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Omake

Meeting the Wizards

It was a beautiful summer day in England, without a single cloud in sight in these early July days, while the temperatures were just right, not too cold nor too warm, allowing for people to go around with just short-sleeved shirts to enjoy the rays of the sun.

Near a rickety house that seemed to defy all physics' rules, a throng of redheads, with a few people sporting different hair colors, were running around, preparing a feast for the extended Weasley clan. With Arthur and Molly having seven children, even if one had unfortunately been lost during the Battle of Hogwarts, it meant that quite a few people were present, since all their children had brought their spouses for the family reunion, along with their own children in some cases. This meant that there were already almost twenty people present, not to mention those who were considered as "honorary Weasleys".

Amongst that group were Neville Longbottom and his girlfriend, Hannah Habbot, who had become very close to the Weasleys after the Second Blood War, helping them overcome their grief at having lost Fred. Among those friends were also Luna Lovegood, who, despite having matured into a beautiful young woman, was still single, and who was currently staring at the clouds with strange glasses, taking notes.

But the most important guest, the one all those present were waiting for, Harry Potter, was not yet there. It had been already five years since any of them had seen the Man-Who-Conquered, and although he sometimes sent a letter, they were few and far between, only giving general clues about his life and only barely satisfying the overly worried Weasley females. Granted, for a while and due to the pressure of some of the remaining Death Eaters, as well as some Pureblood supporters in the Ministry, Harry had been considered a budding Dark Lord, what with nobody being able to explain how he had grown so powerful so fast, or been able to defeat Voldemort, but he could at least have popped up every now and then!

So, when he had agreed to attend the Weasley family gathering, many of them had been overjoyed, a few among them harboring not-so secret amorous feelings for the green-eyed wizard. Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley was among them, although she doubted he returned those feelings, even if she wanted to confirm it before moving on, while Gabrielle Delacour, whom Fleur Weasley née Weasley had invited as a courtesy, was another.

The adults were not the only ones eager to see Harry, as the few toddlers had heard many stories about him from their parents and were thus eager to meet the man who had defeated the "bad Vol'mort", having grown something of an innocent hero worship of the green eyed wizard, if toddlers could understand the concept of hero worship anyway.

"Blimey, he isn't here yet?" grumbled Ron Weasley, who had innocently "liberated" some of his mother's food while he was helping in the kitchen, yet still seemed hungry.

"Ronald, he said he might be a little late, remember? He didn't say where he was coming from, and some magical transports take a lot of time to be approved!" berated his wife, Hermione Weasley.

Neither of them had changed much from their Hogwarts years, although now Hermione wore her hair in a ponytail, mostly since it was easier to manage at her work in the Ministry. She had seriously contemplated not working there once, since the people responsible for driving Harry away from Britain were either workers there or had contacts there, but in the end she had felt it was better to be in the Ministry and able to keep abreast of any developments regarding her friend's status than not working there and potentially missing information that might save him from imprisonment.

"'onestly, Ronald," chastised Fleur, although she was smiling, sitting with her daughter, Victoire Weasley, safely on her knees. The toddler, who was only two years old, was the first of the next generation of Weasleys, although given the part-Veela nature of her mother, it was likely she would exhibit signs of her ancestry soon. "You know 'Arry 'as always 'ad some trouble with arriving on time, unless zere was someone's life 'anging in ze balance."

"You wound me, Fleur."

It was lucky that she was holding her daughter, or the blonde would have sent her flying with the force of the sudden jump she made when a voice spoke from just behind her, surprising her and making her squeal in surprise as she whirled around to find herself facing the person they had been talking about seconds before.

Her first thought was to curse the snickering bastard for giving her such a fright, as the others began to realize that he had arrived, but before she could open her mouth, she stared at the man she had called a "leetle boy" eight years prior.

She remembered the last time she had seen him, just after the Battle of Hogwarts, he had seemed so young, so lost and vulnerable, so small. The man currently grinning at her with a smile that would have made any virgin woman cream her panties was clearly no longer lost, not vulnerable, and certainly not small. Wearing simple clothes that managed to look as if he was wearing the finest robes available and with his hair kept in a long mane that made him look like some kind of wild rocker, Harry looked like a God in the flesh. He was also quite muscled now, given the way his shirt was straining over his torso, and even she, as a married woman, could not deny that he was devilishly handsome.

But more so than his appearance, it was his power than shut her up. As a part-Veela, she was more attuned to her instincts and to sensing magic than any pureblooded human, and what she felt from her longtime friend was utterly staggering. It was like staring at an ocean of power, something so vast you couldn't realize its' limits, and so deep you couldn't tell how deep it was. The man before her dwarfed Voldemort and Dumbledore put together, for shame! Could he even be called human at this point?

"Might want to close your mouth Fleur, you might catch flies if you keep it open like that," snickered George, Angelina rolling her eyes at her husband's antics.

"'ARRY!" shrieked Gabrielle, the sixteen-years old glomping the old wizard.

