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Hell Song	By : SheWhoWritesSmut Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4.
Pairing: Kanji Tatsumi/Harry Potter
Summary: Moving to Yasoinaba due to his uncle's promotion, Harry James Potter transfers into Yasogami High School along with his cousin, Dudley Dursley. Targeted by a serial murderer, he is saved by a group of students who are trying to stop the criminal. Joining them in their bid to uncover the identity of the killer, Harry soon finds the strength to show his true self. Along the way, he finds himself falling for a fellow truth seeker.

Hell Song
Chapter 1: Green Eyes and Bandages, Pt. 1
"When we get there boy, I don't want you to step a toe out of line you hear? Any of your funny business and you'll see what happens to you!"
Staring blankly at his red-faced uncle with listless green eyes, nor did he flinch at the constricting grip that the beefy hand on his arm. Nodding affirmatively towards the poorly veiled threat, the slender raven-haired boy turned his head to look out of the window. The black messy mop on his head that he called hair shielded him from the vicious and threatening glares that his aunt and uncle sent his way as they left for first class. It thankfully did the same for the apologetic looks from his cousin before he followed his parents.
Wincing a bit at the sting in his cheek, he scratched at the bandage that was on his face with a grimace. Before they had left for the airport, his uncle had decided that he needed a reminder to keep his head down and not call attention to himself. Unfortunately the fat fucker didn't seem to take into account the fact that his injuries resulting from these reminders were what caused him to gain attention. Rubbing his bandaged wrists with another grimace, he glanced over at the feel of eyes on him.
There in the middle aisle across from him was an elderly lady, whom stared at him with concerned pale blue eyes. Blinking slowly, he turned his head to look back outside of the window to the airport that they were slowly moving away from. He didn't worry much about the elder woman, because honestly he didn't care much.
Many times he has received such looks from others, but have they helped him at all?
No, no they didn't.
People half her age hadn't bothered, and so he knew he couldn't expect much from her.
If no one has bothered to do anything already, then no one was going to do anything anytime soon.
Leaning his forehead against the cool glass of the window, Harry James Potter closed his eyes and resigned himself to sleeping for the entire flight to avoid anyone wanting to socialize and pry. He was being given hours to be away from his family, and he was going to savor this silence and lack of abuse for as long as he could. It was also a time for him to get used to the idea of his new life in another country.
If Yasoinaba was going to be anything like Surrey, England – Harry was going to be known as the town's new felon by the end of the week if the Dursleys had anything to say about it.

Fixing the collar of his gakuran, Harry stared at himself in the mirror and took in the uniform that he would be wearing for the new two years till he graduated. All four of the golden buttons were buttoned up in the front of the black coat, which was over the white oxford shirt underneath hiding the fresh bandages he had put on. Apparently the old woman had voiced her concerns to someone, as Vernon had been very enthusiastic in getting him back for making the his normal family look like freaks.
On the upper left side of his uniform over his chest, was the crest of the school he and his cousin had been enrolled in white.
Yasogami High
Sighing, he brought up a hand to rub against the medical patch covering his eye that his aunt had slung at him, after husband had finished pummeling him. The strings holding it firmly to his face were covered by his shaggy black hair, and only a little bit of bandage peeked from underneath his bangs. Reaching for his bag at the foot of his pallet – Vernon and Petunia hadn't bothered wasting money in buying him a bed, and moved towards the door with a slight limp.
Closing the door behind him, Harry slowly crept down the stairs and came to the kitchen.
Placing his bag down onto one of the chairs, he quickly set about making breakfast for his relatives. Moving about the kitchen with grace that attested his years of experience, in a matter of minutes he had breakfast hot and ready. Setting up the table, the green-eyed boy didn't bother fixing himself a plate after he was finished. Grabbing his bag, he made his way towards the front door.
It was a while till he would need to go to the school, and if he could avoid spending time with his relatives then he would. Pulling the cellphone he had been given from his friend as a going away present, he yawned. He had three hours to kill till he had to go to the school, and after a moment decided that it would be in his best interest to explore the small country town that he would now call home. Hearing the Dursleys being roused from their sleep – most likely from the smell of breakfast, he slipped into his beat up sneakers and walked out of the door while locking the it behind him.
