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Harry Potter/Highschool DxD
Harry Potter/?
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This is my first fic in the Highschool DxD world.
II: A rather dedicated introduction part 2 (Harry Potter Hogwarts Years 1-4)
The Potter family could only be described as unfortunate. It seemed whenever the Potter family seemed to expand beyond a certain number of generations, i.e. five, major incidents occurred resulting a few surviving. But as of recently decades since the turn of the 20th century they could now be counted on two hands. But by October 31st 1991, they were reduced to one.
(History carries on as normal. October 31st, 1991)
"He's here! Lily, run! I'll hold him off!" Shouted James Potter as the front door of the Potter Hideout Cottage collapsed. A short intense exchange of spells was heard before the distinct thump of his body hit the floor.
What happened next is common place, as are the first eleven years of Harold 'Harry' James Potter's life. Aside from two small factors; one would make itself apparent in his fifth year.
(Time skip to end First Year, July 2002)
Harry sat on the Hogwarts Express as it departed back to London. The year, had been fun…it had been eventful. But despite all of that he had found himself being heaped on with expectations. Expectations from people who knew his parents, people who expected him to be as good as…no BETTER than his parents. Yet, no-one had explained to him why, they expected such things from him. They had merely told him 'Father was amazing at Transfiguration and Flying and your Mother was a Charms genius'. Yet he found that he was struggling with them.
Yet, he had confronted a member of staff who had tried to kill him! Possessed by the same man that had tried to kill him, eleven years ago! Harry had reduced him to dust and ash, yet no-one investigated…Just what was this world he had gotten himself into?
Furthermore, he felt that no-one would listen to him. Due, to his time at the Dursley's and the lack of authoritative help Harry decided then and there that if the Hogwarts Staff would not help him or listen to him, he would leave.
But, did he want to leave the world that his parents had been part of?
As he headed back to his torture of his relatives, his arms twanged and faintly, ever so faintly and for a fleeting moment shifted to a shade of red.
(Time skip to Second Year, December 2002)
Harry was hating this year. It had barely begun but yet he was already hating it. First of all, he had been locked in his room due to a House-Elf and then his friends and performed a jailbreak which had resulted in his Uncle nearly breaking his back, as he fell out of the window whilst grabbing his (Harry's) leg as Ron, Fred and George had pulled him into a flying car. Then, there had been the fight in Flourish and Blotts with the unwanted press conference with Gilderoy Lockheart…who Harry was sure was a paedophile or a pervert. Then he had been blocked from Platform 93/4 which resulted in them flying and almost dying due to a tree.
Furthermore, Harry's attitude towards Lockheart was becoming more and more savage. Not only was Harry, sure the man was paedophile, but he was also a fraud. Now, if no-one would listen as he had heard at least five people report to McGonagall but nothing had been done.
Harry collapsed on his bed; he had feigned a stomach bug in Defence Against the Dark Arts and had gone back to his dormitory. It was October, he had been dutifully attending the lessons and had found himself wanting. No-where in any of the books did it contain any spells that Lockhart had said he had used. Harry had quickly resolved this by self-tutoring himself and it had led to the events of last night.
Just last night had been the Duelling Club and everyone had rejected him for speaking Parseltongue; the language of the Snakes. "Childe of Mine, what plaguest thou mind with such vile thoughts?"
Harry sat up right "Who are you?" In his mind, he heard the sound of grinding earth or teeth. "Friend. I am a true to thee. Get strong my friend, Thou shall accomplish great things."
"HARRY!" Harry sat up to find Neville standing over him. "McGonagall is in the Common Room…She's annoyed."
True to his word the stern Transfiguration Mistress was standing in the middle of the Common Room. "Mr. Potter, I trust your stomach ailment has been treated? Speaking of which, Madame Pompfrey has informed me that a certain group of my Gryffindors all seem to be suffering from identical ailments of stomach problems, migraines and several others. Now that in itself is not surprising but rather they all seem to occurring around Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lockheart was most concerned Mr. Potter that you were not attending his lessons and has asked me to give you a detention with him. Unless you have a valid reason."
Harry sighed and pulled out the Hogwarts Rulebook "In here chapters five and six revolve around teaching standard and student satisfaction correct?"
