As you all know, occasionally I will come across a story that I like the concept of but I don't either like the execution or have a different vision of how the idea could be carried out. This is another one of those story ideas. The idea in question came from the story "Kuroinu: Eostia's Dark Elf Witch" by Perseus12 (id: 13707106) where that story is a "wrong girl who lived" story that takes a lot of notes from other series as well such as RWBY and so on. As someone who is skittish about the concept of multi crossover ideas in a single work, I thought that I could maybe provide an interesting idea of my own but with the same concept behind it. That being: fem!Harry dark elf princess/daughter of Olga/Origa. But where am I going to differ from the previously mentioned story? Well, I'm going to go with a pretty staple trope of the Potter fandom: rebirth after death. But I'll cover that in the summary and story itself shortly. But what else?
Those who have read my past pilots and stories know that I prefer to write hetero relationships as that's what I'm most comfortable with. Personal preference and all that. The other thing to keep in mind is that since this is a crossover with an h-doujin, the girls are the main focus. That being said this is a reborn Harry who had a thing for girls, so it's going to be a safe bet that (s)he's going to be going after the single ladies of the Kuroinu cast. Such interactions go beyond the current scope of this pilot and will only be talked about as future plans should this continue past the pilot stage.
In terms of additional pop culture or other series references, I do intend to keep those to a minimum. Specifically, weapons or named weapons from a specific series (styles that would reasonably exist are different) or characters outside of names or appearances; after all, a large story does require characters to help drive the plot that are, at the end of the day, unimportant to the main story. Magic and magic spell names are a bit exempt as, remember, reborn so there may be inspirations of spell names based on the effects. That's where I'm going to draw the line with this one in terms of borrowing names/appearances from other series. As usual with these Kuroinu fics, I ripped the Olga part again from a previously completed pilot, using a retooled version of the one Olga transport pilot I wrote to fit in more with this plot. But that's all I have for this intro so let's get into the rest.
Summary: Living a fulfilling life and having it end peacefully was something that Harry always wanted and luckily got. However, Death would not let her favorite master lie dormant. Seeing a world ripe for the picking for her master, she decides to send him there but with a little twist. Harry is reborn as the dark elf girl Shafiel Discordia, adopted daughter and heir apparent to her dark empire. But it will not be easy, she'll have trials to overcome to become a great ruler to go down forever in history. The greatest of all those obstacles will be the Kuroinu, or Black Dog, mercenary company, their charismatic leader Vult, and his pipedream of a nation called "The Cuntry".
Rating: M for the pilot, M+ for a continued series.
"Pairing": fem!Harry x multiple. Considering my history and opinions on this, this may come as a surprise to some. Yes, this in planning would be a harem pairing with the reborn, fem!Harry as the head of it/the one all involved are attracted to. Now, who would be in it? Well, for sure Claudia (the MILF) would be off-limits; I'm still of the opinion that she and her husband got the rawest deal as she was the loyal wife before the betrayal of her father-in-law and the Kuroinu insurrection. Then we have the 3 elves. Cloe would be seen as an older sister (and subordinate), Olga as her mother figure, and Celestine as an ally of necessity; this story, of course, is based on an h-doujin so pretty much everything is fair game. Now the girls that definitely would be in the harem would be Princess Primm, Alicia, Luu-Luu, Kaguya, and Maia.
Disclaimer: I only own my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Kuroinu belongs to the appropriate rights holders for the visual novel, manga, and anime adaptation respectively; Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and whoever else has the rights right now. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
WARNING: The property of Kuroinu is an h-doujin with an uncomfortable story and themes and is intended for an audience of 18+. If such things are disturbing to you, please do not progress any further past this point, I do not blame you, I look forward to you seeing the next installment in this repository. For those of you that progress past this point, you accept full responsibility for your actions and I cannot be held responsible for your willingness to continue.
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Death is a natural part of life. It is a rule that all beings abide by: all living things must die. It is the reason why one seeks a mate to create children with or to create an invention, to make a lasting mark on the world and to continue your legacy. It is selfish, but that's how humans are. Harry laid on his deathbed watching a sunset.