Far from the child she had been when he had saved her from the Black Lake, she was now a young woman, a magnificent one, as her part-Veela heritage gifted her good looks. It was no mystery among the Weasleys that she was planning to seduce her "Hero", and bets had been made on how long their friend would be able to resist before either turning her down or actually taking her up on her offer.

"Gabrielle? Wow, you've really grown!" smiled the green-eyed wizard, "I bet you have to chase off boys every day now with these looks! I hope your sister has taught you a few curses and hexes for that!"

The blonde smiled beautifully, before blinking as she stared at the two emotionless, black-haired young girls standing behind her crush. They were both dressed with strangely frilly clothes, and looked to be near emotionless, standing behind Harry and seemingly waiting for something. Her instincts were telling her to back away from these girls, for some reason she couldn't understand, as these girls looked harmless enough.

"'Arry, w'o are zey?" she asked, pointing at her crush's guests.

"I, am Ophis," stated the first one, seemingly bored, and a tad annoyed at the ambient noise if the slight glare she was giving them was any indication.

"Lilith, name, Lilith," stated the second, looking slightly shyer than the first, and standing closer to Harry.

"They're friends, good friends. By the way, Molly, Arthur, I am really sorry, but I have a lot of friends who wanted to meet everyone, and they wanted to know if they could join? They're bringing some additional food as courtesy."

"Oh, Harry dear, of course your friends are welcome!" beamed the Weasley Matriarch, before taking out her wand and waving it at the table, enlarging and lengthening it, "How many people are we expecting then?"

"Eleven people, counting Ophis and Lilith, although these two have eaten before coming, so just some cake and sweets should be enough."

"I, want cake."

"Lilith, cookies, wants."

"And Teddy and his babysitter are coming too," he added.

Far from being surprised at the number of additional guests, Mrs. Weasley just beamed at Harry, knowing that her honorary son likely had some history with them. She had always wanted him to have people there for him, ever since he had saved her only daughter by himself, and it seemed that she had gotten her wish. Even when he had left to fight Voldemort, it had been only him, her son and Hermione, and Ron had still abandoned them for a while.

"Just a fair warning though, they can be a bit…strange, but they're good people. Just don't mind them too much, please…"

The assembled witches and wizards just shrugged. Most of them knew Luna Lovegood well enough to be used to her rather weird personality, so they should be able to overlook some strangeness from the friends of their shared friend/crush.

Well, that had been the overall consensus until nine people appeared out of a crimson circle of light, leaving them gaping at the fact that they had appeared directly inside the wards. The Burrow might have not been a manor, but Bill had made certain to ward the house of his parents to protect them during the war, and since he was an excellent curse-breaker, the protections surrounding it were top notch. And yet the newcomers had just casually disregarded them by appearing inside the perimeter of the wards, when it should have been impossible.

Then there was the fact that Harry's friends were extremely peculiar. One was a beautiful young lady around Harry's age, with extremely large breasts and a figure that made Fleur, one of the most beautiful women those present knew, look average. With long crimson hair flowing down her back, as well as blue-green eyes, she was clad in a simple dress that drew attention to her curves, and had every male present staring, even if not voluntarily. All in all, she looked like a perfect young lady, with a countenance to make Purebloods proud.

With his arm hooked around the crimson-haired beauty's, a brown haired male was smiling as he openly stared at the displayed cleavage, an action that would have sent most of the females present in a rage, yet seemed to amuse the young woman as he grinned goofily. Yet despite how perverted the action seemed, it was clear as day for those who knew how to look, that he was very much in love with the redhead.

On the other side of the brown-haired pervert, stood a young woman with long golden locks framing her delicate face with a curtain of delicate, beautiful blonde hair, drawing attention to her deep green eyes and her soft smile as she hooked her arm around the man's. Clad in a nun's outfit, there was a gentleness to her countenance that made her seem like a kind older sister, and told anyone who looked at her that she would never hurt another living soul.

Next to the trio, a woman stood, a single green strand in her otherwise deep blue hair drawing attention to her rather stern, yet delicate face. She was clad in simple yet practical clothes, yet even the simple shirt and jeans she wore enhanced her rather stern beauty, showing a body that bore the results of regular and strenuous physical training.

Standing a few steps to the right of the blue-haired woman, was a young man with blonde hair, a kind smile on his face. He was actually quite handsome, with delicate traits that gave him a slightly effeminate look, but just enough so to make it look good. Similar to the blue-haired woman, he had a rather toned body, making a few of the females present look at him with interest, as most wizards rarely bothered to train their bodies.

A few steps away from the main group, another young woman stood, fidgeting slightly. With delicate features, pale blonde hair and pink-violet eyes, she was clad in a simple dress that accentuated her demure beauty.

With a hand on the fidgeting woman's shoulder, another woman stood, with long, silver hair and a delicate face. Clad in a business dress, she was giving her friend a soft, reassuring smile.

Yet, for how eye-catching the newcomers were, it was the two women currently making their way towards Harry that drew the attention the most.

The first was a young woman with a bust that could rival the redhead's, and made the women present wince in sympathy given how often she likely suffered from back pains due to their size. Her raven black hair was left free, falling fellow her waist in smooth black waves. She was clad in an Asian-looking dress that accented her great beauty, giving her an ethereal look that only enhanced her already incredibly good looks.

