A.N. I do not own this story. J.K. Rowling owns this story and is the one profiting from it not me. Trust me if I had written Harry Potter I would have paired Harry with Fleur and Tonks instead of Ginny and killed Snape in the first book
Rage of the Nephilim
Prologue
Well you might not know me but my name is Harry Potter. I have also been called "The Boy-Who-Lived", "The Chosen One", "The Boy-Who-Lies", "The Man-Who-Conquered" and a couple other titles I personally cannot stand. I am seventeen years old, mated to a Veela princess, battle-mage extraordinaire, and finally a man-made Nephilim. Yeah that last bit is a shocker eh? Well that happened thanks in part to a meddling old man named Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who made a deal with a group of rouge Phyrexians, who decided to rebuild my old human body using the DNA of an Angel named Eve and the DNA of a Devil named Sparda. How they acquired this DNA I have no bloody idea. I do know that thanks to this little change in my body I am now literally a magical juggernaut able to use human, angelic, and demonic magicks. This made me into a living weapon for the light but what Dumbledore didn't know until much too late was that I knew exactly who caused this to happen and it sure as hell was ol' Tommy-boy. But enough of the small stuff right now let's get on with this tale of rage, betrayal, heartache, and love. Let us begin with not the rage but the betrayal first for without it none of this tale could have happened.
A.N.: Well tell me what you think? This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic and I would like your honest opinion on it. Also I would like to inform everyone that I will accept challenges that I find interesting so if you have one PM it to me and I will see what my madness can come up with. Another thing all flames will be used to grill burgers and make s'mores in the fire-pit in my backyard