There was a brief, slightly awkward silence as we just stood there looking at each other. I cleared my throat gently, deciding introductions were probably a good next step.
"I'm Harry," I said, hesitating just slightly before adding my new surname for the first time out loud. "Harry Sitri."
She blinked in surprise, her blush deepening just a bit more. "Oh...Harry Sitri," she repeated softly, as if committing the name to memory. "It's nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Hermione Granger."
"Hermione," I repeated, liking the way her name rolled off my tongue. "Nice to meet you too."
We stood there quietly again for another moment, both of us clearly a bit unsure what to say next.
"Are you...new around here?" Hermione finally asked curiously, adjusting the heavy books in her arms. "I don't think I've ever seen you in Diagon Alley before."
I chuckled awkwardly, running a hand through my hair. "Uh, yeah. You could definitely say that. I literally just found out about this place today, actually. Bit of a crazy birthday present, to be honest..."
"Today's your birthday?" she asked, smiling warmly. "Happy birthday then!"
"Thanks," I replied with a genuine grin. "It's been one hell of a day."
She laughed softly at that, nodding sympathetically. "I can imagine. If you need help finding anything, I know this bookstore pretty well."
I felt myself relax a bit at her friendly offer. "That'd actually be great. I'm basically clueless about all this magic stuff."
Hermione brightened visibly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Then you're in luck, Harry. Books and magical research happen to be my specialties!"
I laughed lightly, feeling genuinely relieved. "Perfect. Lead the way, then." I think I just made my first magical friend...?
— Serafall —
Serafall Leviathan slumped dramatically behind the enormous polished oak desk in her luxurious office, a tall stack of signed documents and completed paperwork towering neatly to her side. She leaned her head onto the cool wood surface and groaned loudly, stretching her arms forward with exaggerated boredom.
"So freaking bored! And lonely," Serafall grumbled aloud to the empty room, kicking her feet lightly beneath the desk. She raised her head slightly, her vibrant blue eyes narrowing in frustration.
School had just started again for her beloved little sister back in Japan, which meant no more fun sisterly bonding time for months! "My precious yuri-yuri..."
Serafall missed her sister terribly already. And to make matters worse, her parents had decided now was the perfect time for some romantic getaway to a sunny tropical island in the human world, leaving her completely alone.
Serafall pouted dramatically, propping her head up with one hand as she stared blankly at the ornate ceiling. "I guess I could always go bother Behe-tan," she mumbled to herself with a sigh. Then she immediately grimaced. "But ugh, she's always so freaking serious! Seriously, she just needs to get laid. Like...yesterday."
Serafall sat up, her expression shifting thoughtfully. Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since she'd had any fun herself. She leaned back in her chair, tapping one finger thoughtfully against her lips as memories drifted through her mind.
"Hmm, when was the last time I got laid anyway?" she wondered out loud. A sly smile curved across her lips as one particular memory rose up. "Oh, yeah. That sexy little redhead back in London. Mmm...that was a fun night."
She giggled softly to herself, remembering vividly the woman's fiery green eyes, flushed cheeks, and soft curves. They'd spent hours tangled together in her bed, the redhead's anger toward her fiance having apparently given her a passionate energy that Serafall thoroughly enjoyed.
She laughed again softly, shaking her head. "Honestly, who cares if she only slept with me to get back at that idiot fiance of hers for cheating on her first. Meh, they definitely weren't going to last anyway."
Still, that had been quite a while ago. Too long, she decided firmly.
She sighed again, resting her chin back onto her palm as her mood darkened once more. "Ugh, when Sirzechs gets bored, he can just go annoy his wife or dote over his adorable little son," she complained bitterly. "Must be nice." Serafall sat up abruptly, eyes widening slightly at her own idea. "Hey! Maybe I should get a family too!?" she exclaimed excitedly to herself. "I'd be an awesome mom! Super loving and super fun-way more fun than any of those other boring Devil parents!"
Her cheerful rant was suddenly interrupted when she felt a sharp, familiar tingling sensation run across her skin. She stiffened slightly, recognizing it immediately.
Someone was actually summoning her!
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. It had been ages since anyone dared to call her like that. Most people nowadays were way too terrified of her status as one of the four Devil Maou to even think of trying it.
