The raven haired wizard sat up in panic as images of a graveyard flashed before his eyes. His breath came in erratic bursts as he felt a set of sheets slide down his naked torso. Had someone managed to find him and bring him back to Hogwarts? One glance around the room he was in brought that thought to a screeching halt.
While living with the Dursleys he had been sheltered and any individuality he felt had been crushed in order to keep him low. At Hogwarts some of his fellow dorm-mates had put up posters, Dean having had the most, but anything of a sexual nature was prohibited and they hadn't quite been bold enough to try and sneak in any pornographic material.
So it was a blow to the young wizards mind to see images of bikini clad models staring back at him from his walls. One of them was simply a girl in her bra and panties pushing herself up against a chain-link fence with her head tilted to the side and blushing.
A blush raced up Harry's body as any direction he turned all he could see were breasts, legs and ass. His eyes slowly rolled up in his head before a geyser of blood erupted from both of his nostrils and almost knocked himself unconscious. Struggling, Harry lifted himself to his feet only to feel a breeze pass between his nether region and caused him to gulp. Tentatively he reached down and felt his bare privates, exposed to the world before he quickly covered himself up.
He was in a strange place, completely lost and confused as he tried to understand what was going on around him. One minute he had been blasted by the Killing Curse and now he was in a strange bedroom of some pervert, naked, and he couldn't see his clothes anywhere.
His panic began to rise as he heard the soft steps of someone walking up a flight of stairs. Panicking he grabbed the sheet he had woken under and wrapped it around his body as his nerves skyrocketed. Who was coming? Was it the boy who owned the room? What if it was the boy's parents? Oh Merlin! They'd think he was some gay stalker or something!
His panic reached a crescendo when the door opened, revealing a woman who appeared to be around seventeen with long crimson hair. Her green eyes snapped to the messy hair boy and her lips spread in a grin. "Good morning sweetie," the red head said as she walked into the room, ignoring the wizard's obvious nudity. "You still aren't dressed for school yet," she asked innocently as she walked over to a set of drawers and began to pull out what looked like a school uniform.
His eyes followed her toward the dresser where he spotted a mirror. To his surprise his normal appearance stared back at him only without the glasses. He blinked in surprise, almost letting the sheet fall to the floor as he realized he seemed to have perfect vision. Below the mirror were pictures of him and the strange woman, only they seemed to be of him growing up from a baby to his current age while the woman remained ageless. "W... what... what the hell's going on," Harry nearly screamed as he flipped.
The woman's head snapped up to look at him in shock, her green eyes, so much like his own, were wide. "You remember," she asked in confusion. "I guess it was expected that things wouldn't go perfect," she said with a sad smile. "Hello Harry," she said standing up and giving Harry a glimpse of the grey jacket, white shirt, red tie and pink skirt that made up her school uniform. She bowed slightly at the waist seemingly in way of greet him and causing the wizard to step back. "My name is Erza Scarlet, once known as Lily Evans, your mother."
"N-N-No-No way," Harry gasped as the young woman. She looked almost nothing like the image in the Mirror of Erised his first year but why did he want to believe her?
A sudden flare of pain came slamming into his head as images and memories he knew weren't true rained down into his mind. Christmases, birthdays, his first day of school, the first time he performed controlled magic, all of it seemed to come pouring into his mind at an accelerated rate. He remembered his years at Hogwarts being almost identical to how they happened before, only now, he saw his mother, who looked old enough to be an older sister, pulling him out after the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"What the Hell," Harry demanded in shock as he stumbled back to his bed, letting the sheet fall at his feet. His green eyes were distant as he stared at the wall and tried to come to grips with what he was seeing... remembering?
Suddenly he felt two very soft orbs push into his chest as a pair of arms wrapped around him. He blinked and realized that the red head was hugging him close. "I know its confusing, but it was for the best," she whispered softly as she held him close. "I'm here now Harry and I'll never leave you again, I swear."
"M-mom," Harry whispered, tears flowing down his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around the older girl who was holding him and allowed a life's worth of grief and loneliness spill forth.
After a healthy breakfast, Harry found himself dressed and leaving his house in a new school uniform, his book-bag slung over his shoulder. Next to him was his mother, who told him to call her Nee-san or Nee-chan when in public to hide her age. As it was she was also attending the local academy, Kuoh, with him but a few years above. Today was going to be his first day of classes after having just moved to Japan and the city of Shinto Teito and he would have introduce himself to his class.
