Rage of the Ibilis Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

Rage of the Ibilis

Chapter 1

Rage of the Ibilis

Helltanz's notes: Yeah, meet another new story, though if you keep up with my profile I warned you about this one. This story is partially inspired by Assassin's creed, I thought it would be interesting to write an assassin Harry, also figured I would go ahead an write a Dresden Files cross, it also crosses with Blood +, Death Note, and possibly Underworld, once we get to focus in depth on Vampires, and brief mentions of the Contractor. Any French Mistakes I apologize for, ahead of time, actually in most cases I will try and avoid using French period, some things in Paris can not be avoided though, names and such, the language of French, I will avoid as much as possible to avoid mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the serieses used in this work of Fanfiction.

Story begin

Prologue begin

White Council

The bound man chuckled. "Hmm. You pathetic fool, I did not expect you to actually fall for my trap." He flicked his wrists and to alls surprise the heavy iron manacles binding his wrists fell to the floor with a defeaning clank of metal on stone.

The now freed man lunged from his arm erupted a deadly looking spike.

In single bound the man cleared the distance between him and the head of the Senior Council, the spike went straight through the Arthur Langtry's chest. The Merlin of the white council's eyes widened in shock and finally in fear as he died at the assassin's hands. "Never over step you bounds." Growled the cultured voice.

Harry Dresden was amongst the members of the white council present; his Fallen promptly began screeching at him. 'Beloved you must flee.'

'Lasciel.' Dresden clutched his head.

'Flee my host.'

'What the hell has-' his inquiry was interrupted by the shout of a spell and the overwhelming smell of brimstone which followed it.

"Flames of Gehena." Called out the slayer of the Merlin.

Seeing the immense wave of hellfire beginning to attain form Harry Dresden had but on thing to say, "Fuck" growled the Private Investigator.

Not exactly the best reaction, a massive wave of unholy flame exploded out ward from the still hooded figure.

'Denarian?'

'Yes beloved Belial's host.'

'Hmm, and something you want to tell me?'

'Not now my beloved, later should you survive.' Responded Lasciel.

A hole appeared in the flames of hell, allowing the former prisoner's long sword and other belongings to fly towards their owner.

A massive orb of light formed a blasted through the wards and walls in the shape of an arrow.

'Indeed Beloved definitely Belial and his vessel.'

The other Denarian removed his hood revealing flowing black hair and piercing green eyes.

Prologue Conclusion

Chapter Begin

Europe, France, Paris, Musee Guimet

With Merlin's death the white council had been thrown into disarray, but even so the forces of the red court were in no position to capitalize on the devastation, which was after all according to plan. "So Jahar is dead." The emerald eyed Denarian paused. "That is the best news I have received in a long time."

"Haran we should not speak ill of the dead, though I agree that infidel deserves what ever insult you hurl upon him."

Harry nodded with a faint smile to the larger man, "That statement is some what hypocritical Süleyman."

"It is true none the less." Protested the large Turk.

Perhaps it was, the green eyed denarian was content to believe so at least."Are you staying in the country?"
"No I must return, there is other work to be done." Stated Suleyman, "I merely thought you should know that Mahmoud Jahar is dead."
The man's death was not terribly imporant, but he was still rather curious so he went and lent his voice to his question. "How did he die exactly?"
"A shot, taken from a bell tower."
While no longer exressly forbidden in this day and age in regards to guns there was still a certain dislike for long range sniping of a target. "So not one of us." He remarked though it was mere speculation.

"No we believe it was an American, Jahar had received training in Saudi Arabia under the Americans."

A fact he was aware the Americans had been scrambling about as of late, "Huh that is interesting." He remarked with a chuckle.
"They are scrambling to find the assassin."

The two men shared a laugh. "Let the police do their job."

"Hah, hah, yes let them. He would have died sooner or later."

"Despite his group of traitors and assorted group of criminals, he would not have escaped justice," Süleyman nodded confidently. "We or his American masters would have gotten him, eventually."

Harry's mood turned sour, "Yes I suppose we would have." In truth he would have hunted Jahar down on his own once he had time.

"Don't tell me you are still sore about that, you are welcome to return to the brother hood, you could have returned years ago after Khalid died."

The Denarian did not reply.

"Come on Haran you are being ridiculous."

With little pause he responded, "I am not returning, though I disagree with Khalid's actions, I accepted his decision when he passed it."

Süleyman sighed. "If that is your descision." He remarked waving dismissively, "I am sure that Haroun would gladly extent an entry into the brotherhood, you would be welcome back."

Khalid had been a manipulative power craving bastard, actually literal in this case, but he had been well with in his rights in the instance in question even Harry admitted such, "I have made my descion I will respect Khalid's wishes."

"Are you sure?"
The was no shift in the denarian's tone as he spoke. "Yes Süleyman, I am quite sure of my actions in this matter."
"You know I am sure all of the senior members would vote to allow you to return with full honors," The Turk announced, "you would be automatically reinstated to your former postision of power."

While the offer was tempting, he declined the offer as he always did in his waning years the fact was Khalid had made enemies so his earlier actions were viewed with scrutiny. "I am sure you could. Good day Süleyman."

France, Paris, Home of Harry J. Potter

'I am surprised my host your decision is most odd.' Remarked the voice of the fallen angel. The Seraph hadn't bothered to manifest in his usual physical appearance which wasn't actually odd for Belial anyway.

Harry responded in kind. 'Is that so Belial, and why is that?' The Seraphrim knew well his motives and reasons.
'Need you ask, my host, you were the finest of your order,' That was the denarian's roundabout way of giving both a compliment and an insult, 'and you prided your self on completing your duty, it was your life, but it did not consume, I know as you do you would like to return.'