Stepping out into the walkway past the gate, Harry inhaled the fresh air deeply before exhaling with a small content smile on his face. Because if there was anything that he could find himself getting used to was the clean air, which was very different from what he was used to in London. Glancing back at the house that would be his prison – as no place keeping him with the Dursleys could be considered anything else, for his last two years of high school before he could leave.
Walking up the hill, he glanced at the house that was next to the Dursleys. Looking towards the highest window, his green eye widened as they connected almost forcefully with dark eyes under silver bangs. It was the surprise of seeing a young face instead of an elderly one, and not to mention a very handsome young one that caused him to visibly show his shock before he quickly regained control himself.
Falling back into his usual languid expression, he started walking again and dismissed the boy from his mind altogether.
He had more important things to do than gawk at handsome boys through windows.
It would be hard enough being labeled a delinquent than having peeping tom tacked onto his status as well.
After strolling throughout Inaba for about two and a half hours, Harry soon found himself in what he believed was called the Samegawa Flood Plains. Walking down the hill, he came to a stop at the edge of the stone deck, and looked down into the calm river water. His one uncovered eye saw the fish lazily swimming around, and he moved forward till the tips of his trainers were peeking over the edge.
"Don't worry Harry, we'll get through this – only two more years of this hell and then you can leave."
Running a hand through his hair while being mindful of the tender spots on his head, he felt himself relax as he watched the fish. A bing sound snapped him from his daze, before he realized that he had received a text message.
Slipping his hand into the pocket of his Gakuran, Harry pulled out his cellphone as he rocked back and forth slightly. Flipping the top up, he allowed a sad smile to form on his face regardless of how much it hurt his cheeks.
Harry we wish you luck in Japan, and hope that you're holding up well!
Though we're far away, know that we're still here for you if you need anything.
No matter where you go, you'll always have a place with us.
Team Gryffindor
An unfamiliar prickling sensation in his eye caused his to rub at it as he held the cellphone to his chest. Yes, he had to endure the Dursleys for two more years and then he would be free.
Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he tilted his head back and inhaled deeply. Right before he could move, the feel of hands grabbing him from behind and an angry shout snapped him from his thoughts.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!"
Before he could jump, he was turned around and his one eye latched onto blazing slate.
Completely taken aback by the question, he continued to stare at the taller male in front of him in bewilderment.
What exactly had he been doing to receive this kind of demand?
The bleach blond in front of him scowled down at him, and Harry absentmindedly noticed that he was a first year by the gold 'I' on the collar of his gakuran that he wore like a cape over his shoulders. Gripping the black-haired boy by the shoulders, he snarled as if he were personally offended by the dumbfounded look on the shorter boy's face.
"Don't look at me like that! It wasn't me that was going to kill myself!"
Harry's one eye widened slightly, before he then stared blankly at the scarred first year – surprising the other at the lack of fear that he usually received from the other teens in the town, before he shook his head.
"I wasn't going to kill myself."
Snorting, the slate-eyed boy shook his head and moved back.
"As if I would believe that, you looked like you were going to just throw yourself in the river."
Much to the other's alarm and irritation, a small smirk slithered onto the supposed suicidal boy he had helped.
"Was that how it really looked?"
Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side and gave him a smile that didn't reach his eyes – the taller male noticed. "If that's the case then I thank you for saving me, Hero-kun."
Before the other could say anything, Harry took his cellphone out of his pocket and hummed as he checked the time.
"I'm sorry I have to cut this short…"
"W-What?"
Holding his cellphone up so the other could see it, Harry sent him an apologetic smile, which once again didn't reach his eyes.
"As much as I'd love to continue this conversation, it wouldn't make a good first impression for me to be late on my first day."
Adjusting his collar, he noticed the surprise on the younger boy's face at the sight of the Roman Numeral II.
Grabbing his bag that he had set down on the grass, he walked up the hill and waved back at the blond male.
"Despite it being a misunderstanding, thanks for trying to save me Hero-kun."
