In the palm of her hand, a red glyph appeared, and she hovered it over him, moving all over his body without touching him.
"Hmm, you're powerful, that's for sure," Rias commented. "Not terribly trained, it would seem. You have far more potential than the other two magicians I've met, and...oh, there's something very strange up here."
"That was where I was hit by the killing curse as a baby," Harry said.
Rias' eyes shot to his, and she said, "explain."
"To make a long story short, some powerful dickhead decided to kill my parents and me when I was a year old," Harry said. "He killed them, but when he tried to kill me, his spell failed and his body was destroyed. No one knows what happened except that I lived and got an annoyingly conspicuous scar from it."
"Well, whatever happened, it left some lingering magic," Rias said. "Regardless, I think that I can help you."
"What's it going to cost?" Harry asked, sounding every bit as nervous as he felt.
"Not your soul, if that's what you're worried about," Rias laughed. "No, your soul would remain right in here where it belongs. You would become my servant for life, a life that will last potentially thousands of years, by the way."
"Huh?" Harry asked.
Rias waved her hand and summoned a small bag containing what looked like chess pieces, though they were missing the king and queen.
"These are evil pieces," Rias said. "When bestowed upon a human, they make him into a devil."
"I...I could become a devil?" Harry asked.
"Mmhmm," Rias said.
"Is that what happened to you?" Harry asked.
"No," Rias replied. "I was born a devil. My people are very long-lived but have very poor fertility rates. With the number of enemies that we have, an inability to replicate our numbers left us at a severe disadvantage. To get around that, my brother's best friend invented the evil pieces, allowing us to take regular humans and make them like us."
"Aside from living longer, what would that mean for me?" Harry asked.
"You would become stronger, faster, and more durable," Rias said. "Your magical abilities would increase exponentially as well. In short, you would be more than a match for your dragon."
"Um, there's something I should tell you," Harry said. "That madman who killed my parents, his body was destroyed that night, but he's not fully dead."
"What?" Rias asked, confused.
"Somehow he managed to stick around," Harry said. "He's a wraith now, but he nearly came back entirely a few years ago."
"Strange, but irrelevant," Rias said dismissively. "You would likely become stronger than him in short order after becoming my servant, and even if he was a threat to the two of us, my brother could tear his very soul apart."
"Your brother's that powerful?" Harry asked.
"Immensely so," Rias replied. "You would be quite safe with us."
Harry had already been considering her offer, but that last point sealed it. Surviving the dragon was his current concern, but if he could find a way to get rid of Voldemort for good and ensure that neither he nor anyone else would ever end up in the lunatic's crosshairs again as well, there was no way that he wasn't going to take that deal.
"So the deal is that I become your servant in exchange for the power to deal with the dragon?" Harry asked.
"No," Rias said. "Becoming my servant would give you that power. In exchange for that gift, I want something else."
"What do you want?" Harry asked, his resignation clear in his voice. "I should have known it couldn't be that simple."
"In exchange for granting you the power to survive this tournament, I want you to take my virginity," Rias said.
Harry just blinked a couple times as his brain tried to process what he had just heard. Convinced that he was either asleep, had misheard her, or had cracked under the pressure, he just sat there in silence for a solid moment.
"I'm sorry, would you mind repeating that?" is what Harry wanted to say. What he actually said was "wasahuh?"
"You didn't mishear me," Rias said, sounding amused. Her amusement quickly faded as she said, "just like you were entered into a contract against your will, my parents are currently trying to enter me into one. The man they want me to marry is one of the most vile and wretched creatures I've ever met, and I refuse to just lay back and take it."
"You want me to…" Harry tried to ask, his brain still playing catch-up.
"Yes," Rias said. "I need to be a virgin for the contract, so if I lose it before they enter me into the damn thing, there's nothing they can do about it."
"Why do you need to be a virgin?" Harry asked, that one odd point breaking him out of his reverie. "Aren't devils all about corruption and promiscuity?"
"We're also not above hypocrisy," Rias said flatly. "Whether human, devil, or anything else, a man wants to be his wife's first and preferably only lover."
"Why me?" Harry asked. "Why not some other devil?"
"No devil would dare risk bringing the wrath of the House of Phenex down on them," Rias said. "As my servant, you would officially become a part of the House of Gremory, however, and even my parents would be forced to acknowledge that."
"Your parents couldn't disown you over this?" Harry asked.
"They could, but they won't," Rias replied. "For one thing, as furious as they're going to be with me over this, it won't be something that they can't get over. Beyond that, though, they're lucky to have two children, and as my brother has ascended to a higher office, I'm the only heir they're likely to have."