Big In Japan

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Highschool DxD, they are owned by J.K. Rowling and Ichiei Ishibumi respectively.

Nomad-117: My latest attempt of getting some ideas out of my head, hope you enjoy.

Summary: Harry Potter had grown accustomed to the neglect and abuse of his relatives, but abandoning him in a foreign country was certainly a new experience. Although he is no longer alone now.

Harrys life up to this point could have easily been summarized as unpleasant. During his four year long stay with his relatives they had made sure to keep him in a cupboard under the stairs most of the time, if not being sent to Kindergarten he was usually busy helping around the house.

He didn't like it, and didn't think it was fair for him to do all the work while Dudley did nothing. Not that he had a choice, arguing meant getting locked in the cupboard, if he was lucky. Otherwise his Uncle would take great care to remind him not to disagree with their wishes.

He had learned that lesson when he was younger, the memories of the pain as he was carelessly thrown into the darkness of his cupboard still present in his mind but he had slowly managed to adapt to his living conditions.

Harry couldn't remember the last he had hoped that one day his uncle and aunt would begin to treat him better, these days he hoped that one day he could leave all of this behind him, hopefully even forget it. However that hope was fleeting with each step he took alongside uncle Vernon as they neared a small forest.

It had been a surprise for him that he was allowed to accompany the Dursleys to Japan. They had planned to either pawn him off to aunt Marge or their neighbour Mrs. Figg, when both of them hadn't been able to take care of him they had contemplated locking him inside his cupboard, but after a long argument they decided that they had to take him with them.

Harry honestly wasn't sure why they even wanted to visit this country, since both of them made their distaste about the local customs known and regarded everything around them with an air of distaste. He knew that uncle Vernon told people that he was looking for business partners for his company, Grunnings, in the Asian market. Though the real reasons was most likely that Dudley had begged his parents to visit the country that was so often depicted in one of the many animes he watched.

The young boy had to admit that he had greatly enjoyed his time in the foreign country, while not being able to speak the local language, let alone able to read their signs he had enjoyed the freedom the vacation had brought him, no matter how brief it would be. However it was on this very day, the day before they were scheduled to return to Little Whinging that uncle vernon decided to make one last detour, as he called it, and thus they found themselves in a more rural region of Japan, a dozen kilometer at the least to the next human settlement.

In this very place Vernon had stopped the car and told Harry to come with him, while slinging a backpack over his shoulder, seeing no other choice Harry had followed his orders. With his recollection of the pasts events complete Harry Potter took his first step inside the forest, his uncle right behind him.

"Where are we going uncle Vernon?" He asked as politely as possible, trying to keep the fear he was beginning to feel out of his voice.

"Quiet, boy." His uncle hissed at him and gave him a rough shove. "I just want to show you something." Harry considered making a run for it at these words, though he did not know where to, when his uncle put a heavy hand on his shoulder and clasped down on it.

True to his uncle's world they merely walked for another five minutes, they were deep within the forest now, if someone where to look for them they would have to walk almost equally deep into the forest to find them. Pain exploded along the left side of Harry's face and he was thrown to the ground, his uncle loomed over him first still outstretched while his other hand held a gag which he promptly tied around Harry's head, preventing him from speaking.

Panicking Harry began to struggle only for him to have his head smashed against the nearest tree, his vision blurred and his glasses hit the ground where Vernon promptly stomped on them. "Hold still, freak." He muttered angrily at his nephew. With that he began to pull out ropes out of his backpack and began to tie Harry up, uncaring of the boy's muffled protests.

It didn't take him long to tie up the small malnourished boy, but he wasn't satisfied with simply letting Harry tied up on the forest floor. Vernon wanted to be sure that there wasn't even the slightest chance of the boy ever escaping, with that in mind he pulled yet more rope out of the backpack and tied his nephew to a nearby tree.

Then without even a hint of regret or hesitation he picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulders giving Harry an evil smile. "Good bye, freak." He hissed gleefully and strutted back the way they came.

Harry meanwhile didn't even try to call out to him, even if his uncle would hear his muffled cries he wouldn't return. As he struggled against his bonds he could feel the tears flowing down his face and he couldn't help but berate his own foolishness. They must have planned something like this from the very beginning. He realised with some anger but the panic and desperation he felt were slowly overpowering that as well. I have to get out of here.

