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"Holy shit, this is so nice!" Harry, in his nude lion form, rested his hands behind his head, and lay back. He was lying in the hot-spring that was situated in Yasaka's palace, and wearing nothing but a pair of swimming shorts.

He was alone, or so he thought, as a black-haired goddess appeared behind him, in a silent swirl of black flames. Harry, however, noticed the sudden presence behind him, even if he didn't hear her.

"Good to see you, Ami." He greeted the Chief Deity of the Shinto Pantheon, as she (who was also naked) walked over to him, sat down, and rested her head on his shoulder. She also seemed to subconsciously place his muscled arm between her impressive rack.

"Good to see you too, Harry." Amaterasu replied. "I barely got any time to see you when I visited that castle that you're stuck at until June."

"But I'm not stuck there now." Harry replied, smirking, as he used one of his tails to caress her smooth skin, a gesture that made Amaterasu shudder in pleasure. "I'm right here, for one of the only deities that I know who isn't a selfish asshole to love and care for, as she wishes she could for all eternity."

Amaterasu pouted, but then realised that the host of Regulus Nemea had a point.

"You know what I mean." She replied, as she stroked her lover's muscled back. "How's that tournament, I think?" Harry nodded. "Tournament of yours, going?"

"Eh, fine." Harry replied, uncaringly. "I find it very unlikely that I'll win the tournament, but I don't care about a meaningless thing like that."

"I didn't expect you to." Amaterasu replied. "Though I did expect you to be having fun with the human wand-wavers there."

"Oh, I am." Harry replied. "With most of them, at least. A few of them I can hold a decent conversation with, and there's a being there with real Holy aura coming from her."

"Oh?" Amaterasu asked, raising a brow. "What would you place her at? Normal Exorcist? Angel?"

"Neither." Harry replied. "She feels like an Angel, or at least a half-Angel, if she can use a wand, but I get the feeling that Luna's something... more, than that. I couldn't tell for sure."

"I see." Amaterasu replied. "I'll get in touch with Heaven, and see if they can send someone down to observe this Luna girl. If I could have a picture of her?"

"Sure." Harry pressed his finger against his head, and concentrated on Luna's appearance. After a few seconds, a magic-circle appeared, with a memory of Luna inside it.

"Right." Amaterasu replied, nodding. "When I've got the chance, I'll talk to Heaven about it. What do you plan to do, while you're back here?"

"What I usually do, of course, Ami." Harry replied. "Relax, spend time with the ones I love, and have lots of sex. I hear there are some cool video games that came out while I was gone, so I'll go into Kyoto tomorrow and look for them."

"Why am I not surprised?" Amaterasu giggled, further hugging Harry to her. "But on that 'having lots of sex' part, do you plan on tending to little old me~?"

"Oh, believe me, I do." Harry replied, lifting the goddess up with his two tails, and placing her nude body on his lap, with his erect length pressing against her thigh. "How could I not want to fuck my favourite goddess?"

"You're so sweet." Amaterasu replied, pressing her lips against Harry's, and attempting, as she usually did, to gain dominance immediately.

Harry, however, fought back, and managed to match his Sun Goddess in a fierce tongue-battle, as his hands trailed all over her body.

One of Amaterasu's hands also trailed all over Harry's, caressing his sculpted muscles from years of training, and deciding, as opposed to battling Harry's tongue, to trail kisses down to his neck, and tease him by grabbing his throbbing cock and slowly stroke it, and grinning as Harry moaned lightly.

The two would be at it for the whole night.

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"A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain, can leave this place but refrain, 'cause we've been waiting for you..." Harry sung under his breath, as he listened to one of his favourite rock songs of the 2000s, and made his way back to the Kyoto Palace, a few Nintendo Switch games (like Xenoblade Chronicles 2, Super Mario Odyssey and Splatoon 2) in the inner pocket of his leather jacket, and his wallet sticking out of his back pocket, for any thieves to just come and take...

Or so they thought.

"Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste, of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon any- oof!" Harry grunted, as he felt himself being ran into by a tan blur.

As Harry staggered slightly to the side, and looked down, he found that his wallet was gone. Looking around, he saw the person who stole it rushing a few dozen metres away from him, and opening it, to find that there was absolutely nothing there.

