章 28: The Leviathan Part I
Harry woke up with the familiar weight of a woman on his body.
Wait. Two women?
The devil panicked and looked to both of them, only to release the frightened breath when he realized that Akeno and Valerie were fully dressed. He did NOT want another forgotten encounter. It was more than a little embarrassing.
The familiar tingle of magic buzzed in the back of his head and he groaned.
He directed his senses to the magic. Ron Weasley wanted to make a contract. Harry cracked his neck and slithered out from beneath the devil women.
He may as well go see his old mate and see what's up.
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Harry didn't think he would forget the look on his old friends' faces when he tortured Bellatrix and killed Voldemort. He was conflicted on Ron's though. His best mate was standing over Hermione to protect her, but he looked conflicted. It was as if he wanted to back his friend up, but was confused at how he was acting.
Frankly, Harry didn't blame him for it. He was, however, still a little hurt that he abandoned them during the Horcrux Hunt.
"Yo, Ron, what's up?" he simply asked when he appeared on the other side of the teleportation circle. No point in any theatrics. Plus, he was emotionally tired from thinking of women, let alone his old life.
"Harry, blimey mate, I didn't believe it when people said you turned into a devil, but bloody hell!" Ron flustered with his usual eloquence. "How is it, being a devil and all?"
Ahh, Harry worried too much. The old Ron wouldn't have thought about old grudges and just acted like everything was cool. Honestly, Harry didn't mind that trait too much. The duo fell into familiar conversation and laughed at the past while neither went into too much detail about their day-to-day lives.
"So, let me hear it already, devils need desires and you called, mate," Harry asked after a couple of hours had passed in the depths of nostalgia.
Ron's face turned bright red and he mumbled incoherently.
Harry laughed and grinned, "The magic said it was a desire regarding relationships, c'mon, tell me already!"
"I-uh, I wanted help getting Hermione back."
"You. What?"
"Look, mate," Ron quickly spoke up. "I didn't mean to summon you or anything, I just heard rumors about the fliers and couldn't help myself from thinking of her when I held it. I screwed up, mate, I don't think she wants anything to do with me."
"So you called a devil. For relationship advice."
"Accidentally!" Ron fumed.
Harry frowned, "I always hoped the best for you guys, but I kinda thought it wouldn't last, you know?"
Ron scowled in response.
"Sorry," Harry raised his hand. "Give me a moment."
A magic circle appeared and a projection of Issei Hyoudou appeared on top of it. It was always more convenient to use, but Harry didn't think Issei had enough magic to use it, "Harry! Rias and Sona are freaking out here, you've gotta come back before something happens! A Maou came here looking for you! She's Sona's sister and a magical girl, and you've gotta get here!"
Harry sighed before he told Issei he'd head over and closed the connection.
"I gotta go, I'll come back later, Ron, alright?"
Ron looked further downcast than before, "Alright mate, it was good to see you."
Harry focused his thoughts on Kuoh and formed a teleportation circle. He hadn't been there much and didn't know the area too well, but he knew of a public spot that Sona had set up.
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"Serafall-sama" "Leviathian-Sama" "Mauo-sama" "Stop that nii-san, that's unbecoming of your station! You're embarrassing me!"
The-Boy-Who-Lived knew that look. Sona's sister was good, yea. Every time she heard an honorific or someone stopping what she wanted to do or say, she wouldn't flinch like Harry did when he was younger.
But then again, he hadn't lived for hundreds of years like the Leviathan had.
Still, titles were all the same. Serafall's eyes would die a little inside with every word. She hung on to everything her little sister said, she twirled around, waving her staff with a smile on her face. And it worked.
She had the hips and bust of an adult and was the height of a child. Her light, violet eyes had a constant glimmer to them that certainly resulted in devil magic.
Yet, to Harry, it was obvious that the smile she had never reached her eyes.
When he was a celebrity, he drew himself inward. Sure, he didn't show any weird desires, like to be the magical hero that the Boy-Who-Lived books always portrayed. But... a small part of him?
He used to dream that he was that hero. Saving princesses, beating evil, and riding a dragon home to a loving foster family that taught him to survive as well as what it meant to love another. Dumbledore always said that was the Power He Knows Not, but it was actually the power he always wanted. Truthfully, that moment was the first time the hero worship directed towards the headmaster stopped.
So, Harry did something he never thought he would ever in his entire life. When he rushed to the ORC building because of Issei's distressed message, he never went into the door because of the chaos.
While no one was watching him, he drew his wand and transfigured his robes before he used his magic to highlight the scar on his forehead, he altered to be colored and obvious. Bright red. Bright red to match the dark red of his eyes that he made to match the image of Voldemort from the past.
Not Voldemort as a snake-faced, half-dead freak; but as the frightening, charismatic Dark Lord he saw in Dumbledore's Pensieve memories.
As if a trick of the light, he saw Serafall's eyes catch him. In that instantaneous moment, her smile looked more real than it had before. Still, no one else had seen him yet. Harry didn't expect them all to have the sensory abilities close to the strongest female devil alive.
Still, that smile wasn't enough to calm his anger when he recalled the time he wasted, looking at useless memories with his old headmaster.
He sat down on the couch behind the other young devils, in the direct line of sight to Serafall. Harry drew on the anger he felt and released his power over death.
"Wither," he whispered under his breath.
It was weak. He didn't even think this amount of withering power could harm a bug, yet it poured out from him, drifting across the floor, touching everyone's legs.
It sent shivers down all of their spines, as they turned around to see Dark Lord Potter stroking his wand, pointed upwards, like Voldemort used to do, legs crossed grandiosely.
Some of the devils pulled weapons, some started forming magic circles. All paused when they realized who they were looking at. Sona looked like she was about to cry at the sight.
"It'sss alwaysss Magical Girlsss," the Dark Lord liberally applied his parseltongue at the end of his words. Tsubaki, in particular, looked like she was about to shit a brick at the noise. He didn't blame her, the magical language was always unnerving to others that didn't speak it.
The Magical Girl waved her blue, sparkly wand around before pointing it at him, knees quaking in 'fear.' "What do you want, monster?!"
"Heh, heh, heh," he cackled dramatically in return. "That's Lord Monster to you, child!" he spat.
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