His holly wand was discreetly hidden up his right sleeve as he walked down the road, noticing a few kids his age, dressed in similar uniforms, turning their head to whisper after him and his mother. "How do I understand Japanese," Harry whispered to the attractive redhead beside him. "I've never left the United Kingdom in my life."
"Think about those memories you got this morning," Erza said softly so they weren't overheard. "I've been teaching you Japanese for years since I've been living here while you were at Hogwarts," she explained. "Don't fuss and ask questions, you'll be fine."
Harry shot her a deadpanned look at the thought of not worrying. He was in a new city in a new country and going to a new school when he hadn't studied any muggle classes since he was eleven. He was quite certain he was going to make a fool of himself. A sudden spark of thought nearly made him trip as he realized something.
"Mom, if you're here, is dad here too," he asked excitedly wondering if he'd get to meet James Potter in some new body at school as well.
His mother coughed, giving him a stern look and he gulped realizing he had forgot to call her sister in his excitement. "Your father... is around," she said with a haughty expression on her face. Turning she pointing to a massive skyscraper in the heart of the city that loomed over everything else. "He goes by Professor Minaka Hiroto now," she said with a glare at the building. "He's had more than his share of women in his new life, the filthy pig."
He blinked at the tower with the giant clock at the top in wonder. It was obvious that his mother was not happy with the way his father's second life had turned out, but maybe that meant he had brothers and sisters now! Turning to his mother and seeing she was making her way to the school he raced to catch up so he could ask.
"You do," she said softly looking at her son softly. "Both are older though and they are your half-siblings. Minato is the oldest and is your brother, his hair almost matches yours but it isn't as wild," she said with a soft grin and ruffling his hair. "Your sister Yukari goes to a private school deeper in the city. Both of them have their own apartments. I meet their mother every now and then at a coffee shop near the school. Takami is rather friendly as has sent you a present every year for your birthday and Christmas."
"That's nice of her," Harry said as thought about it. "What about Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon?"
Erza blinked and looked at the boy beside her. "They're still as nasty as ever and still in England," she said with no small amount of contempt. "They can rot there for all I care."
Before he knew it Harry was standing in front of a very modest looking muggle school. It held none of the awe that Hogwarts had, but still the air felt ripe with some sort of magic that made his whole body shiver. His eyes darted around the yard in front of the building taking in the volleyball court, a tennis court, a pool, and several large buildings surrounding the main school. Why couldn't his primary school have been as interesting as this place?
Following behind his moth... big sister, Harry noticed some of the students who managed to stand out against the crowd. A trio of boys were laying on the lawn near the sidewalk, idly watching the girl run by in their short blue shorts and loose shirts. The girls were giving the boys a wide birth and he heard his mother mutter something about the 'Perverted Trio' and how he would be grounded if he hung out with them.
Across the yard was a boy with pink hair leaning forehead to forehead with a guy with wild black hair that nearly matched Harry's own. Behind them was a girl with long white hair and what looked like a giant of a boy with similar features. A whole group of teen sat around watching the two boys argue and didn't seem to really be paying attention. One of the girls was even sneaking drinks from a flask she was concealing under her jacket, making Harry wonder if it was that good of a drink.
"Kuoh is home to several clubs and teams," Erza said before pointing to the group Harry had been watching. "That is Fairy Tail, a Magical Study and Research Club, but really its one of the great magic Guilds that broke away from the ICW. I'm part of the guild," she said raising the sleeve of her jacket up high enough for Harry to see what looked like a blue bird running on her bicep. "Our leader and Teacher sponsor is Makarov Dreyar, I'll talk to him about inviting you to the guild," she said happily.
Next she pointed to a busty teenage girl around Harry's age with hair that matched his mother's if wasn't longer. "That is Rias Gremory and beside her is Akeno Himejima, the two Princesses," she said with some aggravation at the title, though no where near as much venom as when she talked about his father. "They are President and Vice President of the Occult Research Club," she explained, leaving out the part of Rias being his new master. She didn't think he'd take to kindly to that at the moment.
