Demon and Angel
AN: people asked why Lilly was a prinny. One word: Precedent.
In the Disgaea world sacrificing yourself for another is regarded as a sin. Look at Laharl's mother, she sacrificed her life to cure her son of a fatal disease, and she was prinnyfied.
Laharl did a sacrifice for Flonne on the normal ending (beat game after team killing at least 1 ally) and ended up a prinny, so the Disgaea universe doesn't like self-sacrifice.
Oh, and about dropping the DOOD? Again, precedent. Laharl's mother didn't have the verbal tic, so I'm going to extend that to all prinnies who are prinnies due to self-sacrifice.
Irrelevant side note: the Fate Grand Order event A Meihousou Most Foul, irritated the heck out of me. Reason? Roman has been dead for over 3 years at the time I'm writing this, and if you think this was just retconned in? THREE characters were only introduced, in the story, AFTER he died. Moriarty from Pseudo singularity one for example.
Chapter 16: It's Christmas time... in heaven- pre-holiday reflections.
Harry shook his head at the stereotypical Christmas decorations that decorated his celestial home. Well technically it was Umbra's home, but he lives there half the time he's not at Hogwarts so it was his as well.
He was rather upset with Lamington, as he had been apparently convinced, after a meeting he had requested, to allow some of the humans Dumbledore considered to be open-minded to the mansion for a few days, some of which Harry considered to be either major or minor annoyances.
He had gotten a hold of Harry via the goblins, who Harry had arranged a dropbox that would teleport the letters to his current place of residence.
The only three that were invited that Harry had either a relatively positive or neutral were the Lovegoods, and the Longbottom scion.
He had no idea what the headmaster was on when he invited the majority of the Weasley family, since he's close to having a feud with the matriarch, the youngest wants to, even at her young age, apparently get in his pants, and hates the females in his life, the youngest male had been expelled, and didn't like him anyway, and the twins were in a constant prank war with Nerf.
Why the hell that the headmaster sent Hermione he had no clue, the girl was, in his experience, bossy, opinionated, and generally unpleasant to be around.
He could already tell this Christmas was going to suck.
He didn't bother getting real gifts for the redheads, he didn't like them and it showed in the fact he purchased them the blandest and uninspired gifts he could find
The Lovegoods he got a netherworld bestiary and a tome on minor holy magics.
To the bossy girl, he got her a book titled How to Make Friends. It had both tips on how to make friends with sentience... and for those that are hopelessly inept, how to create semi-sentient automatons and golems to be friends.
To the Longbottom heir, he purchased a copy of plant-based magics and some seeds from the Yuie flower that once was invading the netherworld due to the side effects of an angel's plot.
Shaking his head, Harry looked over at the two best things to happen in his life and smiled. He couldn't wait until he was older, as his hormones were starting to kick in at full force, and both girls had been lectured to high heaven and low hell about forcing things until he either hits sixteen or until circumstances forced him into it.
He would have gotten the same lecture, but since the two were now a willing part of his life, they knew any situation would be consensual, and the fact that it was his age that was the issue.
Shaking his head he finished wrapping the presents, now he just had to wait for his guests.
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The guests had started arriving at the designated and warded, pick-up point, with Lamington, quietly taking aside Dumbledore before the old man left, and gave him a stern lecture about lying to the host of the guests to secure invites for some of them.
The fact that if it weren't for the quick wards that The Seraph had thrown up, the entire country would have felt the release of his power, if not the continent.
Leaving a shaking old man that the angel had to heal from a heart attack, Lamington approached the group, looking the over and doing a headcount at the same time.
Five Weasleys, two Longbottoms, a trio of Grangers, and a pair of Lovegoods. The unexpected extras made sense that they would want to spend the Holiday with their family
"Greetings, I am Seraph Lamington, and I will be your host for the week. I do hope you will remember your manners while in my home, even to people you don't like," he started, pausing to look noticeably at the gaggle of redheads, the youngest of them don't even try to look ashamed of their past actions. "in any case," he paused again and pulled out a cell phone, and after punching in one of his contacts, he said, "Chestire, please transport myself and the nearby group of humans to my home."
Then the group vanished in a flash of white, while an old man looked on. He then used cleaning and air refreshing charms on his pants, due to him soiling himself at the sheer powerThe Seraph let loose while intimidating him.
The words of Harry when he had killed the previous Defense professor rang through his head again, and he was now glad that Harry had acted instead of getting the fathers involved, he wasn't sure that the country would survive the pissed-off parents.
He now believed, for the first time ever, that outright killing someone without a chance at redemption could be, in extremely rare cases, for the greater good.
Shaking his head, he hoped that the Weasleys could keep themselves under control, and he also mentally upgraded the danger that Harry's girls present, if only because of the possible bloody rampages of their families.
He also needed to talk to his deputy headmistress, leaving a student like that was not the correct thing to do, no matter how urgent the message and the information about Harry was not of such urgency that he needed to know within the day.
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With a flash of light, the group emerged into the lobby of Lamington's mansion. Which possesses, not including servant quarters, over four hundred rooms, and enough floor space to put two Hogwarts in and still rattle. The Lobby was decorated with traditional, if understated, Christmas decorations. (EN)
"Welcome to my home, the prinnies will lead you to your rooms for the week, please follow them to unpack. You may afterward, explore the mansion to your heart's content, please stay out of the private rooms, and be careful of the antiques, if you get lost ask the nearest prinny, I will ring a bell when it's time for dinner," the angel said.