"You do know that that was a dummy wallet, right?" Harry asked, keeping the derisive laughter out of his voice with extreme difficulty. "Real useful for tricking pickpockets, so I guess you're out of luck."

Five seconds later, the person who'd stolen Harry's dummy-wallet turned around, and Harry got a good look at her.

She was a beautiful, fairy tall, tan-skinned young woman, with breasts that Harry silently compared to either Kuroka or Vailan, wide hips, and light grey-to-white hair that ended in a small ponytail, and blue eyes with slit pupils, much like Kuroka's eyes.

Despite this image of beauty, Harry could tell damn well that she looked near-starved, as despite her large breasts and wide hips, her stomach looked almost painfully thin (even by the standards of women like Lucretia or Yasaka), and she wore a dirty, worn-out shirt, and jeans that looked far too small and torn for her to be in.

'Damn.' Harry thought. 'A beauty like her shouldn't be that thin, or wearing clothes like I used to wear... when I was... with them..."

Harry blinked, as the woman walked towards him and silently held up his dummy-wallet, and, making a decision, took a hold of her hand.

"H-hey!" The woman cried. "What are you doing?"

"Shh." Harry replied. "Come on."

He and the woman walked back the way Harry had come, down a street, and down to a large clothing store. It was his and Kunou's personal favourite store, and it stocked pretty much anything that they could think of: from shoes for formal gatherings, to tight jeans that showed your ass as well as if you stood bare-naked in the street, to t-shirts like the Slayer shirt that Harry was wearing right now.

Once they got in, the woman decided to speak up again.

"Why are we in here?"

"So you can pick out a few things." Harry replied. "Go on. I've got more than enough money for you to pick out anything you want, and then some."

The girl looked at Harry in amazement, before he said two more words.

"Go wild."

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After the woman (who Harry had learnt whose name was Matora Mikogami) had picked out (pretty much) three wardrobe's worth of clothes for herself, which Harry had unflinchingly paid for, he had proposed that the two of them go and get something to eat.

"Not that I don't appreciate all of this" Matora mumbled, through a huge mouthful of what she was gorging down on, as the two of them sat in a restaurant. "But why are you doing this? What would drive you to spend so much money on a poor girl like me? That just tried to rob you, no less?"

"Well" Harry replied, casting some subtle magic spells to make sure the two of them wouldn't be disturbed, or be seen, for that matter. "It's a really personal reason, but since you asked, I might as well tell you."

Matora swallowed what she was eating, and focused on this person, who looked to be in his late-teens, possibly in early adulthood.

"It's because of my relatives, and I use that word in the loosest possible manner." Harry replied, a slight steeling coming to his features, before he gave a solemn smile. "Let's just say that they... hated me."

"How- how much did they hate you?" Matora asked, quietly, believing that she was really pushing it by asking such a question.

"Enough to spend hundreds, likely thousands, of pounds, the currency in the country they come from, just so they could get my false hope up that they'd changed their ways from being seven-year-long physical and verbal abusers." Harry replied, looking down into his glass of orange-juice. "They abandoned me to return to their cosy little home in Surry, England when I was a child."

Matora clapped her hands to her mouth when she heard this, and made a small noise of sympathy in her throat.

"Yeah." Harry replied, as he heard the noise. "If it weren't for a young girl having found me, unconscious and weak, in an alleyway of downtown Kyoto, and brining me to live with her and her mother, I would have starved to death, and not be here today." He looked up at Matora, and met her blue eyes with his green ones.

"To answer your question, that's why I helped you." He came back to her question. "I could empathize with you, and wanted to make sure that no-one I met was stuck in that situation ever again."

"O-oh." Matora replied, feeling a certain feeling that all Youkai feel when they are around that special someone. "What's your name?"

"Harry." Harry replied, calmly. "Nice to see that we both know each other's-" Harry was cut off, when Matora suddenly leaned over the table, and bit his shoulder.

It didn't hurt him, but Harry couldn't deny that he felt a serious jolt, when he was bitten. After a few seconds, Matora leaned back, and seemed to realise what she'd done.

