palm caught her entirely off guard; it
grabbed her (bypassing her defenses like they weren’t even there!) then reeled
her in toward him! Shocked, Sona could do nothing until she officially lost
their bout when she felt herself stumble a bit upon the ground and then felt
Harry’s clawed hand close delicately around her throat. Even if she felt no
pressure at all in his grip and also knowing that he would never willingly hurt
her outside their little bouts, there was always some instinctual fear buried
deep down. Her Hanyō comrade was very strong physically and when sufficiently
angered, he could be downright savage.
She had seen it firsthand after all, like Rias and Akeno, just what those claws
of his could do. The assassin employed by the_Old_Satan_Faction that had
attacked them, two Clan Heiresses and a Gremory House’s ward, in the Human
world during an outing in a mall in Osaka, had made the fatal mistake of not
taking seriously their male friend because of his hybrid nature. It was the
very last mistake he made once Harry had gotten his claws on him. The bloody
aftermath was entirely unforgettable and a veritable bitch to clear with the
Magical authorities that had first responded to the bursts of uncontrolled
Youki and Devilish Energy.
They would have been kept into custody for as long as they legally could be
kept detained without having official charges pressed as punishment for the
mess caused but the Temple Guardians (The Japanese version of Aurors) had not
planned for Serafall’s grand entrance, in her real (and quite stunning) body
for a change and dressed in a smart business suit, marching into the Guardians’
Headquarters like she owned the place and showed the Human world’s magical cops
that she had more than once earned her Leviathan title.
Coming back to the present, she almost groaned out loud when she saw the
mischievous smile and twinkling eyes on his face. He had something planned for
her now that she was at his mercy and she was now dreading and anticipating it
at the same time. No matter how the situation was like, that demonstration of
his power had made her feel rather hot under the collar…
“Now what should my forfeit be…hum…let me think about it for a few seconds…”
Harry said to Sona.
In the end, the Sitri Heiress would have to wear a tasty little sundress on
their next day outing in group or a sexy cocktail one that would show off her
great legs the next time they’ll go Clubbing. That was what he asked of her and
even if she was a bit embarrassed, she was a woman of her word. She had lost
the match fair and square and she would uphold her part of the bet. It was a
standard one with forfeit they put in place every now and then to spice things
up and to keep them on their toes.
What Harry didn’t knew or even suspected, was the fact that Sona had a big
crush on him. She was way too much level headed to let that attraction detract
her from running her Peerage and the Student council without forgetting her
Devil duties and her regular studies though. But Akeno and Rias were in the
know after a session of girl_talk (*violent shudders*) and thus had given their
permissions for her to share Harry’s bed when she felt ready to lose her
virginity, be it with or without them as spectators or participants for the
event. Of course, Akeno had to make it awkward for the Sitri Heiress by saying
“I do wish you will choose to have us as participants when you will be ready!
Adding one girl to the mix will bring on a few more possibilities in our games!
Ufufufu…”
While Rias had been day dreaming with glassy eyes and Akeno giggling
perversely, Sona had fled with a burning face. She had been so embarrassed!
Damn those two!
While the clueless male had never made a move on the Sitri Heiress since he had
always been too busy chasing after Akeno and Rias’ skirts and had never
recognized any subtle hints about the subject, in his mind she was part of his
pack and he was still very protective of her. A few obnoxious young Devils had
learned the hard way during Youths’ Gatherings. Sesshomaru was a well known
figure in the Underworld, thus he tended to allow his grandchildren to attend
those events.
It was kind of hard to not fall head over heel for such a male specimen like
Harry to be honest. She was a Devil for Morning Star’s sake! Even if she
seemingly seemed anal retentive about authority and rules, real power still
turned her on and Harry had plenty! Since Devil society was not patriarchal,
polygamy was rather common, so no there was no feeling of guilt over the fact
that she was currently lusting over a man already twice spoken for.