"Where's Harry?" a redheaded girl asked boldly.
"I don't know right now, possibly in his room, the training rooms, out on the grounds, or not even on the grounds. That reminds me, I have informed the Item worlder, and Character worlder, and the assembly that you are not to be allowed in, so don't bother trying, have fun."
Emma Granger walked up to Lamington as he turned to leave, and said, "I would like to thank you for making sure my daughter arrived home, I was disappointed to hear that the deputy headmistress had abandoned her like that."
"You're quite welcome," the angel said. "I was shocked to see that a professor had left a student all alone in a strange area with little money. If you would excuse me, I wish to get the rest of my paperwork done before the end of the day to clear up my schedule for the week."
"Oh, right, thank you again."
With that Emma headed to her family to go to their rooms and unpack.
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To say that the youngest male Weasley was quaking in jealousy was an understatement. Harry's home (part-time, although he didn't know that), flaunted wealth and privilege like nobody's business. The room he had been granted for the week was an example of this, painted in white's and golds, and furnished "simply" with a bed, dresser, and wardrobe, it was bigger than the entire first floor of his house, with a bathroom that was the same size as his room at home.
He was told this was a standard guest room. Which meant that Harry's room, must be even bigger and fancier. Given that the bed felt like he was lying in a cloud, as well as the well-built wooden furnishings meant that the room probably cost almost half of what his house was worth.
With a sigh, his anger and jealousy deflated. This wasn't going to be his after this week, and he will never live in this luxury again.
He had blown it, not so much with his interactions with Harry, but apparently, his attitude rubbed the other boy the wrong way, combined with him getting expelled meant that he would never get to become the boy's friend, and never be able to leech off his fame and wealth.
To top off his misery, he couldn't even rub Malfoy's face in the fact that Harry's fiancee was many ties richer than the other boy could dream of.
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In another room, Ron's redheaded sister was stewing in her own jealousy, which was targeted towards the girls Harry was never seen without, and not the boy himself. This wealth, this privilege, should be hers, not the hussies that the boy had taken up with.
She was of course ignoring the fact that the mansion actually belonged to one of those 'hussies' and not to Harry.
She started plotting on how to attract Harry's attention away from those two, and part one of her plan was the potioned sweater and sweets that he would be receiving for Christmas.
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Molly Weasley was feeling confident that her plan to get Harry back on track for his destiny, aka marrying her daughter was on track. She was ignoring how it was, at the very least, unbearably rude to potion one of their hosts in their own home when you were their guest. In fact, it went against every pureblood rule of hospitality there was, as well as almost every other culture's rules of hospitality.
Something that due to her status as a pureblood she well knew.
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The twins were in awe of the building. It might not be as classically impressive as Hogwarts, but the sheer wealth and prestige of owning such a building, servants, and soldiers made them suppress their pranking instincts because if their family had to pay for breaking any of the obviously expensive artwork, pottery, and other items, they would go bankrupt almost immediately.
They would later curse out their youngest sibling and mother.
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Hermione was in heaven... well Celestia. She had never imagined that she would be able to come here while still alive. She did wonder what's with the stuffed penguin servants, but she would temper her curiosity, perhaps there was a library she could look it up in.
Shaking her head she had an intense feeling of embarrassment about the rather generic, and cheap gift that her family picked up for their hosts, especially with the obvious wealth that they weren't even trying to flaunt.
After telling her parents that she was going exploring, she departed her room.
Half an hour later she got directions to the library where she would stay until dinner.
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Neville Longbottom was on his new bed already exhausted, his grandmother had been nagging him, almost since the moment they obtained some privacy. She nagged about how posture, how important this connection was, how disappointed she was in his schoolwork, how, unlike his father he was, how untalented he was, how she wouldn't need to tell his father these things, blah, blah, blah.
To be honest, he had stopped paying attention to her once she started bringing up his father. He loved the man, at least he thinks he does. It is rather hard to make that determination when the man, through all his memories, had been catatonic. He was sick and tired to be, at twelve years old, expected to match a man in his twenties.
To be honest, he was getting sick of his whole damn family.
Taking a breath he sat up, and stormed out of the room, ignoring the voice of his grandmother demanding he come back. He needed to get away from her before he snapped, and said some hurtful, but deserved words.
Wandering around he soon found the hedge-maze and remembering the words of his host, and the fact that they probably knew the place like the back of their hands, proceeded to get well and truly lost.
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Madam Longbottom looked at the door in fury, she would have... words with her grandson for his rudeness in leaving when she was talking to him about his duties, his father would never have done so.
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The Lovegoods, who ironically were the ones that knew more of the truth considering Harry, and the ones on the best terms, had found the library quickly and were looking through the books on creatures for information for their magazine. They quickly got caught in a book on various demons and would have their noses in the book until dinner.
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Hours later, the guests had been reassembled in the formal dining hall, as it was the one that they used when they had many guests. The spread was impressive, as were the spells that were put on Ronald Weasley so that the rest of the guests wouldn't have to see his table manners.
Hermione and Neville made a mental note to ask for those spells.
Soon after the meal, the guests dispersed again, for more exploring.
Harry, who snuck in to avoid his fan-girl, left just as stealthily, even though he knew he would be obligated to be present the next day for gift giving.
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End chapter.
EN: I did NOT intend for this to be a character reaction chapter, but that's how it ended up.