Harry Phenex 1
Harry sat in his bed at Privet Drive, rocking back and forth. Sirius was dead, and it was all his fault. Sirius was dead! The thought echoed in his head, over and over again. If only he hadn't gone to the Department of Mysteries. If only he had managed to learn Occlumency from Snape. If only he had opened his Christmas present.
If only.
Unseen by the grieving young man, a flickering purple flame entered the window and hovered over him. It slowly formed into the shape of a cloaked figure, and then it flowed into the boy. Harry was seized by pain, as heat, no, flames roared through his body. He bit his lip; he couldn't scream, or Vernon might punish him.
Suddenly, he felt intense pain at his temple, over his scar, as pure, violet flames seared into his being. The burning sensation through his body intensified as well, as if he were burning to ash. Thick, viscous fluid dripped down his forehead as he heard a hissing cry, and Harry passed out.
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Rias Gremory sat in her hotel room in London. She'd come to the United Kingdom as a favor for her brother, or rather her brother's bishop, MacGregor Mathers. The bishop still had associates within the Golden Dawn, and had asked her to travel to London to the main headquarters to pick up certain extremely sensitive materials he needed, as he was busy helping her brother.
It was a chance to see London, so she agreed quite willingly. The young devil heiress had spent the day exploring the city, visiting various museums and historic sites, though she had to of course avoid the many churches that were found within the ancient city.
Leaning back in the soft blankets of her bed, Rias stretched, enjoying her small vacation, when she suddenly sat up, staring into space.
In the distance, she could feel a veritable explosion of demonic power.
Rising to her feet, Rias quickly moved to her suitcase, and got dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a blouse. The magic had come from the southwest, and while she could no longer feel it, she was sure if she got close enough, she could find its source.
Opening the door to her balcony, Rias cast a spell to render her unnoticed, and flew into the air. Hopefully she'd get there before others did.
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Slowly, Harry found himself waking up. Eyes fluttering, the young man sat up. He didn't hurt anymore. In fact, the various aches and pains he had had his whole life, such as the slight twinge in his arm from the basilisk bite, was gone. Lifting his hand to his head, he found a black fluid clinging to his fingers. Shuddering, he wiped it away on a nearby scrap of blanket, getting up and picking up the blanket to rub his face. What is that stuff, it looks disgusting, Harry thought.
Taking a breath, he looked around the room and dug through his trunk, finding a change of clothes. He couldn't shower yet as he was locked in his room, but he really needed to change his clothes; his current ones were all sweaty. Sighing, he started to strip, glancing in the old, cracked mirror in the broken-down dresser, and stared. He leaned over. His scar was gone! What the hell? Harry thought.
For a long moment, he just stood there, looking at himself, before he shook his head and recovered. He got dressed in a set of Dudley's hand-me-downs. He never liked using his school clothes at Privet Drive, as he worried what the Dursleys would do if they discovered he had money.
Bundling his old clothes up, he put them in a small bag to the side of his trunk. He'd have to wash them himself when his Aunt allowed him to. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. What exactly had happened? He had been thinking about Sirius and then it felt like he was being burnt alive, and he passed out.
It was confusing.
Sighing, he moved to sit on the bed again, pulling knees up against his chest. Just another strange event in his screwed up life.
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Rias Gremory flew over the small town of Little Whinging in Surrey. She could feel a source of demonic power nearby. The closer she got, the more she worried. It felt as strong as she was, or perhaps even stronger. Whoever it was wasn't shielding their power at all, something the youngest of devil children learned.
Finally, she flew near a house. It was very similar to others in the area, a sterling example of the sameness of tract housing. There were magician's wards all over the property designed to protect from those of ill intent and some types of unholy creatures, though not nearly enough to keep a devil out. She hovered for a moment, looking, and she could sense another source of magic in the area: one person in the front yard, sitting unseen under some sort of invisibility spell.
She flew over the house, hovering on the other side. Whoever she felt was on the other side of this window. She peered inside, and saw a dismal, dusty room with no signs of habitation other than an open trunk and a boy around her age curled up on the bed.
Never one for caution - that was more Sona's bailiwick - Rias gestured with her hand, unlocking and opening the window. She flew into the room, and let her wings snap shut as she announced quietly in her soft voice, "Hello."
The boy startled as he glanced up, his green eyes going wide as he looked at the beautiful red-haired girl. He scrambled off the bed, rolling to his feet as he stared at her. His eyes looked towards his trunk before his shoulders stiffened, "Who are you?" For a brief moment she felt his power surge, before it stabilized again.
