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Little Hangleton graveyard, Little Hangleton

June 24th, 2005

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 performed right there in 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 October.

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 IQ 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 fact that he'd been proven right numerous times before.

Without friends or real support of any kind (because like always the professors could 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 preparation for the task. The only times he spent outside of 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 surviving 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 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 him 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 was the Yule Ball. He had no idea who to take and in the end just took the Patil twins, Parvati for Ron and Padma for him. He thought that Padma would be easier to get along with since she was smarter 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 much 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 Bludgeoner to the kneecap, shattering it and causing him to fall in a heap as the Death Eaters laughed.

'How brave, laughing at an 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 cursed everyone who ever had a hand in his suffering to die horrible deaths.

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's an accident than admit they have no idea as to 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 held a bishop piece in her hand as she thought about whether or not to go through 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 judgment 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 was absorbed into him, the price seemingly enough to resurrect him. Rias watched as the previously still corpse gained life and his chest to start rising and falling, signaling his successful resurrection.

Rias had a wide smile at the success which instantly left when she saw that, while alive, he was still badly injured. Standing closer to her new Bishop's unconscious body, she used a magic circle to transport them back to her house.

Once the glow from the circle dissipated, the graveyard was silent once more, no sign of Harry's fate would be found when the Aurors arrived.

Gremory Estate, Underworld

A magic circle appeared in the floor of Rias' room as said girl and her new Bishop travelled through them. Once they fully materialized, Rias looked around at 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 a large TV with a strange PlayStation-like console in front. Said console was the Underworld's version of a game console which was a mix of a PlayStation 2, X-box and game cube which allowed her to use the games from all three consoles. Rias couldn't wait for the PlayStation 3 release. She couldn't wait for the new Gundam game for the PS3.

After shaking off thoughts of having her own giant robot to rule over the Underworld with, Rias concentrated on her new Bishop only to frown. Despite being resurrected, he was still badly wounded and would need to be healed or else he would just die on her again. She thought about taking him to her brother or sister-in-law to be healed when she remembered a way to heal someone else that Grayfia had taught her.

It was only for those that didn't know any healing spells like her and only if the one being healed was also a Devil. Furthermore, it required skin contact, the more skin contact the better.

Her course decided, Rias lifted her Bishop onto her bed and started to get undressed. As she drifted off to sleep, she amusedly wondered how her new Bishop would react to waking up beside her.

Either way, it promised to be hilarious.

AN: This is another story idea that I thought up. Hope someone can adopt it and make it good.