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xXx Harry Potter and the House of Sitri xXx
xXx Arc 02: Jibril / Ch. 03: Welcome to Hogwarts xXx
xXx Gryffindor Boys Dormitory xXx
xXx Friday, November 21st, 2003 xXx
xXx 1000 Local Time xXx
"Finite Incantatem!" the stern voice of Professor Minerva McGonagall broke through the silencing ward that Harry had erected around his bed instantly shocking both himself and the warm feminine body pressed into his side into full wakefulness.
Once they were both fully aware of the Deputy Headmistresses presence looming over them, she intoned, "Mister Potter, perhaps you would be kind enough to explain to me, why you are skipping one of my classes? And while you are at it, you should also explain to me why there is a naked young woman in your bed, one whom I do not recognize."
Harry sighed, he should have seen this coming, "Ah, forgive me Professor, it completely slipped my mind, due to how tired I was, that it was your class that was first on my schedule for today. However I feel it necessary to remind you that Triwizard Champions are permitted to skip classes if it is done in order to help them in their efforts to win the tournament."
"And just what does having a lay in have to do with helping you win the tournament, Mister Potter?" Minerva questioned.
"He is recuperating from having been awake for the past twenty four hours, for which I am partially to blame, ma'am," Jibril stated in a tone of voice that said that she really didn't think this discussion was even worth having.
"I'm sorry, but who are you, and why are you in Mister Potter's bed without a stitch of clothing on?" Minerva asked Jibril.
"I am Harry-kun's Queen in his Peerage," Jibril stated loftily.
"Peerage?" Minerva asked with a level of confusion.
"Professor, are you not aware of my lineage? I know for a fact that the Headmaster is aware of this information," Harry stated.
"I'm not sure what you are talking about, Mister Potter. I know your mother was an incredibly bright Muggleborn student and that your father was the heir to a rather prestigious Pureblood family, but what else could there be?" the Professor asked.
"Oh this will be fun," Jibril smiled. She had eventually gotten the old man to give her the full explanation of the situation, and it had been interesting to watch Harry's reactions to the situation.
"Tell me Professor, what do you know of the House of Sitri?" Harry questioned.
"I am unaware of any Wizarding family by that name," Minerva stated matter of factly.
"That is because it is not a Wizarding family. It is one of the 72 Pillars of the Underworld, and it is the family to which the name Potter is a pseudonym for," Harry explained, "My older sister is Serafall Leviathan. Do you realize how bad of a political situation that the British Wizarding World is in, because she has been denied access to me for over a decade?"
Minerva blinked repeatedly, as she processed this new information, "I knew it! I knew I was going to regret allowing Albus to leave you with those Muggles. I am terribly sorry for my mistake Mister Potter, if there is anything I can do to make that up to you, please let me know. For now, I will simply excuse you from classes. I would excuse your Queen, but I doubt I need to as she clearly isn't a student at the current time."
Jibril smiled and said, "I don't really think it would be fair to your actual students for me to attend classes. I am leagues more intelligent than any being you have ever encountered has likely had any right to be."
"What do you mean by that?" Minerva questioned.
"Um… Professor… I know it is normally rude to ask a woman her age, but humor me and ask her," Harry said while biting his lower lip.
Minerva frowned, as she sighed deciding to humor her student, "Very well, young miss, how old are you?"
"Why does everyone keep calling me young?" Jibril asked with a pout, "I'm over six thousand years old, I haven't been young in millenia."
"I think it is because you look incredible for your age dear," Harry said with a lopsided grin.
"Oh your good, Mister Potter. You hang onto him Miss. He has a lot of other women chasing after him," Minerva stated.
"Oh, well as long as they are either members of his Peerage, his family, or his family's peerages, I don't particularly mind. Anyone else though… well they will have to get the approval of the aforementioned individuals before they have a shot," Jibril stated.
"You don't have issues with him having that sort of a relationship with his sister?" Minerva questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Why would I?" Jibril questioned.
