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Harry Potter/Highschool DxD

Harry Potter/Akeno Himejima/Serafall Leviathan

I own nothing

This is my first fic in the Highschool DxD world.

Harry, gulped down a mouthful of cough syrup, his voice box hoarse. He didn't mind this particular job from Sera. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief as the thick minty herb cough syrup and the phoenix tears in his blood began to heal them. "Brilliant job."

"Do you doubt me still, Sera?" Harry replied mentally. That was one perk of being reincarnated, getting mental defences, and being given powers akin to Demi-Godliness.

"No, but I do get the feeling that you're feeling rather ragged."

"Some contract stuff. Won't talk about it because I can't talk about it and to quote Demetri 'Not losing my A-star rating'."

Serafall pouted "Boo, you're no fun."

"I'm plenty fun, just protective. Look, I've gotta dash. I'll catch you when I catch you." With that he melted away in his own teleportation sigil.

Harry appeared outside one of his contractors houses, he sniffed, Death was in the air. He knocked on the door four time "You came!"

"The moment I heard ma'am. How is he?"

The mother sighed "Badly, she is so weak and frail." Harry looked at her and Mrs. Rokuhara could see tears welling in the mysterious young man's eyes.

"Akio, said something about a person called EMIYA? She said you'd understand." Harry grinned thinly.

"I do, I must ask, where is the bathroom? I'm sorry to interrupt."

Maiya pointed and soon enough within five minutes, Harry dressed as EMIYA made his way up the spiral staircase, to the second floor. As he walked, he felt strangely as if he was walking to his own execution. He headed down the corridor to a plain door that inscribed on it 'I am the bone of my sword'.

Harry smiled at it and he knocked three times "Steel is my body, fire is my blood." It was heralded by a set of soul destroying coughs, before the next phrase could be spoken back.

Rokuhara Akio, had lost a shed-tonne of weight. In fact, she looked increasingly worse every time Harry had met her "Hey, Harry."

"Akio, you wanted to see me?"

"I did. Wanted to say thank you and say your contract with me has been completed to the highest standards. I'm dying."

Harry's face twisted into something resembling a smile, losing someone for him; it always sucked "I...worked it out, don't worry. We don't want your soul, we're hedonists not masochists. Your soul is safe with whichever religion you follow." Harry and Akio had become acquainted when Akio had activated one of Rias's flyers; Harry had happened to be in ORC. Akio had been diagnosed with cancer, unfortunately, one of the rare ones. She'd filled in the flyer out of curiosity mainly for company, to relieve stress on her mother, they'd become quite close over nineteen months. She had become one of Harry's selective 'blow off all engagements' clients. He had a soft spot for teenaged cancer victims considering he still was one. The loss of a soul were a set of bad jokes told when Harry sorted out paperwork between summoner and summoned.

"For a supposedly stoic Counter-Guardian, you're awfully sentimental."

"I hate seeing young lives robbed too soon."

Akio chuckled mirthlessly "You came, to me, when I called. You...were the last person, I wanted to see before Death came for me." As Devil and dying Human conversed; both of them felt an obscenely powerful presence as a tall imposing man materialised.

"Rokuhara Akio, thou time hath come." Rumbled the entity.

Akio looked at Harry "He's appeared as Grand Assassin?"

"Death…isn't as bad as it sounds. Death, the entity, comes as a figure you're most familiar with. Assassins, are closest to death and being the Nasuverse proficienado that you are it makes sense." Harry replied, he'd had ideas on who'd he'd like to meet, being a Devil/Phoenix/Basilisk/Demi-God/Werewolf/Dragon-Thing meant he'd have one sod of a lifetime.

Death looked at Harry "You're not going to interfere?"

"And prolong her suffering? Never! Although I'm pissed off you're here."

"As thou should be. If I could I would say I hate collecting the unlived. Fear not young Comhnoir; there will be time when even Death itself will die. Death is thine ultimate joke, thy perfect killing joke as thou would announce. Rokuhara Akio, art thou ready?"

Rokuhara Maiya had entered the room with a priest; the Devil, Priest, Mother and Daughter all looked upon the spectre of Death. Akio reached over and with Harry and Maiya's help they got her out of the bed "Harry, Kaa-san, thank you for everything. Kaa-san, on my cabinet you'll find two silver coins."

The coins felt like kilograms of poison and lava for Maiya. The coins were passed to her daughters emaciated fingers; when they began to leviate to Death. There was a snort but it felt like a cold breeze "Coins for the ferryman…Potter…"

Harry smiled impishly "The least I can do. Akio, by the last wind and tolling of the bell, I shall see you again."

"By the tolling of the bell and the last wind, I'll see you again. Death, I'm as ready as I'll ever be; is it wrong to be scared?"

"Thou hast nothing to fear. It is human to be scared of the unknown; this will be like falling asleep. Thine word has been spoken and it shall be so." With that the colossal blade on Death's back swept free, splitting reality and revealing a lush green lawn; then as a gentleman stepped across the threshold before holding out his hand. Akio took the hand and like that she was gone. In reality, Akio hadn't left her bed, the coins had been placed in her hands.

"Thank you."

Harry nodded, he nodded to the priest. The two foes stared each other down, before the priest nodded and Harry took his leave. He'd just cleared the street when a motorcyclist pulled up "You're the big bad Guardian?"

"Depends on whom is asking." Harry replied, not looking at the rider.

"Crom. Chrome Cruach is the one who asks." Before the cyclist's arm scaled over and the street brawl began. Harry had no chance to do anything as a draconic punch slammed into his chest, cracking his ribs.

"The servant of Balor." Chrome growled as he followed up with an equally savage punch. Harry reeled backwards, he should have been prepared for this. Harry activated a spell circle and dropped through the floor, Cruach turned his head as Harry's werewolf dragon boot connected solidly with his head. Chrome's head snapped backwards savagely, he dropped to the floor, as a shadow-field bloomed into existence.

"Chrome Cruach and posse… Let's get this over with." Harry rumbled before activating his Balance Breaker before shouting "ETERNAL DRAGON KNIGHT!" Reality had been disrupted with the shadow-field, it screeched even more as a sword dropped into his hand.

Cruach salivated, this was going to be fun. He hadn't received orders that he couldn't try and kill the Guardian. "Akeno, I think, I'm going to be late." This was sent as an overly large patronus that bounded seamlessly through the shadow-field.

"Come, Chrome Cruach, I trust you're familiar with Ascalon."