"That's Sona Sitri," she continued motioning toward a girl with short black hair, square framed glasses and violet colored eyes. "She's the student council president and her best friend," she moved her finger over to the girl beside Sona, "Tsubaki Shinra is the Vice President," she said. Her eyes glanced around before landing on the pink haired teen and his argument with the black haired boy. "Those two are Natsu Dragneel and Gray Fullbuster, two of my best friends. The girl with the white hair, she said pointing, is Mirajane Strauss my best friend in the world," she said with a smile.
Harry smiled, glad that his mother would bother to take the time to explain the different groups in the school. He had always heard good things about her since he joined the wizard world, and even his new memories showed it, but in the back of his mind he had always heard Vernon and Petunia's grating voices telling him what horrible people his parents were. "Thanks Mo... Nee-san," he said carefully while scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, you are so adorable," Erza squealed, causing the boy to blush. "Now come on, lets get your schedule so I can officially walk you to your first class," she said happily as she lead her son into the school proper.
The wizard sighed as he left the school to begin to make his way home alone. His mother was staying behind to talk to her guild leader about him joining and he had his wand and the 'Point Me' spell to get home with. As he was crossing a bridge to get home, he stopped, spotting one of the boys his mom had dubbed a pervert standing on the far end talking to a girl with a different school's uniform on. Harry didn't know the boy's name, not having any classes with him, but he smiled slightly as the girl seemed happy about something.
She had raven hair that fell down to her shoulders and a pleasant enough face... wait face? Harry's eyes flew open as the girl ran straight into him, knocking them both off the sidewalk he had been standing on and down an embankment. Rolling head over heels, Harry's arms instinctively wrapped around the girl as he tried to take the bulk of the impact as they rolled off a retaining wall and onto the hard sidewalk.
Harry saw stars for a second as his eyes tried to focus. For a moment he completely forgot what had happened and his eyes adjusted as he felt a weight on his body. Glancing up, he spotted a chin leading to a very smooth and narrow neck, and looking down revealed mild bust pressing into his cheeks as they hugged his face. Startled he nearly threw the girl off but managed to control himself at the last moment. "Excuse me," his muffled voice sounded through the girl's chest, eliciting a moan. "Are you okay to stand up?"
The girl, who was roughly his age, looked down at him with dark black eyes and Harry felt a jolt go through him. It was similar to the feeling he got the first time he had seen the back of Quirrell's head after his sorting. With strength he didn't know he had, Harry and the teenage girl leaped away from each other, dropping into defensive stances.
"You... you... I can't believe one of you touched me like that," she growled as she narrowed her eyes at him. "You are so dead, Devil," she nearly shouted. In a flash she leaped into the air, her clothing vanishing in a swirl of light that was almost painful for the youth before black leather wrapped around her breasts that had swelled considerably, and another strap clasped around her waist in a thong while thigh high boots appeared on her legs. "I'll cleans you from this world," she said as a pair of black wings, like a raven or crows, erupted from her back.
"Devil," Harry demanded as his wand slid into his hand. "I'm not the one with black wings lady," he pointed out as he raised his wand. "What are you anyway? Some sort of Veela? A dark witch?" His eyes narrowed as he pointed his wand a little straighter. "You work for Voldemort don't you?"
"Voldemort," she asked looking at Harry closer. Her eyes widened when she saw the scar on his brow and her wings beat in surprise, blowing a cool breeze across his face. "Harry Potter? No. No. No," she said as she clenched her arms to her chest and wriggled her butt in denial. With surprising speed she was on him, her arms wrapped around the back of Harry's head while she buried his face into her impressive cleavage. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry," the winged woman said. "It was all my fault!"
'What the hell was going on,' was the only thought running through Harry's mind as he tried to break free from the weird girl... no woman's grip. As if today hadn't been weird enough, waking up in some new place with mother who went to school with him, a father who was a CEO of some major corporation, and learning he had half-siblings, but now he was being suffocated by some winged woman with giant breasts! As a fourteen year old boy, Harry couldn't tell if this was an amazing way to die or like the rest of his life, just plain weird.
"Sorry," the woman said as she released him. "I'm Raynare," she introduced herself. "I was supposed to be your Guardian Angel growing up but... I failed," she continued, a thundercloud appearing over her head. "I couldn't get through the wards at Privet Drive and I sort of... fell," she admitted motioning her head to her black wings. "Plus, well, now your a devil," she finished sadly.