"It is unusual to say the least, but not unheard of. Now I am afraid that I must be off. I have to get back to my other students. Oh and Miss… I suggest investing in some pajamas if you plan on continuing to bunk with Mr. Potter. Otherwise you might cause issues with the other boys that share this room," Minerva stated as she left the room.
"Oh pooh, I hate night clothes," Jibril pouted.
"Do you actually even need sleep?" Harry questioned.
"No, not really. But it is a fun way to pass the time," Jibril acknowledged.
xXx Hogwarts Great Hall xXx
xXx Saturday, November 22nd, 2003 xXx
xXx 0700 Local Time xXx
Harry had spent the entire day and night relaxing with Jibril resting comfortably at his side. However, he instinctively knew that he would need to put in an appearance today or else rumors of one sort or another would start up, if they hadn't already.
It probably wouldn't help the rumors that Jibril was going to make her debut into the Wizarding World today, and for whatever reason, she had adamantly refused to wear any of the robes that Minerva had helpfully sent care of House Elf for her to wear, instead opting to retain her default and rather revealing outfit.
Fortunately one of the nifty tricks that came with her now being a Devil, was that she could, with a minimal amount of effort, conceal both her halo and her wings. Otherwise this entire situation might have gotten a lot more complex. Harry had no doubt that some Pureblood bigot would try to label Jibril a Dark Creature, despite the fact that she most closely resembled an Angel, even if she was technically now a Devil.
The irony was that no matter what she tried, Jibril still hadn't managed to sprout traditional Devil Wings. And the Allfather knows she had tried repeatedly. That was apparently another thing, Harry could no longer invoke references to the Biblical God for whatever reason, ever since accepting his King Piece, without getting massive headaches.
Of course after years of exposure to the Dursley's these headaches were nothing but a mild irritant at best. Still it wasn't a good idea to annoy someone with the potential to smite him for his impudence.
As the duo entered the Great Hall, Harry idly noted that it seemed everyone at the School, including the visiting students had already arrived at the hall ahead of them. At the Gryffindor Table, he saw Ginny Weasley's head smack down onto the table as soon as she had seen them. Internally he sighed and muttered, "Oh, that won't be good."
"Harry-kun, who is the pretty blue-bird approaching us?" Jibril questioned him.
That shocked Harry out of his thoughts as he turned to see what she was talking about just as a bright purple ball of fire came flying towards his face. There was simply no time to dodge the fire and Jibril was also caught completely by surprise.
However before the fire could so much as touch him, it was completely snuffed out by the temperature of the air through which it was traveling dropping to a level that made it completely impossible for anything to continue burning without being a Fusion Reaction.
"The hell?" Harry questioned.
A dreamy sounding voice spoke up in the silence that had descended on the Great Hall, "Harry Potter, you are the wielder of the Sacred Gear known as Absolute Demise. Congratulations on being awarded the honor of being one of the thirteen deadliest people on Earth. Oh and Miss Delacour, try not to kill or maim the guy who planned on asking you to the Yule Ball, if you please."
Everyone's attention had initially shifted to the blonde waif who was speaking, but immediately shifted back to the girl with blue feathers who was very rapidly losing said blue feathers, which revealed the fact that this was in fact, Fleur Delacour, and that she was blushing quite massively at the implications of what the blonde waif had just told her.
"Harry-kun, you'd best deal with that. I'll save you a seat at the Gryffindor Table… which one is the Gryffindor Table?" Jibril questioned, "Oh, I see… it's the one with the girl who has porridge all over her face…" and with that Jibril walked off.
Harry sighed as he walked over to Fleur and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "So… um yeah, I think you and I need to have a talk. And that we need to do so somewhere that isn't so crowded. Whoever that other blonde was, she kind of made a spectacle of everything, didn't she?"
Fleur nodded her head and started walking towards the doors of the Great Hall. Harry fell into step beside her.