Harry tried everything he could think of. He tried to grind the ropes that bound him to the tree like he had seen in an old movie that he watched when he wasn't supposed to, but that didn't work no matter how much he attempted to move the ropes would hardly move at best.

Next he tried to rip free with every ounce of strength he could muster, but the ropes wouldn't budge and all he did was exhaust himself and end up feeling humiliated by his failure. Once he had gotten his breathing back under control he even tried to call onto his 'freakishness' as the Dursleys had dubbed it.

The ability that had allowed him to escape from Dudley and his gang during their many games of 'Harry Hunting', that had allowed him to evade their grasping hands, run faster than any of them for long periods of time and sometimes even seemingly even whisk him away and onto the branch of a tree or a low roof.

But no matter how much he concentrated or how much he wished for the ropes to disappear his desires would be left unanswered. At the end of the day the only thing keeping him upright were the very shackles that bound him as he was breathing heavily, utterly exhausted from his futile efforts to free himself.

He eventually fell into a restless sleep, even while his consciousness was absent he seemed to struggle against his entrapment. Though these attempts proved just as fruitless as those earlier and thus Harry woke up the next day, feeling just as exhausted if not more so then he did when he went to sleep.

His throat was burning with thirst, his stomach was growling to signal its need for nourishments and his bladder felt uncomfortably full. Harry however couldn't, or in the last case wouldn't, satisfy his body's demands and tiredly resumed his attempts of freeing himself. It was almost noon when he heard something, the snapping of dry branches on the forest floor.

He immediately began making as much noise as possible, which admittedly wasn't much due to the gag but still better than nothing, hoping to attract the attention of whoever was making their way through the forest.

To Harry's immense relief the sound of someone walking towards him got louder and a few moments later a girl stepped out of the surrounding trees. She was older than he was, if he were to guess he would assume her to be roughly twice his own age.

The girl regarded him warily with her violet eyes, almost as if she was expecting him to simply shrug of his bonds and attack her at any moment. He did his best to look as helpless as possible, a task that was rather easy since he literally was helpless at the moment.

The black haired girl still only approached him slowly and carefully before she removed the gag that prevented him from speaking, immediately taking a step back afterwards. "Thank you." He told her honestly, feeling somewhat better without the gag in his mouth though the rops were still quite the bother to be sure.

"What are you?" The girl merely asked in return and cocked her head to the side. "You don't feel human… or at least not like other humans."

That statement seemed to hit him like a hammer and he could feel the air leaving his lungs with a gasp. Where the Dursleys right? He couldn't help but wonder. Am I something unnatural after all? So distracted was he by his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the girl moving closer again, and the fact that she actually began to free him from his prison, though she still was ready to either run or hit him if she had to do either.

He noticed though when the ropes suddenly stopped supporting his weight and he crashed face first into the ground. A moment later he felt a pair of small hands turning him over and he found himself looking once more into the girls violet eyes. "I am sorry, are you alright?" She asked him kindly even though her expression still was guarded.

He merely nodded in reply as she got to work on the ropes that were tied around his body. It didn't take her long to free him and with some help of the mysterious girl he managed to stand up, even though his limbs felt stiff and weak. "So?"

"So?" He echoed her with a frown wondering what she wanted to know.

"So, what are you? You never said." She clarified and looked down at him curiously.

"I- I'm just a freak." He spat out and shook his head and looked up at her, the girl for her part seemed to be shocked by his answer if the small gasp and her rapidly widening eyes were any indication. "Anyway, I am Harry, Harry Potter, nice to meet you." He finished tiredly as if his previous declaration had consumed what little energy he still posed to begin with. "Thank you for, well for saving my life."

She nodded once in reply before she asked another uncomfortable question. "Why were you tied up in the first place?"

Harry actually flinched in response, the knowledge that his relatives never liked him was one thing that they were willing to murder him another. "I- I wasn't wanted… they left me here."

Instead of asking who they were the girl simply nodded in understanding as flash of pain flittered over her own face at his words. "I understand."

"Where are you parents?" He decided to ask her a question for a change and almost immediately regretted it when he saw his saviour's hands clench into bloodless fists and a enraged look dawn in her eyes.

"Gone." She hissed out between clenched teeth and turned around and took a few steps only to stop when she noticed Harry following her. "What are you doing?"

"Following you." He told her as if should be obvious, which to him it was.

"Why?"