The other woman was also quite remarkable. She had long, pure white hair, and a delicate face, with very soft features. But what stood out the most about her were undoubtedly the twitching cat ears atop her head, as well as the twin white tails lazily flicking through the air and emerging from her clothes just above her waist. She was wearing the same Asian-looking dress than the raven-haired beauty, although where her friend's was a deep purple with floral motives, her own was a dazzling white with black linings.

"Blimey," whispered Ron in the sudden silence, "Where did he find them? In a Veela colony?"

The silence only grew more strained as the white-haired, cat-eared woman gave Harry a loving peck on the lips, followed by her raven-haired friend not ten seconds later, which prompted Hermione and Molly Weasley to erupt, while Ginny and Gabrielle could only look in shock at the man they loved, who had gotten kisses from women who completely outstripped them in the looks department.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" came the twin shrieks, making all the new arrivals wince simultaneously as they put their hands on their ears.

"What is this behavior? I thought better of you, young man!" started Molly, whereas Hermione was fingering her wand and glaring at her first friend, "I thought you would be better behaved that chasing skirts when you had Ginny, but obviously you were too busy gallivanting with some hussies to-"

"Molly," started Harry, in a very polite, but very dangerous voice, "It would be best if you stopped that rant right now, before you say something that might make me reconsider attending this admittedly lovely family reunion. Also, I highly suggest you apologize, as you have absolutely no idea of who you just called "hussies", and I would appreciate if you could, for once, engage your brain before insulting people I care about."

His words seemed to rattle the redheaded matriarch for a moment, before she started swelling on herself, undoubtedly preparing to deliver one of her infamous shrieking rants, but she was fortunately stopped by her husband, who had put his hand on her shoulder and was giving his wife a hard look. It was in moments like these that the Weasleys were reminded that for all of Molly's infamous temper, Arthur could quell any of her rants or explosions of anger with but a look, and that the usually kind and slightly goofy male was only a part of Arthur Weasley, one that did not make him any less of a wizard.

While Molly was silenced, however, Hermione was not, and she proceeded to make her thoughts known to her friend, who was simply smirking at her, obviously having known that she would explode for a while.

"Harry, what is the meaning of this?! Why did they kiss you? Are you in relationship with both of them? How can you be so sexist, dating two women at once? Don't you have any regard for their feelings? Well, I'm waiting!"

However, before her friend could say anything, he was interrupted by the cat-eared woman, who was giving her a hard glare, one that would make any grown man quiver in fear, as she raised her hand, showing a magnificent ring.

"We aren't dating," she said, her soft voice carrying over the whole area, "we are married. I am his wife."

Her action was mimicked by the raven-haired beauty, who showed her own ring, a beautiful thing made of a silvery metal with glowing amethysts embedded into it.

"Ufufufu…And I'm his mistress!" smiled the young woman, squeezing Harry's arm between her breasts, earning herself an exasperated glare from the white-haired woman.

By now everyone was gaping at the trio, the men in disbelief at the fact that their school friend had managed to secure two incredibly beautiful women, especially considering that they seemed perfectly fine with sharing, given the way they were acting. There was also some hurt on their part, as the fact was that they had not been aware that Harry had been married, while they felt that they could have at least been made aware of it, or in one case, invited to the wedding.

The women, for their part, were more divided. In a few cases, they were happy to see the young man so obviously happy, considering his early life he certainly deserved some happiness of his own, some were jealous, and quite a few were feeling rather indignant at the casual way the two women were treating the whole thing, as well as towards Harry for having two women when such behavior was to be expected from womanizers and not someone as noble as the young man.

Before either Hermione or Molly could begin another rant, the raven-haired wizard cut them off, looking more amused than anything.

"Look, before starting asking questions, maybe you could let everyone introduce themselves? It'll make things easier, at least."

-Break-

Introductions had been rather tense, what with four of the people present glaring at him and the women he was in a relationship with. Granted, he had more or less expected that, since Molly had always been far too much of a busybody for her own good, while Hermione was very opinionated and hardheaded, one only had to look as far as SPEW for that. Trying to free House Elves when they didn't even want to be freed, and later on trying to trick them into being free, was just an example of how much his friend was persuaded to know better.

The cold glares from Ginny and Gabrielle were also something he expected, what with both having made their infatuation with him more than clear, although he personally believed that the French part-Veela was the only one of the two in love with him, while Ginny was more of a case of obsession and hero-worship worsened by Molly's attempts to set them together.

Fortunately, the introductions seemed to lessen the ambient hostility…well until it was Shirone and Akeno's turn to introduce themselves. When Shirone had introduced herself as his wife, there had been a rather easy to anticipate explosion from Ron, who had shouted at him that he was his "best mate" and that he should have been invited to the wedding. He was actually beginning to realize that during all the years he had spent with them, that he had been so desperate for acceptance that he might have overlooked quite a few defaults on their part. Then again, neither Ron nor Hermione were bad people, they just had rather obvious faults that needed correcting, something he would hopefully be able to do before they were too set in their ways to change.

