Author's notes: Yet another HP crossover, this one written mainly for myself since I doubt that many people will notice it or care since the animes crossed into it is fairly obscure. The anime's are called Devilman and Devilman Lady, and require a lot of time and frustration to find much information about. Also, I'm working with about half of the DML eps and only one DM ep, so a lot of this is extrapolation from sites and what little I've seen. Note that this will be a Harry/Draco later, though it's rated M more for the blood, language, violence, and casual nudity then any sex in it. If you do read and like this, please review. No reviews make me sad, and reader's who read but don't review make me mad.
Disclaimer: Kalliope the Mewthree: Authoress-Mama doesn't own Harry Potter, Devilman, or Devilman Lady, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Go Nagai respectively. Authoress-Mama is in no way, shape or form making money from this, so don't sue her, please.
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A Nest of Devil's
By: BlackLadyCharon
Chapter One: Wake the Devil
"BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry didn't bother to stop as he ran out of the house, clinging to his shrunken trunk as Hedwig flew above him. He didn't stop, he just ran. He'd saved that ungrateful pig cousin of his. Dudley would be Dementor Chow by now if he hadn't had the strength and the memory to make a Patronus, and now he was expelled from Hogwarts. Expelled, with the threat of his wand being snapped. Left there, with no protection, guards that were unreliable, with family that would hurt him, perhaps kill him for being different now that his main defense could be taken away from him by wizarding law. No, he wasn't staying there so that they could wreck his life, then send him back to hell. If the wizarding world wanted to break and crucify its Savior, they'd have to catch him first.
"Kid, watch out!" Screams, and the blare of a truck horn jerked Harry's head up. He realized as the headlights washed over his face and the moving truck barreled closer that he was right in the middle of the street. Looked like the wizard's wouldn't get a chance at ruining his life, he was going to get run over first. Time slowed, with his memories running backwards through his life. Then suddenly, agonizingly, there were other memories, frightening ones.
He turned his back and bit his lip to keep from screaming as the chains tore through his uniform, the rabbit beneath him struggling frantically in his arms to escape as he sought to keep it from being killed.
"Will you help me, Aki---"
"I did it! I did it!"
"Amon has been possessed by the human!" "That's right, and all you fuckers are gonna die!"
Spreading huge black wings as he raced through the sky, feeling his fist crash into monstrous flesh and tear through, ripping beasts limb from limb in a spray of blood and profanity…
"Miki…"
"Kill me. Before I am embarrassed by the defeat."
Watching bullets strike the woman… no the DEMON above him, tearing into her body and forcing her to drop him. Spreading his wings to land, stumbling forward clumsily to avoid the blast as she sought to kill him to stare into the truck's headlights…
"GAWAHHH!" Head reeling, images still playing, Harry stumbled back out of the path of the truck. Ignoring calls, screams, and questions if he was alright he bolted forward again, crashing into walls and knocking over garbage bins.
"You say that I'm the one who treats humanity like bugs?!? I'll show you the power of the bugs!"
Crashing through the tail of a 747, shaking his head, to jet upwards after his prey. He had to kill her, he couldn't let a single one of her kind remain living. Demons were the enemy, even if he was one himself, in a way. Still, he felt a flash of pity for whatever poor girl had wanted beauty so badly that she'd been possessed and overcome by the demoness he hunted now.
"What's wrong, Sirene? Why don't you taste the fruit of victory?"
'He has the devils power?'
"Sirene is dead."
Standing on the last battlefield, her name screaming through his head. He would have revenge. Revenge for the sweet girl he'd loved, who'd never known what a monster he'd become. He would have revenge for the friend he'd lost, swallowed up by the demon before him.
"Neither side has lost… yet neither side has won. Both are still barely alive, both are too tired to move. It seems that this battle must play out once more…" Harry collapsed, finding himself in a deserted play park as his body shuddered from being forced to run too far too fast and the bombardment of memories. One more God damned thing added to a list of already crazy things. So he did the only think he could think off. He threw back his head and screamed.
"FUCK! Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Gods damned motherfuckering bitch born whore humping bastards! Why the fuck does it always have to be ME!!!!!!!!!" After the scream, Harry staggered over to a slide and sat on it, head in his hands. Slowly, it occurred to him that the stream of profanity he'd let loose was really the first time in his life he'd really sworn much. Yeah, other people swore, Dudley could be positively verbose with it when Aunt Petunia wasn't listening, but he, Harry Potter rarely muttered so much as a darn. It wasn't part of the Golden Boy. Come to think of it, that was all he was in some ways. The Golden Boy, the idol, except now the wizards felt they no longer needed him. That, and he had the memories of a past life running through his head. A past life where he'd ended up in possession of a demon, and fought yet another war. Which apparently had followed him into this life as well. Slowly, a maniacal grin slid across his face.