'Imagery and symbolism,' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes. 'What a fucking cliché,' he thought as he breathed his last. Harry James Potter, aged 225, died peacefully after a long and hard but rewarding life. He would be survived by his five children, his many grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren of which some bore his name. His legacy being a long-beloved teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts and selective and seventh-year exclusive 'Practical Defense Against the Dark Arts' class, twenty-year headmaster of Hogwarts, ten-time International Dueling Champion, being an allegedly amorous lover in his younger years, and best-selling author of various works. He had been the witness to many changes in the world and there would be many that would remember him for hundreds of years to come.
But this would not be the end of the (in)famous Harry Potter, in another world, another legacy would be born.
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Year seventy-five of the Hundred Years War.
Eostia is a dangerous land. From north to south, east to west anyone who lived in these lands knows this as a fact of life. Whether it be rabid wildlife or some kind of random monster attack, pillaging brigands, or enemy army. The average villager in Eostia lived a short life due to the brutal nature of these things. Men if they were lucky were killed quickly; women though weren't so lucky. It is a brutal and unforgiving world. This was something that Olga Discordia, Queen of the Dark Elves, knew all too well.
She had fought with Celestine, the 'goddess reborn' several hundred years ago against the great demonkind and his kind. She saw how his ilk tortured, raped, and murdered indiscriminately. She saw men, contaminated in spirit from the demon blood, commit the same atrocities to their fellow man as well as Elkind. This was the reason behind her split with Celestine. Mankind raped and murdered the dark elves to borderline extinction, those that survived (outside of her) were enslaved as either a disposable workforce or sex slaves. Justifiably, Olga slaughtered an entire human village where some of her kind were being kept without mercy. Olga knew Celestine, she knew that she wanted to always see the best in people. That all could change with time. Once upon a time, Olga believed the same, but with time came cynicism and with experience disagreement that became a war. She sat in her throne, her young attendant Chloe nearby, pondering her history with the self-proclaimed goddess that was interrupted by one of her servants entering her chambers.
He was one of the orc chieftains, bloodthirsty yet unusually intelligent to lead their hoard which swore fealty to her. In his arms was held a bundle of cloth, and it was done so ever-so-carefully. He knelt on one knee and bowed his head before speaking. "Your highness, I come bearing a gift," he reported, unusually soft. He took it, holding it aloft carefully, making sure that it was propped up firmly.
Seeing as she couldn't quite see what the orc was holding, she stood up and started to walk down her dais. Now closer, she could see what the orc chieftain was holding: "A dark elf child," Olga softly remarked. "Where did you find her?"
"My clan raided a human village two suns ago, she was found near a well completely untouched," he reported.
"Were there any other dark elves found in the village?" Olga asked as she took the child from the orc and held the infant.
"No, your highness. This was the only one."
The infant opened her eyes to reveal unusual green eyes. Such an eye color she had never seen on a dark elf before. There was something about them too, something that implied power. "You have done well, leave," she ordered. He bowed once more and left. As for the child, it reached out a hand which touched her cheek. "I will call you… Shafiel."
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Year 100, end of the Hundred Years War.
Day 0 of the Kuroinu War.
Olga Discordia was defeated. The human named Vult or Vault, she didn't care for such a lowly human as him, invaded her lands at the behest and bankrolling of Celestine Lucullus and her Princess Knight Alliance. She hated the light-skinned elf. She paraded herself around like a goddess while Olga clawed her way out of her sub-species' cursed role of being sexual playthings for anything with a penis. She formed an army and took over a small patch of land on what was ancestrally Dark Elf lands. From there she masterminded the fall of the Seven Shields Alliance. And she was winning, that is until Vult and his human and monster army carved through her lands to her tower. She was taken prisoner and her first lieutenant was taken as a sexual plaything by the capturing army. Her daughter though? Somehow she had remained undetected who was somewhere in the castle but didn't know where. However, she didn't expect their next move, to now move upon Celestine herself using her old tower as a base of operations to form a new Empire, something that they called a 'Cuntry'. And no, that was not a misspelling either. If there was one thing that she honored, it was the time-honored traditions of honor and loyalty, even if she killed many humans who said that they abode by it. But Vult? He had no honor. He was just a lying, cheating, piece of scum that she would revel in the pleasure of killing.