If he was too dense to see what was in front of him this whole time, well that
was his own problem. Sona was not going to enlighten him until she felt that
she was good and ready, not a minute before. After cleaning the mess their
fight left all over the place, they powered down the wards and left after
extinguishing the lights. Then Harry decided to be the typical immature
teenager male by slapping Sona on the ass as a joke, and then wisely decided to
run for his life after seeing her now murderous glare.
“You’ll never take me alive So-so!”
He declared all the while laughing and running away.
She answered with a tone of righteous fury in her voice
“I don’t want you alive! I want you dead by drowning you irritating perverted
mutt!”
Then Harry just had to make things worse, stupid testosterone…
Aw, come on now So-so! Don’t be like that! Your fine ass was just begging to be
spanked. I couldn’t resist the invitation!”
His answer was a screech of sheer unadulterated feminine fury that made him
wince due to his sensitive hearing, while she ran after him with the intention
to at least throttle him. Unfortunately for her, he had too much advance on her
and when he turned a corner of a building, she heard the telltale sound of
displaced air signalling that he had apparated away. Huffing and coming to a
stop, she swore she would get him back for that affront! She didn’t know how or
even when, but she would get him back for that! Mark her words!
The fire that was her fury would only get more stoked when she realized once
she was back in her flat, that when Harry slapped her ass like a Macho, his
claws had left tears in her skirt’s fabric! That was her favourite school
skirt! The mutt would pay dearly for those affronts!
 
A few days later, Issei saw Asia again, but this time it was while he was
wandering around the town at random. He had gotten a few days off, because even
if his flesh was healed after what Freed had done to him, it would still take a
while longer to totally flush the Light/Holy_element out of his now devilish
system. As a newly reincarnated low class Devil, he was very vulnerable to the
stuff, hence why he was still weakened even days after the fact. During their
improvised date, Issei had learned more about his new crush. It turned out that
Asia had been excommunicated from The Church after being found out healing a
Devil and had been taken in by a few rogue Fallen Angels, ironically the same
ones who where currently squatting in the abandoned church in town.
The Ring leader, a Fallen Angel called Raynare who also was Issei’s stab happy
ex-girlfriend, had spared him when Asia surrendered back to her custody without
fighting when she had come to take her back. It was that event which had led to
a currently pleading Issei and a conflicted Rias. The Fallen had dropped the
bomb saying that she was going to extract Twilight_Healing from Asia and keep
it for herself, which obviously was not good for the excommunicated Nun’s
health.
While the redhead was the President of the club and the King of her Peerage,
Harry was beholden only to his Lord Grandfather. The Maous and the Pillars
Lords had absolutely no authority over him. So between the pleas of
“Please! Let me go save her!”
“I told you Issei, we just can’t!”
And after a few series of various similar pleas and refusals, Harry piped up
“Hey listen, since I’m not a Devil, I could go and fetch Hyoudou’s little Nun
with him since she doesn’t know me. You can all sit tight here and wait for our
return. There’s what, only four Fallen Angels? And they all have only one set
of wings, so they are not that strong. I’m more concerned by the Stray Exorcist
than the Crows to be honest. From what you told me Hon’, he’s a competent
swordsman if he managed to hold back Yuuto. “
While Issei seemed rather happy with that plan, Rias was not very happy with it
and was prompt to tell him
“Harry, that plan of yours is very risky. Even with your strength and speed you
can be overwhelmed. And while your sword is a very powerful tool, that’s the
problem, it’s too powerful. Your sword just doesn’t do subtle and cause lots of
collateral damage when you use its techniques.”
The Hanyō shot her back a look that meant “So what?” He was not really the type
of guy to concern himself very much with material damage. A few overpowered
Reparos here and here would do for most things and for the most complicated
restoration; well there was specialists on call for those. In the end, Rias’
plan to manipulate Issei into going and make him realize the potential that
Promotion had was shot to hell. Harry had not helped things along by wanting to
go bash some heads with or without them, so they all decided to go together. If
nothing else, it would be a good team exercise.