"I'm not a devil," Harry said agitated as he crossed his arms and glared at the apparent fallen angel. "I'm a wizard. Stop calling me..." he trailed off as his eyes caught sight of his shadow in the setting sun. A pair of what looked like wings were stretching from other side of his shoulders and he swallowed hard at the thought. Turning his head slowly he spotted the bat-like protrusions on his back and nearly screamed in terror. "Merlin's Left Nut," he said loudly.
Of all the things he thought a fallen angel would do, giggling was not one of them. Turning his glare on her she made a cooing sound and grabbed his cheek. "Poor little Harry, a devil and didn't even know," she said with an evil gleam. "I wonder when they got to you... Oh well, your Oneesan will just have to go back to her old job," she said excitedly as she jumped at him. His shocked face turned red as she felt her arms wrap around his neck and her legs around his waist as she nuzzled into his neck. "Ray Ray has to take care of a little problem then she'll never leave you again," she cooed, COOED, at him.
"This so exciting," she said as she released him. Her hand went to her chin as she thought, ignoring Harry's sputters behind her. "I know, I'll do my job, and then I'll move my stuff to your place," she said excitedly. "Then we'll never be apart again! Plus as a Devil you can live almost as long as I do! I need to go get ready and report my mission to my boss, but I'll see you again soon," Raynare finished. Out of nowhere she grabbed Harry's face and placed a massive, heated kiss on his lips that nearly tore the breath from his lungs. Just as he closed his eyes to enjoy the kiss, he felt her body heat vanish.
He was so stunned by the kiss he stood there for a few moments, his lips moving against air before he heard something up above. Blinking, he turned his head to the sky to see a girl falling toward him. He turned his head to look for the fallen angel again before what he saw clicked in his mind. Twisting his head to the sky again his green eyes flew open as a girl came hurtling through the air, a white gi with red stitching and a pink corset with yellow strings and a red skirt flashed in his vision as he looked at the brown haired missile.
"Get out of the way, please," the girl's panicked voice sounded as she saw her shadow fall over the boy below. His green eyes only got wider as she came at him like a missile. "Please, move from there," she called out again but it was too late. With a resounding crash, she slammed, head first, into his stomach, making him fold up as she inadvertently tackled him to the ground in an explosion of cement and dust.
Groaning, Harry lifted his head to see just what damage had been done to his poor body when he froze. Sitting on his chest was the most wondrous backside he had ever seen, complete with a pair of white panties only inches from his face. His jaw fell open as he stared at the woman on top of him, wondering just what sort of life he was going to be living now, when the girl suddenly sat up, her panty clad rear pushing against his face as she slammed his head back into the cement.
"Ah, it was too high to jump from after all," the girl said in a feeble voice that barely reached Harry's ears from his place between her thighs. Without a glance down the girl suddenly climbed off the wizard-turned-devil and made her way back to her feet allowing him to gulp down lung fulls of air. As she turned around Harry could see her brown eyes and the soft features of her inescapably pure face and felt himself go red. "Thank you very much," she said with a smile. "You caught me didn't you?"
"If that's what you want to call it," Harry muttered. He suddenly found himself once again wedged between a heavy pair of breasts as the woman dived on top of him, slamming his head into the concrete once more. An explosion sent the two of them skidding across the sidewalk. As the busty girl climbed off him, he spotted what looked like a pair of twins, dressed similarly to how Raynare had looked just moments before, one in black and the other purple. Lightning crackled around the black clad woman's fist as she glared down at them.
"There is no use running," the black clad woman said as she watched the two of them.
"Fight with us," her obvious sister said from just slightly behind her.
The girl who had crashed into Harry stood straight and proud, glaring at the twins as she put her hands on her hips. "I won't fight yet," she answered them.
Harry stared as the two women sparked electricity around their fingers and leaped off the top of the roof, obviously not taking no for an answer. He then felt a gloved hand take his and turned his head to see the girl who had been on top of him take his hand in hers. "Hey wai-" was all he managed to get out before she took off, dragging him along behind her. With a deep sigh, Harry resigned himself to what was obviously his new life. Shocks, surprising, and girls with big breasts slamming his head into the concrete.