Without another glance, Harry made his way towards the school, not knowing of the change that he had set into motion with that very meeting.
Humming softly as he made his way towards the school, he ignored the stares he was getting from other students who were walking on the same path. Contemplating on his encounter with the first year from before, a smile made its way to his face despite all effort against it. The green-eyed teen wasn't blind after all, despite the rough look of him – the first year was handsome.
It didn't help that Harry had a thing for blonds.
The closer he got to the school, thought about the school he would be attending for the next two years. All the black-haired boy could hope was that he didn't have a troublesome teacher, as he had heard from Vernon and Petunia, there had been one teacher who objected to the very thought of the two English boys being in his class.
If he knew the Dursleys as much as he believed, then he would most likely end up in that man's class in spite from the fat ass and his wife.
Coming to a stop in front of the school, he tightened his grip on the handle of his bag as he took in the building in front of him. While the building itself looked as if old, there was a certain charm to it that called out to him. It was nothing like Harrow, which he attended in London, but that was what, endeared this new school to him. Straightening, he drew his lips into a thin line.
"Well, it's all or nothing."
Taking a step forward, he was immediately hit with the whispers that seemed to spring up behind him as he made his way into the school. Reaching a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a slip of paper and looked at all the shoe lockers until he found the one that was assigned to him. Opening it, he quickly took off his sneakers and slipped into the soft inside shoes, which they were expected to wear.
Though from the many students that passed by – it certainly wasn't required.
Catching some of the conversations of the passing students, Harry mentally thanked his old pen pal, Hermione Granger, for pushing him to learn Japanese. Due to his diligence and the bushy-haired girl's persistence, he was passingly fluent in the Japanese language and knowledgeable about the more important aspects of Japanese culture. It took some time from hanging out online at the Library with his online friends...
But that was a small price to pay in his path to his goals.
In order to be at the top of his class, all the time spent on learning Japanese had be in order – he would be noticed quickly enough.
Stopping in the middle of the hallway, he barely noticed the stressed black-haired girl who passed him towards the stairs leading upstairs. Though it wasn't her looks that caught his attention, but the red jacket that she wore instead of the black uniform that the other girls were wearing that drew his eye.
He hadn't known that students could modify their uniforms, but maybe the second years and up were allowed to change their uniforms in order to be unique?
Releasing a sigh at how quickly he got distracted by his rationalizing, he noticed a guy standing outside of the hallway in a tracksuit. His one half-lidded green eye darkened as a small pert smile. Coming closer, he saw the golden III on his collar and was amused to notice how quickly the other took notice of his presence.
"Excuse me Senpai, could you tell me where the teacher's lounge is?"
Brown eyes widened in surprise as a small blush bloomed on his cheeks at the sight of one of the foreign exchange students that had just arrived in town. Harry on the other hand interlocked his fingers behind in while mindful of his bag, and tilted his head to the side as if he were a kitten. The reaction he obviously had towards the shorter boy caused the smile to turn into a smirk.
"Ah, Senpai – you alright there?"
Mentally slapping himself, the brown-haired third year shook his head before nodding while bring a hand to his chest.
"Oh, sorry about that…the office is the next door down!"
Nodding, the slender male gave him a small smile before stepping to his side. He leaned slightly in the third year's direction, and whispered into his ear for a brief second before walking away leaving a dazed third year behind. The brown-haired male brought a hand up to his ear that tingled from the feel of the other's breath on his flesh.
A shiver shot up and down his spine as he glanced over his shoulder at the second year sauntering away from him. Licking his lip, he thought about the boy's offer.
Thank you Senpai –If you're interested, I'll meet you during lunch…
His eyes darkened, he licked his lips once more.
Harry continued on his way without looking at any other student, no matter how many pairs of eyes that he felt on his person. Coming to a stop in front of the door, he inhaled deeply and brought a hand forward to slide the door to his left.
"Sorry for disturbing."
While he wasn't sure if he was required to do this, especially since the rules didn't seem to be followed by much of the other students from what he could see. But he held a belief that it would be better to come off as a polite young man than a delinquent, plus it would probably help some with any rumors the Dursleys will most likely spread in the town. Plus he felt it would only be courteous of him to show that he actually bothered to study their culture, unlike his relatives.
