The class of a devil is not only a sign of their power but also a title that tells of their nobility.

Harry was a special case.

Normally, a High-Class devil at his age would have a decent grasp of his house's power, reinforcing his class, despite his age.

Even a pureblood devil that wasn't one of the 72 Pillars that was born with the strength and nobility of a Mid-Class devil could have trained enough to take out a lazy High-Class devil. The entire system of naming a devil as High-Class or Mid-Class from birth was because purebloods almost always rose to that level of strength by relying on their hereditary power.

It was unfair, but it wasn't as bad as the politics of Wizarding Britain. For devils, power was everything. Expected power of a pureblood devil versus a reincarnated devil was just another form of power. Sure, there was still discrimination to those that were thought of as 'lesser,' but with power, one can rise above that.

Because of expectations of power, a reincarnated devil always starts as Low-Class. It takes training for them to strengthen themselves to the peak of Low-Class. Usually, people eventually require outside help to reach Mid-Class and beyond. This is where peerages and promotions come into play.

Technically, a Low-Class devil can grow to have the combat power of a High-Class or Ultimate-Class figure with, or without, peerages and Rating Games. However, it's extremely rare.

This didn't have anything to do with the wizard defending Dobby with his body, but with the combination of his wizard magic and small grasp of a power that he had, Harry didn't have a clue how he would stack up against others.

So, he was more than a little frightened by the Fallen Angel that stood with a spear of light in each of his hands.

"Look, we were just leaving. I had no intention of causing trouble in your territory."

The Fallen smirked. "So?"

Harry thanked God-'Ouch'-that the Fallen was so focused on his pride. His posture and the way he alerted the devil of his presence probably saved his life.

He didn't want to think of how it would feel to have that spear stuck through his back.

"You will not touch the Great Harry Potter Sir," Dobby spat as he grew a pair of wings and levitated off the ground. The way his hands looked like claws and how his eyes slightly glowed was actually pretty scary.

A part of Harry wished the ferret was here to see this.

The Fallen rolled his shoulders and started laughing, "You've got to be fucking kidding me, a devil house elf? That's hilarious!"

A prick hit the back of Harry's mind and he felt his connection to his Evil Pieces. The feeling was from the second source of magic he had access to. It felt like it was asking for permission and Harry assumed that Dobby was asking for a field promotion.

However the hell that the elf figured out how to use his devil powers so quickly boggled Harry's mind, but he decided to let it happen. It was like a second source, similar, but kept separate from own magic. The King felt the energy tied to his Evil Pieces drain from him. It would take another day before he could safely resurrect or promote another piece, but the Fallen would regret announcing this place as his territory.

If Dobby even needed him to. His race's perception of magic always amazed him. He would have made him a Bishop, but deep down, Harry knew Dobby would always be a yes man, a good Pawn. Also, another part of him didn't want to waste an important piece in case Dobby decided to stay at Hogwarts when he left.

Dobby promoted to a Bishop and raised his arms in front of him. A single magic circle appeared in front of him and a force barreled forward, flinging the Fallen back against a tree.

Before the Fallen was thrown backward, he was able to release both light spears, which Harry willed a shield similar to an overpowered Protego as the book on devil magic suggested. One of the light spears was stopped while the other was diverted its path, slightly cutting into his shoulder.

Harry cursed in pain and started towards the Fallen, wings out, before several other magic circles of light formed near them.

"Dobby!" he yelled out and the elf turned around.

The devil King grabbed him and apparated to the Forbidden Forest where he died in case they followed him.

"Dobby feels them coming," the elf claimed as he pointed to the other side of the clearing.

"Fawkes!" Harry yelled.

The Phoenix appeared on his shoulder and he covered Dobby and himself with the Invisibility Cloak.

First, they flashed to Knockturn Alley, then Malfoy Manor, his aunt and uncle's house, the Chamber of Secrets, and finally, they appeared in Grimmauld Place.

"You think we lost them, Dobby?"

"Yes, Dobby thinks Great and Powerful Master Harry Potter Sir lost the dirty crows."

Fawkes looked tired and Dobby said that he would get the sweets that the Phoenix used to like back at Hogwarts.

Harry collapsed back on the couch in exhaustion. They had to leave the area tomorrow. He never knew that there were so many Fallen here. What could they possibly want with the Wizarding World? He pinched his nose and realized he wasn't wearing his glasses.

He hadn't worn his glasses or even turned on the lights when he came in yesterday and he just noticed it now?

The devil sighed and noticed that Dobby was standing in front of him, bent low with his heels touching each other while he was pressing his fingers together as if he had something to say.

"Dobby?"

"Master Harry Potter Sir..."

"You know you don't need to call me that Dobby, you're my friend."

"Master Harry Potter Sir did so much for Dobby!" he exclaimed as his big eyes focused on the man on the couch. "But... Dobby needs to ask..."

Harry grinned a little at the elf's antics, "Go ahead, you know you can ask me anything."

"Dobby wants... Dobby only needs one thing from Master Harry Potter Sir. Could Winky become a devil too?"

Harry laughed and let the tension of the last fight leave his limbs, "Of course, Dobby. Find her and I'll reincarnate her as a devil tomorrow when I get enough power to do it. I'd love to have Winky around."

The wizardly devil picked up one of his new books but couldn't focus on what he read. There was one last place he needed to visit before he could leave Britain. Just one little nap and he would go.

He was able to remove the scar on his forehead though. Devil's have innate magic that allows them to make changes to their body. Although it was much fainter than it had been before because of his death, he was still more than happy to be rid of the reminder.

He kept the scars of his battles but removed the one on his butt and back. Vernon's belt hadn't touched him since he went overboard that night, but it was a memory best forgotten.

Happy with the changes, Harry thought of where he planned to go after his nap. It would be a little dangerous, but he already broke into Gringotts twice. He figured it wouldn't be that big of a deal when he broke into the Department of Mysteries for the second time.