Once they were in a more private area, Harry started off by asking, "First things first, I wasn't aware there was going to be a ball… and while I am admittedly more comfortable with her, Jibril isn't the sort of person who I would consider taking to a ball. She considerably lacks the necessary social graces not to completely embarrass everyone present merely for her own enjoyment."
Harry took a centering breath before continuing, "With that said, my only other options would have been to ask either Hermione, who is basically someone I consider to be my older sister in all but blood, or Ginevra Weasley who after everything that has been revealed to me over the past forty-two hours… I would sooner hex than dance with. So I guess what I am trying to say is…"
"Miss Delacour, will you go to the ball with me?" Harry got it out, and he was proud of himself for that.
Fleur gave him an absolutely dazzling smile and said, "Oui, I will."
"Oh good," Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"You know 'arry, you are probably now the first boy to ask a girl to the dance, as until Miss Lovegood made 'er announcement only Cedric, Viktor and I knew about the dance. Though I must admit, I am puzzled, 'ow can you not know about the dance. The champions were supposed to be informed by their 'eadmasters or in my case 'eadmistress." Fleur stated in an amused tone of voice.
Harry sighed, "Yes well, here's the real rub. Apparently Headmaster Dumbledore is playing some sort of elaborate game with my life. I can't really tell you more than that… unless that is… unless you were willing to… join my Peerage."
Fleur gasped, "Does that mean that you are a Devil?"
"Half-Devil, actually," Harry stated.
"Oui, that makes sense. That is the only way to explain you 'aving a Sacred Gear," Fleur commented. She paused momentarily. "I will need to consult my mère before I am able to give you a decision on something like this. If it were only my decision though, I would accept, but considering my station among the Veela, I must ask permission."
"If it helps her decide, inform her that I am apparently the younger half-brother to Serafall Leviathan, and that she is very eager to meet me and my Peerage when we finally arrive in the Underworld," Harry stated.
"The Maou Leviathan? Wow, 'arry, you live up to the reputation those books built for you," Fleur commented in a slightly awed tone of voice.
Harry snorted, "Trust me when I say this, those books don't do me nearly enough credit."
"You'll 'ave to explain that to moi sometime. However, if you will excuse moi, I need to go place a fire call," Fleur dipped a curtsy as she headed off in the direction of the section of the Castle that was serving as the temporary office for Headmistress Maxime.
Once she was out of eyesight, Harry sighed once again. It took incredible willpower not to succumb to that allure of hers, which she had not restrained at all. She had clearly been testing him, and had been happy with the results.
With that realization tucked away, Harry returned to the Great Hall and found his Queen in a staring contest with his best friend, while the two of them completely ignored his former best mate.
Walking up to them, Harry cautiously inquired, "Jibril, Hermione, what are you two fighting over?"
"We're not fighting!" Hermione squeaked out in surprise at having been caught in her stare off and immediately looked away from Jibril with a massive blush on her face.
"I win!" Jibril stated humorously.
"What are you on about?" Harry questioned.
"Oi, Harrikens, your new friend and 'Mione here were engaged in the age old contest of determining who the alpha female in your life was going to be," Fred Weasley stated as he slapped Harry on the shoulder.
"W-what? Hermione?" Harry questioned.
"Okay… so I admit it… I've had a crush on you ever since you saved me from that troll in our first year… and don't you even start Ron. You were only there because Harry dragged you along." Hermione stated in a rushed tone of voice.
"I… I don't know what to say…" Harry admitted.
"Well… you had already been planning to ask her to join us, weren't you, Harry-kun? I have no issues with sharing, so I don't see what the big issue is," Jibril admitted. This had the result of causing many people to gawk at her in surprise.
"I suppose I should have warned people… Jibril has a complete and utter lack of tact," Harry admitted sheepishly.
"Jibril… I know I have heard that word before…" Hermione muttered.