"My name is Rias Gremory," the heiress introduced herself, expecting him to recognize her name. When he just looked at her, she tilted her head to the side, "Of the Gremory family? And your name?"
"Harry Potter," the young man said after a moment, "What are you doing in my room? Are you one of the Order, I haven't seen you before." And he'd definitely remember seeing someone like Rias. Something about her put him on edge, like what he felt from Dumbledore or Voldemort.
But even more so.
"I'm afraid I don't know of who you mean by the Order. I was actually in London, when I felt a huge burst of demonic power. I tracked it down," the girl said, "And it led me here, to you. Did something happen here, in the past hour?"
"Well..." Harry normally wouldn't answer a stranger, but was too worried about what happened to care, "I was sitting on the bed, thinking, when I suddenly felt really hot. Then it felt like I was on fire, and I passed out?" He shrugged, "That's all I can think of." He paused. Then added, "Wait. Demonic power? You mean like Satan and God--" He winced, holding his head, "What the hell?"
Rias looked amused, "I feel like I'm talking to a newly reincarnated devil." She bowed towards him, "Good evening, Harry Potter. I am Rias Gremory," she introduced herself again, her black wings springing from her back, "Devil Heiress of the House of Gremory."
"Whaaa--" Harry started, backing up. He collided with the wall, hand in front of himself. "You're a devil?"
"Yes, I am," Rias told him. Her lips quirked, "And unless I'm seriously mistaken, so are you, Harry."
"There is no way. I'm not a devil, I'm just a wizard," the young man muttered to himself. He looked up at the girl. "Why do you think I'm a devil?"
"Quite simply, because the explosion of demonic power came from this direction, and you are almost glowing with it. You seem to have at least as much demonic power as myself, perhaps more, and I'm very strong for my age," Rias said. "What confuses me is how you wouldn't know this. You're obviously at least a half-blooded devil, if not pure-blooded."
Harry snorted, "Even now I keep hearing about half-bloods and pure-bloods." Rias' brow rose in query, and Harry explained, "I'm a wizard, not a devil. Wizards are all finicky about pure-bloods and half-bloods and stuff. A lot of elitist prigs look down on muggleborn."
"Muggleborn?" Rias asked.
"Wizards who are born of non-magical parents," Harry said with a shrug.
"I am not familiar with wizards, really. I know they're a variant of magicians, but devils tend to deal with magicians, mostly," Rias said with a shrug. "Anyway, it sounds similar to devil society. But I promise you, Harry, you're not simply a wizard. No normal human has demonic power. And again, you have far too much of it to simply have a devil as a distant ancestor."
"I don't know what to tell you," Harry said. "I'm Harry James Potter, the son of James Potter and Lily Potter née Evans," he said. "Neither of my parents were devils, and I doubt their grandparents were, either."
Rias looked at him, sure that he was mistaken. She knew what she sensed. "All right, do something for me. See my wings? Will your own to appear. Imagine them emerging from your back, as power flows through your body." As she spoke, she gently took his hand, pulling him away from the wall before releasing his hand.
Sighing, Harry said, "I told you, that I'm not a devil, but okay." He concentrated, trying to do as she asked. Nothing happened for a long moment, "See? I told you that--" Suddenly, he felt it. A rush of energy through him and two flaming wings emerged from his back. "What the?"
Rias stared. This boy was a Phenex. A long-lost Phenex, perhaps? A small part of her wanted her to leave as she was still upset over her forced betrothal. But he was obviously confused and even afraid, and she just couldn't do that to him. "Well, this is a surprise. You're of the Phenex Clan."
"Phenex Clan? And how do you know?" wondered Harry.
"Your wings. Most devils have wings like mine," Rias explained. "One of the Phenex Clan traits is a mastery of fire. Their wings appear as yours do. Don't worry, they'll only burn things if you wish them to."
"This is crazy," Harry muttered. "First a wizard, and now a devil? I'm going crazy. I snapped after Sirius died."
Rias sympathized with Harry. If she had grown up as a human and found out a decade and a half later that she was a devil, she'd be shocked too. He seemed to be dealing with troubles of his own on top of that. "Harry, calm down," she said, taking his hand again and squeezing it. "It doesn't matter. It just means you're more powerful than you knew. Devils aren't inherently evil nowadays. We're just people."
After a moment, Harry squeezed her hand back, "Okay, so I'm a devil then. What now?" he asked.