Once in front of the church, they were delayed by a powerful barrier that
absorbed magical attacks to make it stronger. Rias could have likely
overpowered it with a concentrated enough Orb_of_Destruction, but it would have
taken too much time. If they wished to save Asia, they were on the clock. It
was possible to extract a Sacred_Gear from a user, but since they were an
integral part of their souls, the extraction killed the previous holder without
fault.
Seeing his cue for the barrier breaking, Harry unsheathed his sword and once it
was transformed into its true form, he asked
“So, do you want me to break the barrier with subtlety or should I go with a
devastating attack with hope to wound and/or weaken our foes?”
The Potter Scion really hoped that Rias would choose the latter. That technique
was simply awesome! While Rias was undecided, both Issei and Akeno wanted to go
in there with a bang. Asia would not be hurt, for she was needed to be unharmed
physically for the ritual. Thus it was a certainty that she would be shielded
from any and all harm until the end of the Sacred Gear Extraction ritual. In
fact, everyone else present wished to a certain degree to see what his newest
technique looked like.
While Koneko and Harry were only acquaintances, since the old feud between dog
and cat was burned at a genetic level in the Supernatural world, even she was
interested in her ally’s prowess. Thus with a false sigh of annoyance, Rias
folded to the majority vote and told him
“All right Harry-koi, the flashy way it is. But its better be worth the hassle
or else… ”
 She left her threat hanging. Not that she would really cut him off for so
little; Rias was in a serious need of a good fucking after those last few
stressful days. But she had to save face in front of her Peerage and to make it
look like that she was in charge of things.
After a quick peck to both of his girlfriends’ cheeks, Harry had the entire
group take a few steps behind him, just in case. Clearing his mind with the
help of his Occlumency training, the young man then sent a powerful pulse of
Youki down his blade and with a precise extension of his will; Tessaiga now
knew what technique to get ready. The sword eagerly answered the mental request
by a few deep pulses, like a heartbeat. Harry then brought his blade backward
like he was preparing a big strike and after one more heartbeat like pulse from
the sword and a growl of effort coming out from Harry’s throat, the entire
blade gradually but rapidly changed into diamond!
Feeding some more of his Youki to Tessaiga had the desired result of having
innumerable and very sharp diamond shards growing at an alarming rate all over
the blade! You could also hear them shifting and grinding against each other’s
during the accelerated growth process! When the now Diamond Tessaiga was
glowing to the point that everybody else had to shield their eyes like they
were watching the sun to his zenith, Harry slashed the Tessaiga horizontally
into the air toward the barrier after calling the technique’s name out loud
“Kongōsōha!” (Adamant_Barrage!)
Once the name of the technique slipped past his lips, countless spears of
diamond escaped the blade at an insane speed and collided against the barrier!
It didn’t take long for them to destroy it and continue its way toward the
doors of the Church. Said doors were destroyed in a record time, and the
technique continued its way without losing strength.
While Kalawarner managed to roll out of the way in the nick of time and thus
came out unharmed, Mittelt wasn’t as lucky since she was fatally impaled after
being thrown into the wall behind the broken and desecrated Holy cross. With
her vital organs impaled and shredded by the Youki empowered and sharpened
diamond spears, she didn’t suffer long before departing this world for the
next.
Dohnaseek didn’t get out unharmed, unfortunately for him, but was still alive.
He had lost his left arm up to the elbow and his right leg had a diamond spear
deep into the thigh. In fact, it was so deep that the other end was sticking
outside of the said thigh; spilling his blood all over the no longer pristine
floor. Was he lucky that the bone had been spared? All the while Mittelt’s own
blood was now starting to paint the wall behind the altar. Also there were now
quite many diamond spears embedded into the walls, and also many having ended
their flight outside, leaving the place of cult with a look of a Gruyere
cheese.
Once the technique was over, the Tessaiga quickly returned to normal once Harry
cut the Youki’s flow since he didn’t think that another salvo was needed. On
the Devils’ side, they were all in awe about the sheer destructive potential of
the technique Harry just employed. While it wasn’t exactly on par with the
Power_of_Destruction from the Bael clan, it was more destructive than about
anything else! From the Fallen Angels’ side though, things were not as rosy.