A true statement he would have liked to have returned to the brotherhood however while many now disputed Khalid's actions they had been correct, 'And that is exactly why I must not, I accepted Khalid's descionsion.' The emerald eyed Denarian opened the door to his Parisian home.
The wards were intact, no sign of alarm, the wards did not stop every one that would have interfered with electricity, instead they only operated on the intent of the one who was entering.
None the less the Denarian was alert as he moved to the inner rooms of the first floor, particularly the kitchen. Even in one of his own homes did the emerald eyed man disarm and store his weapons.

"My, my your looking well." Chimed the melodius voice, some people really had no comprehension of personal space but he was used to it by this point.

The assassin glanced examining his guest finally meeting her eyes. Blue, as he had expected given the girl's song like voice. "Hello Diva."

Without further distraction the eternal teen glomped the denarian. "You haven't come to see me." Stated the chiropeteran queen with childish petulance.

"I have been busy." He remarked simply.

She frowned, and crossed her arms over her chest, "But the stuff your always going to do is so boring."

"Be that as it may." Replied the ebony haired assassin his sentence faltered feeling the tug on his hand. Harry really didn't appreciate Belial's mocking laughter at his situation and the impending impromptu shopping trip or whatever it was.
"You're coming with me." Stated the Chiropteran Queen imperiously. Diva proceeded to drag the former Fedayeen toward the door.

The next several hours were consistent of the Emerald eyed Denarian being dragging through all of Paris's major high end shopping centers, after a rather substantial lunch, that lasted three hours by itself.

"Diva?" Questioned the CEO of Cinq Flèches Group in shock. The blonde turned to make sure he was actually this.
"Hi ya Solomon." The blue eyed eternal teen waved cheerfully. "You can help us shop Okay?"

Solomon nodded stupidly still rather in shock, after all his brother was supposed to be watching Diva wasn't he.

Personally the assassin preferred the blond Solomon Goldsmith, to his brother Amshel Goldsmith, who if the need arose or he got the chance he would plunge a blade through the man and then unleash a blast of hellfire.

Fact of the matter was that most certainly Solomon was the most tolerable of Diva's so called Chevailer. Nathan could be at times tolerable, though at times the director was extremely agravating, the man's over the top method of describing things tended to quickly grate on ones nerves.

Carl, if Solomon was around, could be tolerated, to an extent, as long as he was not aloud to start on about Diva's twin Saya.

In the case of James and Amschel however were especially bothersome, though for different reasons completely.

France, Paris, Cinq Flèches Group Tower

At times Harry was extremely greatful he was a Denarian, though she meant well Diva could not cook, well she had no skill at the culinary arts anyway half the stuff she made wasn't even edible. 'You are going to get food poisoning again.' Stated his fallen angel still amused at his host's misfortune.

'Yes I am rather expecting it, Belial.'

An amused chuckle preceeeded the fallen's next statement. 'Just so you are aware my host.'

The rest of Diva's'Chevalier' or as Belial had termed the chiropteran's of this particular group, Familiars, entered.

Solomon, who was already present in the room, and Nathan who weren't glaring.

Amschel, Carl, and James held varying agravated expressions to the former member of the original guild of assassins.

Diva poured the tea into each of the tea cups.

'Too much sugar.' Commented the Fallen inside the assassin's mind.

Again something this was something they should have been quite used to. 'She always does, we should be used to it by now, Belial.'

Chapter conclusion

Helltanz's notes: So that was chapter One. Harry is obviously being described. Mainly an introduction, I had originally in the first two drafts of the story to show Harry's time as a member of the Fedayeen, but decided when I sat down and wrote the present draft, and thus to make him a former member of the guild, though Harry is no longer a part of the Guild he still provides assistance to the group as courtesy to his former brothers.

Also on the subject of Blood Plus, this is before Solomon leaves Diva, while this is AU, at most the chapter is taking place around episode twenty, except for the Prologue, which doesn't really matter in relation. The 'wand Wizard' as most Dresden Files crosses refer to the Harry Potter magic users will show up next chapter, when Harry shows up in London to investigate Ali Mahmoud Jahar's assassination, then to Blood again for a little bit.

Harry's Denarian is the Seraphim class Fallen Angel Belial, making him one of the strongest Denarian, his Denarian is stronger than Nicodemus's Fallen Angel, however the older Denarian vessel is still a dangerous threat to Harry because of his experience. Most of the Denarian coins are lost to the other Denarians, however Nicodemus, Belial and the stronger Denarian would be able to detect the coins once they left the care of the Vatican.

Yeah speaking of the Order of the Blackened Denarius, I'm going to go read my copy of Death Masks, but if some one could tell me the name of Nicodemus's faction Fallen Angels, the names of the actual fallen them selves, I've gotten some of them but missing Nick's and Deirdre's, that would be helpful.

Right to give some background information on Harry's time in the Guild of Assassins:
Harry entered the al-da'wa al-jadīda (The Hashashim, the group Altair is a part of in the game Assassin's creed) at around four

Harry takes his certification mission at age eleven, he also gains possession of Belial's coin during this time.

Harry completes his training, on that note the current Hashashim don't remove the finger, that would be a little to obvious to ID their members, at the age of twelve.

Officailly certified at fifteen as a member of the assassin's, he begins to undertake higher risk missions.

Harry at twenty three, Khalid, the leader of the Order at that time, asks that Harry leave the guild, Harry complies despite objections by the other Master Assassins of the Order.