"I-I'm sorry!" She squeaked, fearing for Harry's reaction. "That just came to me naturally, and I just did it on my own! Please don't hit me!" She cowered slightly, as Harry just stared at the place that Matora had bitten him. Looking from the place, to Matora, and back to the place on his shoulder, he stood up. After paying for the meal, he walked back to the table, and rested a hand on Matora's shoulder.

"Come on." He whispered. "I know what you did damn well, and there's a place that I need to take you, and some people I want you to meet."

"O-okay." Matora replied, as she stood up and left the restaurant, along with Harry.

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There were very, very few words that Matora could use to express her shock when it dawned on her that the placed Harry needed to take her... was the Royal Palace of the supernatural part of Kyoto.

"Y-you live here?" She stammered. "Do you even know what this place is?"

"I'm perfectly aware of what this place is." Harry replied, striding forward. "Come on."

"Oh, Harry!" One of the guards of the palace, a Hone-Onna, a beautiful, but very skinny lady carrying a red lantern in the shape of a peony flower, but with a skull for a face, cried out. "Welcome back!" She noticed Matora with him, and instantly came on guard. "Who is... that?" She asked. "Do you even know what she is?" She whispered.

"I'm perfectly aware of what she is." Harry replied, his lion-tails, paws and ears popping out from their respective positions on his body. "I could sense it on her from the instant I met her today. And she's with me."

"I see." The Hone-Onna replied, bowing and retreating, letting Harry and Matora into the palace. They continued to walk until they came to a lounge, where Kunou, Yasaka (both of which were in their fox-forms), and Amaterasu were sat, talking. Kunou looked up as Harry and Matora entered the room.

"Hi, Harry!" She called, in an upbeat voice. Yasaka and Amaterasu also greeted Harry, in calmer voices.

"Hey, gang." Harry replied, raising a hand in greeting. "I got us a new party member."

"Oh, another one?" Kunou asked, standing up and looking intently at the woman, who sweat dropped at Kunou's golden eyes staring into hers. "Huh, a Nue. How did you seduce her this time?"

Harry chuckled at Kunou brushing off the fact that he'd found himself an eleventh harem member, and told the story of how he'd met Matora.

"Man, that kindness of yours is going to get you hurt one day, Harry." Kunou muttered, as she widened her eyes at Matora, or rather what was in Matora's place.

It was an animal that had the head of a monkey, the body of a raccoon dog, the legs of a tiger, and a snake as a tail. It was rather thin, matching Matora, who was also rather thin in appearance.

The Nue transformed back into Matora, and she walked towards Harry and hugged him to her.

"Oh, well." Kunou remarked. "I guess if another Youkai marked my husband as her mate, then there's very little I can do about it."

"Wait, you're married to Kunou?" Matora looked up at Harry. "The Golden Princess of Kyoto?"

"Oh, is that what they're calling you now?" Harry asked Kunou, in an amused voice. He then had to dodge a ball of fox-fire that was aimed at his head. "But yeah, I am. Kunou may be my official wife, but I'm also married to Yasaka, her mom, though only by Youkai laws."

"Though we do plan to change that in the future, right Harry~?" Yasaka asked, a purr in her voice.

"Yeah, we do." Harry replied, rolling his eyes. "Also, that woman you're staring at is Amaterasu. She's one of my lovers as well."

Harry then had to hold onto Matora, as he was worried she was going to faint out of shock. Thankfully, she didn't, but she definitely looked like she would pass out at any moment.

"You okay there?" He whispered to Matora, before turning to everyone else. "So, is she good to stay here? I can get her a house to stay in in Kyoto if not."

"I don't see a problem with it." Kunou replied. "I'd like another sister to hang around with."

"I see no problem with it either." Yasaka replied. "As long as she makes no effort to use her... powers."

"I won't! I promise!" Matora replied, instantly becoming one of the happiest people in the world (Harry suspected). "Thank you all so much!"

Matora made to praise Kunou and Yasaka some more, before she felt a hand, or a paw, on her shoulder. She looked up, and saw Harry.

"Well, since I'm your mate, and you're a member of my pride now." He said, with a grin. "How about we go seal the deal?"

