Custodian
Harry Potter/Highschool DxD
Harry Potter/?
I own nothing
This is my first fic in the Highschool DxD world.

XIV: Crash and Burn

Rias's peerage was in shock. First of all an entire Cadre of Fallen Angels had directly attacked the peace summit, accompanied by a descendant of the actual Leviathan; coupled with these events, Kokabiel had managed to not only demoralise the two exorcists, but he had also managed to defeat their Pact Magician!

Rias and Akeno; who'd been taken by surprise at the raw power and casual whimsical nature of Harry, they'd got it into their heads that Harry was unconquerable. They'd seen him walk over Risers Peerage and fought with Riser on a level of power that would be associated with Heads of Families; they'd even seen him shrug in the face of foul-play and trashed Riser and his Peerage a second time after the Third Son of Phenex had declared he'd bribed the Field Makers to get his Peerage back in the game.

Rias had seen him casually decapitate Raynare, who'd just killed her recent Pawn. Then when Argento Asia had arrived at Raynares' groups behest with the intent of extracting the Twilight Healing, an incredibly powerful Sacred Gear, that particular attempt had been thwarted.

But to see him launch himself at Kokabiel, injure him slightly but most certainly unsettling the warmongering Fallen Angel. Then he tried to play said Fallen off against the Devil of Leviathan only for him to lose his arm, leg and his ribs getting crushed.

Rias's considerable power and dangerous temper exploded. Following Harry's motions an incredibly dense orb of destruction formed in her hands, with arcs of destruction crackling off it "Destruction Control!"

The orb of destructive energy slammed into Kokabiel, eliciting a scream of pain from the Fallen Angel. Then it was followed up by Excalibur Destruction and Mimic slamming into him, or rather Excalibur Destruction slammed into Kokabiel but a light made longsword deftly parried Excalibur Mimic.

"I AM KOKABIEL, THE ANGEL OF THE STARS! FROM THE DARKNESS BEYOND THE STARS WAS I MADE, MY SOUL AS EMPTY AS THE NIGHT. TO FIGHT IN WAR ETERNAL WAS MY PURPOSE, MY BLOODLUST NEVER SATED! IT IS I WHO TOOK THE GREATEST PRIZE OF ALL, I WHO BECAME THE SON WHO KILLED THE FATHER!" Kokabiel chanted, as a result his magic began toil and bubble, the dimensional bubble that had cracked and fallen away in some places began to creak, twist and crack some more.

Dimensional bubbles were durable but even they had limits.

(Harry's Mind)

"You're a fucking idiot, you do know, that right?" 'Cel rumbled.

"Apparently so…But anyway, why am I here? Because I'm not sure if you've realised, we're kind of a leg short and don't have two hands on this situation anymore."

"Please don't start with the puns, runt. You're not humerus at all. Also, I'd strongly debate whether we had any hands on any situation at all."

"And you're just a pancreas. What do we do now?"

"Well, your Werewolf Healing, Phoenix Blood and my Healing are keeping you from bleeding out, we're slowly regenerating your limbs. However, we're not going to be able to heal you and get you combat ready before Kokabiel loses his rag."

"What about the chesty bitch. The Leviathan descendent? Think you can patch me up to a fighting chance against her?"

Cel froze "Let me say this, you got flattened and maimed because Kokabiel got serious with you, he's now going full on war-monger. He's the Fallen Angel that killed God; even if you went full Juggernaut Drive, Eternal Knight and Lupine you'd only just slow him down momentarily. Some days you're the fly and other days you're the fly-swat. Today is a day where you're the fly. As for Chestyviathan…she's sucking on powered blessings that are stronger than my FATHER; and he's one of the four strongest DRAGONS in existence."

"So she's made pacts to make herself more powerful; Tom did the same and look at him…six feet under in six thousand different pieces."

"You know the Juggernaut chant. I am who is about to awaken blah, blah, blah, blah I laugh at the Infinite and I grieve at the Dream…"

Harry nodded "I shall become the Bronze Dragon of Acceleration and I shall sink you to the depths of bronze purgatory…words to that effect. What about it?"

"Chesty is sucking on the power given to her by the Ouroboros Dragon or Infinite Dragon God."

Harry stopped "Oh…That bad?"

"Kid, she makes Grigori's Governor-General go 'oh'…So yeah, very bad news."

Harry groaned "So, again…digression aside. In summary we're fucked. How fucked?"

"Like the Wild Geese in Hellsing."

"Fuck…Any suggestions on how to Un-Zorin Blitz fuck ourselves?"

"Well, that cute Devil Leviathan. I mean the one we drank under the table…"

"Please tell me you're not…"

"You've been hanging out around Hyodou for too damn long."
"We, you mean."

"Touché."

"Anyway, without innuendo…I can feel my lungs filling with blood and I'd rather not die by asphyxiation by my own essence."

"She's gonna offer you an Evil Piece."

"Please tell me, we can screw it over?"

"Naturally. I'm a Dragon, You're a Custodian, a Werewolf, Dragon, Phoenix and a Basilisk; you've more power than you can shake a stick at and you're seriously shit at wielding all of it. What you're doing are barely parlour tricks to the shit our ancestors could do. Ephraim Potter, Qrow's father put Michael, Uriel and Raphael to FLIGHT after he kicked the shit out of the three of them. He also set Azazel's ass on fire. The same Azazel whose fighting Chestyviathan."

"That must have been a dry-heat…Alright, let's do this conversion make Serafall squeal and the Satans to brick themselves."

"In other words be you…You do realise you're about to make the paperwork for your services much more complex and simple."

"Yeah, yeah."