McGonagall nodded, she knew the rulebook more or less by heart having had James Potter and his friends in her office for one infraction or another at least three times a week. "A student may elect to self-study, if given approval by Head of House and the Head of Magical Educational Standards Committee. I applied, the references I gave were exerts from Lockheart's books and my recently grade homework from him and compared it to some of the investigative studies that I've done shirking his lesson Professor. They've given me the okay."
McGonagall bristled "But you should have…"
"Let's take this outside. I do not want any more rumours or slander being bandied around about me than anymore then I have to." Harry replied calmly.
They were out in the corridor "I don't trust you Professor. I came to you about the Philosopher's Stone last year and I ended up in the Hospital Wing trying to prevent from falling into the wrong hands. This year, no-one has intervened unless it is blindingly obvious of the name calling etc."
The facts, no emotions in Harry's voice staggered McGonagall. She nodded once "I accept that. Lockheart will want you to do his detention."
Harry shook his head "Nope. If I'm saddled with Lockheart…I'll walk. Professor, I've been in the Magical World for 1 year, I can already tell that You Need/Want Me More Than I Want/Need You. Anything else?"
"That's all Mr. Potter, although I will be expecting nothing but your best in the independent study." McGonagall said.
That was the matter dropped.
(Timeskip- Basilisk)
Harry rolled to the side as he unleashed a salvo of jinxes and hexes. The listing of the spells were listed as Third Year and commonly known for animal handling. They were meant to be reading the theory into varying classes of jinxes and hexes. There had been some examples in A Guide to Self-Protection; which whilst being rather dry in contents did have a few spells.
Harry grinned, every month he sent the results of his self-study to the Committee and received at his lowest point an Exceeds Expectations. His other Grades had made a rapid increase and he could, be expected to be averaging a high Exceeds Expectations by the end of Second Year.
The Basilisk had thrown everything out of the window. Ron, had become less a best friend and more of a good friend. The youngest male Weasley, had not anticipated Harry's desire to do well to increase so much. The pair still played Chess and Quidditch but Ron was rather happy to be lazy and slide through life, almost unconcerned and almost as if there were another set of rules that just applied to him.
Meanwhile, his eyes turned to Ginny's form and his memory flickered to Hermione, still like stone and only just about alive…This had to go, that shadow of Tom Marvolo Riddle becoming subtly but definitely more solid. Harry panted, everything he had done was for nothing and soon the man who murdered his parents would be back in the flesh. He could not let that happen.
Then out of the corner of his eyes, a plume of fire materialised. "So this is what Dumbledore sends his defender…A songbird with a hat? Let us see how the famous Harry Potter with these items fair against the Powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir to Salazar Slytherin."
"Now would be a good time for thou to use mine power, if thou request it." Rumbled the voice.
"Would be nice…Any incantation? Words?"
The voice rumbled in what could only be described as laughter "Aye, thou need to say Accelerate."
Harry shrugged "Accelerate!" Nothing happened. "Imagine putting on a gauntlet or a glove?"
This time a rustic red with jade green embedded jewelled gauntlet materialised into existence "The Sacred Gear; Acceleration Gear. It is half the strength of the 13th Longinus Boosted Gear, but does the same thing."
"Increases power? Longinus? Half a Longinus? I'm going to need more than that… I can do this." Harry thought as he felt himself beginning to speed up.
Harry dived for the hat, which the bird hastily remembered to be Fawkes hurled the hat through the air. "CATCH!" Harry raised the Accelerant Gear and metal clanged against metal it was a sword! "ACCELERATE!" He screamed and he remembered nothing else.
What happened next, Harry had no clue. He didn't remember Fawkes plucking out the Basilisk eyes, nor him stabbing the Basilisk with the sword. He didn't remember stepping into the cavernous mouth of the King of Serpents and getting one fang in the shoulder, one in the hip and one in the arm.
He vaguely remembered falling and rolling to the foot of the diary, the fangs freeing themselves from his body. "Here lies Harry Potter, defeated and broken underneath Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You only have about a minute to live."
Harry, looked at Fawkes who had wandered over and had without being noticed, dripped tears into his puncture wounds…Except they weren't wounds any longer…by Merlin it hurt though. Iodine in wounds had NOTHING on this. "Of course! Phoenix tears have healing and regeneration powers!" Tom stepped backwards, Harry lunged forwards, a fang in hand and he slammed it down into the diary.
