Dis Lexics vault of Secrets Chapter 10: A Devilish Inheritance, a x-overs fanfic

Dis Lexics vault of Secrets

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Hi hi de hi, and welcome back to the Vault! Now its time to delve back into the works of DXD with my answer to DZ2s Lilys secret challenge, rules below.

Okay, so this is another of my 'big FFN Cliché' challenges, but I think it might just work if done right;

DZ2's 'Lily's Secret' Challenge

Plot: Lily Evans was no Muggleborn, she was a Pureblood of an old, forgotten line: following the Triwizard Tournament, Harry learns about this forgotten line.

Rules: Light, Grey, Dark or Evil Harry Grey

Lily's Pureblood family CANNOT be a canon family, but can have ties to them e.g. her family has a tie to the Blacks/Riddles/Founders etc. Phenex

Lily's real family line must possess a rare/forbidden/forgotten piece of magic as a natural inheritance e.g. Runic/Blood Magic, Shadow Magic, Elementals, Beast Command etc. Immortality, Pyrokinesis, Aerokinesis

James was unaware of this line, but one other member of the HP universe knew and is an ally of Harry's Hermione as she is a half breed. Of what? well, you'll have to wait and see.

When he claims the forgotten line, Harry MUST somehow change in appearance e.g. height, build, eyes etc. Eyes turn blue

All members of Lily's line have a familiar

Harry can either claim his line through emancipation or rite of passage e.g. coming into his line on his 15th birthday His Phenex genes activate

The Order of the Phoenix must NOT rescue Harry from Privet Drive: instead, he runs away to the ancestral home of his Mother's line.

One person usually a villain/bashed must be Harry's ally e.g. Umbridge, Ron, Ginny, Trelawney etc. Ginny as a Pawn

All Pairings are welcome

Guidelines: Lily's line is one of Creature Magic/Inheritance Devil/Phoenix

Crossovers Highschool DXD

As part of his emancipation/rite of passage, the Horcrux in Harry is destroyed Yep

A Second Prophecy is made concerning the forgotten line No

When he returns to Hogwarts for his newest year, Harry somehow gets resorted maybe

The Founders, the Triad or other such ancient forces of magic get involved with Harry's new line no

Lily returns as a spirit/familiar to aid her son with his coming of age no

Forbidden: Harry serving Tom: equals or not at all

Whatever his line is, Harry MUST be the same affinity e.g. if it's a dark line, Harry must succumb/submit to the power

Harems Since this is DXD, that isn't really possible considering Harrys relatives have Harems anyway.

The Order taking Harry to Grimmauld

Dumbledore gaining Harry's allegiance, but they CAN work together for a common goal.

Other than that, it's up to you...

This time though Harry is a member of the Phenex Clan.

A Devilish Inheritance

Harry Potter lay on his bed in Number 4 Privet drive, panting for breath as he felt his body heat up once more. Since the end of his fourth year and the start of the holidays, the young wizards body temperature had been gradually increasing, coming to ahead on the day before his 15th birthday, rendering Harry unable to move as his body seemed to burn itself from within. It was currently 11:55 pm on the 30th of July, just five minutes before Harry turned 15.

"What the hell is happening to me?" he gasped, steam emerging from his cracked lips.

The seconds ticked by, each one heralding another increase in temperature of the Boy-Who-Lives body, to the point that his sweat was literally steaming of him, his skin was lobster red and the sheets under his body were beginning to smolder. Somewhere in the distance, a clock began to chime.

Dong

On the twelfth chime, Harrys eyes snapped wide open and his mouth gaped in a soundless scream of agony as his body burst into flame. Within seconds, the boy was reduced to ashes and the fire snuffed out, leaving no damage apart from a Harry shaped pile of ashes. For hours the room was still, Harry having sent Hedwig off hunting, until the sun began to leak between the closed curtains, its rays probing at the ashes like fingers. As it did, the ashes shifted. Like a vampire rising from his coffin, Harry Potter slowly sat up from beneath the ashes his body had been reduced to, but this Harry was different. Gone was the scrawny brat and the bright green eyes of his mother. Instead, the boy was now covered in lean muscles and had dark blue eyes that blinked blearily as if awakening from a deep slumber. The young wizard let out a loud yawn and stretched, before glancing at his clock and clambering out of bed, heading to the bathroom to perform his morning rituals as if he hadn't been immolated the night before. It was as he was cleaning his teeth that he noticed the changes he had undergone and spat the toothpaste all over the mirror in shock.

"What the hell?" he muttered, examining his new colouration, "What's happened to me?"

Eventually, the teen headed back to his room, intending to write to Sirius to ask about the change. When he arrived in his room, he was pleased to see Hedwig had come back and, after greeting the bird with a quick stroke, sat down at his desk to write to his Godfather.

Dear Sirius,

I hope this letter finds you well, or at least better than I am while stuck at the Dursleys (hint hint). Seriously, how much long am I going to be stuck here?