(Dimension Bubble)

Azazel and his two Governors hadn't come alone. They'd brought a small entourage as well, much like Heaven and the Underworld. However, one of the wasn't a Fallen. He was a half-devil, named Vali Lucifer, descendent of Lucifer himself; and most importantly the Wielder of Divine Dividing.

"Divine Dividing, Scale Mail!" Vali called, his calm tone cut through the chatter and battle cries. Albion chuckled in Vali's head "Careful, Vali…Right now we cannot fight Ddraig yet. As much as I would encourage you to, but we must dispatch Kokabiel to maintain appearances."

"As you wish."

Vali and Xenovia crashed into Kokabiel as Sirzechs began to make his way over. The blasts from the Excalibur Fragments, the spell fire and other effects of locking the Three Factions together was causing the fractured dome to completely crack open.

Neville looked up to see the Dimension Bubble cracking "Guys…" He dodged a stab from a Lightsword and responded with a shattering hex that broke the innate magical resistance of the Fallen Angel allowing for a Black curse to dispatch the Fallen Angel.

Everywhere, Sirius looked there was fighting. Fallen Angels, fighting Fallen Angels, Angels and Devils. Along with Devils fighting Fallen Angels and Angels. He could see the twelve or so spell casters that had joined Harry, all of them winded and weary. As for Harry himself, he was in a bad-way; to the point where Rias's elder brother and his peerage were actively protecting McGregor as the venerable mage used his considerable magical power and knowledge to assist Harry in a rapid recovery.

The result was mixed, Harry was showing positive signs of being influenced by the magic was evident but the boy's body wasn't properly taking to the magic.

"No, Death you fiend! You're not taking my friend and new companion from me so quickly!" Serafall declared, landing in a roll as headed towards Sirzechs Peerage.

"Serafall…You have a full peerage…" Sirzechs declared.

"They were all promoted to Kings and started their own Sitri peerages. Ju, gave me a brand new Peerage set; one tied to the Leviathan Title…He made all Clan Heads and their true descendants additional peerages; to get his project through the Congress, he was required to add that stipulation."

"Has anyone done such a thing?" Sirzechs asked.

Ajuka summoned up his sigil and began to hastily repair the dome as a blank set of evil pieces in a box with the crest of 'Leviathan' on it fell out of his pocket. Serafall swiped it up and placed her hands on the downed Custodian. "Harry, can you hear me."

"Overly chirpy, small of stature but large on charm…Aye, I can hear you Lady Leviathan. How'd I look?"

Serafall giggled slightly "I'd say like you've had a date with a blender; but I think you'd call that a compliment."

"I would…So, Serafall, Serafall, Serafall; I, Hadrian son of James of House Potter; summon thee."

Serafall giggled "You summoned me Lord Potter?"

"I swear myself unto you and to yourself for the price of healing and a second chance to live. Getting stabbed by holy-light isn't what I prescribed."

"I, Serafall Leviathan, take you into my service. I shall heal you and restore you to your prime fighting form on three conditions. One) Give me your honest and true counsel at all times. Two) Don't change a thing about yourself; you've become known as the Mage of Mastigos, Right Hand of Pandamonium and Left Hand of Bad Ideas and Role Models amongst other things. Three) Protect by cute little sister."

Harry chuckled, and spat blood "Aye. I agree, so how do we do this? Kiss? Signed and Sealed in Blood? Handshake?"

Serafall grinned at her new friend, ally and servant. She and Sirzechs went ways back and she'd always liked how he'd made his Peerage feel like a family. Like now, how they were protecting MacGregor and Harry. "Whatever you fancy."

"Sensei, let Leviathan do her healing magic. Serafall, get me onto my feet." Several sigils faded and they were replaced by the seals of the Sitri clan. Harry groaned as the highly magical potent healing waters of the Sitri clan rushed through his body, he watched with fascination as his arm and leg were grabbed by tendrils of his blood and pulled to him. They almost seamlessly reattached themselves leaving puckered red circles of what looked like stitch marks around where the light-blades had removed the limbs from his body.

Harry reached out and Serafall's petite but extraordinarily strong grip pulled him to his feet. Serafall, yelped as Harry grabbed her and stained her formal wear red with his blood and he kissed her full on the lips. "Pact signed and sealed."

Serafall shook her head, closed her eyes and grabbed the Queen Piece of her new Peerage set and shoved it into Harry's chest and rapidly healing ribs "Be reborn; Hadrian, son of James. Be reborn; Hadrian, son of James as a Warrior of Leviathan. Be reborn; Hadrian, son of James as a Mage of Leviathan. Be reborn; Hadrian, son of James as a Defender of Leviathan. Be reborn; Hadrian, son of James as the Queen of Serafall Leviathan's Peerage." The blank white queen piece took on a blue and yellow hue and as it entered Harry's chest Sona, was pretty sure she felt two Queen pieces in her hand.

"I, Hadrian, son of James accepts this boon and be reborn." There was a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning, Harry burnt away and in an identical clap of thunder and lightning, he reappeared in the same spot. Harry concentrated and two black devil wings erupted from his back.

He went to speak, but his faithful sword Fragarach appeared in one hand and Excalibur Nightmare appeared in the other. "A drum, a drum! Hadrian has come! Now, Kokabiel, Angel of the Stars, Butcher of Yahweh…Your skull is mine."

Rias and her Peerage, along with Sona and hers watched wide-eyed as Harry; who'd previously been on Death's door was now whole, healthy and looking exceptionally pissed. "You, a newly born Devil think you can best me?" He shrieked. He then absentmindedly back handed an incoming figure in a white scale mail.

"That's my Uncle, Albion, The Vanishing Dragon."

"Don't need this right now. I really fucking don't."

"Yeah, I know I can."