Going On a Demon Hunting Trip
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the world of Harry Potter, or any and all official characters from the Harry Potter series itself. J.K Rowling, the woman behind the series, owns this genre along with other companies and whatnot that help make this series enjoyable in the world.
I do not own the Devil May Cry Series, the world of Devil May Cry, or any and all official characters from the video game series (and its animated series). Capcom has official contract of Devil May Cry. I make no money writing this, just a lot of fun crafting such creative ideas into an interwoven plot.
All I own is my Original Characters Sekai and Rin Ishtal, as well as Stephanie O'Connell.
EDIT: As of July 5, 2012, this story has its lemon scene edited to negate anything explicitly detailed. However still, it IS mature-rated since the Devil May Cry series does have fantasy violence regarding demon hunting, monsters, and supernatural stuff. I simply did all I could to keep the lemons from souring it.
Year 1992, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Third Corridor Trap Door Room
Countryside of Scotland, United Kingdom
His friends had made it to the trap door, when they jumped on. But, when Harry began to follow his friends, the harp stopped, and Fluffy woke up in a snap. With a snarl, it jumps and traps the door, where Hermione and Ron had just gotten entangled by the Devil Snare. Harry was shocked, and backed away by the three dogs' heads growling.
"So... you have the blood," the center head spoke audibly, growls evident in its speech.
Harry's eyes nearly bulged out in shock. Did it talk?
The left head laughs in amusement. "Yes, you heard us. We can speak. We're different, you know."
"And yet you are surprised," the right head said. "You after all have centaurs and they are capable of human speech, and yet they are a mortal earth creature, not one born from hell, like we are. We're more than a simple dog guardian of the Underworld."
"That's right," the center head says, "we're a Devil."
"D-Devil?" Harry whispered.
Center smirks. "Think of us as a demon, but we are much stronger than mere mindless monsters. We can think on our own; we're crafty, clever, and able to pass ourselves off as normal creatures in the human world. It will be strange for a three-headed dog to exist in the human world, but yet in the wizarding world, no one blinks and accepts the abnormal AS normal unless it harms them."
Left gazes at the boy wizard. "And while we are talking, you should take note that temporarily, as far as anyone else knows, it's completely silent. We have demon magic to temporarily place a demonic ward to prevent any humans from entering your space."
"We did this because a couple of months ago, when you first stumbled into this room, we caught your scent. More importantly, your blood," Right explains.
"My blood?"
"Yes," Center speaks, "what do you know of the Evans Family Name?"
Harry blinked. "Evans? That's the name of my mum before she married my dad!"
"Ah," all three heads say, now understanding.
The left speaks. "So, you are the mimetic legacy of the heritage of the Evans Family."
The right speaks. "He who inherited the ancient bloodline of the ancient hunters whom hunt demons..."
And finally, the center dog head. "But are you worthy of it? Do you have the power to find out your ancestor's heritage?"
"Can we talk later?" Harry asked warily, still having a tight grip on his wand, "my friends need my help, and Professor Snape could be close to stealing the Philosopher's Stone under the trap door."
But the Cerberus, Fluffy, slams their paws against the ground.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! Not until you can defeat us!" all three heads shout.
Harry balked. "What?" he shouted completely horrified at having to challenge the monster dog.
"The man whom you are chasing is not who you expect. But he is still dark and has the scent of evil on him. While within our warding time is going severely slow. We've been here for only five minutes and it's been only half a second in the real world."
The left head begins to growl dangerously.
"So until you beat us, or die trying, we're going to have fun."
The right head chuckles with crude mirth. "Yes... let us play, little wizard."
And finally, the center heads lets out a long howl, mimicked by the other two heads. Harry backed to the door but felt a red flare of energy which pushed him away.
"Play with us!" the heads chant, "Just try and fight, he who inherits the bloodline!"
It was chained down by its three heads, and Harry would assume by magic to keep it from breaking free. So Harry knew he'd have some leg room to avoid getting clawed by its paws. But how can he-holy shit!
