I do not own the rights to High School DxD whom belongs to Ishibumi Ichiei, Harry Potter whom belongs to J. K. Rowling neither do I own anything else that will appear in this story!

Kuoh Academy was a seemingly ordinary school located in the midst of an ordinary town, but not everything was the way it seemed. In the recently turned co-ed school, shadowy figures and hidden activities were out and about, and the main student body was none the smarter. In the normal teenagers' eyes, their school was as ordinary as they came; just a learning facility filled with hormonal teenage boys trying to get into the girls' pants, and that saved them a lot less headaches.

But even in the normal student body, there was one individual who appeared to vastly different than the others. Harry Potter was foreigner that talked to nobody and when he did it was in short sentences with apathy as if he didn't care much for the conversation. No one had ever seen him talk or associate with other students, whenever he was in school he would stay away from others and silently studied his courses at the back of classrooms.

Harry stood at average height with a lean, muscular build and a peach-tanned skin complexion; he had medium-length spiky black hair and green eyes with oval-shaped glasses that reflected the light ominously when he was annoyed. Harry wore the Kuoh Academy boys' school uniform, which consists of a blazer over a white, long-sleeved dress shirt with black highlights with a black ribbon on the collar, matching black pants, and brown dress shoes. However, Harry's outfit was different as he wore a red sweater on underneath his open black blazer and plain white sneakers instead of dress-shoes; he had a leather cord around his neck that had a black stick hanging from it.

Currently the black haired teenager was walking through the front gates of the school towards yet another boring time of dealing with annoying and hormonal teens. 'Damn you, Death.' he growled, hearing the Grim Reaper chuckle in his head and saw the main trouble makers of the school only a few feet in front of him.

The first was Matsuda, the tallest of the group who had very-short light grey hair, who reminded him of Ron. Since he likes to play sports and all. Nowadays, however, he spent his time peeping on the girls, and the Master of Death could swear he had once heard him say things like 'Shut up or I will rape you in my mind.' There was Motohama, often called a glasses-wearing pervert, who had short, shaggy black hair, and joked that his glasses had the ability to measure a girls three sizes. And lastly was Issei Hyoudou, a somewhat dim-witted pervert who wanted to build himself a harem, which was the scuttlebutt among several of the girls who detest perverts.

The trio seemed to despise Harry as being Master of Death had stuck his body in his seventeen-year-old body along with his accent something that the girls of this school seemed to find exotic.

Suddenly he saw the boys heads turn towards the gates, as three very important people walked in.

The first was Rias Gremory, an extremely gorgeous woman and object of every guys fantasy. With her cyan colored eyes and very long, flaming red hair, not to mention her voluptuous figure, made her the most noticeable and sought after young woman in the entire school. Dressed in the standard school uniform, which included a very short wine-colored skirt that seemed only a couple inches shy of being obscene. A white striped shirt that hugged her curvy chest very well, and a dark lavender waistcoat that wrapped around her thin stomach like a second skin, but hung off her shoulders like a small cloak of sorts. The really interesting part of the waistcoat was that it was gaped in the front, allowing her breasts to protrude without any resistance. In fact, without the white shirt, her assets would have been clearly on display. Black socks that came up to her knees looked like silk, and her simple brown shoes looked like they had been handmade.

Trailing behind her was Koneko Toujou, the school mascot. A first year student, she had short silver hair and gold eyes, a petite figure and seemed to be carrying herself as if walking on a cloud. All the girls thought she was uber-cute and all the boys looked at her like she was some loli-girl, wanting to do ecchi things to her. She didn't smile, unlike the other two girls, and just seemed to stare out across the sea of students, as if looking all through them. Wearing a uniform much like the others, except that it didn't have a shoulder-wrap.

Lastly was Akeno Himejima, the schools other top idol. With her long black ponytail, (which was extremely long as well), an athletic and shapely body that would put most super models to shame, a warm and gentle smile and purple eyes, not to mention her cheerful and outgoing personality, she was the idol of many girls, and the fantasy of many boys. But he knew of the reality, all three of them were Devils with Rias being a pure-blooded, Koneko being a Nekomata and Akeno was a Fallen's child.

Harry grunted mentally as he turned away, he had stopped caring for potential relationships even with those who were long-lived, when he had been forced to watch his loved ones and their families grow old before dying; the black haired Master of Death moved into the school as the bell rang never noticing that he was being watched from a high window, nor from high-above the sky.

"Who is that?" Rias asked.

"Potter Harry, from class 2-B." Akeno answered, looking at the papers she had. "Average-graded student whom has done his best to avoid interacting with the other students and has gained the popularity to match Kiba due to his beating of the Perverted Trio. He does seem to radiate power from his body, much akin to Fallen Angels but also far darker than them. And it is so much that I'm surprised that he hasn't been attacked by any Fallen or Strays, or even picked up by any other Devil in an attempt to recruit him into their Peerage."

"Hm..." the busty red head hummed, watching as the silent figured vanished into the building.

By the time that school was out, Harry just vanished into the air with a fluttering sound and re-appeared in his Spartan-styled apartment; collapsing onto his couch, the immortal seventeen-year-old didn't even twitch as a large snowy-white owl made its appearance by fluttering onto the back of his couch and hooted at him. "Hello Hedwig." he greeted, stroking his childhood familiar's head. "How has your day been?" The owl's answer was a sharp bark before she begun to preen his ever messy hair in order to get in neat.

Chuckling at his familiar, he closed his eyes and slowly begun to drift off into a relaxing sleep before his danger senses screamed at him to move thus causing him to vanish in a fluttering sound; appearing high above his building and watched as it exploded into a shower of wood and splinters. "Now who exactly did that?" he muttered to himself, just before his senses screamed again making him tilt his head just as a spear of light flew past it.

Following the spear's line of flight, he found himself looking at something that Harry personally thought would look best in a S&M magazine. His attacker was tall, about as tall as him, with eyes that held a dark and evil look. Her clothing consisted of black, strap-like objects (resembling leather) around and under her breasts, a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps, gloves that run right up her arms with small lengths of chains hanging from them, shoulder guard-like objects on her shoulders with three large spikes sprouting from her right shoulder, and black thigh-high heel boots. What made him discover what she was, along with the holy light weapon, was the two large raven-black wings flapping behind.

"And now why would you do that?" he inquired, Hedwig fluttering onto his shoulder where she hooted angrily at the woman for destroying her chick's nest. "I liked that place, you know."