Longinus Harry (Harry Potter / Highschool DxD)

Generally it is assumed that a sacred gear, while sentient in and of its self due to the soul placed inside it, cannot choose its wielder. Either it is given to its wielder in the case of the sacred gears that have multiple copies, or in the case of unique gears such as the Longinus gears, the gear is randomly placed into the soul of someone with the right qualities.

However in nature there are always exceptions to the rules. In this case, the exception to the rule of the gear not choosing its wielder is exclusively held by the True Longinus, the first and most powerful sacred gear that is capable of killing gods; as well as the only one that can do so in its base form. The reason that it exceeds the rule is because the gear does not have an actual soul implanted within it, rather it contains the will of God; the creator of sacred gears.

Currently stripped down to its component Holy energy particles, the True Longinus resided in the Dimensional Gap as it choses its next wielder after decades if not centuries of inaction.

Currently it was observing a candidate named Cao Cao, the hero descendant of the original Cao Cao. It was not particularly eager to bond with the young child, as it could see that while the boy held the capabilities to wield True Longinus in battle, his soul held no true purpose and therefore would not bring out the ancient spear's true potential.

As it made one last scan around the earth for capable humans, the spear paused when it felt a ping back from a soul that it had not noticed before. The child was young, barely a year old and its parents had just died. The spear read his soul, and found itself satisfied. The boy held not only the capabilty to wield the True Longinus in battle better than Cao Cao due to his magical core; his soul was also inherently kind and its purpose was simple but uniquely pure: protect.

Immediately collecting itself into its spear form, the godkiller opened a portal into the human word and shot through it faster than the eye could see.

[Privet Drive, Surrey: England]

The rickety old headmaster of Hogwarts had just laid the boy-who-lived down on the Dursley's doorstepin a basket, and was now stood on the sidewalk gazing into the stars. He noticed a particularly bright one that seemed to be a bit more yellow than the rest and smiled, thinking it was a sign of good fortune.

"I wonder what the Centaurs would say about that." The man said before apparating away.

This action caused him to miss said 'star' appearing to grow bigger and bigger, causing a deafening boom as it broke the sound barrier. Residents of Privet Drive would never know or see what caused the noise, as just as the sound reached the ears of the streets inhabitants, the True Longinus impacted the young child just recently placed outside their door. Instead of impaling the infant however, the spear phased into its flesh, and within a second it completely bonded with his soul, dissapearing from sight.

The door to number four burst open suddenly, revealing an irritated looking short purple haired young woman. She was wearing black denim short shorts, a black tank top and a mid thigh length purple cardigan. She had a nice figure, standing at a good 5'11" with a proportionately endowed body. Some would compare her to an amazon.

She 'tch'ed as she stood on the steps, holding a wash cloth that she used to clean what looked like blood off of her hands.

"Those baboons were no help." She grumbled, throwing the cloth to the floor where it dissolved in purple flames. Looking up, she peered down each end of the street. "I sensed a wizard out here earlier, I wonder why?" She muttered. Hearing a rustling of bushes across the road, she made to step out. "Who's there?!"

"Keep it down, woman." An older looking man said, standing in a dressing gown outside his house with a mug of hot drink.

"Keep it down?" The woman said incredulously. Her face morphed into an expression of anger and she made to walk down the stairs. "I'm the great Walburga! I'll show you who should ke-woah!" She exclaimed, tripping over something and landing on her face. "Great." She sighed, lying still. After a moment she sat up, rubbing her head and looking around for what tripped her. "What was... that?" She trailed off, laying her eyes on the baby laying in the basket she had just tripped over. "No." She said, getting up.

"Wah!" The baby moaned, making the woman pause and close her eyes.

"Damn." She sighed. Turning, she slowly walked back to the baby and kneeled beside it. Taking in its appearance, she made an account. "So, male judging by the blue clothes and black hair, green eyes and pale skin." She listed. "Hmm." Closing her eyes, she tried sensing for a magical core and smirked when she found quite the unique one in the baby. "Well, now isn't this interesting." She opened her eyes and picked up the letter inside the basket.

To whomever reads this note, it seems that due to unforeseen circumstances on my part young Harry has not made it to the Dursleys and instead you have found him. I enchanted this letter to change depending on this fact.

My name is Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

If by now the letter has not burned up in your hands and I have not appeared in person, then that means you are both willing and capable enough to take care of this wonderful young man in a way that would be at least minimally acceptable to me. I thank you for this, and I wish you and young Harry the best of luck until I see him in Hogwarts when he turns eleven.

Many thanks,

Albus.

"Fuck. Stupid wizard magic telling me what I'm thinking." Walburga muttered, though her expression was a soft one. Relenting, she stood and picked Harry up, then kissed his forehead. "Come on then Harry, I suppose I had better get you to my humble lair before someone finds me out here." She muttered, dissapearing in a purple teleportation circle a moment later.

The man that had told her to be quiet a moment ago stood watching the spot where she disappeared in wide eyed shock. "I need to get some different tea leaves." He muttered, looking at his drink suspiciously.

[Eleven years later, Charring cross road.]

Looking at the legendary entrance to the English wizarding society's hub, both the Descendant of Saint Walpurga and the Boy-Who-Lived found themselves dissapointed.

"So dirty." Walburga said. The sorceress had grown her hair out, and it now flowed down to the middle of her back.

Harry sighed, he was dissapointed as well, but he wasn't as vocal about it as his guardian. Being eleven years old, Harry was just above average height for his age, with a healthy athletic build. His family's trademark messy black hair sat on his head and due to the influence of the True Longinus, over the years his eyes had slowly turned from bright green to a shining gold that captivated most people that he talked to.