You got nothing and nothing got you
I can see your fear it surrounds you
Built with strife and insight but it's not enough
I'll defeat and discreet your every move
Instinctual, just take your life
One step, one breath you're under my knife
Killing slow is the way I conquer
It's time for torture test can't wait no longer
With your first step you will burn
Can't control your hate you've learned
Killing slow is the way I conquer
Until you know the meaning of suffer
Step twice you invite and welcome death
Pay homage to me with your last breath
Say goodbye to a life that you once knew
Along with every being that was before you
Harry did nothing but run, trying to avoid when they lunged for bites. The chain was impervious to breaking so it was all that kept him from being a roughed-up chew toy for three hungry heads of a demon dog. Embers drip from the center head, before it raises its head, and then jut down with a spit, shooting a ball of fire shocking Harry. He jumped out of the way as the fireball smashes into the wall near him and created a scorch mark.
"It can breathe fire!"
The three heads rear, then roar at Harry. Harry brought his wand up and flicked, sending off a white reddish jet of light. Unbeknownst to him, it was a Bombarda spell, and he had casted one nonverbally and out of desperation. The heads all bark in pain as the spell impacted them. As weak as it was, it still hurt. Shaking their heads, they growl and lunged with a clawing swipe. The chain otherwise kept it from making the full reach but the claws grazed Harry's arm.
"Play with us!"
The center heads builds up its flames, before expelling another fireball. Harry saw it was coming right at him.
"Carpe Retractum!"
It was another spell he tried out of desperation. To his surprise, and Fluffy's, the magical rope connected with the fireball. It was still speeding though, so Harry moved out of the way and swung his wand. The rope snapped and disintegrated into sparkles, but the flame, rebounded, smashed into the left head, making it cry out in pain.
"That's it! No more nicety!" Left snarls, a burn mark blinding its right eye.
Harry remade the last wand movement he did earlier that hurt them, and once again, he somehow casted the Bombarda spell.
"He's unique for a child," the center growls, shaking the pain off. "Go and bite his ass off!"
The body moved as best it could despite the chains, but Harry moved well out of their reach to avoid getting bit. They spit fireball but Harry avoids one by luck, uses Carpe Retractum to reflect the other fireball back, harming Fluffy's left head the most.
Allow me to help you, Harry heard a woman's whisper in his ear. He looked around, but when one of their paws came to smash him down since he was too close, his body just took over by instinct and he somersaulted away. The three heads stare, but before they knew it, Harry was flicking his spells at them, Bombarda, Reducto, and even the Scalpere curse.
Remember them, the woman's voice whispers and that feeling of euphoria faded, thus returning his senses to the real world.
"Die!"
He heard them shout before they unleashed a triple fireball attack with snarling rage. He ran, avoiding them and using Carpe Retractum to redirect one of them into the other, causing an explosion.
"Scalpere! Scalpere! Scalpere! Reducto!"
The sword slashing spells, combined with the other spell had gravely injured them. One of the dogs' heads got a grizzly slash along the center of the face, close to grazing the right eye. But the Reducto had struck the throat of the right head when it had just spat a fireball. The explosion burned its mouth severely.
Harry panted. The last spell took a bit of energy from him, but he held his wand as steady as he is able to. Another casting of Scalpere, and he blinded the left dog's eyes, making it howl in intense pain.
"Fucking human!"
"Bombarda!" He shouts loudly, casting the explosion curse, which blew them back from the channeling of magic he poured into that final spell. It was enough to overcome the enchantments on the chain binding Fluffy to the floor, thus the three-headed dog smashed into the wall. Only the demonic warding it casted beforehand prevented it from blowing through the wall and into the corridor beyond the locked door.
They were done for it, and they knew it.
"Well... he's beaten us," the center head stated, as the body moved, and winced at the pain. Broken legs, and they felt one of their lungs got punctured by the broken ribs. The center head spits up a glob of blood.
Left smiles devilishly, despite blood running from his damaged eye sockets. "Yes... a true test. No wonder he got sorted into Gryffindor. He's courageous indeed."
"Even against a demon dog from hell itself," Right says with a coughing laugh, "although, that Hagrid fellow fattened us up with all those meals and treats. We were sluggish nonetheless this whole time."