"Probably because it is the Arabic word for the name Gabriel," an elderly male voice stated from just behind Harry, "And I must say, that is a rather interesting choice of clothing, Miss Jibril. Now, do you have a surname?"
Jibril hummed in thought for a moment before shrugging, and looking up at the man who was obviously Headmaster Dumbledore, "Sitri."
And just like that all color drained from the face of the Headmaster, "I… I see. Mister Potter, I suppose this means that I can assume you are now aware of your true heritage?"
"I am… and to quote one of my older sisters… or at least according to Old Man Zelretch it is something she might say in a few years… 'If my Onee-sama, the Maou glitters, then this small country would be destroyed many times over.'"
"Which country was that in reference to, Harry?" Hermione questioned.
"Japan."
Hermione's eyes widened massively, "Headmaster, I am unsure if you are aware of this fact, but the area of Japan is 377,944 square kilometers. Meanwhile the area for just Scotland and England is 229,848 square kilometers. Harry, I'm not all that learned on the Japanese language… but does Onee-sama refer to what I suspect it refers to?"
"It is a respectful way of referring to one's older sister," Jibril commented.
"ALBUS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" a loud voice shrieked from directly behind the old man startling the daylights out of everyone present at the table.
"Ah… Bathsheda… to what do I owe your… rather… loud presence this morning?" the Headmaster inquired.
"I just received a call over the Floo from the last person I ever expected to receive a Floo Call from at any point in the future. I don't suppose you happen to know who called me? Considering the direction of the conversation I just happened to hear the tail end of?" Bathsheda Babbling inquired of the old man.
"I haven't the foggiest idea, my dear," the Headmaster admitted.
Harry smiled and said, "It was either Serafall… which is unlikely as she is apparently a ditz of epic proportions, and would probably need someone to hold her hand each and every time she tried to make use of such a device… or it was Sona… which is again unlikely as she is currently attending to her education in a Muggle School… or, there is one other person who holds a vested interest in me who would have a reason to contact someone who is not one of my current Professors…"
"I see you figured it out, Harry. Yes, Lily, who is not as dead as we have been led to believe, contacted me in order to remind me that I agreed to be your Godmother and that I failed in my duties. I was completely and utterly perplexed because I couldn't remember being sworn in or even agreeing to such a situation. So again, the question is, what did you do, Albus?"
"What makes you assume I did anything, my dear?" the Headmaster questioned.
"Because you are the only person who has motive, opportunity, and the means to pull something like this off… well there is also Snape. But he lacked any motive that I could perceive," Beth stated acerbically.
"You might as well admit to whatever game you are playing Albus. It seems someone has gone to extraordinary lengths to force you into a situation where you will have to," Minerva commented as she came up to the table.
"If Mister Potter's family is this earnest to see him. Then they will be allowed to see him. I cannot deny them that any longer. I will make the necessary arrangements," Albus stated.
"Oh, and Headmaster. As I am sure you are aware. The rules of the Triwizard Tournament make allowances for members of one of the 72 Pillars who are chosen as a Champion in the Tournament. One such allowance is that their Peerage is permitted to participate alongside of them. As such, Jibril will be joining me in the tasks," Harry commented.
Dumbledore sighed saying, "As you wish, Mister Potter. I am afraid, I now have a monumental amount of paperwork that I need to go deal with. So if you will excuse me…"
Everyone nodded and he walked off. As soon as he was gone, Hermione turned her eyes back to Harry, "I'm not particularly well versed in Japanese… but I know what the word Maou means, Harry… just what is going on?"
"Follow Jibril and I, Hermione, we have some rather startling stuff to tell you, and an offer to make you," Harry stated as he turned to walk away. Jibril immediately got up and grabbed his arm stuffing it between her breasts as she took her place at his side. Blushing at the display, Hermione got up and followed them out of the room, only grunting in annoyance when Ron got up and followed them out of the hall.
xXx Chapter End xXx