"Now..." Rias considered, "I think the best thing to do would be to take you to the Underworld. We can take you to my brother, and he can try to figure out where you came from. I haven't heard of any missing Phenex Clan. With the amount of demonic power you used, there are bound to be others heading in this direction to look for you. I'm lucky I got here first. Not all who are likely coming would welcome a devil, so you're rather lucky as well."
"Such as?" Harry asked.
"Angels and Fallen Angels are the two groups most likely to harm you," Rias answered. "There was someone outside by the way, by the way, under an invisibility spell. Some sort of wizard I suppose, as magicians would sense your demonic power being released."
Harry snorted, "Probably one of the Order making sure I'm 'safe'."
The amount of rancor in the statement worried Rias. "I see," Is all she said before pulling a necklace out from underneath her blouse. "Keep hold of my hand. This is for emergencies. I think 'discovering a new devil' counts."
"Can we take my things? The Dursleys would likely throw it out or burn it," Harry asked. "At least Hedwig is at the Weasleys."
"Oh. Of course." Rias gestured with her hand, and a glowing circle appeared over his trunk. The lid closed and the trunk disappeared. "I sent it too my hotel room. I'll have someone pick it up. Anything else you need?"
"I'd like my wand, but..." Harry shrugged, "That's locked up downstairs, so I guess not."
Another thing for Rias to worry about. Who was locking his things away? "Okay, then," she stated. "Here we go."
The girl activated the talisman on her necklace, and a magical circle appeared underneath them with the magical symbol of Lucifer.
And so Harry Potter disappeared from Privet Drive.
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Harry found himself appearing in a small, ornate sitting room. Rias stood beside him, squeezing his hand gently before releasing it. His gaze wandered the room; it looked like the sort of room a high-class manor might have.
A few moments after they arrived, the door opened and a silver-haired woman entered wearing a maid's outfit. Harry stared for a moment, even as she said, "Good evening, Rias. Are you all right, I felt your emergency talisman activate. And who might this be?"
"Hello, Grayfia. It's a bit of a long story," Rias answered. "Is my brother available, I have something of importance to discuss with him."
"He is doing some paperwork, so yes, he can be interrupted," the woman, apparently named Grayfia, answered. "Come this way."
Harry was led down a long hallway. Coming to a door at the end of the hall, Grayfia knocked once and entered. "Sirzechs, your sister is here to see you." When he entered, he saw a broad-shouldered man with hair the same color as Rias.
"Rias!" he said, getting up and moving to hug said girl.
Struggling, Rias pushed the man away, "Mou, stop it. I need to talk to you."
"You're always so harsh," lamented the man before his gaze fell upon Harry. "And who is this?"
"This is Harry Potter," Rias introduced him. "And he's why I'm here."
"Harry Potter?" Sirzechs' brow rose, "The Harry Potter? We don't deal with the wizards often, but that name is a very famous one among their kind."
Harry sighed. Even here, people had heard of him? Rias answered her brother, "That's his name?" She sounded confused at Sirzechs' words, before continuing, "Anyway, I was in London for Mathers, remember? I felt a huge explosion of demonic power and found it. It led me to Harry. Who apparently had no clue he was a devil. He apparently came into his power and that caused the spike of demonic power."
"Now that's interesting. Harry Potter a devil. Why didn't anyone realize? You'd think at least some of their people would detect it." Sirzechs looked at Harry, "Tell me what happened."
Once again, Harry began to speak, going into more detail as the man looked serious, "I was sitting on my bed, kind of worrying over what's been happening recently with Voldemort. Then, I felt really hot, almost burning. My scar suddenly felt like it was on fire, like a fiery nail was driven into my skull. After that, my entire body felt like it was burning up, and I passed out."
"Hrm. Was there something special about your scar?" Sirzechs asked, looking curiously at him.
"It was where Voldemort struck me with the Killing Curse when I was a baby," Harry answered. He didn't want to say more, but if it'd explain what was going on...he would. "It also had some sort of magic in it, from him. I would have dreams of what he was doing and he could send me visions if he wanted." Harry shuddered.
"Well, I don't sense anything right now except some traces of dark magic," Sirzechs said, his gaze appraising. "Perhaps there was lingering magic of some sort in the scar that has been fighting your demonic power since you were a baby?" He paused, "It'd take quite some magic to suppress demonic power of your scale, but there are some dark magics that qualify, most of them very corrupting. If so, when your demonic power finally expelled it, you came into yourself as a devil?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't know. If you're right, I'm just glad it's gone, it wasn't pleasant seeing Voldemort's mind."
