Chapitre 12: What Happens in Japan...
"They hate me. Half the devils in the school and I'm already... ugh. Maybe I should pick somewhere else to go to school?"
Both Sirius and Harry were in the air above Kuoh, flying towards Mahoutokoro with Notice-me-not charms applied. They weren't able to do this in Britain because of the Fallen Angels, but Harry particularly enjoyed the flight while he was stewing over first impressions.
"You're thinking about it the wrong way. You showed that you can be serious like me, were powerful, had a Phoenix as a familiar, and were a nice guy for the rest of the time. You couldn't have done better if you planned it!"
Harry turned his head to the side, "You think so? I still think that was pretty horrible."
"Don't worry 'bout it. Anyway, birds like that, all icy and bookish, you get them between the sheets and you're in for a real wild ride, believe me. That girl was definitely interested in you!"
"I don't want that kind of interested attention though."
They flew in silence, feeling the flow of the air.
"And you ever think without your dick?"
"Such a buzz kill pup, you're supposed to be energetic!"
Harry refused to reply to the mutt. He was a near-immortal being of domination that had been spoken of with quiet whispers since the dawn of humanity! He wasn't supposed to be energetic!
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"This place is so lame."
"It's modern and convenient. Since any human can become a magician, they aren't forced to stay with a foot in the Dark Ages, wearing dresses."
Sirius winked at his godson, "Such a bloody hipster, ditching fashions because it's not what your latest society told you about."
"It's called chuunibyou, not fashion. Plus, no one needs bad puns and old fashioned clothing to appreciate the marvel of magic."
"You don't like the name, Diagon Alley? It's an awesome pun!"
Harry sighed in exasperation. He just wanted a bed to sleep in, "The first time I used a floo, it sent me to Borgin and Burke's when I accidentally said 'diagonally.' The name is just a racket. Probably controlled by Dumbledore to attract innocent Muggle-borns into buying dark artifacts. Just like how he controlled me into an abusive home and a marriage contract."
"C'mon, enough of that, pup. He wasn't the greatest man, but you can't dwell on it!" Sirius dramatically bellowed, "Anyway Mr. Pup, what conspiracy is at hand that forced the locals to name their center for magic, Magical Place? Puns are much better than literal translations."
"It was probably to instill a sense of awe. Just like owl droppings that the wizards love."
"Cleaning charms, you're overreacting. But, I'm serious! That?" Sirius pointed at the gnomish bank. "That instills a sense of awe?"
The gnomes worked at a bank.
"Ignoring the seriously obvious Sirius joke, it's better than crap on my shoes, they don't use enough cleaning charms."
Of course, gnomes would work at a bank, but this one was peculiar to the Knight. It looked like a human, everyday, unassuming bank.
Ignoring him, Harry led the way as they walked to the side of the building, went through a wall with some kind of Notice-me-not like at King's Cross Station had, and finally traveled down a tunnel to their offices.
Offices that looked exactly like the bank aboveground.
After waiting in a normal, mundane line, the duo finally met with a gnome who practically jumped for joy after they deposited their gold that Harry 'reclaimed' from the goblins. Apparently, the rivalry was pretty strong serious and this would be the gossip of the month at the office.
Harry relied on Sirius' advice when he told him to keep most of their wealth like gold, but took out a decent chunk in varying currencies while they each got an account tied to a debit card and routing number.
They also got access to online banking. Harry decided that he would force Sirius to get a smartphone with him. He had been in prison and at Hogwarts for so long that he was technologically retarded, but he had to learn.
Regardless, the gnomes obviously had goblins beat by a landslide. If Hermione was still talking to him after he Crucio'd the hell out of 'ickle Bellakins, Harry would have told her about it. Maybe he should send her a letter in a month or two?
"Please come bank with Gnomeregan United anytime. Have a nice day, Dark Lord Potter!"
Harry would have chastised him for the comment, but he said it with such a cheery, maliceless voice, that he couldn't scold the little creature.
Even if they must have stolen that name from Dudley's game. The cousins reconnected after Harry's fifth year over how Petunia and Vernon ruined both of them in vastly different ways. Harry had liked hanging out with him then, discussing mundane things, enjoying the idea that life could be simple. Now, Harry had a goal to become a Super-Class devil so he could live a peaceful life, unafraid of Dark Lords or powerful figures in their ivory towers.
Because of that, he regrettably didn't have the spare time to roll a character to the game with his cousin online.
Maybe he could turn Dudley into a devil? He always thought magic was cool, was driven enough to bulk up and study to catch up for his failings in his early life, and he'd be loyal.
Harry was distracted from his thoughts by Sirius' cackling about the Dark Lord Pup. He really needed some new material to rag on about.
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Harry rubbed his nose in annoyance, "Can we go home now, this is boring."
"C'mon pup, it's cause we're devils. I didn't think we needed to pregame," his Knight called Winky to bring some firewhiskey.
"One more chance then."
Harry had been dragged out to a bar to let loose while Dobby and Winky stayed at a hotel room with their possessions. Getting in was easy with a little magic, but his new appearance helped.