"Ooh, this could be fun!" she said brightly, excitement bubbling up in her chest. But then she paused, frowning deeply as she focused on the energy of the summoning. Her mood immediately soured. "Ugh. Seriously? Them?"
Goblins. Those nasty, greedy little creatures who had rebelled against the Devils when they'd been weakest, right after two brutal wars. They'd tried-and spectacularly failed-to seize the Underworld for themselves.
Serafall scowled. "Disgusting little traitors," she muttered angrily, tempted to simply ignore the summons altogether. But after a moment's thought, her eyes lit up mischievously again. "Although...maybe this could be entertaining." She grinned wickedly, eyes sparkling with amusement. "If those goblins dared to summon me without a really, really good reason, I'll just go full Miracle?Levia-tan Magical Girl and kick their ugly asses all the way back to the Stone Age! Now that's a perfect way to relieve stress!"
Laughing delightedly, she stood up quickly, straightening her clothes and smoothing out her dark, silky hair. Taking a deep, cheerful breath, she let herself relax, surrendering to the pull of the summoning spell.
"Okay, disgusting goblins!" she announced loudly to the empty room, a playful yet threatening grin on her face. "Let's see what you have to say! And you'd better hope it's good!"
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Chapter 4 (~7200 words):
— Harry —
I sat next to Serafall on the plush couch in the Dursleys' overly pristine living room. Opposite us, Dumbledore sat stiffly in an old-fashioned armchair.
I'm surprised Petunia had even let them come inside with me, although I think it was just so she could yell at them without her neighbors hearing her.
Petunia stood across the room. Her thin lips were twisted into a hateful sneer, her eyes bulging with hate.
"Absolutely not!" Petunia screeched for the third time. "My nephew is normal! Completely normal! I won't stand for you freaks barging into my home and trying to drag him into your evil little magic cult world!"
Dumbledore tried to speak up but was cut off-
"You freaks have no business here!" Petunia shouted again, pointing a bony finger accusingly at Dumbledore. "It's not enough that you corrupted my sister with your vile ways, now you're here to take Harry too?" She then turned to Serafall. "And who the hell are you? Some kind of magical whore trying to corrupt my nephew!? That won't be happening. He got a good scholarship to a respected school where he will have a normal life! Without you!"
I shifted uneasily, glancing sideways at my mother. Serafall's beautiful face grew darker, her eyes narrowing dangerously at each hateful word my aunt spewed. Realizing how close she was to snapping, I quickly reached over and took her hand, squeezing it firmly in mine. Her fingers immediately relaxed, threading gently through my own. When I glanced at her again, her expression had softened instantly. She looked at me warmly, a tender smile forming on her lips, her anger momentarily forgotten.
But Petunia continued relentlessly. "My nephew is a good Christian boy!" she raged at Dumbledore, ignoring us entirely now. "He belongs here with me, away from your twisted freak world! Get out of my house-now!"
Finally, the old man had lost his patience.
"Petunia!" he shouted sharply. "That is enough! Be silent at once!" Petunia squeaked as Dumbledore spoke again, his deep voice cutting sharply through her tirade. "Your shrill screeching doesn't change reality, Petunia. Harry is magical, whether you like it or not!"
I was magical. Just not the kind he probably thought I was.
My aunt's expression shattered into disbelief. For a moment, I saw genuine heartbreak cross her pinched face. Her angry glare fell away, replaced by something almost vulnerable as she turned to look at me directly. "Is it true, Harry?" she asked softly, her voice breaking slightly. "Are you actually like-like them?"
I met her eyes and nodded slowly. "Yeah, Aunt Petunia. It's true."
To emphasize my point, I lifted my hand, palm facing upward. A smooth sphere of crystal-clear water formed effortlessly, floating just above my skin. Petunia gasped sharply, stumbling back a step as she stared at the shimmering orb in my palm.
"I'm sorry for hiding it," I said, my voice quiet but firm as I dispersed the water. "But what choice did I have? You and Uncle Vernon never really accepted me. I knew if you discovered I had magic, you'd only treat me worse."
Dumbledore leaned forward immediately, a troubled look shadowing his lined face. "Harry, what exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, his tone deadly serious.
