Harry La Fay

A Harry Potter Übercross Fic

By Insanity Lord

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Chapter 1 – Harry La Fay, devil

Mordred stood in the middle of a room in the La Fay mansion after breakfast, examining the ritual circle for the transformation ritual. His blood was already down, infused with the ink that made up the circle. Glyphs surrounded the outer circle of the ritual circle (because saying circle after circle wasn't redundant at all, no sir!), and the inner circles were also surrounded by glyphs. There was a massive glyph in the center of the circle, where Harry would be lying during the ritual.

Marin entered the room (the mundane way, Mordred noticed...through the door) and looked over the ritual circle. "Why are there so many circles in that circle?"

Mordred shrugged. "Don't look at me," he said. "I'm not an expert."

"Yes you are," Marin said in amusement. "You're a master of devil magic. Especially rituals. So why all the circles?"

"Okay, fine," Mordred smiled. "The outer circle channels the magic of the glyphs into the inner circle, which in turn channels and focuses the magic of those glyphs into the third circle which in turn channels and focuses that magic into the final glyph, triggering the final aspect of the spell and the blood within said spell. Of course, this is going to hurt like a bitch...or so they say. I've never undergone a ritual like this myself."

Marin nodded, filing the knowledge away. "Dumbledore was amazingly cooperative," she said. "He's pushing the adoption through now I believe. I rather like this one." The goddess leaned against her husband, smiling. "He seemed completely reasonable...and knew what I was. Perceptive old man, isn't he?"

Mordred snorted. "He is one of the most powerful wizards around," he said. "One expects him to be perceptive. Still, I say we be careful...we can't go inviting him around for lunch."

Marin cleared her throat. "Actually, I told him he was welcome here."

Mordred stared. "...what."

Marin just smiled. "Oh, and here's Harry! Are you ready for the ritual, Harry?"

Harry wasn't wearing anything except his underwear. Glyphs were drawn all over his body – another component of the ritual. The glyphs on his body would allow the magic to affect him properly. Otherwise the magic would just overwhelm his body and destroy it.

"Um...yeah...I guess," he said, fidgeting. "You said this was going to hurt?"

Mordred nodded. "Yes, but it doesn't take long for the ritual to be completed. Five minutes at most. After that, you'll be stuck in your new devil form for a while, but you'll be able to assume your human form freely after that."

Harry nodded, looking at the ritual circle. "So I just lie down there?" Mordred nodded, stepping out of the circle. The glyphs glowed faintly as they responded to the glyphs drawn on Harry's body. Mordred hated that the boy was so thin, almost skeletal. That would be fixed easily enough with some proper feeding. Even the ritual wouldn't fix malnutrition right off the bat. Marin hugged Harry, smiling.

"Don't worry," she said. "You're strong. You'll live through this, and you'll be part of a big, wonderful family. With an insane matriarch."

Harry sweatdropped and went to the center of the ritual circle and lay down, closing his eyes. Mordred held up his hands, closing his eyes. Magic surged through his body, taking the form of the lightning he could control. Instead of the blue-white lightning he normally used, the magic surged through his body as red lightning. His strongest lightning.

He opened his mouth and spoke arcane words of power. The ritual circle activated, glowing bright as the glyphs surged to life, channelling the ancient magic they represented. Red lightning struck the outer circle, the magic surging into the second circle.

The air was alive now, devil magic surging through every brick that made up the building. The third circle lit up with power, the glyphs humming loudly. Red lightning arched through the entire ritual circle, the glyphs humming drowning out every other sound.

And then red lightning struck the glyph that Harry was on, the circle complete. Bright light erupted from the circle, and the humming was drowned out by the pained screams of Harry La Fay as the ritual of transformation changed him from human to devil. When the light finally died out, the ritual circle shattered, the glyph's magic spent.

Harry lay unconscious in the center of the circle. Mordred's eyebrows shot up. "What are the chances of that?" he asked in amazement. "His devil form..."

Marin was staring. "...That can't be a coincidence."

Harry's devil form was humanoid, but covered in snake scales. His hands were lion claws, and his feet were badger claws. He had raven wings on his back.

Harry La Fay's devil form represented unity among the Houses of Hogwarts.

"Oh dear," Marin said, "I rather forgot about the Horcrux in his head." Mordred shrugged.

"Probably destroyed," he said. "The ritual destroys anything unnatural in the body during the transformation process."

Marin blinked. "Oh, well, that's good."

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It was a full two days before Harry was able to assume his human form again. During those two days, they had discovered what his devil power was. Mordred had control over lightning and could use it in several useful ways. His mother was a very powerful sorceress, even amongst devils, in tune with the elements.

But all devils had superior endurance and physical strength. At five years old, Harry would have the same strength as a well-trained man...and then some. Given time and training, Harry would be superior to almost any witch or wizard in the world.

Almost, considering that even devil wizards had reason to fear the truly powerful wizards like Dumbledore...and half the staff at Hogwarts. And maybe a few Aurors. Alastor Moody, definitely. But not the Minister for Magic. He was an idiot.