"I- I'd love to." Matora replied, blushing. She squealed in surprise when Harry picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and walked out of the room, calling out to everyone else to not disturb him for the rest of the night.

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Back in Potter Manor, James and Lily were sat in the lounge, and discussing something. Or rather, someone.

"Lils, how can you even hope to defend Harry?" James asked, angrily. "He blatantly disobeys his elders and betters, refuses any reasonable orders that the teachers of Hogwarts give him, and to top that all off, he's unapologetically spitting on our refined culture! Look at how many harlots he has trailing around after him! And don't get me started on that so-called wife of his. She's..."

"James, don't you open a book at all?" Lily asked, trying to stay patient, but being tempted to shout at her husband, just like he was shouting. "Did you see those golden robes that he wears? Those signify that he's a graduate student of Mahoutokoro School of Magic, the magical school of Japan! As long as he wears, or at least displays those robes, he's considered of age, and there's nothing anyone can do about it! He's as much of an adult as we are, and the teachers have no reign over him! ...Are you even listening to me?"

"...And she's just as much of a backtalker towards her in-laws as Harry is towards us!" James finished his little tirade. Lily sighed, as finally, James shut his mouth and looked at her. "Were you saying something, Lily?"

"Never mind what I said." Lily sighed. "Anything I tell you, you can learn by looking in the right place. Anyway, I've been thinking about Harry, and I think he could be a good influence on Brandon."

"What influence does Brandon need?" James asked. "He's a fine young wizard, and I'm sure he can grow up to be an Auror, and a fine one at that! Just like me, in my day."

"James, have you even looked at Brandon's school reports?!" Lily raised her voice, and summoned said reports with a wave of her wand. "The highest grade Brandon has ever received is a mid-range P, and that's in Divination, a subject as woolly as the sheep that make up our society! All other subjects in every other year, Brandon has received low Ps, Ds, or even Ts! I think it's only through his influence as the Boy-Who-Lived that he made it this far into his schooling career!

James grabbed the reports from his wife and looked them over, and she was right. His hazel eyes widened, as he looked up at his beautiful, redheaded wife, and she wasn't done.

"Think about that, and look at Harry." Lily continued. "Someone who, at the same age as Brandon, is married" James muttered some indiscriminate words under his breath "And is a graduate of one of the most gruelling magical schools in the world, and the one that has been PROVEN to produce the cleverest and highest-earning wizards! What does that say about Brandon?"

James was silent, as he looked down into his lap.

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In the early morning, Harry and Matora were both lying in Harry's bed, quietly and slowly making out, their sweaty nude bodies illuminated by the moonlight that shone through their window.

"That was..." Matora panted, as she and her mate came up for air. "The most amazing thing I've ever experienced in my life."

"It was amazing for me, too." Harry replied. "But don't think I'm anywhere close to done with you."

"Hmm?" Matora's blue slitted eyes made contact with Harry's. "Why?"

"Because." Harry sat up, and pulled Matora into a warm, loving embrace. "With every member of my pride, or my harem, whatever you want to call it, whenever I gain a new member, I feel the urge to imprint myself on them, or have sex with them multiple times in short order. An example of that was when I fucked Kuroka nearly twenty times in four days."

"Do you know why that happens?" Matora asked.

"Nope." Harry replied, emphasizing the 'p'. "A theory is that it could be to let other supernatural beings know that you're mine, or because beasts like me have a really high sex drive, or some other third reason, I dunno, and I don't care."

"Oh, well." Matora placed a hand on Harry's back, and rubbed her thumb in a circle on his back. "I definitely appreciate that you'll be imprinting on me for the next few days at least. And I look forward to more."

"Glad to hear that." Harry replied. "Let's get some sleep."

The host of the Nemean Lion and the Nue both fell back onto the bed, that had cum-stained sheets on it. Within minutes, the two of them fell asleep.

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At the very same moment that Harry and Matora both gave into the land of dreams inside their respective heads, three beings, three Devils, all magic-circled into an alleyway of downtown Kyoto, as quiet as anything. These three Devils were all Ultimate-Class Reincarnated Devils, in the service of three different Satan-Class Devils.