"Not to mention the cows and sheep," Left says with a laugh of its own, "but the boy would have been killed instantly had this stupid chain not keep us from wandering the castle. Used as a mere guard dog for some red rock that can create gold and the Life Elixir..."
"But the boy," Center speaks up, silencing his two heads, "he's much like his mother... once he discovers who she and her family really were."
Harry stared at Fluffy as it sluggishly, and with a limb he noticed in its right foreleg. It showed signs of burn marks, and cuts and tissue damage. Sure, he didn't know many spells that could be useful for a spell fight, as he was only a first year, but that Carpe Retractum spell he learned during the school year was a useful one which helped him redirect the fireballs Fluffy spat at him. And also, that strange euphoric sense that overcame him briefly and granting him knowledge of three spells he's ever heard of before, but now could do as if he's been taught them his whole life.
"Take our power, Harry Potter-Evans," they say as one, "Conceal us from their all-knowing eyes, and do not let them take us from you. We will be of great help when you learn more of your legacy."
With that, they glowed brightly before shrinking. And when the light faded, all that was left hovering in the air with a fire-like orange aura was a tri-barreled gun with the motif of a wolf or dog. Harry took it, and deep inside him, felt as if he made a connection he didn't wish to see severed. All of his injuries from the fight filtered his body, healing him. And the demonic warding shattered, thus returning time to normal, and leaving a trap door unblocked.
While understanding that firearms and guns in particular weren't supposed to be in the hands of a child (having grown up in the muggle world until the letter showed up), Harry however kept the gun, which was simply called Cerberus.
He never knew just how useful Cerberus came to be as he grew up...
"Damn," he said, remembering his friends in the trap door, and rushed to it, and then, bravely, leaps into the darkness...
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"Lumos Solem!"
He tentacles constricting them untied themselves and the three children fell...
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"... Use the keys... but which one?"
"Look... that one looks like it's been injured," Ron said, pointing to one key that had a crippled bug wing...
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"Giant chess pieces..."
"Looks like that piece wants us to match it with a game?"
Why do I have a sudden fear of cursed chess pieces from hell? Harry thought.
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"... kay? Just be careful, Harry," Hermione whispered to her best friend, before leaving...
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"I met him when I traveled around the world. A foolish young man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. My master showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil... there is only power, and those too weak to understand it... Since then, I serve him faithfully, although I have let him down many times."
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"I wish to see the boy..."
"B-but master! You don't have much strength!"
"I have enough to do this," the voice stated back, and forcibly controlled Quirrell like a puppet, twisting his host's body around...
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... Screaming, the cries of the professor as Quirrell tried to curse Harry, but couldn't when Harry tackled him, and the man began to burn like a vampire struck by pure sunlight... until Harry got back up and took out Cerberus, frightening the burned Professor, as he's heard about the muggles and their use of those contraptions they called firearms. Harry, as if he's held a gun all his life, pulls the trigger on the Professor. Repeatedly.
Bang! Bang bang bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The man's riddled with holes and bleeding badly. Harry takes one last aim, and in the dying man's eyes, could see a flash of light reflect from the eyes of the Boy-Who-Lived behind those thick-framed glasses. It made him fear him much more. The boy... he was... like a demon...
"Jackpot..."
Voldemort as a shade escaped Professor Quirrell just as the final bullet was put into the possessed wizard's brain, thus ending his life. But, seconds after, Professor Quirrell explodes into ash, and the shade screamed as he rushed Harry as he just holstered the gun back into his robes.
"POTTER!"
Harry opened his eyes, and shot up. The clock read 6:47 AM. He saw Cerberus on the table next to Ascension. He sighed.
"It's been awhile since I had that dream... an omen of things to come?"
He gets out of bed, revealing he was just in his boxers, and walks up to the window and gazes out. From the high floor of his hotel room, he could see the city night life as the morning eventually will come, and the first hint of sunlight brings forth another ordinary day.
Hopefully a day where lesser demons would not brazenly attack in daylight...
"Eh... morning wood..."
Harry closed the curtains and climbed back into bed, grabbing the remote and turning the television on.