"Stop rambling and get on with the story!" Harry yelled.

Right, of course. Harry's powers were, for lack of a better word, telekinesis. He could move things with his mind, but since he was technically a brand new devil...he could only do it in his devil form. Perhaps in a few centuries, his devil powers would 'bleed' into his human form, similar to the way Mordred's powers had for him.

And Morgana's powers had for her. Then again, that old hag was old. And a hag. But never let her hear you say that, because she would hurt you for it. Because she was also a sociopath.

"Stop rambling already!" Harry said. "And I'm hungry."

I rather like eggs. Don't you?

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"You'll meet your grandmother today," Mordred said as he cooked lunch. "Now, Marin, don't sigh...you know she means well...usually...when the mood strikes her to..."

"She's going to corrupt my little boy," Marin said. Mordred snorted in amusement and shoved the large chicken into the oven. They might have been a 'wizard' family, but they rarely used magic around the house, so they could use technology.

Actually, screw it, for the purposes of the story, wizards figured out how to use technology with their magic and freely use it. Author's rights. So there.

"Dad, the author is being weird again," Harry said.

"Ignore him and leave the fourth wall alone, Harry."

"Yes mum."

"Awww, honey, he called me mum!"

"Marin, we have two children already. One of them is two years younger than Harry."

"It's the principle of the thing!"

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"Heeelloooo Mordred! Marin! Is this Harry? He's so adorable!"

Harry was quite startled when, out of nowhere, a woman with long, dark blue hair and blue eyes showed up. She was wearing a rather form-fitting white dress, and was...well, if Harry were a teenager he'd consider her seriously beautiful, sexy, and flat out desirable. Of course, if he were a teenager, this would be his grandmother (immortal or not), and he wouldn't think of her that way.

"Hello, Mother," Mordred said. "Harry's five years old. Get his face out of your chest."

"But I have double-D's!" Morgana complained. "Why can't I rub people's faces in them?"

"That's your new grandson, that's why. And, oh yeah, he's five years old!"

Morgana let Harry go, pouting like a child. "Well, he's adorable! Can I see his devil form? It must be something awesome."

Confused as all hell, Harry went into his devil form. Morgana practically sque-no, wait, she did squeal. Like a school girl. "That's so cool! If the Founders could see him, they'd either be impressed or terrified. Or both. I know Sally would be amused."

Sally, of course, was what she called Salazar Slytherin. She was weird that way. "Seriously, he is so going to Hogwarts. He has to. And then he can show off that form."

Marin facepalmed. "Yes," she said. "And scare the living daylights out of the entire school."

Morgana shrugged. "So?" she said. "If they can't handle something as simple as a devil being in their school, then they aren't proper wizards. Merlin, now there was a proper wi-oooh, lookit! Let's go into town for ice cream!"

She ran out. Harry just stared at the spot where she had been. "Is she crazy?"

"Yes," Mordred and Marin said in unison.

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Of course, they did end up going into town. For ice cream. Because Morgana wanted it. For a centuries (millennia?) old she-devil, she could act like a child at times. Then again, ice cream was really good. I like it too. Especially soda floats. Those are good.

After the ice cream, they decided to explore the town. Which I haven't named yet. So if the town randomly has a name later on, you know why. There was, however, an ice cream parlour. A very nice one. With ice cream. Which they ate.

It also had a very nice DVD rental place, and a newly opened electronics store. See? Wizards in this setting can use technology. It's awesome. Take that Rowling!

"Can the author just stop being a lunatic?" Harry groused. "Great ice cream cone though. And I have proper clothing. That fits. That's great too."

They were sitting on a bench in front of the beautiful marble fountain that sat in the middle of town. It was of Merlin, wand held high, as he stood over the prone form of his arch enemy, Morgana La Fay.

Speaking of Morgana, she was looking at the statue and snorting. "Horrible likeness," she said. "Seriously. Oh look, there's a game store in town. It must be new."

"No," Marin said, "it's been there for ten years or so."

"Right, like I said, new."

"Mother, to you, the human race is new," Marin said. "Or the wheel."

Morgana scoffed. "Humans stole the wheel from us," she said. "I like chocolate ice cream."

Then she stood up and walked over to the game store. "Come on, Harry," she said, "I'll buy you something. You've probably never had anything of your own before. That changes today. You can have anything in that shop. Or everything. Your choice."

Harry blinked and looked at his new parents. Mordred smiled and nodded. "Go ahead, Harry. You deserve something of your own. Just no ultra violet games. Because, you know, they're murder simulators."

"Mordred," Morgana said, "Jack Thompson Jokes are ancient history."

"Not as ancient as you, Mother," Mordred said gleefully. Morgana ripped a tree out of the ground and slammed it into her son's face, sending him flying all the way back to La Fay Mansion.

"Brat," she said, and slammed the tree back in place. Marin sighed and replanted the tree properly. Harry decided to ignore the general insanity of his new family and went ahead to the game store. He very nearly ran into a boy his age, with brown hair and grey eyes.