The first Devil, the only female of the three, had extremely long black hair that dropped to the floor. The bottom of her hair was plaited into big braids, that were tied off by a bandage-like band. Her hair-strands curved towards the left side of her face, and she had mid-length hair which was plaited, and tied by a smaller bandage-band resting on her left shoulder.

Her outfit consisted of a revealing, ruby-red corset which revealed her midriff and the top half of her breasts. The red corset had an insignia visible below the belt, which it hindered below. The same belt rested on her hip and above her torn, black jean trousers, which looked like shorts. The jeans had a chain, multiple belts wrapping around her right leg, and a few which spiralled towards the lower half of her left. Over her corset, she wore a black jacket in the form of a robe with red-velvet lacing; the jacket being ripped from the bottom and was tightened towards her chest by the belt. She wore protective armour on her footwear, as well as one extra armour plate on her right shin. She wore the same armour in the form of an arm-protecting gauntlet, which rested above the same material as her coat. The material arched its way up to and wrapped around her middle finger, highlighted by a rhombus-shaped piercing. Her left arm was completely bandaged up, for some reason.

The second Devil was a tall, well-built man. His eyes were black and so was his hair, which was kept short and styled into a number of spiky strands pointing backwards with some prominent spikes topping his forehead; his thin sideburns reaching down to the stubble covering the majority of his chin. He had a sharp face, marked facial features and slight wrinkles below his eyes, as well as a long scar extending from his hairline to his lower left ear. Both of his ears were adorned by silver-coloured earrings, consisting of a ring with a little chain ending in a cross pendant.

He was wearing a black, closely fitting shirt, with a thick, grey fur collar, as well as light grey oversleeves reaching to his upper arm with hems secured by two sets of double stitching; the back of his shirt bore a light motif consisting of a circle with a segmented, upwards arc below it. Hanging from his waist and covering his sides were two dark yellow, tasset-like cloths, he wore brown gloves over his hands and forearms and had his dark brown, baggy pants tucked inside brown boots. Over his shirt, he donned a gray, segmented metal chestplate, bearing the writing "Absolute Zerø" on the left pectoral. Secured to it by two round, golden clasps was a long, brownish white cape hanging over the man's shoulders. His armor was completed by two blue, rounded pauldrons, possessing metal-coloured edges and squared protrusions on the upper and lower edges.

The third man had short, straight black hair styled into an undercut, as well as narrow, intimidating dull-blue eyes, with dark circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He was short, much shorter than the other two Devils, but his physique was pretty well-developed and muscular. He had an expressionless look on his face, and he wore a battle-uniform that had the symbol of the Astaroth family emblazoned on the back of his jacket.

"Finally, we're here." The woman said, in a rather cold voice. "Took you long enough to put your outfit together." She remarked, to the middle man.

"And who was constantly saying that we couldn't set off because she had to bandage up her arm?" He asked, in reply. "Can't you just make it look like a normal arm with magic?"

"Shut up, both of you!" The short man barked, in a voice so commanding that it made both of the other Devils stop talking, and look at him. "Leave your personal discussions for later, and focus on our mission."

"Oh, right." The woman replied. "Retrieve Rika Zepar and her daughter from the supernatural realm of Kyoto, by any means necessary, right?"

"Right." The man replied. "Let's get going, then."

And that's the awaited new chapter of Wizarding Lion updated, folks! Harry has arrived back in Kyoto, gotten a new pride member, and claimed her as his own. Plus, three Devils are on the scene to take Ravel and Rika back to the Underworld (kudos to anyone who guesses who they are). Harry will remain in Kyoto for 2 more chapters (not including this one), before heading back to Hogwarts, taking part in the Third Task, and going back to Kyoto for good (hopefully. But as Dumbledore knows all too well, things can go wrong), which is where the first 'arc' of this story shall end, and after that, this story will go on a hiatus for a while, as I think of possible ideas for what could happen in the second 'arc'.

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Next time: Regulus and Albion vs. Devil Hunters

Preview of next chapter:

"Are you sure that you can call yourselves Devils?" Valian asked, her Divine Dividing wings spread. "All I see before me are the Church's failed attempt to create an Exorcist of the calibre of Alexander Anderson, a half-decent looking warrior and a midget with two huge swords to compensate for his doubtless inadequacies."

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