Serafall spoke up before I could answer, practically hissing the words through clenched teeth. "Until my precious son was eleven years old, these people forced him to sleep in a tiny closet! Only when he physically grew too big to fit inside did they finally give him a proper bedroom." Her voice trembled with barely controlled fury as she turned her glare directly toward Petunia. "This house has six bedrooms. Six. And only four people were living here! Yet they kept him locked in a closet! And even afterward when he finally got his own room, they still never treated him as family-not until he turned sixteen, after he never received his Hogwarts letter! They've only been nice to him for three out of 18 years!"
My mother's whole body was visibly shaking now. Suddenly, the walls around us began vibrating, rattling pictures hanging on the walls and causing decorative plates on shelves to teeter dangerously.
My eyes widened in shock.
"Please, my dear lady," Dumbledore said quickly, his eyes darting nervously between Serafall and the trembling walls around us, "control your magic. If this continues, the house may very well collapse on top of us."
"Whoa," I muttered softly under my breath, reaching out and taking my mother's trembling hand again, gently squeezing it in an attempt to calm her down. I had no clue she could unleash this kind of power without even trying.
How strong was she when she was trying?
Serafall exhaled slowly at my touch, her intense fury gradually settling. The vibrations around us faded, and the room grew still once more. But when she finally spoke again, her voice was ice-cold, each word carefully controlled. "You should all feel incredibly lucky that Harry has a kind heart," she said, glaring at Petunia.
Petunia was still visibly trembling. Her eyes darted anxiously between me and Serafall, then flickered briefly toward Dumbledore before settling back on Serafall again. She drew in a sharp, shaky breath. "Just-who exactly are you anyway?" Petunia asked. Her voice wavered nervously. "And why are you even here, in my house...?"
Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair, his wrinkled forehead furrowing deeply. "Actually, Miss, I would like to know that myself," he said in a quiet, measured tone. "Please don't misunderstand. I do sincerely appreciate how passionately you've stood up for Harry just now. But your identity, I'm afraid, remains unclear to me as well."
Serafall huffed loudly in annoyance. She straightened her back and lifted her chin proudly. "Well," she said in a bright voice, "I'm Harry's mother."
Petunia immediately shook her head, her eyes narrowing angrily. "No," she snapped. "That's impossible. Harry is Lily's son!"
Next to her, Dumbledore slowly nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed," he said softly, carefully studying Serafall's face. "Harry is Lily Evans' son... I was there when he was born."
Serafall rolled her eyes dramatically at both of them. "Obviously, Harry is Lily's son," she retorted impatiently. "Because I'm the one who impregnated Lily in the first place!" To emphasize her point, she sat up straighter, deliberately puffing out her large, full chest as if proud of the revelation.
Petunia's eyes widened in shock. Then, her eyes rolled backward, and she collapsed heavily to the floor in a dead faint.
I winced as her thin body hit the carpet. Thankfully, the living room rug was extremely thick and fluffy. Petunia made a dull thud on impact but otherwise seemed fine.
I shifted awkwardly in my seat. I glanced over at Dumbledore, who looked just as stunned as Petunia had. He blinked several times, clearly struggling to process what he'd just heard.
"I can't believe Lily would cheat on James Potter," Dumbledore finally muttered. He sounded genuinely shaken by the revelation, his voice barely above a whisper.
Serafall let out an annoyed breath. She leaned back against the couch cushions, her expression openly exasperated. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "James Potter cheated first."
Dumbledore sighed softly, his expression suddenly heavy and regretful. "Yes, actually, I'm well aware of that," he said. His tone became quiet, thoughtful. "There was even a child as a result of his affair-a girl."
Before I could stop myself, the words flew out of my mouth. "Wait-does that mean I have a sister?"
Serafall gently placed her hand on my arm, shaking her head slowly. "Harry, no. You aren't a Potter anymore, remember?" she reminded me softly.
"Oh. Right." I felt embarrassed, looking down at my lap. "Sorry," I muttered quietly, feeling awkward. In my mind, I briefly considered that if James Potter had a kid from cheating and so did Lily.
I supposed it evened things out a bit...?
Or maybe not? Ugh, this is why you don't get married literally right out of school. Neither of my "parents" had been mature enough yet. They were both only 22 years old...barely 24 when they died.
Dumbledore sighed. "This information is going to cause a great many problems in the wizarding world when it eventually becomes public," he said quietly. He looked directly at me, his gaze suddenly gentle and compassionate. "None of this is your fault, of course, my boy."