But I'm not writing to complain about my living arrangements, but rather something that has happened that has me a little confused. Since the start of the holidays, I have been running a minor fever, not enough to worry about, just a little hot. However, in the last week, my temperature increased to the point of evaporating my sweat and now I wake up on my birthday with no fever and find that my eyes have changed colour. Is this some weird magical maturity thing that no one thought to tell me about or is it something else?

Also, can you please give me some idea as to when I'm getting out of here?

Love

Harry.

Harry folded the letter and gave it to Hedwig who hooted and took off out the window.

Later that day saw Harry sat in the park brooding as he watched kids playing happily on the roundabout and climbing frames and were called away one by one as the sun began to set, painting the sky a magnificent combination of gold and red, making it seem like the entire sky was ablaze. Unfortunately, the pieces was not to last as a group of teens entered the park, laughing and horsing around with a cloud of smoke following them. Harry let out a sigh as one of the kids spotted him sitting on the swing and pointed him out to his grossly overweight leader who immediately lead his sycophants over to where Harry was sitting.

"Well well, look what we have here lads, if it isn't little Potty," drawled Dudley as he approached.

"Hey there Big D," said Harry, "Beat up another 10 year old?"

"This one deserved it," said the overweight boy.

"Hmm, six against one, how very brave," drawled Harry.

"Well at least I'm not afraid of my pillow," retorted Dudley in an attempt to save face, "Every night, moaning, 'Don't kill Cedric!' who's Cedric then, your boyfriend?"

"Shut up," growled Harry quietly.

"HES GOING TO KILL ME MOM!" yelled Dudley mockingly as his friends laughed, "Where is your mom Potter? is she dead?"

"I said SHUT UP!" yelled Harry, shooting to his feet, his hands curling into fists.

As he did, the air around him seemed to heat up and his hands began to smoke ominously. Unfortunately, the gang of bullies had no idea the inferno they were feeding and continued to laugh and mock the young Wizard. Only Dudley seemed to notice the change in Harry and, while he laughed along with his friends, it was more than a little forced as he eyed his cousin wearily. Fortunately, the bullies seemed to bore of there taunting before Harry could explode and do something stupid and left to go find another 10 year old to bully. Harry watched them go, before falling back onto the swing with a sigh, allowing himself to relax.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

Harrys head snapped up and saw man stood in the gate of the park. He was a tall man and was clad in a grey trench coat, white gloves and a matching grey fedora.

Harry gulped and stood from his seat, his muscles tensed to run, his body shaking in fear at the sight of the man.

"Whats going on?" thought the Wizard, "Why won't my body stop shaking?"

"Well, isnt this unfortunate, me running into you that is," said the man, moving forwards into the park.

Harry moved to take another step back, only to find himself flying through the air to land on the far side of the roundabout, nearly 10 feet away.

"What the? I meant to back up a little, not jump!"

"Looking for a way out?" growled the stranger.

Harry gulped and took another step back, before turning and sprinting away from the park.

"What the hell is going on?" thought the boy as he ran, "How can I be this scared of one man when I have faced down a Dragon, a Basilisk and a horde of Dementors?!"

Suddenly, Harry noticed black feathers falling from above him, making him crain his head back to see where they were coming from. What he saw made his eyes widen in shock. Flying above him, carried on black feathered wings and easily keeping pace was the strange man who was chasing him. The man scowled and flapped his wings, shooting forwards to land in front of the fleeing Wizard, forcing him to stop.

"Such cowardice, I can't abide lower class beings," hissed the man.

"N-no way, theres no way this can be real," whispered Harry.

"Now lets see, it appears that your friends and master are nowhere to be found," said the man, holding out his hand, "You don't appear to be trying to teleport nor are any magic circles being deployed. Therefore I shall assume that you are nothing but a Stray, is that correct?"

Green light began to gather in the mans hand, before a spear made of emerald green light appeared in his grip.

"And that will mean, Killing you won't be a problem!"

The man drew back his arm to throw his Light spear, only for Harry to whip out his wand and cast the first spell that came to mind.

"Portago!"

The shield spell shimmered into existence around him, just as the man threw his weapon. Unfortunately for Harry, the spear passed straight through the shield and pierced his stomach. Harry let out a cry of pain and fell backwards, blood pouring from both his stomach and mouth as his body began to burn.

"W-what the hell is this?" thought the boy as he tried to curl up against the pain, "This hurts worse than the Cruciatus Curse!"

He tried to grab the spear and pull it out, only for his hands to begin to burn and steam as soon as they came in contact with the light construct.

"Hurts doesn't it?" asked the man as he approached, "Light is a deadly poison to your kind, burning you from within. I thought I'd finished you off, but it seems you're quite the tough one."

Harry yelped as the spear vanished, allowing more blood to pore from the hole in his gut.

"But don't worry, I'll put you out of your misery shortly!"

The man created another spear and raised it above his head.

"Oh crap, this is it!" thought Harry as he watched the man raise the deadly weapon, "I'm really gonna die here! Someone, help me please!"

Before the man could bring down the weapon, a blast of fire suddenly shot across the park and slammed into the man, sending him tumbling.

"What did you just do you little shit?!" growled the man as he got to his feet, only to be distracted as an orange light appeared, "And what the hell is that?"