Kalawarner flew into an apocalyptic rage when she realized Mittelt was now dead
and wouldn’t come back. Rias’ party had to quickly take cover since she started
to launch a veritable rain of Light Spears at them, all the while howling like
a veritable Banshee!
Dohnaseek, on the other hand, was cursing loudly in multiple languages, many of
them now dead. While he could do nothing for his missing arm except cauterizing
the wound, if he managed to tear out the diamond spear embedded into his thigh,
he could use his magic to heal himself. Admittedly his own healing was not as
good as it would be with the help of Twilight_Healing, but it would permit him
to fight the Devil brats and to pay them back for his grievous wounds.
 The problem in that was that no matter what and how hard he tried, the
bloodthirsty Fallen Angel wasn’t having any luck at pulling the damned spear
out! He paid little mind to how Kalawarner went berserk due to Mittelt’s
demise. In his mind, the weak perished and the strong survived, it was as
simple as that. Mittelt’s death showed that she was weak. So it was good
riddance to bad rubbish in his opinion.
He was about to start launching his own barrage of Light Spears when he heard a
male voice call out loud
“Fulmenifer!”
From the blasted doors came a thick and forked bolt of blue lightning that
slammed into Kalawarner, electrocuting her, making her lose her concentration
thus dissipating her Light Spears and then crash to the ground hard, all the
while convulsing violently. That spell threw Dohnaseek for a loop though since
it was not Devil magic. Devils did not need incantations to use the Arcane
Arts.
“Human magic?”
How come a party of Devils managed to cast a Human magical spell? There was no
Magic Circle beforehand and the bolt had been blue, not yellow. Then an almost
forgotten memory came back to him in full force, making the sole male Fallen in
this Operation snarl in anger and sheer hatred loudly
“ WIZARD! ”
Dohnaseek loathed Wizards and Witches even more than anything else in the
entire world, Heaven and Underworld included! Those faithless heathens denied
God’s very existence and replaced him with a Half Demon sorcerer (Demons were
the ancestors of Devils and are as of now, entirely extinct. Youkais are often
called Demons by Westerners but they aren’t.) called Merlin, of all people! To
add insult to injury, those Heathens had the sheer gall to worship Pagan
Deities like the Greek Hecate and the Celt Gods instead of the God of The
Bible! His multiple tentative to smite them all down to the very last innocent
child was the reason he became a Fallen Angel in the first place.
Well that and his lust of blood and battle. Calling to him his own Magic
Circle, he sent what he had fondly called “The_Death_Beam” toward where he was
sure the Abomination was. The_Death_Beam was a clever mix of_Light/Holy_Element
and the Death energy wielded by the more common Killing_Curse.
But while no magical shield in existence could hold back the Unforgivable
Curses, Yuuto’s newly imagined mirror blade and his skills as a swordsman were
quite enough to reflect the Death_Beam to the sender, thus sending him to his
“Next great adventure”. All the while, Akeno and Harry combined their Lightning
spells to make a quite bigger and still forked green coloured bolt, piercing
through Kalawarner’s still convulsing torso, cauterizing the fatal wound and
sending her meet her cohorts in the next world. Once the invading party was
sure of the final defeat of their opponents, they did enter what was left of
the church.
Koneko, the strongest of them physically, didn’t take long to kick down the
altar, revealing a secret staircase under it. Rias, wanting to do something
worthwhile, conjured a globe of light and sent it ahead downstairs. Contrary to
them, while Harry’s vision was really sharp, he couldn’t see in total darkness
like it was daylight. And that way, they could be certain that nothing would be
waiting in ambush somewhere. They were good true, but they were not invincible.
In fact, their respective trainers were only just starting to take the kids
gloves off now that they were nearly ready for some hardcore and intense
training… Both Koneko and Harry, possessing the sharpest sense of smell and
being the heavy hitters, took the lead.
