Author's Note: Hello All! Look's like I'm writing again, LOL. This story is interesting, as it will be my first ever adoption of another person's work, in this case, Mage, Devil, Bishop by Angeldoctor, which can be found in his Orphanage collection of stories. I've also always wanted to try my hand at a Mass Crossover with Harry as the main character, in this case we have Harry Potter, Highschool DxD, Sekirei and Fairy Tail coming together. I was planning on possibly adding Freezing, but I thought I might save that for a sequel story, though I might sneak some characters into the first story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the registered and trademarked characters appearing in this story. The rights to Harry Potter, Highschool DxD, Sekirei, Fairy Tail and Freezing go to their rightful owners. I'm not making any bank on this story.

Now, let the story begin!


Harry cursed as he clumsily dodged yet another of Voldemort's spells. Harry knew he was playing with him, purposefully using spells that were slow enough for him to dodge in order to make him think he had a chance before killing him. The many cuts and bruises on his body were proof of Voldemort's true skill when he was truly angry. Stuff like calling him 'Tom' seemed to trigger him and Harry could now honestly tell you what the Cruciatus Curse feels like.

The year had started off so promisingly too. The Defense Professor was a former Auror so that lowered the chances of him being part of a plot to kill him. Always a plus. There was no Quidditch this year but he would get to watch an ancient magical tournament be preformed right there at Hogwarts. He would, of course, cheer for his school and due to the age restriction there was no chance he would have to compete.

All that went down the drain when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire.

In hindsight, he should have known. His life was destined to be crappy from the moment that moron Dumbledore left him at the Dursleys' doorstep.

In the middle of the night.

On the cold month of November.

With only a blanket to keep warm.

Really, Harry wondered how people didn't take that as proof of his senility. But then again, this is the world where Gilderoy Lockhart was worshiped as an idol and his word taken at face value. That alone said something about the average I.Q. of a British witch or wizard. Dumbledore could probably skip to the funeral march and they'd just call him eccentric.

Anyway, that started the chain of events that led to his current predicament. First, both of his so-called 'best friends' turned their backs on him, not believing him when he said he didn't put his name in the Goblet. Ron wasn't a surprise but Hermione's refusal to believe in him definitely was. Then again, Hermione always did believe in authority over him despite the face he had been proven right numerous times before.

Without friends or real support of any kind (because like always the professors could do nothing more than scratch their asses while he risked his life), Harry spent most of his time up to the first task in the library studying any spell he can get his hands on in the preparation for the task. The only times he spent outside the library were during meals or when Hagrid showed him the dragons. He abused the Champion privilege and ignored all his classes, deciding that focusing on survival was more important than anything the professor could teach him. They, of course, didn't agree but could do nothing about it. For all intents and purposes Harry might as well be a guest in the castle since he couldn't be sent to detention or lose house points, something Snape hated with a passion but could do nothing about.

After the first task, his so-called 'friends' tried to apologize and get him to accept them back. He didn't want to but pretended to begrudgingly. He knew that if he didn't at least pretend to, they'd bother him about it forever. It irritated him that the moment he pretended to forgive them they acted as if nothing had happened and proceeded to either complain about his luck (Ron) or bother him about where he learned his spells (Hermione).

Anyway, then came the Yule Ball. He had no idea who to take and in the end just took the Patil twins, Pavarti for Ron and Padma for him. He thought that Padma would be easier to get along with since she was the smarter of the two, but the night started out badly when she asked how he managed to trick the Goblet of Fire.

Needless to say, he only danced with her as necessary to seem polite and left the party as soon as possible.

During the Second Task he'd had to save Ron from mermaids who looked closer to the 'mer' side of their names than the mermaid he saw in the Prefect's bathroom. He wondered if there were actually mermaids like that or if the artist had made her look like that because that's what he wished they looked like.

Anyway, that led up to the Third Task. It was a maze and like all end-of-the-year events, it led to a life-and-death battle all thanks to the Defense Professor. IT hadn't taken Voldemort long to boast of his 'brilliant' plan to kidnap a 14 year old wizard and how defeating said 14 year old proved he was the strongest wizard ever.

Somehow, Harry found a serious flaw in the madman's reasoning but refrained from pointing that out.

At one point, Harry tried to return to the Cup, hoping it would lead him back to Hogwarts and safety. However, it seemed that for once, the bad guys used their brains and made sure the Portkey was one-use only. He was trapped in a graveyard surrounded by enemies who wanted nothing else but his death, battling a man at least 30 years his senior who had more power, experience and skill in magic than he did.
Was it any wonder he was doing as badly as he did?

Harry let out a pained cry when Voldemort hit him with a Bludgeoning Curse to the kneecap, shattering it and causing him to fall in a heap as the Death Eaters laughed.

'How brave, laughing at a 14 year old boy being beaten by someone obviously stronger,' thought Harry viciously as he tried to get back up. 'Truly the pinnacle of society.'

Voldemort smiled cruelly as he saw Harry trying to get back up. "Well, Harry Potter, I've had fun. But I'm afraid I'm a busy man and must be going. But let me leave you with one last token of my affection."