The fact that both his wife and, as Akeno had put it, his "mistress", were perfectly aware that he was seeing both, and alright with it, didn't seem to get them any points from either Molly or Hermione, while he had the clear impression that Ron was jealous. Well, more than an impression, since Senjutsu allowed him to sense the emotions of those around him, and Ron clearly was jealous, all but broadcasting it. Then again jealousy had always been the redhead's problem, he just never seemed to see how much he had and to only focus on what Harry had.

At least, Neville, Hannah and Luna seemed fine with his friends, although the blonde was staring at his wife intently, no doubt very curious about her feline features. He certainly wouldn't mind if the blonde wished to interview her, as he knew that despite her apparent strangeness, Luna was probably the nicest person, bar Asia, whom he knew.

"Excuse me?" asked Fleur, bringing him back to reality, as well as drawing the attention of all those present, as her tone was very, very cautious, and she had shifted her body to hide Victoire from their sight, making a barrier of her body, "Zis may seem rude, but w'at are you? I can feel ze power coming from each of you, and it dwarfs even Dumbleedore at 'is best."

"They're Devils," came the voice of Nyx, the Goddess walking up to the group with Teddy and Andromeda in tow, "Well, aside from Harry, Ophis and Lilith, at least."

"Who are you?" blurted Ron, whose eyes were glued to the Goddess, as well as the rather revealing clothing she wore. The fact that she also looked like Harry's female twin wasn't lost on the wizards and witches present either, as they looked between him and Nyx curiously.

"Me? Just Teddy's babysitter," smiled the Goddess, as she ruffled the boy's hair, making him shriek with laughter.

"And a very reliable one, too," added Andromeda, who smiled at Harry, "Teddy adores her, and she takes care of him like she was his mother!"

"Could we get back to the matter at hand?" asked Hermione, who was looking at the assembled Devils warily, "You said they are Devils? Like the Devils in the Bible?"

"Yes, although only Rias was born a Devil. All the others were reincarnated into Devils later on," absently said Nyx, who was playing with Teddy, rather uncaring of the apparent tension. Then again, it was the wizards and witches present who were the most in danger if a fight broke out, as they were far too weak to pose a threat to any of them, bar using the Killling Curse.

"Blimey, Harry, you're going Dark!" accused Ron, pointing a trembling wand at the former wizard, making everyone tense, "You're friends with Devils! You're evil! Did you come back to take your revenge?! That's it, isn't it?!"

"Silence."

All of a sudden, everyone felt an absolutely ludicrous amount of power pressing down on them, although neither the Occult Research Club, nor Nyx and Teddy were affected, though in the latter's case, it was because she had flared her own aura to protect the young boy. Ophis was staring at the youngest male Weasley with irritation, which was a testament to how pissed off she was for she rarely ever showed any emotion.

"You, are loud. I, want to enjoy my meal, so, stay silent. Or, I will kill you," stated the Dragon God, who was eating the treats that had been put on the table.

The threat seemed to work, as the redhead had paled dramatically, his complexion looking like expired milk. The others had various reactions, although the most severe were from Fleur, Gabrielle and Victoire, the two elder part-Veela looking moments away from soiling themselves, while the toddler had begun crying, drawing another glare from Ophis, although the Dragon God seemed to refrain from snapping at the baby, instead looking at Harry, who, upon understanding what she wanted, quickly cast a silence bubble around her, drawing a very small and grateful smile from her.

"Riiiight…"sighed Harry, before giving a glare to his former best friend, "Perhaps I should make a few things clear, first. Devils nowadays are a lot like human people, and, in my humble opinion, they are still better than your average wizard or witch. At least they keep up with the times, and outside from the older ones who seem to share a lot of characteristics with some Purebloods, they are rather nice.

Also, unlike what you seem to think, they aren't evil. Hell, we meet rather regularly with the archangel Gabriel and from time to time with Michael himself, and they're friends. Look, Issei has Irina, who is a Reincarnated Angel, as part of his harem, and she hasn't Fallen yet."

Had the situation not been so tense, Harry would have laughed at the looks he was getting from the assembled Weasleys and company, who were looking at him like he was insane, although given what he had just said it wasn't too surprising. Telling them that Devils, who were known as the archenemies of God and his Angels, could be friend with said Angels, was not something anyone not in the know already would believe without proof.

"Look, even if you think I'm lying, it isn't going to change the fact that you're not even trying to get to know my friends, so at least try talking to them a bit before being judgmental. And before you say anything about them tricking me or some shit of the same kind, I've known them for four years, and in that time, we've fought people who would have made Voldemort look like an errant toddler with a temper problem. Do not make me choose between them and you, because I can assure you, even it would be hard on me, I'd choose them over you."

"But we've fought together! We're your friends!" cried out Hermione, who was giving the Devils a suspicious glare.

"And they're my friends too, Hermione. Well, outside of Shirone, who is my wife, and whom I thank every known deity for putting her in my life, and Akeno, who's my mistress, and whom I love dearly too. So, remember that before trying to make me choose."