Harry moved towards the door. "Come on, Walburga. You may be a former priest, but that doesn't mean you have to act mean all the time." He said, opening the door for her.

Ruffling his hair playfully, Walburga chuckled when he swatted her hand away. "Harry, I enjoy killing people. I don't even consider that cruelty, it's just how I am. And besides, it is dirty." She said. They soon found themselves inside the Leaky Cauldron, and Harry winced when he saw the dingy atmosphere and grubby tables. "Case and point." She said blankly.

Harry smiled. Walking up to the bar, he was greeted by the owner. He was quite an old man, he had balding hair and a wrinkly face, though when he smiled his teeth were in better than average condition for his age.

"Ello' there young man, I'm Tom; the landlord of the leaky cauldron. Need to get into the alley do you?" He asked.

Harry nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Tom smiled. "No problem lad. Comes with the territory." He said, gesturing for Harry and Walburga to follow him.

Harry looked at the mug in the landlord's hand. "Excuse me, Tom?"

Tom turned. "Yeah, lad?"

Harry pointed to the dirty looking bug that the man was holding. "Why do your dishes look so dirty? I mean no offense, but I thought wizards would have cleaning spells." He asked.

Tom smirked. "It's no bother." He held the mug out. "See, the mug is actually spotlessly clean, but it's charmed to appear grubby and dirty as an extra deterrent to muggles just in case the wards somehow don't work. Stand still for a sec. " Harry did so, and Tom slowly brought the mug closer to Harry. Just as it got within reach of him, the cup appeared to suddenly become spotlessly clean and shiny.

"Ah." Harry nodded. It was a neat trick, but when your guardian can incinerate entire towns with her sacred gear, small things like this become somewhat unimpressive.

Tom pouted somewhat at the small reaction, but continued leading them to the alley. They exited out the back of the pub, at which point Tom walked up to the brick wall and tapped on a few bricks with his wand. After doing so, the wall quickly unravelled, revealing the alley full of magical shops inside.

Thanking the barkeep, Harry and Walburga proceeded inside.

"Despite their utter ineptitude at the combat magic that sorcerers and the other factions use, I must admit that Wizards are quite adept at small things like that." Walburga admitted as she walked alongside Harry, her hand resting on his shoulder. She absently looked at the few unimportant stores they walked past and noted a few that she might visit at some point.

Harry smirked. "Even though those things are kind of pointless?" Harry asked.

Walburga smirked as well. "Indeed." She chuckled. "I think the first order of business is to retrieve money from the bank." She suggested.

Harry agreed, so they made their way to Gringotts, where the goblins outside the doors looked nervously at the both of them, possibly sensing the presence of the God-Killing weapons inside of them. They soon found themselves in the lobby, where they made their way to the first available teller.

"Yes?" The Goblin asked shortly, not even looking up.

Walburga rolled her eyes at the Goblin's attitude but refrained from saying anything.

"My name is Harry James Potter and this is my guardian, Walburga, I'd like to convert some pounds into galleons." Harry said. Looking up, the Goblin went wide eyed and seemed to almost choke on its tongue when it laid eyes on Harry and quickly left to go get someone else. "I thought at least the Goblins wouldn't care about my 'fame'." He sighed.

"They don't, they can sense the True Longinus in you. They act so strangely because a few centuries ago a previous wielder annihilated an entire army of Goblins like it was nothing." Walburga explained.

Harry blinked. "Really? An entire army? Woah." He breathed. He wandered if he would ever become that strong.

"Excuse me, mister Potter?"

Harry turned and saw the Goblin that had left a minute ago return with another, even older looking Goblin. "Yes?" He asked. He had a feeling where this was going.

"I am Ragnok, the president of the bank. Please accompany me to a meeting room." He said.

"No." Harry replied.

The Goblin blinked. "No? What do you mean no?" He asked incredulously.

"No usually means the declining of the request or question. If you're asking why I said no, then it's simple. I asked if I could swap some English money for Galleons, not to be taken to a meeting room to be interrogated or maybe even executed." He explained.

Four Goblin guards surrounded the duo suddenly, while Ragnok's expression changed to anger. "You will come with me, now." He insisted. The display was now attracting attention, not that the Goblins cared.

Walburga scowled lightly. "Are you threatening my Harry?" She said slowly, her voice lowering in warning. Purple flames surrounded her hands, causing the Goblins to shy away in fear.

Ragnok gulped and waved his hand, making the guards slowly back away. "N-No, of course not Lady Walburga." He gulped. He pointed at the Goblin that came to get him. "You! Serve mister Potter and his guardian immediately! Don't bother me again!" He stuttered, before hurrying off.

The now lone Goblin scurried to his desk. "Yes, of course, how much would you like to convert, mister Potter?" The Goblin asked.

They quickly made their transaction and left the bank. Not wanting to daudle, they made their way around the shops and baught all the necessary school items, not really caring about anything being sold in the alley as Walburga had infinitely more rare and valuable items as well as more powerful artifacts back at her manor.

The wand they got Harry was a Phoenix feather and Holly wand, they tuned out anything Ollivander said about the wand as Harry wasn't really planning on using it anyway; Walburga had already taught him how to externalize and manipulate his magic without a focus, so it was just for show. Also, Walburga planned to teach Harry a form of messaging magic using a conjured familiar, so he wouldn't need to get an owl.

Since it was the day of the train ride to Hogwarts, after they had made all their purchases Harry and Walburga made their way to Kings Cross.

END (This was an unfinished chapter)