What they found once arrived downstairs disgusted everyone, even Issei. Asia
was strapped to a strange machine that was ironically in the form of a cross
and was wearing only a quasi transparent and quite thin white robe that clung
to her teenage curves. But before they could teach the sole remaining Fallen a
lesson she would not forget anytime soon, they had to get through the legion of
Stray Exorcists barring their way. In the end, it was decided to let Issei deal
with Raynare as he saw fit and rescue Asia while the rest took care of the
small fry. The more experimented members of the Party would only intervene on
his behalf if things were about to go south while still keeping an eye on him.
Since they were in so close quarters, Harry couldn’t use Tessaiga, it was one
of the disadvantages to possess such a big ass sword. But his claws, Wizarding
magic and Youki whip were more than enough to do the job. Then to try to
lighten the mood somewhat, Akeno proposed something
“Hey everybody! Why not a little wager? The one who kill the most Stray
Exorcists win!”
Rias, already reducing foes to ashes and dust with precise and quick marbles_of
Destruction,asked
“Oh? And what would be the prize for the winner?”
Before Akeno could somehow managed to rope him into being the prize at the end
of the bet, Harry quickly said out loud
“Not it!”
And then he went back killing his share of foes with a golden Youki whip
forming from the tip of his claws. Normally he wouldn’t be killing so
indiscriminately, but his foes were true Zealots and would not hesitate to cut
him down if given half a chance. So he took them down permanently quickly and
decisively. 
Akeno pouted a bit, but had to concentrate to fry a few Stray Exorcists who
tried to overwhelm her with their superior numbers. Her lightning spells make
them see the error of their ways.
In the end, the contest/bet was abandoned. Nobody in their Party truly liked to
kill. They had all been trained to do it quick and clean when it was necessary.
They also all had been desensitized to the act to be able to hold their
feelings about it until they could safely express them out of the battlefield.
But even for Supernatural beings, starting to like the act of robbing a life
not by sheer necessity or survival but for simple pleasure was a slippery slope
that was bound to end very badly.
While dealing with the small fry was easy, Koneko was no doubt very unlucky
when she was confronted by Freed Sellzen. He started his vulgarities filled
spiel immediately once he was near her
“Oh, look at what we got there! It’s the little pussycat! Come on sweetheart,
you know you want a tumble with this man! Let me pet you kitty little pussy!”
He finished by taking hold of his crotch outside his pants and licking his lips
in an attempt to replicate a sensual motion of some kind. It failed and
horribly at that. Hell, even Raynare looked very disturbed by what she was
seeing! When a Fallen Angel was disgusted by how a Stray Exorcist under her
command acted, the guy had to be doing something very wrong somewhere!
Koneko had quite the difficulty in remaining impassive. That man was irking her
to the highest degree! Their fight was not going into the Nekoshou’s favour
though. While she was strong enough to send him flying and sturdy enough to
resist the Light Bullets of his Light Gun and also agile enough to dodge most
swipes of his Light Sword, Freed was much faster than her, making him able to
dance between the blows. The petite girl was currently cursing in her mind the
fact that she didn’t knew much magic outside of the Basics taught to every
young Devils. And nothing in that lot would be fast enough to catch Freed off
guard.
Basically, her fighting style of “Koneko Smash!” was not a very effective style
against a more seasoned and swifter opponent. Thus after overextending herself
with a punch that would have tore Freed’s head from his shoulders if it had
connected, the foul mouthed swordsman managed to knock her out. He was about to
finish her off when he had to dodge a golden Youki whip that managed to open a
thin trail of blood on one of his cheeks. Had he not dodged, he would have lost
his head. Harry had managed to intervene in the nick of time since he had been
the closest.
But the change of opponents didn’t seems to faze him, since after liking some
of his blood from his fingers, the psychotic Stray Exorcist launched into
another diatribe
“Well, looky here! After the cat girl now it’s the dog boy! What’s with the
ears man? Y’know Halloween is not for quite a few months yet. And what with the
get-up you’re wearing? An older design of Kimono or is it a pyjama? Did you
just come out of the Warring States Era or a Renaissance Fair? Seriously,
dressed like that you look gay. You, Dog boy, are a butt fucker!”