Before they flew to Japan, Sirius convinced his godson to change his body a bit. He claimed that all the other devils undoubtedly made themselves near perfect. After seeing Sona and her peerage, he couldn't help but agree.
Although Harry's changes were far less pronounced. His height was now just above average instead of under it. His face was slightly more symmetrical and his shoulders were broader. They were slight, but he felt it made enough difference. Sirius was the one that changed his body more.
He had an excuse at least. The years of Azkaban were gone and he looked in his prime. Sirius even changed his eyes to the hereditary grey color of House Black. He claimed it was in remembrance of Regulus and how he didn't want to forget what he came from.
Or he was just full of shit. The way regular humans flocked over both of them because of their otherworldly charm just annoyed Harry. He felt like he had a taste of Veela allure and just wanted to go home.
"Alright pup, bottoms up!" Harry opened up a bottle while Sirius did. They had already done over a dozen shots and he barely felt it. Devil bodies still took a lot to get hammered, even if it was magical booze. "It'll be fun!"
"It'll be fun, the mutt says," the devil King rolls his eyes and started chugging the bottle.
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Harry let out a groan and reached over to the nightstand, only to mutter under his breathe about how he didn't use glasses anymore.
Old habits die hard and he's only had enhanced vision for a few days.
He moved to get up but felt something over his torso. A woman's leg. Not to mention the dark hair on his shoulder.
Harry blinked, trying to recall the night before he moved her to the side and got up.
The devil went to the kitchen and started cooking. This wasn't just any hotel room, Sirius went all out for a penthouse sweet. As Harry cracked some eggs, he contemplated the loss of his virginity.
It was... lackluster. He couldn't remember her name and it wasn't like they had a connection or anything. It was just lacking overall. He didn't regret it, but he didn't plan on having random sex again.
Harry found himself forming a small scowl as he was cooking. His friends thought he enjoyed it because of how good he was, but it was one of his most hated activities. The only reason he ever cooked at the Burrow and when they hosted the Order at #12 was because they ate greasy food like Hogwarts feasts.
He wasn't exactly a health nut, but watching Vernon and Dudley eat growing up gave him nightmares.
And all the cooking, waking up early to step on a stool to cook plates of bacon for the fatasses. He never wanted to keep Dobby before as a human when he offered, but he could admit to himself that he had been tempted.
It's only now as a devil and away from Hermione's SPEW that he could see the value in Dobby's servitude. He would treat him well and take care of him while receiving the same.
Breakfast was nearly ready when the door to the room he slept in opened up, "Hey, I-"
"I don't know what the hell you did to me last night, asshole," the girl cut him off.
"What?"
She limped across the room to the door, ignoring him. It wasn't a slight limp, she slowly covered ground, back arched, with her legs dragged forward, one at a time. Harry thought she shouldn't be walking in such a state.
"I should call the police, prick, but I don't even think you're human. Fall for a suave accent and mindblowing sex but does it stop? I swear I was in and out of consciousness."
She kept grumbling and mumbling under her breath as Harry stood stunned.
The woman opened to door and pulled herself out of the room by her arms, "Just leave me alone and I'll forget about today!"
SLAM!
Harry smelt the omelets burning a bit and turned it over. He didn't think that was supposed to be a problem, but he wasn't exactly human, as she said. The extra food was annoying though, maybe Dobby was hungry?
He was about to call his Pawn when he heard laughter interrupt him.
Sirius stood leaning against his doorway, arms wrapped around his chest, gasping for air.
"It won't be... pfft... as bad next time, pup. You've just got to learn to be gentle, like Superman and Lois Lane. That's how I feel with a bird lately anyway," Sirius made his way over to grab an omelet like it was cooked for him.
"Superman? Go fly into the sun. Please. It's not like I can find some Kryptonite, I feel kinda bad for that girl."
Sirius snorted, "I didn't know he did that, but I missed a bit of time. Maybe I'll pick some of them up today. And she's fine. She probably would have asked to be friends with benefits if you apologized for going overboard. Maybe you felt overwhelmed by her visage or some bullshit that birds love."
"Sometimes I wonder if dad was half as bad as you are, what does that say about my mother?" He shook his head. "Find your comics later, we really need to find a mansion to stay in if we're gonna add more to our peerage," Harry said between bites, thanking Satan for a body that didn't get hangovers.
"I have no clue, we talked about pretty much everything like that, but Lils was off limits. He was obsessed with her. Like, so obsessed that I was worried until they got married."
Harry wasn't too surprised. The Marauders weren't knights in shining armor or anything. "Anyway, I think somethings up with the Hallows. They give a feeling almost like the Sacred Gear I felt from one of Sona's peerage members, but they're different."
"Not really my thing, what are you gonna do about it?"
Harry put his plate and pan in the sink. Part of him felt bad for leaving it to Dobby and Winky to clean up... but doing dishes sucked.
"I need to get in contact with Cadaer and ask about it. Since I need to pick up that list for where I should be in the school curriculum, I'll just ask about their way to the Underworld while I'm there."
Since Sirius wasn't allowed back at the school without a reason, he was told to look for a mansion for them to purchase.
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