Tom keeled over as if he had been stabbed in the gut and a ray of light appeared. The more Harry stabbed, the more the ink gushed out and the more holes appeared. With an anguished scream, Tom vanished. However, as he did so a greenish tinge of energy launched off his fading spectral outline. Harry found himself suspended in mid-air like a marionette with the sensation of someone trying to split his head open. Through one eye, in the energy he faintly saw a pair of skeletal hands and something inaudible. "Accelerate? What was that? What was said?"
"Thy name is not Accelerate…Thy name is Ddraig. As for the sensation that was Death and as for what was said 'Got you, you little shite. Thanks kid.'" Harry nodded and realised his whole body was racked with pain. Death had apparently after extracting something from him had unceremoniously dropped him on the floor.
Then with assurances to Ginny and her help and the use of the Sword of Gryffindor as particularly odd crutch they hobbled through the tunnel and with Fawkes help, they appeared in Dumbledore's office.
Harry collapsed in a chair and thankfully, the recently re-instated Headmaster seemed content to allow Harry to compose himself. Soon enough the Weasley's left "Headmaster, what I want to say is hard to explain…"
Dumbledore nodded "Have you heard of a Pensieve?" Seeing a hung head "It's an object best used to view things from another point of view." Harry, showed Dumbledore the memory and after the viewing the Headmaster was shaken, visibly shaken. The trademark twinkle gone from his eyes. In his place was the wizard that Voldemort had feared and the same man who had fought Grindlewald at the height of his colossal and borrowed powers and prevailed.
"Mr. Potter, this memory you have shown me has revealed some very unfortunate signs and portents. Next year, I will endeavour to get the best teachers for everyone. Dark times are ahead."
"Professor, do you know anyone who can teach me how to use a sword and defend myself without the usage of a wand?" Harry asked and the Headmaster nodded.
That Summer had been eventful, the Headmaster had managed to provide him with a room at the Leaky Cauldron from the weekend of the first week of the Summer Holidays. He had tutors from 7 in the morning until 9am and from 4pm until 6pm. These instructors helped to cultivate his skill in swordplay and taught him the theory for more complex magics.
(Time skip 3rd year- Where Remus goes Wolfish)
"Maximus Stupefy!" The portly, greying rattish man of Peter Pettigrew collapsed unconscious.
"Right, bind him tighter than Guy Fawkes on the rack." Sirius said, half deranged and half utterly lucid.
"You know about Guy Fawkes?" Hermione asked astonished.
"Harry's mother had me study mundane subjects if I was ever going to become Godfather. My God; the mundane population are utterly brutal. Anyway, Harry do you want to live with me once I've got my name cleared?"
"You don't even have to ask."
However, as everything goes it all went pear-shaped nearly. They had completely forgotten it was the full moon and Remus had not taken his potion. Suddenly, the Trio were trapped with an unconscious Peter Pettigrew, an awakening Severus Snape who had been knocked out earlier by the conjoined force of four consecutive Expelliarmus charms and Sirius Black who was already shifting into his Animagus form.
"Potter, Granger, Weasley grab Pettigrew and run." Ordered the sour faced Potions Master as he turned on the adult forms of childhood nemesis, all grudges set aside. Right now he needed the students and the villain safe, as much as he despised Sirius for his stunt all those years ago, he deserved a trial.
"Acc…" The word had barely formed when the gauntlet erupted, Harry grabbed Pettigrew, chucked him over his shoulder and grabbed Ron. "Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! Hermione run." With that Harry began to less run more move. He had Ron and Pettigrew in the foyer of Hogwarts when he heard a shrill scream.
"Thou might want to do something." Ddraig rumbled in his head. The pair had begun to talk over the Summer, and Harry eager for information on who he was took to the ancient dragon like a starving fool, eager for food or eager for information.
"Roar for me, dragon of my blood. Roar for me, dragon in my heart. Roar for me, DRAGON OF MY FLESH! RED DRAGON OVER-ACCELERATE!" The Gauntlet began disintegrate, stretch and slowly crawl its way over his body as he charged back down the lawn for Hermione.
Good news, Harry managed to get his armoured shoulder into his Werewolf Professor's gut and moved him away from Hermione. Professor Snape, who had been unsuccessfully trying to get the werewolf's attention grabbed Hermione and with a faint flicker of a blue aura effortlessly dragged her away.
The bad news was Lupin's claws caught Harry's forearm, just as it was armouring. It wasn't a bite, but it was going to be interesting to say the least.
Lupin left at the end of that year.
