I just need a break from these exams, and sometimes there are other things that prove to be a good distraction from studying for me. My brain's still stuck with my other stories though...
Disclaimer: I do not own Castlevania or Harry Potter.
No one had actually thought that he was Harry Potter. Just look at him – long red hair that was tied into a ponytail and very sharp green eyes; tattoo covering his scar to his left cheek in a strange, sharp-ish form. Thankfully it didn't seem to be alive like Death Eater's Dark Mark. He was immediately Sorted to Slytherin after it yelped – suspiciously like in pain rather than shock or anything – instead of the intended Gryffindor. Everyone, even the Slytherin seemed to dislike him just like that.
Many days had him being trampled, hexed, and pranked, but it was strange that he didn't do anything in retaliation. Even more stranger that he didn't appear to be hurt the next day even after one day when one of the more vicious older student threw him a Bone Shattering Hex. He should've been in the Hospital Wing, in pain after drinking that bone-mending potion.
Ever since, no one actually dared to come near him, especially after that Bone Shattering hex incident. Harry wondered to himself almost amusingly after that.
The teachers though, looked at him with most curious expressions whenever he went to their classes. All of them had an unreadable expression on their faces. After all – he certainly wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, son of Lily and James Potter they had imagined. He didn't even look like James Potter with Lily's eyes that they have imagined.
But then it was Halloween. Quirrell had come into the Great Hall Running, screaming about trolls and sending the students into panic.
But Harry and Hermione weren't in the Great Hall.
When the teachers – Snape, McGonagall, and Quirrell himself searched for the troll, they found themselves in a sight they rather not want to see, but it was fascinating. They didn't think golems could be made so easily by eleven years old child, and especially that powerful.
A golem made of darkness with purple crystal as heart and wings of both angel and demon, McGonagall later claimed to the circle of teachers who had their own methods to prevent the students into going after the Thing, had been slashing the troll while Harry was smiling almost too calmly in the situation. Like it was a child's play for him.
What they didn't know it was probably was for him. The Dursley might 'raise' him, but they would never able to erase his legacy.
After all, he was a descendant of Isaac LaForeze. What was a mere Wizard to a Devil Forgemaster?