Harry finally managed to get up and glared at the mocking man. He grit his teeth as he saw the Death Eaters seem excited as they knew what was coming. It was almost as if they enjoyed the idea of him dying alone and uncared for and Harry never hated someone more.

For the first time in his life, Harry let all his hatred and anger at his life and the things that had happened to him loose. He cursed Voldemort and his Death Eaters with every fiber of his body. He wished they and their families died horrible deaths and that everything they'd ever loved was ripped from them before they died. Not only them but everyone who'd ever had a hand in his suffering, whether directly or indirectly. For the first time in his life, Harry wished all the pain and suffering in his life on someone else a thousand-fold.

"Avada Kedavra," cried out Voldemort gleefully.

As the jet of green light was about to hit him, Harry focused all his rage and pain and wished... to live.

Then the green light hit him and he knew no more.

All was quiet in the graveyard, Voldemort and the Death Eaters having left soon after Harry's death. They had left his body there, leaving it for the authorities to find and wonder what happened. If they took it, it would signal that something sinister happened but if it was simply found then they would pass it off as a horrible accident and cover it up. Better the people think it was an accident than admit they have no idea as to the who the perpetrators were.

Suddenly, a red magic circle appeared near Harry's body, bathing the graveyard in its light. From the circle, a girl of around 14 years old appeared, looking down at Harry's body in thought.

She had been summoned here without a summoning circle due to the sheer anger and pain his final death curse held. At the same time, she felt the pain and sadness he felt for dying young and alone. All this gave her an idea that she was currently contemplating.

Rias Gremory, Heir to the House of Gremory, held a bishop piece in her hand as she thought about whether or not to go though with this. She had recently turned young Gasper Vladir into her bishop but had been forced to seal him away when it was found he couldn't control his power. It had caused her to question her judgement when it came to choosing her pieces and whether or not she was a good enough King. If she couldn't even help her bishop control his powers, how could she be a strong King for her Pieces?

Rias looked down at the corpse of the boy who summoned her and steeled her resolve. It didn't matter whether or not she was a strong enough King. She'd just get stronger then. For now, she had a boy who'd summoned her to resurrect.

She knew who it was. She wasn't that sheltered. Having the famous Harry Potter as her bishop would no doubt raise her status quite a bit. Plus, while she didn't know his past, she knew it couldn't have been good considering he had enough rage and pain to summon her without a summoning circle on him with just his death wish.

Her decision made, Rias took her final bishop piece and placed it on Harry's chest before placing her hand over his body. "I, Rias Gremory, command thee under my name for thee, Harry Potter, to become my servant and lead a new life as my Bishop!"

There was a glow of light from Harry's body as the bishop piece tried to absorb into his body, but a dark shadow seemed to descend upon the graveyard, eclipsing the moon that still hung high in the night. A dark power permeated the air, one that caused the crimson haired devil to shiver in fright. Whatever was coming was stronger than even her brother Sirzechs' true form and possibly surpassed the strength of all four Satans at full power.

The female devil was paralyzed with fear as an explosion of fog erupted from a disturbed grave nearby. From the fog a figure soon emerged, clad in black robes similar to those of an angel, with a black cloak that hid the beings face within its hood. The wings on the figures seemed to be only bone and made from the souls of those long since dead. Her blue eyes grew wide with horror as she found herself staring at what was possibly the most powerful being in existence, the Angel of Death.

"Rias Gremory," the echoing voice of a billion souls, human, angel and devil seemed to echo throughout the graveyard. The black hood moved from side to side as though taking in everything that there was to see. "A resurrection has already defiled these hallowed grounds, and now you wish to bring another back from my realm, Rias Gremory. For a devil, you have some nerve to demand a soul of me this night."

"I... I didn't know," Rias stammered out as she took a step back from the powerful Angel who had taken the souls of the original four Satans, including Lucifer himself without batting an eye. "I was summoned here by his dying wish, I only meant to fulfill it and give him a chance to live again as a Devil of my Peerage."

Death stared at the girl for several long seconds before a dark chuckle escaped his hood. "A powerful warrior you would have, Heir of Gremory, too powerful for such a contract to be equaled by his simple resurrection," the Angel of Death said. The angel floated across the ground to the wizard's corpse and knelt, his armored fingers digging into the boy's pocket for a moment before producing a shimmering silver cloth that seemed to be made of fluid. "It has been so long since that day," Death said almost sounding sad.

Rising again, Death's hand seemed to snatch at the air, and produced to what Rias looked like a very elegantly whittled stick. A turn of his head had the ancient angel looking toward a grove of trees in the distance, a dark shadow to any but those who could see as well at night as the two of them. In front of his face a ring appeared, fat and cumbersome looking with a river stone clasped at its top. An echoing scream soon erupted into the air as a black mist hissed out from gold ring itself.

"Humans really are the most vile of creatures," he hissed as he held the cloak, wand and ring in his armored hands. The cloaked figure looked back down at the messy haired boy for a moment before turning back to Rias with a long look. "I shall give you Harry James Potter and help you fulfill his contract," he finally said in his echoing voice. With a turn of his hand, the ring spun three times before a man and woman appeared, both blinking in confusion.