The second day after her capture, the opportunity came. His mercenary guards marched into her dungeon that she was now a resident of, and led her with the threat of death to her former throne room. She could hear the sounds of the female form being ravished and the recipient unwilling echoing through the halls. Then, it just stopped followed by grunting and groaning, the specific kind after someone has been ravished. The answer to who this was received an answer when she entered her former throne room. The smell consisted of sweat, salt, chlorine, and musk; the scent that a room would have after sex. The floor was a complete mess, covered in the seminal fluids of the ogres that were responsible due to them a) being covered it themselves, and b) being naked. As for the victim in all of it, she looked down near the foot of her throne's elevated seat to see her lieutenant Chloe lying there on her back, legs spread bare like a common whore for Vult despite him being completely clothed still. Olga looked upon her soiled lieutenant with a critical gaze, not giving away her true feelings on the matter, that of rage.
Chloe looked up towards Vult with doe-like eyes and the voice of a woman enraptured in lust. "Master Vult, can I get my own reward?" she asked in a borderline half-lidded gaze. She was clearly drunk on a dopamine rush from what happened to her. That or Vult's magician used vile magics on Chloe.
"Didn't you hear what my aide said? We have brought her to be raped as you had requested," Vult said in his vile voice. Olga was completely silent as she mulled over her options.
The ogres grabbed Chloe's arms and started to drag her away. "No, I want more!" she whined. "I want more cum!" she drunkenly mewled as fluids leaked out of her. Olga had to keep her head forward and 'ignore' her lieutenant. She didn't want to, but she couldn't afford to show weakness, even if she cared deeply for Chloe.
Vult laughed in some misguided attempt to scare her as he stood up. "It seems that I am no longer welcome in certain places," he boomed. "There's something that I've been dying to know: I wonder if a dark elf can become pregnant from a human." Her arms tensed up as he said that, which went completely unnoticed as his men cheered.
The ogres encroached on her and she clasped her fist in anger. She knew what they were going to do to her and what they were going to continue to do to Chloe. She had to act fast. She knew that she had some supporters in the dark elf community that harbored a hard grudge against humans and the other races that they allied against. She could use them to build a new army of loyal beings. She could even find countries that harbored a grudge against Celestine and her Seven Shield Alliance and use humans and other species to do her bidding to get her revenge. They were getting close, so she had to act fast.
To buy time for the two spells she needed to weave together, she laughed in defiance. This caught Vult and his men off guard. "I would never submit to a rotten bunch of stupid worms like you," she said in further defiance.
Vult grinned creepily. "Perhaps you will once you see what I have," he said with malice. He waved his hand and out from behind the curtains that were behind her throne (which led to her personal chambers) came her daughter Shafiel in chains. Shafiel was absolutely irate and resisted whenever she was tugged on the other end by one of Vult's henchman.
Once Shafiel saw her mother's face, her eyes fell in embarrassment; not because she was wearing more revealing clothing than the preferred which was little more than lingerie, but because she had failed. "I'm sorry, mother," she said. "I tried to oust them, but they had a trap."
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!" Olga boomed in anger.
"Nothing, yet," Vult said as he stood from his throne and walked over to the much younger dark elf. He grabbed her chin and pointed it towards him and with his other hand groped one of her breasts. "However, should you refuse to submit I'll have to find another dark elf and see if she can get pregnant from a human." He looked at Shafiel. "Like this one right here," he said lustfully.
"DON'T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON HER!"
"I won't have to if you submit."
Olga knew he was lying. If he had his men and the monsters that flipped to his command rape Chloe until she was little more than a quivering semen receptacle, he would do the same to Shafiel. After all, he wouldn't be the one defiling her, his men would, and therefore he'd still be keeping his word. Olga knew there was only one option. "I'm sorry," she said softly. She then proceeded to summon her staff. "I'm taking this back." She proceeded to raise it above her head and channeled all of the magic might she had been saving up the entire time she had been captured. She used a low-powered teleportation spell to summon Shafiel to her side, the lead of her chains being ripped away from the man holding it; she then powered up the big spell she had been planning on: a long-distance translocation spell.
Lightning surrounded her as the spell wove itself together at her will. To Vult, he watched on as the chirping of the lightning became more and more intense. Finally, a large explosion happened. What was left was a blackened spot and small crater and surrounding it were the bodies of the ogres that were going to ravish Olga like they did Chloe; they were all blackened by electrical burns and currently deceased. There was nothing left. The only person left unaffected was Olga and where Shafiel was were only the empty chains that the younger dark elf was captured in.
"What happened?" he demanded of Olga and then his advisor.
The brown-haired wizard pushed his glasses up and examined the center of the blast zone. "it appears that she may have killed her daughter," the advisor replied.
"May have, or did?" Vult pressed.