Harry’s only answer to the taunting was the raising of his right eyebrow and
faster than Freed could see, he was sent further away with a quick Banishing
charm. When he jumped back on his feet, it was to receive a basketball sized
orb of water into the face, drenching him from head to toe, making him stagger
back drunkenly since Harry had put some oomph behind the last spell. Since he
had cast it wordlessly, it was less powerful than if he had vocalized it, but
it suited the Hanyō’s purposes just fine. It wasn’t his intention to finish his
foe with the Mind’s water globe spell anyway. With another jab of his palm and
a whispered
“Fulmenifer…”
Another thick and forked bolt of blue lightning flew toward the soaked Stray
Exorcist, who finally showed some survival instinct by cursing out loud and
throwing himself successfully out of the way of the incoming lightning bolt.
After processing the fact that even the Lightning_Bearer_spell could be dodged,
Harry decided to bust out the combat oriented spells. He would have to practice
his non-verbal casting some more during his next training sessions. If there
were not at risk of making the church’s foundations collapse on their heads and
risk killing everyone, he would have just cast a Chain_Blasting_Curse at Freed
and be done with it. But Siege_engines_spells were not at all recommended in
such closed locations. It was a pity, it was so attractively destructive and it
got Akeno and Rias into the mood for some fun in no time at all as a nice
bonus!
Seeing that his errant thoughts cost him the advantage of range, Harry decided
to finish things up since his adversary was now charging rather recklessly at
him while howling like a barbarian. All the while waving his Light Sword, since
in dodging the Lightning Bearer Spell earlier, he had lost his Light Gun. When
Freed was at a bit less than two metres from the Hanyō, he cast the Impediment
Jinx with a bored tone of voice
“Impedimenta.”
Freed was then slowed down to the point of moving in a very slow motion, like
when you forward bit by bit scenes on a DVD. From there Harry could subdue or
kill him quite easily. While Freed was admittedly a master swordsman, it seems
he wasn’t used to fight against Wizards. Harry didn’t want Freed to dodge the
finisher. Using a direct attack spell could have possibly resulted into his foe
dodging at the last second.
So that was why he sent his clawed hand in a knife shape toward his foe’s heart
with the intention to finish the job while he was still immobilized by the
Impediment_Jinx. Freed was good, very good even. But even with all his training
and experience, he was still human, even if that fact was rather debatable. One
way or another, the Stray Exorcist was vulnerable to magic.
While Harry could have ended up the threat with a more lethal spell, he was
more a hands on kind of guy. In a way, maybe it was Fate or Murphy who decided
to screw the plan, since Freed was knocked away from Potter’s claws by the
released and uncontrolled energy of Issei’s Sacred Gear. Seems the Red_Dragon
Emperor had managed to win against his stab happy ex-girlfriend. Somehow the
energy made the Stray Exorcist tumbles all over a broken part of the nearest
wall and fell through a hole there. Since the Impediment Jinx was no longer in
effect, Freed decided to cut his losses and leave before someone decided to
pursue him. He may be insane bur he wasn’t suicidal!
Harry’s reaction was thus
“Well, shit.”
There goes his mark. He debated pursuing but in the end decided not to. Who
knew what the guy had in store if he got the time to set it up? No, better wait
for a new opportunity and next time, he would make sure to strike a decisive
blow from the beginning. Returning his attention to the other situation, Harry
struggled to palm his face in exasperation. Issei only wished for a chance at
love and Raynare had no regrets into playing with the boy’s heart and crushing
it in her hand. It wasn’t the emotions expressed out loud that were annoying
the Hanyō, but rather the embarrassing display of tears and snot flowing from
the Pawn’s face. No dignity at all.
In the end, even if the victory was Issei’s, they were too late to save Asia.
There was only two ways to bring her back to the living and of those two, only
one would let her keep her humanity. It was better to either let her became a
Devil or to pass on to the next life though. The other way would take too much
time. Tenseiga was not easy to access after all. 