"I don't have anyone, I don't know anyone here… you helped me… I would like to help you too." He answered her hesitantly and uncomfortably. "Please?" She didn't answer as she turned around and continued walking but she didn't deny him either. Taking her silence as a sign of acceptance Harry began to follow the girl once more. "What's your name?"

"Akeno Himejima." Was her quiet reply as she kept on walking not once turning to see if he was keeping up. A recurring theme as he noticed the more time he spent with her. The first few days she would hardly speak, and while never rude Akeno seemed to have trouble opening up to anyone that wasn't herself.

As days turned into weeks he learned how Akeno managed to acquire money and food. The ten year old girl would purify evil spirits and save people who had been possessed by the very same. In exchange those she had saved would offer her some money and food, some even tried to adopt her but she would always refuse.

As time went on Akeno taught him how to purify spirits and ghosts himself, as well as Japanese. Harry was very surprised to learn that Akeno didn't speak english but rather had an innate ability that allowed her to speak to everyone in their native language as well as understand them.

He honestly had no idea how exactly that worked. Alone the thought of Akeno talking to a bunch of people who all spoke a different language, if they afterwards tried to talk to each other someone had to notice that something was amiss. Or they just ignored it, or he was overthinking things at any rate it made the Japanese lessons interesting as Akeno had to concentrate pretty hard in an effort not to be understood by him.

In return Harry tried to teach her English and take as much work from her as possible. So it was him that usually cooked something for them, though it was a new experience for him to do so on an open fire, or otherwise just went to buy food for the both of them it was during one of his shopping trips that he managed to acquire a small tent with two sleeping bags for the two of them.

Harry had just walked out of the small retail shop when his attention had been caught by a tall man, looking to be in his twenties, with black hair, golden bangs and black goatee who was currently busy arguing with his cell phone and angrily throwing a pair of sleeping bags on the pavement. "Damnit." The man muttered and shook his head as he hung up. Sighing he looked up and his violet eyes caught Harry's green ones. "Sorry about that kid…. My buddys just decided to leave me hanging, hope I didn't scare you."

"No, sir." Harry told him politely and made to walk past him, food in his backpack when the man stopped him.

"Say kid, you want to take this stuff with you… that way I dont have the hassle of giving it back and you might use it to hang out with your friends." The man asked him in uncaringly. Harry didn't hesitate for long as he grabbed said items and gave the man a grateful smile.

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't mention it kid." The man replied lazily and waved him off, if Harry had payed closer attention he might have spotted the small satisfied smile on the man's face, as it was though he went back to meet with Akeno without knowing whom or what he just met.

It would take another three months before Akeno was willing to trust him enough to reveal her secret to him. That she was the daughter of a fallen angel, when he showed some doubt at her claims she quickly dispersed them when she showed him her wings.

While she was relieved that Harry bore no resentment towards her for her ancestry she was far less enthused about his sheer delight at her black wings. According to him they were comfortably warm and soft and above all fluffy or in other words, perfect to use as a pillow during a quick nap.

Afterwards their relationship didn't change much, though Harry asked her several questions tied to her relatives. "If there a Fallen Angels, are there also normal Angels?" To which she explained all she knew about the three factions as well as some other mythologies. "If there is a god… why didn't he help either of us? Why isn't he helping us now?" Was another question he asked her once, though this time she had no answer for him. "Am I like you?" Was the last question he eventually asked her in that regard.

"No, you don't feel like a Fallen Angel… you feel like a human but also like something more… I think you might be magician… a human that can use magic." She explained to him as he played with her hair in boredom. At the mention that he might be able to use magic he perked up though.

"Alright, lets try it!" He told her determinedly and went to gather some wood in an attempt to light said wood on fire using only his mind. His efforts were less than successful not that he seemed bothered by it, he merely told her he would try again the next day and so on. When they eventually befriended a group of small Onis Harry managed to get them to help him in his thus far fruitless endeavors.

Of course it was then when the two of them had gotten used to this live and were as happy as they could be, despite the fact that they were hunted at times, when things started to go wrong. It began with them saving a possessed man who had made a deal with a devil, or rather Akeno saving him while Harry did what he could to help.

It was highly probable that the Devil who reigned over this territory knew that they got into contact with one of his clients, and to make matters worse the Devil in charge was a servant of the head of the Gremory family, a highly influential Devil family within the Underworld.