"Harry, if it's too much trouble, we can leave," offered Rias, who looked genuinely concerned for the green-eyed man.

Their relationship was much better now than it had been at first, since they had been in enough life or death situations to get out any anger they had towards the other. That, and both of them had matured, Rias growing into a more confident and nice young woman, while Harry's temper had mellowed, meaning that he was less likely to explode like he had been prone to do when he'd just met her.

"No, don't. It shouldn't matter that you are Devils any more than if you were Mundanes, Muggleborns, or any other race or blood status! The only thing that should matter is that you are good people, regardless of your species!" growled Harry, looking quite disappointed with his old friends, "If they can't understand that, then I'm afraid that we have nothing to say to each other."

His glare was enough of a warning.

"Well, if they're your friends, Harrykins, then must have a lot of embarrassing stories about you, then," grinned George, trying to defuse the tension. "Anything worth talking about?"

"You have no idea," grinned back Kiba. "There was that one time he woke up with his face in Gabriel-sama's cleavage after a celebration…"

"KIBA! I thought we had agreed that it was an accident!" scowled Harry, his face red and glancing nervously at his wife.

"Well, for an accident, you certainly seemed to enjoy it, Harry" grinned Rias.

"Oh, so that's how it is, then? Well, Kiba, how about that time you walked in on Tsubaki and Sona in their underwear and taking measures for their gowns? Or you, Rias, the time Millicas asked you if you were an exhibitionist in the middle of a crowded café?"

"HARRY!" came the indignant twin cries.

"Hey, you started it. Don't dish out if you can't take your own medicine, amateurs."

By the end of the exchange, the atmosphere had relaxed, the wizards still a bit tentative about their guests, but a bit mollified by their behavior. It was also becoming clear that these Devils were very close to Harry, enough so to joke with him and act like a pseudo-family. The atmosphere was further relaxed when Luna walked over and began asking questions to Shirone and Akeno about supernatural creatures, the three women sitting down and beginning a passionate conversation about beings than most present had never heard about.

-Break-

The end of the meal saw every wizard and witch present talking at least once to the Devils, although in some cases, like Ron, Hermione or Molly, it was with the caution of someone talking to a dangerous and rabid being. Still, Harry was not about to comment, since all three of them were those he had expected to be the least understanding for various reasons. Percy, for his part, had been rather silent during the meal, speaking only once or twice about his work at the Ministry, and then spending the remainder of the time deep in thought or glancing at the Devils and Harry.

He didn't really mind, though he hoped the redhead wasn't going to make a stupid mistake like reporting the existence of Devils to the Ministry. No matter how much he had grown from the brown-nosing idiot who had believed the Ministry over his family, he was still very much a sticker to the rules, and someone with very set ideas of right and wrong. If he believed it was for the best to see them either eliminated or studied, he would undoubtedly report them, friends of the Man-Who-Conquered or not.

Still, he got a bit of a laugh when Hermione was told that THE Gabriel, the Archangel, was fond of him and usually smothered him in her cleavage like a child whenever they met. While it was slightly irritating, it was also nice, something that made him feel like a child hugging his mother, a warm and safe feeling that he rather liked. His friend looked like she had trouble believing that someone as famous as the Strongest Woman in Heaven (even if she didn't know Gabriel under that title) could be an unrivaled, airheaded beauty with no clue about matters related to sex. Granted, he too had had a bit of trouble believing it when he had seen it for the first time. A stunningly beautiful woman worrying over males passing out of blood loss due to her choice of clothing with no clue it was her fault they had nosebleeds in the first place was a bit much to process.

He sighed a bit when he looked over those present. It was blatantly obvious that outside of a few of them, most of the wizards and witches present were leery of his Devil friends. For all their talk of being Light and good, the Weasleys had bred some of the most hard-headed and distrusting individuals he knew. Ron and Molly were particularly bad, as his friend had always been firmly against anything "Dark", Devils included, and Molly was much the same. He highly doubted that before they left, the two wouldn't take him aside to ask him if he was being influenced or coerced in any way. They weren't bad, but they were just too used to define things with labels, instead of seeing that nothing was entirely black or white.

Still, he smiled as he watched Luna discuss things with Asia, the two blondes having made a fast friend in the other, or Rossweiss having a talk with Hermione about Devil laws and, of all things, insurance and health advantages. Arthur was in deep conversation with Rias, the man animatedly asking questions about things like plugs, computers, and making amazed sounds whenever the redhead answered him. At least not all of them were sticking to labels, and were willing to open up to the Devils.

He even laughed a bit when Gabrielle had been told that as Devils, polygamy was almost a requirement. The subsequent discussion with his wife had been hushed, and he had no idea of what kind of deal they had made, but he was willing to bet that the part-Veela was going to go through a long screening process before his wife even agreed to let her join them. Shirone was very possessive of him, the only reason she had even agreed to share him with Akeno was that the two of them were sisters in all but blood and knew each other well. Gabrielle had none of this for her. Still, the looks she was giving him now told him that there was very little she wouldn't do to get in his pants, so he braced himself with the knowledge that in a few years he might get another addition to his family.