"Ah, so you're the second foreign exchange student to our school!"
One green eye latched onto the man standing near the window in the blue suit with lavender pinstripes and a yellow and orange checkered tie. It took all of his self-control gained through the 17 years on this planet to not gawk at the man, whom he could swear had to be a long lost relative of his dear aunt Petunia.
The resemblance between them was that striking!
A very familiar sneer appeared on the horse-faced man's face and with the motion of his head, his hair moved and it was becoming even more noticeable that the man was losing hair on the top of his head. Shaking off the sense of dread that suddenly came to him due to the all too familiar disgusted look he was receiving from this man, he could tell that things weren't going to be as peaceful as he had hoped.
Snorting the man moved forward with a weird hopping-like walk over towards him, and the black-haired boy watched the man with a neutral expression – he wasn't about to let this man think he was intimidating the new kid. Narrowing his dark eyes on Harry, the man snorted while his sneer only deepened.
"Well well well, if it isn't the foreign exchange student – I'll tell you right now, I don't care how things went in your country, but I won't be having you Gaijins coming to this school and messing with the innocent girls here!"
Tensing up in surprise and offended at the accusation plus the offensive way he was referred to, but knowing that he couldn't do much to the teacher. Clenching his fist around the handle of his bag, Harry forced a polite smile onto his face – just to spite the Dursleys, he wasn't about to just lash out and fuck this racist bastard up just to end up expelled and around them 24/7 to use as a punching bag.
It would do him more harm than good anyway.
No matter how satisfied he would feel about the police having to scrap this asshole off the floor when Harry was done with him.
"You don't have to worry about that sir, I am not interested in any of the girls here…"
Of course, before he was continued he was interrupted by the teacher.
"So you think you're too good for the girls here Gaijin? Is that it!"
Taking in a deep breath, he gritted his teeth as he calmed himself down.
Harry hadn't even been in this office for five minutes, and he was almost ready to knock this man's lights out. Not that he would seriously allow himself to do it – it would only give credence to anything that the Dursleys would make up about him. The bandaged boy knew that he would at least be able to lay some doubts on any of the Dursley's outrageous claims. Bringing up a hand , the green-eyed young man stared at the older male with a nonchalant gaze.
Thankfully, he had stopped the man from continuing his rant about pompous foreignors.
"That was not what I meant at all sir – all I've come here to do is concentrate on my school work, because honestly I don't have a lot of time to get into any shenanigans."
For a second the man narrowed his eyes at Harry, but then returned to his sneering.
"Well isn't that something? Concentrating on your school work huh?"
Grabbing a folder from what was obviously his desk, the man walked passed Harry towards the door.
"If that's the case, then if I see you trying to do anything with the girls here – you'll find yourself out of this place faster than you can say…"
Bringing up a hand to massage his temples, Harry sighed while tuning the man out completely as he nodded in acceptance of the man's words. It seemed that he had gained a new level of tolerance between this bastard and the Dursleys. As if satisfied that he had gotten his say out there, and cowing the foreign trash, he slid the door to the right and glanced over his shoulder.
"Hurry it up and follow me, my name is Morooka Kinishiro and I need to introduce you to the rest of the idiots that you will be calling your classmates for the year Gaijin!"
Walking down the hallway, the man never noticed the burning green eyes that dug into his back.
Running a hand through his hair, Harry held his bag in one arm and quickly followed the man as he made his way up the stairs going towards the second floor. Going up the stairs, his thoughts turned to the third year that he had made plans with for lunch time. Smirking, he watched the man grumble as he led him towards the classroom.
'Oh he doesn't need to worry about me hitting on any of the girls here in this school – after all no one said I was batting for the other team in the first place.

End of Chapter 1
Well that was certainly a haul for me! 8D I'm not exactly sure how many words I had in the original chapter, but this is certainly more than the first time. That I am very sure of, but anyway I hoped that you all enjoyed this rewrite of my original story from FF.net.
Ja ne,
She Who Writes Smut
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