However, due to Pettigrew being captured and the Minister for Magic stared down the wands of Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall and several Aurors he had brought with him for a publicity stunt of capturing the notorious criminal was forced to exonerate the man. Harry was quickly released into Sirius's custody.
Sirius had picked Harry up at the end of the Year and took them to his family house, where they sat down and then Harry, who had bottled everything up revealed everything. It was like a dam had been released, Harry included his treatment at the Dursleys, meeting Hagrid, the ordeal of his first two years at Hogwarts and the fact no-one seemed to care about what he wanted. He divulged everything to his Godfather as they were sitting down for a meal of Pizza and Butterbeer.
"Well, it's quite simple Harry…Your parents wanted me to look out for you. Granted, I've done a pretty shit job so far and I can tell that aside from lack of self-confidence and parental love and affection you've turned into a decent young man. DO YOU want to go back to Hogwarts? If yes, I can talk to the Headmaster. If not, well there are tutors who would literally GIVE YOU an arm and a leg to teach you."
Harry looked at him "I'd like that."
Dumbledore was admittedly disappointed in Harry's withdrawal. The second one was Hermione, who once Sirius had heard about her brains and intelligence and the one who kept Harry alive to his destination, rapidly joined them.
Sirius upon his freedom had quickly taken control of both the Potter and Black fortunes and began to invest them. It appeared he had signed up to some mundane business journals and after speeding through the out of date ones. He quickly began to invest quickly and heavily; he invested in solid commodities mainly housing, cars, oils and the like and had a decent amount invested in stocks, which were remaining steady or slowly increasing.
The tutors were intense. Harry and Hermione, studied from 8am to nearly 5-6pm with three subjects a day. It was arguably the best Summer the duo had, in Harry's case best ever. Unwilling to let his Pawn slide further from his grasp than he already had, Dumbledore had slyly entered Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire and had under Sirius's supervision signed a contract with Harry that basically dragged Harry back to Hogwarts until his OWL Year at the latest.
Harry had snarled in distaste when he had found himself being summoned to Hogwarts. The tournament had proved to be a bit of a challenge, but with the tutoring he had received over the holidays and up to being summoned.
Thankfully in the contract, Sirius had slipped several clauses which basically meant Harry would have to eat and sleep at Hogwarts but his tutoring would remain the same.
(Time Jump Fourth Year in the Graveyard)
Harry, dived over a headstone as a particularly strong spell collided with it and promptly began to devour it. Harry had shaken his head, someone had set him up! He had a feeling he knew who but had no proof.
Due to that, Cedric was dead. Voldemort had his body back and now the pair were locked in a duel to the death. Harry grinned, one of the spells he learnt had been a camouflage spell so he had activated his sacred gear, and promptly concealed it's existence. Over the Summer, aside from training in spells and in swordsmanship, he had also done a lot of self-study into training with Ddraig.
He could now safely manifest Accelerate, in it's second form also known 'Second Liberation' on a whim and accelerate his body, spells and overall general power comfortably by twenty times. Ddraig had also explained that anything over ten times, they could convert it into a 'Dragon Blast' which resulted in a very, very bad day for the designated target or group of people. Especially when Harry utilised a fire based dragon blast. Harry retaliated with set of bludgeoners and blasting curses, which were either deflected or absorbed by Voldemort.
"Harry Potter, it looks like you can fight…Show me your power! Show me that you're a worthy opponent despite being a child!"
"Ddraig? Any ideas?" Harry thought as he began transferring power into his gauntlet.
"One…It is called Red Dragon Scale Mail…Our foe is most taxing."
Harry snarled and levelled his left arm "DRACO INFERNIS DRAGON SHOT!" Voldemort chuckled, but his face became one of fear as suddenly immense heat and what could only be described as a condensed beam of fire sped towards him. Puncturing, glassifying or in some cases cauterising and pycroclasting anyone in its path. Unfortunately, Nagini was one of these victims.
Harry smirked "RED DRAGON! BALANCE…BREAK! SCALE MAIL!" Voldemort could only stare in momentary shock as armour materialised out of nowhere. "We've got at most ten seconds in this form…Grab your comrade and let us be away." Harry didn't need telling twice, another dragon shot with this one being a Reducto based one inadvertently removing a Yaxley and a maiming Lucius Malfoy.
"I am really beginning to hate this world. Hopefully this Summer, I can actually learn more about being a Potter." Harry muttered as he vanished in a swirl of colour.
It would an interesting discovery to say the least.