-Break-

It was when the time for the dessert arrived that things took a rather unpleasant turn. As Molly had set down the cakes she had made, and that Rias had summoned the few she had prepared from the Underworld, the sound of glass breaking echoed, signaling that the wartime wards that Bill had placed around the Burrow had been destroyed. Almost immediately, black-clad figures Apparated around the group, summoning wands left and right, until none of them had them left. Amongst the chaos, the Occult Research Club members hardly acted, most of them having already evaluated the level of threat of their assailants and found them lacking. Ophis and Lilith were too busy enjoying the cakes that everyone seemed to ignore given the situation to even care, although Lilith's eyes darted to Harry briefly.

No matter how powerful she was, Lilith was still very young, and while she was slowly growing, she was still quite impressionable, a young child in everything but power. Harry was the one person outside of Ophis, whom she had been created from, that she trusted, due to the fact that he had always been very gentle around her. Given the fact that he was also relatively powerful, at least compared to most beings, meant that she could, at the very least, consider him a parental figure. Even if those who were currently disturbing their meal were wizards, and as such barely more than ants compared to her, Lilith tended to shy away from people who exhibited too much anger, but once Harry gave her a subtle shake of the head, she returned to eating the cake, knowing that he'd protect her if the need arose.

"Well, well, well…It seems Dark Lord Potter graces us with his presence…" remarked one of the Death Eaters-for they were clearly remnants of Voldemort's forces, with the holier-than-thou attitude, and choice of attire, "It has been a while, Potter…"

"Sorry, I can't remember you, I'm afraid. Mask-wearing maniacs tended to be a dime a dozen the last time I was around, so you'll forgive me for not remembering every Pureblood idiot who thought they could change the world," remarked Harry, sipping on his drink.

"Ooh, it seems that you have a mouth on you, Potter…" smirked the man, before gesturing to Shirone, "And you even brought a sub-human freak with you. Clearly, Dark Lord Potter has been consorting with the wrong people…Though I'll admit that at least they look nice. In fact, I dare say that when we're done with you, I just might keep her to myself…"

The dramatic effect of the leader of the Death Eaters was hoping to achieve was ruined when Issei burst out laughing, smacking the table with his hand, the other ORC members either chuckling on their own or scowling at the intruders with unamused frowns. In their years of fighting, they had seen their fair share of dramatic villain figures, and the Death Eater was sorely lacking compared to them. After all, after facing against people like Rivezim Lucifer, who had a lot of dramatic flair and the power to wipe out countries by themselves, it was hard to take someone who had to rely on a wooden stick to cast anything, dangerous, or intimidating.

"Pffffftt…He's like…*snicker*…he's like a bad movie villain…*snicker*…" chuckled the pervert, wiping a tear from his eye as he tried to repress his chuckles.

"True," smiled Rias, looking rather unimpressed with the robed Death Eaters around them, "Rivezim was much more intimidating, and at least he had the power to back up his threats. But I see that Harry wasn't joking when he said that Death Eaters are weak bullies with an overinflated ego."

A few of the Death Eaters bristled at that, looking moments away from using the Cruciatus on the redhead, if only to wipe the judging smile she bore off her lips. It appeared, however, that their leader had at least a better head on his shoulder than them, as he raised his hand to stop his subordinates from acting rashly, instead looking at the Gremory Heiress with interest.

"Well, well, that is quite the mouth you have on you, girl, but you should really learn to respect your betters. Who knows what might happen to you otherwise? It would be such a shame if you happened to be locked with a randy werewolf. I hear that the girls who experience that find the experience deathly enjoyable."

"…Wow, you really suck at making threats," remarked Issei, who looked nonplussed, "You know, if you wanted to be threatening, you should at least threaten her family and friends instead of just her."

"True. And dress better, too. The whole "robe and skeleton mask" thing makes you look like some kind of pedophiliac cultist," added Kiba, the blonde smiling pleasantly.

"Insolent brats!" growled the leader, who apparently, had reached the end of his patience, "We'll see how well you mouth off once we're done with you! Crucio!"

He was rather surprised when his wand, which he had pointed at Rias, literally disintegrated in his hand, leaving not even ashes behind, while the redhead gave him a polite, but dangerous, smile. The poor man couldn't have known that Rias, after all their adventures, could use her Power of Destruction so well that she could do a lot more than merely blast her enemies with it. This particular application was quite simple, as it only required her to create a tiny amount of it next to the wand, destroying it without a need for needless dramatics.

The other Death Eaters, once they recovered from their shock, soon found themselves trying to cast their own spells, only to fail rather spectacularly. Some saw their wands snapping in two, others blinked as they found themselves clutching naught but empty air as their wands were twirled around by slender fingers, and yet others found themselves writhing on the ground, suffering from spasms. And for all that, not once did the ORC members seem to move, instead calmly continuing their meals, drinking, or staring at the intruders with amusement.

"Is there a problem?" smiled Akeno, her hand demurely on her cheek as she cocked her head to the side, eyes closed. For some reason that they couldn't fathom, Harry's human friends felt a shiver travel down their spine at the sight. It was like watching a predator licking its' claws before pouncing on a particularly juicy prey, and that was just wrong coming from a woman of such exceptional beauty.