The advised paused and palmed some of the soot still there. "It will take me some time to analyze the remains of the spell to determine its purpose."
"You'll never get your hands on her," Olga said in defiance in addition to maniacal laughter. "Never," she added with a tear leaking out. 'I likely won't get to see you either, dear daughter.' Olga knew what they were going to do to her. But if it was for the safety of her daughter, she'd do it. She'd endure the sexual torture they'd put her through.
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Shafiel found herself floating in a white void right before she landed on something hard causing her to "Oof." She stood up, brushing away non-existent dust, and looked around. The space she was in was completely white with nothing around it. She spotted a bench with an old man sitting on it.
"It's about time you woke up. Please, come and sit," he said in a grandfatherly way.
Warily, she walked over and took a seat next to the man. She noticed that they were both wearing blindingly white clothing; hers more of a dress and his more like robes that a scholar would wear. "Who are you? Where am I?" she asked.
"A realm that exists between mind and matter, between dream and reality," he answered cryptically.
"What?" Shafiel reasonably asked in confusion.
"You see, I've been waiting a long time to speak with you and your time in transit is the perfect time to do so."
"Transit?"
"Why, yes. The spell used can move one or more humanoids from one place to another one distantly away. It only takes the blink of an eye."
"How am I speaking to you then if it only takes that long?"
"Ah, do you not remember what I said?" he asked once more in that cryptic voice. "This is a realm between mind and matter, time has no meaning here. By the time our conversation is finished, you will be where you need to be and no more time than it takes to snap your fingers will have passed." Shafiel sighed in annoyance. She didn't have time to deal with this cryptic nonsense. "Oh, I know that feeling all too well. An old man meddling in your affairs taking too much of your time? Yes, I had to deal with it when I was a youngster yourself." He looked around. "Now that I think about it, it was like this too at that time," he mused.
"Who are you?" Shafiel asked again.
"Who am I?" he asked, repeating her question. "I'm you."
"Impossible," she rebutted flatly. "There is no way an old man is me."
"You see, that is the important thing about this realm. When I passed away twenty-five years ago, I was still the Master of Death, a powerful title granted to a very select few. For some reason, Death decided that I should be reborn, and reborn as a beautiful dark elf at that." Shafiel covered herself. "Ha! You think I do this in some kind of perverse action, but remember: I'm you." He waived his hand and a screen appeared, of which many images flash past with just enough time for her to see them. "As I did, the memories of our past life were stored here, represented by this manifestation of an 'old man', the man I used to be. At a certain point, these memories would be unlocked."
"What does that mean for me?" Shafiel asked as she felt a headache coming on, and it wasn't from the annoying, cryptic nature of the 'other self' of her that was being brought on.
"I am thou, thou art I," he recited. "Two parts once hewn are being stitched back together as they should be. Once complete, you will have all of our memories. Every hardship of defeat, every euphoric moment of victory, every spell I have ever used whether it be inspiration or magics I learned in my schooling years, every piece of technology I have ever had the pleasure of disassembling and reassembling, every lover," he seemed to remember the last one with happiness. "You will have access to everything I have ever known."
"But what about me?!" she panicked. "I'm being erased!"
"No, you're not," he reassured her with a hand on her shoulder. "We are both parts of the same soul. My life ended when yours began. It's sort of like a New Game+ if you want to think of it that way."
"I get that reference and I don't know why!"
"Played a lot of video games with the grandkids as they were growing up, you pick up on these things." he chuckled. "You will still be you, after all both of us are quite similar in our personalities. You'll just have some additional memories."
"What about you, won't you disappear too?"
"Remember what I said before? I am thou, thou art I. It's weird, but nothing will really change, it'll just be more complicated the more you think about it. That being said, it's time to wake up."
"What?" Before she could get an answer, Shafiel's vision was engulfed in light.
"Wake the fuck up, samurai. You have a mercenary company to burn."
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Shafiel (no Harry, no Shafiel, no Harry) woke up in a large room and as her vision became clearer to see her mother's staff lying next to her. She sat up noting that her clothing was still the skimpy lingerie that she had been forced to wear during her short capture by Vult. 'Though, it is kind of hot,' she thought to herself. The silky soft lace pressing against her breasts and lady bits. 'No, stop. No more thoughts like that,' she chastised herself. 'I never thought of myself like this before… oh my god I was a lecherous old man,' she thought in horror, her face getting extremely red.