"Oh, sorry," Harry said, instinctively looking away (and waiting for somebody to yell at him for being in the way). "I...didn't see you there."

The boy blinked and smiled. "Hi," he said. "You must be new in town." Harry nodded, looking at the store curiously. He had never been in one himself, but his cousin had often gotten new games. At least once a week. And then would grow bored of them and let Harry play with them in secret.

He kind of missed Dudley now that he thought about it. "Er...yeah," he said, looking at the boy. "Harry Pot-La Fay." He corrected himself at the last second, but it was enough. The other boy blinked, his gaze snapping to the already-fading scar on Harry's head.

"You serious?" he said. "The Boy-Who-Lived?"

Harry blinked. "What? Boy-Who-Lived?"

"That's what we call you," the boy said. "I'm Ardell. Ardell Brighton."

"Nice to meet you," Harry said, and because he was a little desperate (okay, a lot) for a friend, he blurted out, "Can we be friends?"

Ardell blinked several times. "Um...okay," he said, and smiled. "This is a small wizarding town. The name is, um..." He trailed off. "I'm not sure..."

"Oh, don't worry," Harry said, "the author hasn't named the town yet. Let's just call it McWizardton. Or something."

That was Scottish, not Welsh, but whatever. Ardell laughed. "Sure," he said. "Oh, this is my mum. Mum, this is Harry La Fay. It's the Boy-Who-Lived!"

Jane, a woman that bore a strong resemblance to her son, just blinked at the two. "Really?" she asked. "This isn't another mad person's son being forced to act the part with terrible make up, is it?"

Harry sweatdropped. "No, I'm Harry La Fay. I was Potter, but my muggle 'guardians' got killed by a bolt of lightning..." Named Mordred La Fay, "...so I got adopted by the La Fay clan and brought here."

Jane blinked several times. "Really now?" she asked, amused. "Well, you do have a scar, but it looks faded." Harry just shrugged. He was glad that the scar was fading. He'd never liked it.

"My new mum said it was some kind of magic scar, but she fixed it."

Like Marin was going to tell her five year old son that he used to have a piece of a madman's soul in his head. There was a time and a place to talk about such things, and that was neither the time nor the place.

"Oh," Jane said. "Well...are you here to get something?"

At that exact moment, Morgana walked in. With an ice cream cone with scoops as tall as she was. And she was somehow keeping them from falling. Jane, Ardell, and Harry all stared at the woman. Morgana liked a random part of the ice cream tower and looked around.

"Oh look!" she said. "The first crossover segment is here! Here, Harry, I'll buy you a few of these card packs so you have a hobby that will probably turn into some kind of super power later on in the story."

Harry sweatdropped. "Thanks?"

"No problem! Just let me pay for these..." Morgana said as her ice cream cone levitated next to her without spilling...despite the fact that it was nearly touching the ceiling. In fact, it should have been! But it wasn't. Weird, that.

"Wait, maybe I should just get one pack...?" Harry asked, blinking at the amount he saw in her hands. He couldn't count very high, but he was sure that his grandmother had taken most of the packs from the shelf... "I mean, I only need one now, right?"

"Are you sure?" Morgana asked. "Because I could just buy you all these packs. It's not a big deal. Oh, hello there people that are staring at me! I'm Morgana La Fay. Harry's epically awesome grandmother."

"...you're a little young to be a grandmother," Jane said. "You're what...30?"

"I only look-hey! I don't look 30! I look 25! At most!" Morgana huffed as she put the rest of the packs back where they came from and paid for the last one. "Anyway, I'm older than I look. Magic."

Jane raised an eyebrow. "...all right," she said, shrugging, and like every wizard in Magical Britain, went with it. "I think my son is making friends with your grandson."

"Wonderful!" Morgana grinned. "Oh, but you'll have to be guided past the wards around the mansion by a La Fay. That shouldn't be a problem though because there's obviously La Fays living there and here you are Harry it's your card pack have fun with it!"

She shoved the pack into Harry's hand and walked out the door. Harry just blinked. "...can you come over now?" he asked, holding up the pack. "I don't know how to play this."

Jane smiled. "I don't see why-"

"Hi! I'm Mordred La-"

Marin hit her husband over the head with yet another book as he nearly gave Jane a heart attack by somehow sneaking up on her. In a store with only one door. And with windows that couldn't be opened.

"Mordred," she said, exasperated by her husband's antics, "stop trying to give people heart attacks!"

Mordred rubbed his head. "At least it wasn't the face."

"Don't tempt me," Marin said. "I'm sorry about that, my husband enjoys scaring people by sneaking up on him. I'm Marin La Fay, and this is my husband, Mordred. Harry is our newly-adopted son."

"You're pretty," Ardell said, looking at Marin in awe. Marin smiled at the boy and patted his head.

"Thank you, but I think my husband will get jealous."

Mordred snorted. "Jealous? Of a five ye-"

This time, the book hit him in the face.

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Author's note: You like Morgana? And yes, there will be several original characters in this fic. I'm trying not to make Sues and Stus though.