The fact that all the ORC members suddenly found themselves several feet away from where they had been sitting, forming a loose circle behind the pleasantly smiling woman, was also a rather telling sign that something was about to happen.

"Why you little…!" growled the leader, another wand sliding in his hand, only to fall down with a cry as he was struck by lightning. Repeatedly. Lightning which for some reason, seemed to be targeting his crotch, drawing shrill screams of pain from the wizard, while Akeno just watched with a smile on her face as he rolled around, howling his mouth off.

"Ufufufu…Naughty boys must be punished!" smiled the young woman, whose smile had turned sadistic as the other Death Eaters found themselves in the same situation as their leader, "With Harry I have to be the M, but he told me that I can be as S as I want with people like you…Hora, hora!"

"S? M?" cautiously inquired Fleur, who was looking at the screaming terrorists with something approaching bemusement.

"Akeno is really into S&M, but I'm not too fond of being punished, so I let her take it out on morons like them. She's a S through and through in those cases."

"S?"

"It stands for sadist. I think even Bellatrix would take lessons from her if she could. You have no idea how much she likes playing with people."

A particularly shrill scream accompanied by a chuckle from the raven-haired beauty only proved his point further.

Eventually, all the Death Eaters were left smoking, unconscious heaps, the few who had had the intelligence to try and flee realizing that they couldn't Apparate and swiftly dealt with by Shirone, whose punches seemed to carry the weight of a truck. The Weasleys and their guests could only widen their eyes when a single punch from the cat-eared beauty launched the Death Eaters harder than if they had been hit with an overpowered Blasting Curse. It quite certainly put into perspective how powerful they were, even more so when they hadn't used any wand or visible foci.

With a snap of Harry's fingers, the intruders' bodies disappeared. Seeing the questioning looks sent his way, he just shrugged:

"I sent them to Sirzechs with a note about the threats made to Rias."

At that, the ORC members paled a bit, while the humans present looked on, unsure of what to make of the rather peculiar reaction. They couldn't know how much of a sister-complex the current Lucifer had, or just how cruel and downright evil he could become when it involved Rias' wellbeing. Voldemort wouldn't hold a candle to what a pissed off SIrzechs would do to the Death Eaters, and they were quite aware that they were as good as dead. They would simply be suffering exceedingly long before being granted the sweet released of death.

"Now wait a moment, Harry."

He was honestly surprised to see Percy stand up, a scowl on his face. Given how silent he had been so far, he had supposed that the rules-loving redhead would have stayed silent for the entirety of the meal, but apparently he had been wrong.

"Yeah, what is it, Percy?"

He had an inkling as to what it was, but he wanted to confirm it.

"You can't just deal with Death Eaters like that! Even if they are terrorists, they must have a trial, it's the law, and a basic right, even for scum like them."

"Unfortunately, Percy, they don't deserve one, and quite frankly, I'm doing the Ministry a favor by sending them directly to Sirzechs. You have no clue about who I am talking about, are you?" he asked.

If they had handed the Death Eaters over to the Ministry, not only would they undoubtedly learn that he had been back in England, thus making it that more likely that attacks on his friends might happen, Sirzechs would learn of their threats to Rias sooner or later, and take matters in his own hands. And it would quickly become a mess if he stormed Azkaban to retrieve the Death Eaters, as the Ministry would never allow such a thing to happen without retaliating. Given the difference in power, it would end in a bloodbath, and with the Ministry getting into trouble they weren't anywhere near ready to deal with.

Pinching his nose, he looked at the redhead.

"Listen, and listen well. Rias' brother is Sirzechs Lucifer, the current leader of the Devils. He is very overprotective of Rias, and usually deals with anyone who threatens her very harshly. Do you think the Ministry would take well to have a single man storm Azkaban, break out the Death Eaters and take them with him to deal their punishment himself? Because that is what will happen if we hand them over to the Ministry instead of Sirzechs.

And before you say that he can't do that, he can and he will. He had fought Gods, Percy. Gods. And he won. Trust me, you don't want to piss him off."

He shivered. He had seen only a tiny bit of the man's power, and it was terrifying all the same, even for him. Even Nyx herself, who wasn't the most restrained individual, knew it was a bad idea to piss Sirzechs off. As much as he acted as a goofball, he was very much someone you didn't want to face in a fight.

Shaking his head, he focused his attention on the other matter at hand. Namely, the fact that the wards surrounding the Burrow had been destroyed. Waving his hand, he focused his power and begun putting them back up. While he was not as good as Bill when it came to wards, he had had time to study wards and barriers, enough so to create combinations of the two that should be able to resist any attempt of a normal wizard or witch to take down.

While he did so, he could see Rias explaining in detail why what he had said was true. While she seemed a bit put off by how Percy was acting, showing unwavering confidence in the law, she did her best to impress upon him, and Hermione, who had joined the conversation, the importance of letting them do things their way. The blast of Power of Destruction that vaporized a large boulder apparently helped tremendously the pair to understand that they could argue however much they wished, they weren't those who controlled the situation.