"Wish I can go and see Stephanie... man, could use a quick one..."He starts to think of one of his few friends outside Hogwarts.
Stephanie O'Connell. She didn't let Dudley or his thugs intimidate or bully her around; she was very capable of taking care of herself, and kick major arse. Stephanie and Harry also had this type of friends with benefits thing going on between them, starting from when he turned fourteen. So yeah, he lost his virginity at age 14. She called it his early birthday gift, in fact, before they had sex.
"Wonder if Stephanie's awake..."
In fact, she was, back in Surrey. Although, she had to be quiet; she shared a room with her little sister who was sleeping on the top bunk bed. She had the bed on the bottom, and under the blankets playing with herself, thinking of her green-eyed friend she craved for.
"Ngh... Harry," she whispered quietly. "I wish I had you here with me..."
Harry's imagination in his hotel room was painting him a wonderful scenario.
"Stephanie... you'd feel so good to enjoy right now," he grunted to himself, quickly kicking off his boxers and leans back.
Two masturbating teenagers, in two different locations in Europe, Harry and Stephanie each were having such adult thoughts of one another, both craving to touch one another in such lusting ways. Soon, both teens would reach the high peak... you know... experiencing "heaven". Both would pant softly, basking in that wonderful afterglow of a delightful emotional treat to their senses.
"Stephanie..." Harry closed his eyes, thinking of the pink-eyed girl from Surrey and ignoring the warm mess he made.
Stephanie in her bed, would slowly open her eyes, cheeks flushed red from the silent fun she had. "Harry... I wish I knew where you went off to..."
Harry slowly opened his yes again, and decided to get out of bed. He had a lot of things to do today, and a flight to catch at the local airport. Off he heads to the loo to take a shower. A half hour later, Harry had signed out of the hotel with his things, and dressed in his "devil hunter outfit" walks passing by a family with a young girl. He was too busy looking for a cab, that he did not recognize the family or the lone girl. But the girl did, as she stopped to look back at the black-haired teenager who was quickly crossing the street.
"Gabby, come now. Eez got some thingz to do, hurry."
"Coming mama," Gabrielle Delacour said, quickly catching up with her mother and father.
Gabrielle couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she thought the boy she passed looked familiar. But, she slowly placed that thought to her memory. She was going to visit her cousins.
Fleur... where are you? Why did you disappear like that?
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"So Morrison, who is Sekai, and where can I find him?" questioned Harry.
"Sekai Ishtal is a Japanese Egyptian young man in his twenties. He was born in Japan, but his mother is supposedly from Cairo. He has a half sister named Rin, and together, they make a living offering jobs in the mercenary world."
Harry paid the cab before it drove off with its money, leaving Harry in the rain. He was however using an umbrella to shield himself. He walks down the sidewalk, heading towards his destination which wasn't that far from the corner he stopped at.
"They don't do anything that involves human lives unless they are the truly criminally insane. They fully believe in sorcery and how to fight against demons, evil spirits, and dangerous monsters, and they say he and Rin have dealt in more than one occasion fighting against the supernatural since the age of seven."
Harry stops in front of a nondescript building. The building he arrived to was a drab gray with faded red brick building, and some windows with decent locks, and blinders. The door was metal and double-ended. The sign on it was written in Japanese: イシュタル探偵. Under the first sign was a second one in Universal English: Ishtal Detective Agency.
"If it's a job you're looking for dealing with demons and things of a supernatural nature, or just a job to make some money, they will be the best to turn to. The run a business called the Ishtal Detective Agency. It's located in Berlin, Germany."
The flight to Germany was long, and Harry couldn't bring his motorcycle with him, so with the use of his new wand had it stored into his specialized custom traveling trunk's "garage space" floor, and then shrank it so he could fit it into his special pocket in his trench coat. He had made sure he didn't leave anything behind at the hotel before leaving to catch his flight. Morrison the day before after the incident at the Eiffel Tower personally bought him the ticket to take him to the Berlin Tempelhof Airport (1).
