It all started on a day like any other weekend. Harry had cooked the Dursleys breakfast, cleaned the dishes, and was currently running from Dudley's gang. That all changed when a God descended. He didn't look like one, though Harry would later learn he definitely was one.

It started with the destruction of Miss Figgs' house, the young man with grey hair and violet eyes walking out of it. He held two swords in his hands, one with a red hilt and the other a cross shaped one dripping with blood.

Harry glanced out of his hiding place as the man stopped in front of Dudley's gang, the nine year old breathing in deeply. Dudley, being Dudley, punched the man with a rather stupid look on his face. This was followed by a surprising display of self-preservation as he pulled Piers in front of him, leading to the poor boy being decapitated instead of him.

The sword pulled back, ready to decapitate Dudley, when Harry did something very brave and very stupid. He charged forwards and threw himself around the man's back from behind, wrapping his skinny arms around the man's neck and trying to choke him out. It did very little, as the man shrugged Harry off like a coat. He slid into a pile of broken glass, feeling cuts across his body as he slid to a stop and gripped a shard of glass. He didn't realize it at the time, but a burst of Accidental Magic transfigured the glass into a dagger.

The man gripped Harry by the scruff of Dudley's oversized shirt, pulling him up into the air as he sheathed the red sword. There was something in the man's eyes, like he was almost proud of Harry, "foolish, but brave. I will end your life quickly, boy."

"Who are you?" Harry spat.

"You wish to know your killer's name? Understandable. I am Galahad, finder of the Grail. Now, sleep, your struggle is at an end."

The silver-black sword pierced Harry's chest and came out his back. At the same time, he did another thing monumentally stupid. He drove his dagger into Galahad's throat, watching the man's eyes widen as Harry twisted it and tore it out sideways, half decapitating the man.

Both god and mortal fell backwards then, choking on blood as they went. The last thing Harry remembered before the darkness took him was a beautiful woman with lilac hair approaching him.

—

Albus Dumbledore looked up startled as one of the many gadgets went off, a very important one. The one that monitored Harry's health. Leaping up, albus rushed out the door of his office and towards the exit to the grounds to apparate to Privet Drive.

He found people, including muggle police, crowding around the site. Pushing his way through, he found a pair of paramedics carrying a decapitated body. Once he got over the worry it was Harry, Albus focused on the actual Harry. He was laying there, muscular and slightly tall for his age, with a pair of swords crossed across his chest. Albus cast a diagnostic spell, only for it to fail. He tried again, and it failed again. It took until the third time for Albus to slowly realize what had happened.

Rashaka Raja. Harry had become one of them.

Picking up Harry carefully, he apparated to Number 12 Harwood West, walking into the house maintained by old charms of Fleamont's and putting the new Devil King on the couch. Sighing, he stood and called for one of the Hogwarts House Elves, Mimsy.

"Mimsy, I'm assigning you a new master. My last orders for you are to take care of Harry. Make sure he is fed and kept happy."

Because with Harry as he was now, that was the most important thing. A young child blessed with being Rashaka Raja…

Apparating away, Albus appeared in the Ministry, almost immediately running into the Unspeakable Gareth Greengrass, "Dumbledore, was just sent to get you. The scryer. It just updated, there's a new-"

"I'm aware, Gareth," Albus said gravely, "come with me, to the Ministers office."

They rode the lift down together, stepping out and walking to Millicent Bagnold's office, pushing it open to reveal her, Cornelius Fudge, and Dolores Umbridge there.

"Dumbledore," Dolores said in her syrupy sweet voice, "you can't just walk into-"

"Millicent, I'm calling the Wizengamot. A new Devil King has been crowned," Albus said without giving any sign he had heard Dolores. Millicent and Cornelius immediately paled, while Dolores looked confused.

"You're certain?"

"Yes."

"What can we do to control them?" Cornelius asked.

"We can't. Both de facto and de jure, a Campione stands above the law. It is what makes them Devils. They are ruled by their whims alone, and the last attempt to control one is very famous even in the muggle world. It is called Pompeii. He could walk into the Ministry today, name himself ruler of magical Great Britan, and all we could do is bend the knee. Nobody other than another Campione may deny them. Or rather, nobody but another Campione would live long enough to regret the mistake of denying such a tyrant. The most we can do is placate them. Luckily, this one is young and unlikely to desire to rule over us."

"Who is it, Dumbledore? Who is this new Campione?" Millicent asked, dread in her voice.

"Harry Potter."

—

Harry's eyes flickered open, a delicious smell hitting his nose. But who was cooking? It obviously wasn't him, and Aunt Petunia only cooked when they had guests over. The last thing he remembered was…

Harry jolted upright, touching his chest where Galahad had stabbed him, only to not only not find a wound, but instead meet a toned chest. Glancing down in confusion, he saw a slit in his shirt where the hole in his chest should be.

Blinking, Harry realized he was missing his glasses, but as he glanced around the room, he could see everything perfectly. What was going on?

Walking out of the unfamiliar room into an equally unfamiliar hall and then into the kitchen, he lept back, startled, as his eyes landed on a strange creature. It was short, with greyish skin and long bat-like ears and large, bulbous blue eyes, moving it's hands like a conductor and causing pans to fly around the area as Harry stared. Finally, it turned towards Harry and gave a little hop, "Master Harry Potter is awake? Go sit down! Mimsy will bring you your food soon, she promises!"

"Err… Thanks? Sorry for asking, but what are you?"

"Mimsy is a House Elf, a kind of Brownie, Harry Potter, sir. Mimsy will be taking care of Harry Potter. Go, sit, food is almost ready!"

Harry went back to the couch he had woken up on, confusion swirling around his head as he did so. What was going on?

Suddenly, a plate appeared upon the drawing room table alongside some silverware, a large, juicy chicken thigh, some carrots, and off to the side was some sort of pudding for dessert. Harry began to eat it, figuring if this was a strange dream, he better enjoy it while it lasted.

—

Alice sat in the Wizengamot chamber in confusion, wondering why she was summoned. Even when the "full Wizengamot" was summoned, she wasn't, as her position was largely ceremonial and she was never in the best of health. Plus, a lot of political stuff would fly over a 9 year old's head.

Albus Dumbledore entered the chamber then, alongside Minister Bagnold. The normally jolly Headmaster looked as severe as if a Muggle car crash had just happened in front of him. Taking his seat on one side of an empty, ceremonial chair meant to represent Merlin, Bagnold did the same on the other side.

Finally, Dumbledore said without preamble, "A new Campione has been crowned."

Ah, so that's why she was here. Immediately, an uproar began to spread through the Wizengamot, while Alice wondered in what part of the world the Fifth Rashaka Raja had been named. Finally, everything quieted down and Barty Crouch, head of the Department of International Magical Corporation said, "Where are they located? What country are we going to need to make-"

"England, Barty," Dumbledore said, unusually serious as the Wizengamot exploded into a louder uproar, every political group making their own plans around the new Bastard Child of Epimetheus that had single handedly upended England's Wizarding Politics by being born. Finally, Dumbledore spoke over them, normally soft voice booming, "I intend to introduce him to Princess Alice, and then go to get his wand and introduce him to the Goblins. They would not be happy to learn a new Campione was born and we didn't inform them."