-Break-

Eventually, the time for them to leave arrived. As he had expected, Hermione, thinking she was subtle, asked him if he could help bring the dishes to the kitchen, and had cornered him in said kitchen, along with Molly and Ginny. The three witches were now waving their wands, casting a flurry of diagnostic spells in the hopes of finding any kind of tampering with his mind, since it was obvious that his Devils friends had done something to him. Harry Potter was not Dark, therefore to associate with Devils he had to have been influenced in some ways.

Of course, they weren't really wrong, just not in the way they thought. Rias didn't need any kind of complicated spell, or potion, or whatever to have him hang out with them, he did so for the simple reason that he loved Shirone and, to a lesser extent, Akeno, and wanted them to be happy. The fact that he got along well with the other members of Rias' Peerage also meant that he fully intended to keep seeing them, no matter how much the three witches would like him not to.

"Nothing…He's clean," mumbled Hermione, looking rather sour.

"Harry dear, did they give you something to drink when you met them?" tried Molly, only to have him glare at her. While at first it had been slightly amusing to see them fumble around with wrong assumptions, it was starting to grate on his nerves.

He knew Hermione was only doing this because she wanted to protect him, no matter how much he didn't need protecting anymore, and he was willing to forgive her, since it was only her deep-rooted belief in what she read that made her distrust Devils. Molly and Ginny on the other hand, well the first was far too overbearing for his tastes, especially given that she had made not so subtle hints that he should marry Ginny during the meal, while Ginny herself was simply a star struck fangirl who wanted him for herself.

"For the last time, Mrs. Weasley, no, they didn't give me anything strange to drink. I am not under influence of any potions, or any spells, or any kind of ability. I hang out with Rias because she is my friend, and Shirone is my wife. Is it so hard to believe that they are nice people?"

"But Harry, Devils-"

"Can be nice people, Hermione. Not all of them are, of course, but you don't have to make it a rule of thumb that every Devil is a fiendish beast out for souls. Heck, Devils nowadays don't even take souls any more. So now, can we please go back out? They've likely heard this whole conversation, and while most of them are patient, I doubt Shirone took the fact that you're trying to set me up with Ginny very well, Molly. Just be glad that she understands I don't want her to hurt you, otherwise you'd be in for a good dose of Skele-gro," he groaned.

Indeed, Shirone was quite angry. Given the way she was glaring at the three witches, as well as how her tails were puffed out, she was more than a little displeased with them, which was not really unexpected. As soon as he was next to her, she latched on his arm, her eyes staring unblinkingly at Ginny, as if to challenge her. He was quite certain that as soon as they were home, he would end up dragged to bed for a round of "claiming" sex, a way for Shirone to make sure that he was marked as hers, and that she was the only one allowed to decide if another woman got to bed him.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you all," smiled Rias, giving a polite bow to the assembled people, followed by the other members of her Peerage, "I hope we will see each other more often now that Harry has reconnected with all of you. If you want to contact us, feel free to do so, we'll be happy to hear from you."

With a wave of her hand, they were gone. Among the assembled people, a small blonde smiled. Apparently, she might be Angel material, or so Rias had said. She wondered if they had Crumple-horned Snorcacks in Heaven…

AN:

YOU ARE BASHING THE WEASLEYS AND HERMIONE!

Actually, I wouldn't call it bashing. In canon, Ron was very clearly "Anti-Dark", and in his mind, as well Hermione's and most of the Weasley's, Devils are the Ultimate Evil, so it isn't such a stretch that Ron, who was never the cleverest guy, thought Harry had gone Dark. It also explains why Hermione and some of the Weasleys have trouble trusting the Devils, as they trust their convictions more than Harry's judgement. Most of the Weasleys (ie George, Bill and Arthur) have no problems with the Devils.

ADDING GABRIELLE TO THE MIX? YOU'RE MAKING THIS A HAREM!

No, I am not. Gabrielle would have to go through Shirone's screening before being allowed anywhere near Harry, and it would take a loooooong time before she is trusted as much as Akeno. Shirone only allowed Akeno to be with Harry because she trusts her, and sees her as something of an older sibling, she wouldn't allow any other girl to join in their relation just like that. And Devils encourage Harems anyway.

NO FLASHY POWERS? AAAWWW!

Given that this omake happens about four years after canon, I think that it is reasonable to say that the ORC members have gotten quite good at using their powers without wasting them. Why would Rias have to bother blasting the Death Eaters when she could simply humiliate them and have them sent to Sirzechs, who'd make them regret their words VERY thoroughly.

YOU'RE EXAGGERATING HERMIONE,MOLLY AND GINNY'S REACTIONS!

Am I? Hermione is notoriously hard-headed, and it would take much more than Harry's words to convince her that she is wrong. As for Molly and Ginny, both are stubborn to a fault, not to mention dead-set on having Harry marry Ginny, so it shouldn't come to a surprise that they'd be looking for anything that would allow them to do just that.

Reviews, constructive criticism are welcome! Flames will be ignored.