The woman had hair as red as Rias' own, with a bust line to match. She wore black plated armor with large horn like protrusions rising from her body in different spots. In her hand was a sword nearly twice as long and four times as heavy as she was. Her green eyes quickly narrowed as she took in her surroundings and the menacing figure of Death before her.

The man had a crazy gleam in his eye as his wild unkempt hair seemed to defy gravity and an eternal light seemed to hide his eyes as it glinted off his glasses. He wore a white business suit, with a white shirt underneath and a black tie. The weird part about him was the white coat he wore around his shoulders, hanging freely down his back with a collar so tall it reached well above his head.

Death looked at the two people before him and simply spoke a single word: "Remember."

As if a switch had been flipped, the red head's eyes snapped to the boy laying on the ground, pale and lifeless and released an agonized scream. The man's gaze followed and the manic grin on his face fell away to a startle frown and finally a pair of quivering lips as he fought back tears.

"Minaka Hiroto, Erza Scarlet," Death said, causing Rias to almost squeal at the thought of meeting two people she had read about in her secret manga collection. "You are the resurrections of Lily Evans and James Potter, parents of Harry James Potter who now lays dead at the hands of the one you called Voldemort," the echoing voice continued. "I offer you a chance to return to this world and be with him once more."

"Harry," Erza whispered as she walked toward the body of the boy who appeared not much younger than she herself looked. Kneeling next to the child she could now remember she felt her eyes burn at the thought of her baby, the one who once suckled at her breast, and giggled in joy at the sight of her. He was dead, she was resurrected, she felt the memories welling inside of her as Lily Potter fought Erza Scarlet for control. "Natsu... Grey... Lucy, I can't just leave them," she whispered.

Minaka's hand was scratching at the back of his head as he bit his lip as well, uncertain of whether to move toward the child who looked so much like Minato. "I have a family as well," he said softly, choosing to ignore the fact he had almost nothing to do with his children and their mother was basically his assistant. "I can't abandon the Sekirei Plan either," he said feeling a bit more confidence as he thought of his work.

Rias felt her eye twitch as she wached the war torn family try and decide where they belonged and what they should do. The Devil was feeling rather ignored at this point and crossed her arms. "Hmm Hmm," she coughed, getting their attention, and suddenly felt the need to bathe herself in bleach as she felt dirty for some reason. "My name is Rias Gremory, Heir to the House of Gremory and the one trying to resurrect your son."

"Rias Gremory is a Devil of the Underworld, younger sister to the new Lucifer," Death elaborated for the confused looking pair. "Devil's have the power to resurrect mortals as new Devil's by fulfilling a contract, but Harry Potter's power will be to great for simple resurrection to equal out the contract, which is why I offered the two of you life in this world once more. A life, knowing his parents, would be enough to satisfy Rias Gremory's contract to the child being resurrected."

"What about our friends and," Erza stopped looking at the man who was once her husband with a deep jealousy and loathing, "family?" Lily Potter didn't like the idea that James had a new family without her in some other world where she couldn't be a part of his life.

Death was quiet for a second before he spoke again. "I shall bring over the groups you call Fairy Tail and the MBI company," he said after his pause. "Know this however, a merger of worlds is complicated. I would be tearing down dimensional walls and rewriting the Book of Life to make the worlds fit together. Would that be acceptable for you two?"

Erza and Minaka glanced at each other while Death waited. Behind the dark figure, the crimson haired Princess of Destruction began to smile as she watched the two come to their decision. Lightning flashed nearby as the bishop piece began to sink into the chest of Harry Potter even as Death clasped his hands upon the three tools he had created long ago, causing them to vanish.


Gremory Estate, Underworld

The red glow of a magic circle appeared in the floor of Rias' room as said girl and her new bishop travelled through it. Once they fully materialized, rias looked around her room with a small smile.

The room could only be described as an otaku's wet dream. There were posters of various animes on the wall as well as a large television set with a strange game console sitting in front of it. The console was the Underworld's answer the human world's creation as it was capable of playing any game from any console previously created. She couldn't wait for the new Gundam Game to come out so she could add it to her growing collection.

After shaking off thoughts of having her own giant robot to rule over the Underworld, Rias concentrated on her new bishop with a frown. Despire being resurrectd, he was still badly mangled and would need to be healed or he would just die again. She thought about taking him to her brother or sister-in-law and explaining the weirdness that had been her night and get her new servant healed but thought better of it. Grafia had taught her another way to heal that she could use and keep her encounter with Death to herself.

With ease she stripped as she normally did for bed, her pink nipples standing erect on her well endowed breasts, her well toned stomach just as tight as it had ever been. Her long shapely legs descended from an ass that just refused to not be perfect and often had the boy's at school tripping over themselves in the halls at school. With no physical strain she lifted her bishop in her arms and moved him to the bed before stripping him as well.

Without thinking she licked her lips as she saw the swimmer's body that he possessed and crawled beneath the sheets beside him so she could hold him like a large body pillow. As she drifted off to sleep, she mused and tried to picture how her new bishop would react to waking up beside her in the morning.

Either way, it promised to be hilarious.