Rias was mad. No scratch mad, she was downright furious. That uppity Fallen
Angel had the sheer gall to try and manipulate Issei into sparring her after
everything she put him through! She had enough and was about to finish the job,
when a certain sound made her loose her momentum. It was the sound of a phone
ringing. And not any regular ringing, it was Highway to Hell from AC-DC.
“livin' easy
lovin' free
season ticket on a one way ride
askin' nothin'
leave me be
takin' everythin' in my stride
don't need reason
don't need rhyme
ain't nothin' that I’d rather do
goin' down
party time
my friends are gonna be there too
I’m on the highway to Hell
on the highway to Hell
highway to Hell
I’m on the highway to Hell…”
The song might have continued but Harry had the good sense of picking up his
cell phone. When he was nervous, his parents’ British accent made itself known,
so he answered with a simple
“Hullo? This is Harry Potter, currently speaking. May I ask who is calling?”
Then his British accent evaporated like snow under the summer sun and with an
amused smile he then said out loud when he learned who was on the other end
“Ah, it’s you Ero-Datenshi! (Perverted_Fallen_Angel) What’s up? I thought you
had a private party at the Playboy Mansion with Hugh Hefner?”
There was only one person that Harry called by that nickname and it was Azazel,
the Governor_General of all Fallen Angels. Harry never really said how they
became friends or at least acquainted enough to give the man an embarrassing
but adequate nickname, no matter how Akeno and she tried to pry the information
out of him. During School Breaks both Hanyō and Fallen Angel would go together
for a few days in a fishing expedition. Snapping out of her thoughts after
hearing Harry’s voice, she heard next
“So you just learned that you had a few rogues who left the nest so to speak
and are in direction of Kuoh? Well, I’m afraid your tip is no longer valid Ero-
Datenshi. So did you just call for giving us a late warning or what?”
“What? You wished for us to catch them alive and detain them until you arrive
to bring them back to Grigori HQ? You should have sent a SMS earlier this
evening or something because as it is, you have a legion or two of dead Stray
Exorcists and only your “little” Raynare is still alive. The rest are now in
the next world.”
Raynare had a constipated look at being called “little”, well as much as the
look could work while she was still deathly pale. The mission was off the books
and Azazel shouldn’t have been told. The Governor_General was a very mellow
type of guy generally, but when it came to dispensing discipline, he could be
harsh to the extreme. Some of his punishments could make you beg for the sweet
release of Death. Now she knew she was in very deep shit.
Back to the phone call, Harry kept talking
“No, I’m not shitting you, man. The other three are dead as nail and only your
phone call saved Raynare’s life. What she did to be in that situation? She
seduced the Red_Dragon_Emperorwhen he was still a human not in the know, killed
him on their very first date and he was then reincarnated as a Devil in Rias’
Peerage. Ah, she also just finished to extract the Sacred Gear called Twilight
Healing from Asia Argento. Yes, that Rias Gremory, who else has that first
name? What?! No! Go fuck yourself Ero-Datenshi! I’m not telling you her
measurements! That info is for me alone!”
That tidbit of information made a now awake Koneko crack an amused smile, Yuuto
snicker softly, Akeno smile in a raunchy manner, made Issei feel very jealous
of his sempai’s luck and then made Rias blush heavily. Why were her
measurements a topic of conversation?! Ero-Datenshi indeed!
Harry was fed up of having to sort the few nuggets of good info in between of
all the crap the twelve winged Fallen Angel was spewing for the sheer hell of
it, so he cut to the chase
“Look, will you get to the bloody point? If you don’t stop screwing around I’m
hanging up right now and I’ll send you your little Raynare’s remains, if
there’s any, by Portkey! The girls are in a very sadistic mood right now,
particularly Rias who was just about to use her Power_of_Destruction and it’s
only the curiosity caused by your phone call that makes them not kill your
little pet yet. No, I can’t tell them to back off; you know that I’m not the
boss of them. “
Seriously, Azazel was more childish than Aquila sometimes and he was thousands
of years old! It was hard to think that this crazy guy was the one who
assembled those who fell with him and those that came after into an
Organization he built with his trusted lieutenants, which became its own
Faction. But he wasn’t the Governor General for nothing, even if Baraquiel and
Shemhazai had to pick the slack when he went into one of his tangents. Believe
it or not, there was a method to his madness. Well, most of the time anyway.