That was a magic circle that spewed a large amount of fire as a tall, middle aged man with dark blond hair and blue eyes appeared. He was dressed in a suit that looked like it cost more than Vernon made in a decade.

"Good evening," said the strange man, "Lovely night for a walk, isn't it, Fallen Angel?"

"Who...is that?" whispered Harry as darkness began to encroach on his vision.

"I'll teach to to meddle where you don't belong, Devil scum!" snarled the Fallen Angel, summoning another spear and throwing it at the Devil, only for it to be deflected as a young man with dark hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes dropped down and blocked with the sword he held in his hand. The swordsman was clad in a pair of khaki combat trousers and a white vest, with a set of dog tags around his neck.

The Fallen Angel caught the spear and glared at the Devils that stood before him as the Knight took a stance with his sword, a slight smirk on his face. Before anything else could be done though, a sudden light drew everyone's attention to where Harry was laying as flames began to spew from the hole through his gut, the injury healing at a rapid rate.

"What, immortality?" asked the Fallen One, "But that means…"

"Hes a member of the House of Phenex," said the blond man, "A pure blooded Devil."

"Then your…"

"My name is Richard Phenex," said the Devil King, "And you are?"

"Heh, who knew that this town was under the control of the second Heir to the great House of Phenex," said the Fallen Angel, "So hes a part of your household?"

"You could say that," said Richard, "Just know that if you touch him then you will get no mercy from me."

"I apologise for the misunderstanding," said the Fallen Angel, "But it is unwise for you to allow members of your house to run around alone. Next time hes out for a stroll he may run into someone less cordial than myself."

The Fallen One spread his wings and took to the sky.

"My name is Daniel, I pray that we do not meet again."

"Oh my, this is impressive," said a new voice as a beautiful blond haired woman with sparkling blue eyes appeared over Harrys prone form, "Hes already beginning to recover."

The woman was dressed in a white, knee length dress with black fur around the collar and a heart shaped piece cut out just above her navel and slits up the sides to allow for freedom of movement and showing of her legs. She was also wearing black, high-heeled leather boots that extended up to her thighs and simerly designed leather gloves.

"Well he is a member of the House of Phenex," said the swordsman, his blade vanishing with a green flash.

"True, but not even Lord Phenex could recover this quickly from a Spear of Light," said the woman.

"Ariana, Tom thats enough," said Richard, as the swordsman opened his mouth, "Administer the Tears so we can get him out of here."

"Yes sir," said Tom, pulling something out of his pocket and tossing it to Ariana.

Ariana caught the object and pulled Harry's head onto her lap, pouring the contents of the small vial into his mouth, massaging his throat to help him swallow.

"Now, lets get him home so he can be comfortable and so we can talk to his guardians. Tom, pick him up."

"What? Why me? Wouldnt it be better to call Amimon for the heavy lifting?"

Richard just glared at the Knight who quickly backed down and picked Harrys limp body up, grumbling under his breath.

In the Dursley Household, everything was normal, just like Vernon liked it. Dudders had come home 10 minutes ago, the Freak was still out and there was plenty to moan about on the news. However, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered as the doorbell rang. Vernon sighed and heaved himself to his feet, moving to answer the door, grumbling about people not knowing not to call after 8:00pm. The obese man opened the door, all ready to yell at the person on the doorstep, only to pause as he took in the scene before him. Stood on his doorstep was a group of three people, one of whom had a fourth person slung over his shoulder. While Vernon didn't recognise the younger man and woman, he certainly recognised the man in the suit at the front as his father-in-law.

"Mr Evans, this is a surprise," said the fat man, inwardly sweating. His wife's father had never been quiet about the fact he really didn't like Vernon in the slightest.

"Indeed," said the blond Devil, regarding Vernon like one would a rather large pile of dog muck.

"Please, come in," said Vernon, stepping aside to allow the older man and his companions in.

"Who is it dear?" asked Petunia, coming in from the sitting room, only to freeze at the sight of Richard, "Oh, its you."

"Yes, it is indeed me," said Richard, apparently amused at the venom in the women's tone.

"What are you doing here, Step-father?"

"I'm here to pick up my Grandson," said Richard, indicating to Harry who was slung over Toms shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "Ariana, go grab his stuff."

The woman nodded and headed up the stairs and into Harrys room. Richard meanwhile headed out into the back garden, followed by his Knight and the Dursley adults.

"Why are you collecting the Fre-um, Harry now?" asked Vernon, "Hes been here for 14 years, so why now?"

"Because, up until recently, we couldn't get close," said Richard, "But, since Harrys 15 birthday and the activation of his Phenex genes, the Wards around this place have finally dropped and we can take him home."

"Wait, what?" asked Vernon, only to stumbled back with a yelp of shock as Richard snapped his fingers and an orange magic circle appeared, just in time for Ariana to arrive lugging Harrys trunk.

"And with that we'll be on our way," said Richard, stepping onto the circle with his servants. A flash of fire later and the garden was silent.

END. A bit of a forced ending, but that was getting a little long for my taste. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and if you like this idea then feel free to adopt it, but as always I reserve the right to do my own version. See ya next time!