To escape the possible, even likely attack to eliminate the Fallen Angel that had dared set foot in Devil territory the two of them decided to hide out at an abandoned temple for a time. Just a few days later the two of them would indeed need to hide from a Devil though to their surprise it was not an adult, howling for their blood, but a young crimson haired girl probably the same age as Akeno herself.

"If you are here, then please come out. If you are willing to talk seriously about the reason for you to enter the territory of someone close to me, then I won't do anything like blaming you for it." The girl called out to the abandoned temple, but Harry and Akeno stayed silent, not trusting the girl's words. "The truth is, there are mountaineering ascetics that are looking for you. Those humans came to negotiate with us. They said, 'Can you leave the Fallen Angel girl to us?'" She continued and Harry could feel Akeno shiver beside him at the mention of these humans. "Before those people appear in front of you, come to my side. I won't treat you badly. As long as you explain the situation to me, I will give you the most support I can." The crimson haired girl promised gently, though once more she received nothing but silence as an answer. After a few more moments the girl turned and left and Akeno practically collapsed against Harry.

Unfortunately this what not the end of things, the next day the two of them got up at the crack of dawn and made their way through the forest that was right next to the highway in an attempt to escape both the Devils and the humans that hunted for them. They almost managed to escape, almost. At the very edge of the forest a net hit them both from the side and tied them down. To make matters worse the more they struggled the weaker they felt, as if there efforts only encouraged the net too sap their strength from their bodies all the faster.

Perhaps it was because Harry was struggling so much, or perhaps it was because the net was originally intended to be used on a Fallen Angel hybrid, but for whatever reason the young child was soon barely conscious. Though even in his state of exhaustion he could somewhat hear what they were talking about.

The moment he learned that it was Akeno's own granduncle who had come to murder her he could feel a wrath growing within him he hadn't thought was possible. His own family had despised and hated him, but if he had run away from them they would have happily left him alone and not hunted him down to kill him.

In a last ditch attempt of protecting his new family Harry tried to crawl on top of Akeno to shield her from whatever her uncle attempted before losing his consciousness. When he woke up again it was to see a concerned Akeno looking down at him with the crimson haired Devil next to her and a middle-aged man in butler's clothing looming over the two of them.

"Harry? Can you hear me?" Akeno asked him with a frown and put a hand on his forehead, swiping away his hair as she did so. At the sight of his lightning shaped scar the middle-aged man's eyes widened in surprise.

"I am fine Akeno, they didn't hurt you did they?" He replied and literally shot up into a sitting position.

"No, I am fine thanks to Rias and Agrippa." The Fallen Angel hybrid replied and gestured towards the girl and the man respectively.

"Thank you for saving us." He told them respectfully and gave a small bow towards both of them. "I am-"

"Harry Potter." Agrippa cut him off before shaking himself out of his stupor. "My apologies for the interruption but I couldn't help but recognize such a prominent figure such as yourself."

"I prefer Harry Himejima." Harry corrected the man gently and cocked his head in confusion. "And I am sorry but… prominent? I am nothing special, I am just a kid."

"There is a great deal of people who would disagree with you Mr. Himejima." Agrippa told him with a kind smile before turning towards Rias with a cheerful expression on his face. "Now then princess, I trust that I can leave the rest to you."

Rias nodded back with a gentle smile on her face and gestured towards both Harry and Akeno with her hands. "Come on, I'll introduce you to my family." With these words the three of them were enveloped in a magic circle before disappearing from their spot on the earth, only to reappear not a second later in front of a gorgeous and luxurious castle.

A young looking woman with violet eyes and brown hair already awaited them and greeted them with a kind smile. "How do you do? You must be the Fallen Angel and her magician brother that Rias mentioned. It's very nice to meet you, I am Rias mother, Venelana. It's okay for you to think of this house as your own."

Harry shared a quick glance with Akeno at that, something the both of them had wished for, for so long. A home.

Author Notes:

Nomad-117: Tada, you want crazy? I have crazy in spades. If I should continue this storyline sometime I want to make something clear. First of all, no, Harry will not get a sacred gear or join Rias peerage, I am not saying that he will never become a devil but certainly not any time soon.

Second, I don't plan, and I hope I'll manage to keep to said plan, to make Harry OP. So he probably won't bitch slap Voldemort to death with a chicken.

And lastly, I figured it be appropriate if Agrippa recognized him since the guy has some ties to the wizarding world as well with the whole chocolate frog card thing going for him. Though I plan to separate/differentiate the Potter verse magic and DxD verse magic in some form.