“No Azazel, I’m not asking Akeno to do something like that for your
entertainment. Yes, I agree with you, she’s smoking hot, but my answer is still
“no”. If I ever ask her something like that, it would be for my eyes only!
Seriously Baraquiel would give your balls the electro shocks treatment if you
said such a thing in front of him! What? Huh nice. I can’t say if she’ll accept
the deal or not. Okay I’ll ask her, gimme a minute.”
He then put his call on hold and said to Rias
“Azazel just called to warn us about the four rogue Fallens heading here. He
wanted us to detain them until he could send someone trustworthy and strong
enough to pick them up if he couldn’t make it himself. I told him it’s a bit
late since everyone except Raynare here is already dead. As compensation for
his Faction’s mistakes and actions, he said that you could reincarnate Asia as
a member of your Peerage once we gave her back her Sacred Gear.
He won’t even raise a stink since she’s technically his by virtue of having
being excommunicated by the Church. He wanted us to keep Raynare alive since
she’s the leader of this ragtag group and he wished to personally interrogate
and then punish her as needed. Also he said that he would personally owe you
one favour to be called in at anytime and the clean-up would also be on his
dime if you accept his deal and don’t file a complaint in Maou_Leviathan’s
Office. He also said something about too much Magical Girl for his tastes, but
that was more under his breath than anything else. There’s something big going
on behind his back and he doesn’t like it one bit.”
In the end, Rias accepted Azazel’s deal after much deliberation. While she was
busy reincarnating Asia as her new Bishop after giving her back her Sacred
Gear, Harry took things in hand by stunning Raynare, then for good measure he
petrified her and also tied her up with conjured chains after enchanting them
with a lock-down_spell, making it impossible for the captive to use her powers.
Magical_Law_Enforcement around the Globe used that spell or the runic
equivalent on handcuffs. His father, having trained as an Auror before their
leaving Britain, taught it to him.
The combination of spells on the Fallen Angel would do for transporting her
until a more permanent solution could be arranged. Since Rias’ Peerage’s cover
was a School Club, the Occult Research Club did not have prison cells.
So Harry went home to fetch a Draught of Living Death from his mother’s stocks
of potions and once back to the Club room via Apparition, he removed the
Petrificus_Totalusfrom Raynare but not the stunner nor the chains and then
force fed her the Draught. Once he was assured that she would not wake up
without the antidote, he set her up in one of the rooms his girls used before
moving in with him. He almost considered stashing her in a wardrobe, but
decided against it, thus he levitated her on the bed. Azazel or his envoy
should be there in a day or two to pick her up.
And to be absolutely certain than his sweet and lovely Chibi-Miko Akeno
wouldn’t accidentally dispose of her due to her hatred towards Fallen Angels,
he placed Shinto Holy charms around the door and Wizarding wards, just in case.
Overkill yes, but Harry had learned the hard way to never underestimate very
determined women. It was bad for the health and had a tendency to come back to
bite you on the ass when you expect it the less. Once done, he went to the
Magic Circle in the middle deserted Club Room and apparated from there after
saying out loud
“Good night Gasper!”
When he arrived in his house and after moving to his bedroom, it was to find
his two girlfriends naked as the day they were born, both displaying hooded
looks and smiles that promised much, kissing and caressing each other’s while
lounging on their bed. Seeing the clear invitation, Harry was quick to discard
his clothes and to join them. Just as Akeno was now engulfing his manhood for
some oral pleasure and Rias straddling his head for her own stimulation, he
said out loud to himself
“I absolutely love my life!”
Then he let himself be swept away on a wave of passion.
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