"If I may ask, who's Voldemort?" Rias wondered.
"A British Wizard. They call him a Dark Lord. He's powerful for a magician, but nothing special really," Sirzechs explained to her. "When Harry here was a baby, the man attacked and killed Harry's parents and tried to kill Harry. Something happened and Voldemort was killed instead."
"That's horrible!" Rias said, reaching out and taking his hand.
Sirzechs' brow rose at the gesture, before asking, "Do you happen to know who his family is?" he asked Rias.
"Harry, show him your wings," Rias suggested. Harry concentrated, and as fiery wings appeared on his back, much to Sirzechs' shock, she continued, "As you can see, he's a Phenex. I haven't heard of any from the Clan disappearing, so I thought it best to come to you." Harry let his wings retract, a little worried about causing a fire in spite of Rias' prior assurances.
"Grayfia, contact Lord Phenex immediately and ask him to join us. Tell him it's about his daughter." Sirzechs ordered, to Rias' surprise. Grayfia immediately turned and disappeared through the door. "Harry, what can you tell me about your mother?"
Blinking, Harry said hesitantly, "My mum's name was Lily. Lily Potter, born Lily Evans. She married my dad right out of Hogwarts. She had me, and died a year later. Her sister's name is Petunia, she's my Aunt..."
"Brother, what's going on?" Rias asked, frowning.
"A little over thirty years ago, a daughter of Clan Phenex was kidnapped. We never managed to find her," Sirzechs explained with a sigh. "It was suspected to be an attack by the Astaroth because Phenex turned down a betrothal between Ruval Phenex and a daughter of the Astaroth, but we couldn't find any sign of her or proof with which to act." He looked at Harry, "Her name was Rillian Phenex."
"Rillian. Rily. Lily?" Harry asked, hesitantly. "But my mom had parents and a sister?"
"If they sealed away her power, they most likely changed her and her new family's memories. That sort of work takes time, but is quite possible for one skilled at mental magic," Sirzechs said musingly.
"Er, I'm being a bit harsh, but if they wanted to punish the Phenex, why didn't they kill her? I mean, if they're bad enough to kidnap a child and play with her mind?" Harry asked.
"We devils have a low population, due to wars a few hundred years ago. As such, most devils would avoid killing a child, especially one of a recognized Pillar Clan," Sirzechs told him. "It's surprising they went to these lengths, though. Presuming it was the Astaroth, of course."
The door opened, an Grayfia entered, with whom was a tall older man with blond hair and blue eyes. "You wanted to see me, Sirzechs? What's this about my daughter? Is there something wrong with Ravel?"
"Not Ravel. I was referring to Rillian," Sirzechs told him. "It would seem we've discovered what happened to her."
The man perked up, "Where is she, what happened?" He asked, glancing briefly at Rias and then Harry, before looking back at Sirzechs.
"It's not entirely good news, I'm afraid," Sirzechs answered, "Apparently, whoever kidnapped her sealed her power and modified her memories. She lived as a human and was killed. She did however, have a son." He gestured towards Harry. "This is Harry James Potter, son of Lily Potter, who was apparently actually Rillian Phenex. For some reason, his demonic power was suppressed until quite recently, when my sister Rias found him."
"A-are you sure?" the man asked, staring at Harry.
"He has the Phenex wings, and his mother's name was Lily, which is very reminiscent of Rillian. She was also the correct age," Sirzechs told him. "We can do a blood test to be verify, but yes, I'm sure."
"I don't believe it. My Rillian is gone, but she had a son. Thank you for finding him, Rias. May I ask who your father was, lad?" the devil asked.
"Um, James Potter? He was a pureblood wizard? I don't know if you know about wizards, Sirzechs seems to, but Rias didn't know details..." Harry answered rather uncomfortably.
"I know that wizards exist, though not much more," Lord Phenex said. "I am your grandfather, Randol. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." His lips quirk, "Don't worry, I won't make you rename yourself to Rarry."
Harry's lips twitched, "Thank G--er, I'm glad to hear that," he said, not wanting to give himself a headache.
"May we have a room to talk, Sirzechs?" At Sirzechs' nod, Randol asked Harry. "Why don't you tell me about your life thus far, young man? Come."
"I can, I guess..." Harry said, looking uncomfortable, "Can Rias come with us?"
Rias looked surprised and pleased, even as Randol answered, "If it'll make you feel more relaxed, of course."
The trio left Sirzechs' office for a long over-due discussion.