"Demon. I'm a fucking demon under it all. So why the fuck am I following wizard's rules? I can hide far more effectively with demon magic then I ever could with wizard magic." Harry stood, brushing his jeans off as he decided that he wasn't going to just wait until the Aurors showed up to arrest him. Jumbled memories reminded him that removing his shirt would be a good idea, lest he shred it to bits. As he did so, another voice shrieked through his mind. The voice of one who had been an enemy. Now she screamed for help, though she didn't know it.
---HELP ME! Kaimu, Zannon-Sama, AMON! Anyone, HELP ME!--- Harry shook his head, trying to harden his heart to her screams. She'd sworn to kill him once, had attacked him time and again trying to. But she was scared now, frightened, begging for help. A once proud woman of hell not yet strong enough to fly on her own. He hesitated, a thought sliding idly through his mind. She could be an ally, a strong one. She was another warrior, after all, and she had given him a merry chase. His mind made up, Harry concentrated, feeling flesh rip and reform into huge black bat wings before he made his move, following her cry. His lips twisted into a feral, bestial smile as her name slid off his tongue.
"Sirene."
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Pansy Parkinson cringed and tried to make herself smaller, to make herself blend in with the walls behind her. Her father had come home, raving about Voldemort returning, raving about power and destroying the Muggle born at last, and she'd listened with half an ear. She really had no quarrel with any Muggle borns except Granger, and that was because she hung out with Potter. Then her father had gotten nervous, quiet. Until a few nights ago he'd told them to start packing. They were leaving, the Dark Lord had gone fully around the bend. No longer talking of restoring the pure bloods to their rightful place, but simply of war, of carnage and bloodshed for the sake of carnage and bloodshed. They were going to Dumbledore, going to hide with the side of the Light.
And now her family was dying. Her mother was screaming, her father gibbering in the corner clawing at his face. Her baby brother was mercifully silent, too small to bother torturing, he'd died first. They weren't looking for her yet, they were too occupied with her parents. Pansy whimpered, terrified of the things that crawled along. No two alike, all hideous, warped beasts that seemed to enjoy the agony and suffering. In her mind, she screamed for help, knowing it would go unanswered.
"Are you just going to cringe there?" The tone was completely conversational, though the voice was the last one she'd expected to hear at a place like this. Pansy' head whipped up, to find Harry Potter leaning against the wall, staring down at her with an almost curious expression. Pansy's mind tried to wrap itself around the fact that the Boy Who Lived was leaning there in a place of death a destruction seemingly unfazed by what was going on around him, but could only get itself around the fact that he was shirtless. Seemed quite comfortable that way too. Pansy gaped, words refusing to come to her. Potter gave her an amused look.
"So proud, so fierce, yet you cringe like a dog from those far less than yourself. You have the strength to tear them limb from limb, yet you cry for someone to help you. How pitiful." Her face reddened, and Pansy snarled.
"Shut up! I can't…" Potter's face was inches away from hers suddenly, and Pansy cowered back. His eyes, there seemed something wrong with Potter's eyes. Something dark and monstrous moved behind them, not evil, but definitely not of the light. Those eyes held her captive, as did the harsh tones he used.
"You can! You have the strength, you have the will! All you need is the courage, or the desperation to take the first step!" With that, he grabbed her shoulder, and flung her out into the crowd of monsters. Pansy screamed in horror as they turned and began slinking towards her, excited gibbering coming from them now that they were presented with fresh prey. They surrounded her, taking teasing swings, and Pansy desperately looked at Potter. He tilted his head, smiling.
"Enough playing around. It's time to wake up, Sirene. Time to fight back against those who would make us tools."
Sirene. The name seemed to echo in her mind, calling forth another time. Another time, another woman, one who had fought, and lost, but to someone who was her equal, not to worthless, piddling shit demons like this. Laughter spilled from Pansy's lips, rising higher and higher, almost birdlike. The demons hesitated, and then died, splintered boards and torn of tree branches spitting them like pigs for roasting. Pansy stood in the center of the ring of death, a cold smile somehow transforming her face. It no longer looked pug-like, but seemed to have a plain beauty to it that hid a greater one. She ignored her parents, stepping over to Harry to plant her feet wide and place her hands on her hips.
"Amon." It was calm, an acknowledgement. He inclined his head. "What do you seek from me, Amon? Are we not enemies?"
"He has gone mad, Sirene. Madder then he was before."
"True. What do you propose, Amon?"
"That we work together. Create a place for wizard and muggle and demon ridden like us. If they no longer desire their Golden Boy, let Amon take his place and build an army to protect us from both sides." Pansy tilted her head, the smile still on her face.
"You speak wisdom, Amon. Very well, on one condition."
"That is."
"Harry Potter is lost, as is Pansy Parkinson. There is only Lord Amon, and Sirene, his faithful hunting bird." A cold smile that reached emerald eyes was her answer.
"As you wish, Sirene." Cold, joyful laughter split the night as two pairs of wings, one black and the other ironically white, beat against the sky as the two sought a place to begin a nest for their new idea.
-end Chap 1-
Please review. I'm probably going to set some more of the back ground in the next two or three chaps, then move this several years into the future, so consider yourselves warned.