Shafiel was broken out of her thoughts by a motherly voice, "Greetings, young one. You certainly are a long way from home, aren't you?" Shafiel looked up to see Celestine herself.
"Shit," Shafiel uttered softly, horrified about the implications. However, it was odd. The much older (and hotter in the MILF sense) high elf was not projecting any hostile intentions nor were the guards in the room doing anything other than standing by waiting for orders. "Why aren't you attacking me?"
"Because, I figure I owe the person that appeared in my private chambers a chance to explain themselves," Celestine explained.
"Do you know of Vult and his Black Dog company?" Shafiel asked. Celestine nodded. "They've betrayed you, decided to cause an uprising to create their own country. A country where women are slaves and playthings to men. They've already captured my mother and surrogate sister and are abusing them to their hearts' content," she said as she grasped Olga's staff tightly. "And I sure as hell am not letting them do the same to me!" she declared with fire in her eyes and a determined voice. She snapped her fingers and the lacey number she was dressed in turned into an elegant dress with an armored skirt and ornately decorated breastplate. If beauty could kill, this would be the embodiment of it.
To be continued…?
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And we'll call it with that. The only outside reference I guess you could call it is the dress at the end. I just looked up the dress that Saber wore in Fate Stay/Night and sort of ran with it. If you want a visual representation of it, just image search it on Google. Three soft references are to the whole thing about the Velvet Room from the Persona series, that being the place in time was a place between mind and matter. I just took the line; it is not the Velvet Room, just it sort of had the same ring to it. The second is the reference to just video games, in general, having a new game+ mode. The third is the line from the Cyberpunk 2077 cinematic trailer from a few years ago. Now that I've gotten that out of the way, let us discuss the story's potential, shall we?
Based on the actions taken at the end there, you can tell that this is going to be a revenge story. One of the ideas floating around in my head is sort of inspired by the anime "Redo of Healer" which is currently airing at the time of this story's publishing. Or, well, at least one idea from the seventh episode is floating in my head, that being what Healer does to one of the baddies chasing after him. I won't reveal what he did since I sort of want that to be a surprise for those who watch the series and are actually interested in it for the plot. But what was done made me think of some potential "bad ends" that Vult's men can find themselves in.
But as for some other ideas for this potential fic, after the transportation spell, Shafiel/Harry regains her previous life's memories which includes Harry's entire spell library which will include classic HP spells as well as other media inspired spell names and effects (ie: Eiha from Persona or Spectral weapons from Elder Scrolls), weapon blueprints like a Glock, and so on. Now you probably think that this is completely overpowered, and yes, yes, it is and I do not care. But you have to remember, Vult has the numbers game of which he can use swarm tactics in a scenario and dwindle the resources of his targets, and this is what he does in the h-doujin: he sieges the fortresses. Now one of the other things that will carry over from the "memory reintegration", in keeping with the original idea's concept: Harry's preference for women and being the dominant one. If you remember in the h-doujin route for Primm, she flips sides and gets a futa dick, and in the original idea that I'm (ahem) borrowing from, that will likely happen in this as well. As mentioned previously in the opening, Princess Primm, Alicia, Luu-Luu, Kaguya, and Maia will eventually be seduced by our reborn protagonist for sure, Celestine, Olga, and Chloe are a bit tentative at this moment in time of this writing.
That's all I have for ideas for this story prompt at this time. At the moment, I don't have any new updates for the IRL stuff that I normally talk about here. The only thing that I can consider new is that I got my hands on Komi Can't Communicate volume 11 despite still needing to read volume 10. My manga backlog continues to grow. As for other story ideas I'm working on at the moment, I'm probably going to take a break for a few entries (unless inspiration really hits) from Kuroinu fics since I'm pretty sure you guys are getting tired of them considering that (including this entry) the last 3 entries have been Kuroinu related. Now while I will admit I have 2 Kuroinu ideas that involve The Legend of Zelda, those are still in the concept stage at this moment in time and revolve around two different concepts altogether. I do have a couple of ideas mulling around in this brain of mine including a retooling/rerelease of the Black Lagoon x Harry Potter fic I released and deleted a while ago. Now, as for ongoing fics that I started but have gone silent on, those I've been mulling through which I can actually continue (as in which ones I still have to motivation to do) and which to completely drop. In the meantime, though, I'll still continue to do as I do.
See you guys in whatever I decide to put out next.