The door's bells jingle when Harry invited himself into the building. The front office was fairly spacious. There were several comfortable couches with a TV stand with TV, and some gaming console devices. The other side of the front floor was a pool table, a pool table lamp hanging over it, and there was a music entertainment system in the corner. The other corner has a corner desk with a computer, and several metal work shelves behind it.
"Hold on please," he heard a voice from the back rooms. It was male, "have a seat and I'll be out shortly."
Wiping his boots on the front door rug, he folds in his umbrella, drops it into the umbrella stand, and walks to the couch for a seat. He grabs the remote off the coffee table and turns the television on, and flips it to BBC.
"Huh... Doctor Who is on."
"Sorry. My sister was busy and needed my help with something," spoke the voice again.
Harry was greeted with a young man who looked to be 23 or 24. He had long sandy blond hair that he had braided into a rope-like ponytail, with white bandages wrapping up the ponytail. Some of his frontal hair locks were split, and a small longer bang dyed a fire red. His eyes were an exotic violet purple color, and with a slight tanned skin complexion. He had a large scar on his face, shaped like an X, the center of that scar over the bridge of his nose. He wore a buttoned black and white shirt, with an open red sleeveless jacket with a black diamond pattern along the upper top, and wears a black hakama with steel-toe capped Velcro sandals.
"So, Morrison called ahead and told me we'll be expecting you. My name's Sekai. And you must be Harry Potter. Pleasure to meet a fellow demon hunter, and fellow magic user..."
Sekai flashed a warm greeting.
"So, you know who I really am?"
"Those in Europe call you the Boy-Who-Lived. But you're much more than what many of those idiots think you are because of that yellow journalism printing all sorts of lies and accusations." Sekai then frowned. "And they don't know that if they continue to ignore the problem growing right in front of them, many will die. Many of them innocent people who did nothing but badmouth you. And even more will die if that Dark Lord guy discovers the growing demonic problem occurring in Europe."
Harry nodded. The young man knew what was going on then.
And that is how Harry barely survived obtaining Cerberus, AKA Fluffy as a Devil Arm. And as he grew up, he'll learn more about his mum's family (no help from rude bitchy Petunia... the bitch), and that is how he came to be: Harry Potter, Devil Hunter (of Europe). And what happened to Fleur?
Emanel and Capulet are locations in the Devil May Cry universe, but has no regional location in the real world. Therefore, in this story, Emanel City is a shore-sided city close to the borderline of Canada in Maine, and is the neighbor of Capulet, known for its historical sites and the history behind the Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda.
1) The Berlin Tempelhof Airport was an airport in Berlin, Germany, situated in the south-central borough of Tempelhof-Schöneberg. The airport ceased operating in 2008 in the process of establishing Schönefeld as the sole commercial airport for Berlin. As the year is currently 1996, it will still be in operation.
Also, hail to the Doctor...
EDIT: Keeping to the Devil May Cry aspect of the story...
[×] Weapons Inventory [×]
Ascension – Magic/Alchemy Enchanted Sword, inherited from Lily Potter's Gringotts Vault sometime before the start of the story, but after he did more research in his mother's family background. It was one of the few surviving weapons passed down in the Evans Family line for generations. It was apparently without a name upon acquisition, therefore Harry gave it one. This is one of Harry's main weapons in his secret life as a Devil Hunter.
Cerberus – Firearms Devil Arm with the power of fire, acquired after Harry passed the (deadly) test from Fluffy, the three-headed Demon Dog in Hogwarts Third Corridor Room (and former pet of Rubeus Hagrid; he's still a "missing pet" today). It is a rapid-fire weapon with a triple shot per trigger, with a secondary magical "tri-fireball" attack. Has a fourth hidden compartment, and is one of Harry's secondary main weapons alongside Ascension.
Harry's Second Wand – This wizarding wand was freely given to Harry by the Wand Maker in France's equivalence to England's Diagon Alley. It is made from Black and Red Japanese Pine, with the handle crafted from Purple Heart. It is measured at ten and a half inches with the core of a phoenix feather and scale of a snake. The French wand maker informed Harry the wand was given to him by a wand creator in Japan, and has the strange ability to combat against most forms of wizarding magic, as well as countering demon magic.