Snippet 121: Harry Leferts
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Juuchi only shook her head before looking at Tsukiakari, but without needing words the other blade sheathed herself. Gently, the Kyu Gunto picked up Harry into a bridal carry before sighing, "Thank goodness."
Humming, the Muramasa nodded before her arm shot up in time to grab her sheath. Placing it to her side, she then sheathed her true self, noting that all the gore on it was gone, burned away in what had happened. She reached down and helped a shaky Sirius to his feet, "Up you go."
A chuckle from the side made her look at Kagotsuruhe who was observing the unconscious Harry. For a moment, Juuchi swore that the soft smile on her sister's face was genuine before shaking it off. Kago then turned to Juuchi and had a broad, though faked, smile on her face, "You have found interesting Masters, have you not, Juuchi-Chan?"
Softly snorting, Juuchi gave her a smug smirk, "Of course. Because I am me and would have no one less than those worthy of me."
Only nodding, the other Muramasa did not say anything. Instead, she turned to where the Aurors were rushing up, with Tonks running to Harry. With a glance at Tsukiakari, she cast a number of spells before sighing, "Good... just exhausted physically and it seems mentally."
Looking at Harry, one of the Aurors had an awed look on his face, "That had to have been... a hundred Dementors or more! And Potter blew them away with a Patronus before using... whatever that was to kill a bunch. Bloody Hell..."
Amelia glanced at him and then at the village where she could see various also awed wizards and witches mumbling to themselves, 'Yes, and no doubt the story is going to be all over Britain by the time the hour is out. And likely growing in the tale.' With a sigh, she shook her head internally, 'As if Potter was not famous enough, with this...' Turning towards Juuchi, she narrowed her eyes some. Especially as she noted the sword that the Japanese woman had at her side, as well as the one that Tsukiakari had, "Excuse me, may I ask who you may be?"
Her eyebrows twitched a bit as the woman in front of her only gave off a smug smile before making a motion with her hands, "We're retainers of the Potter family, Young Master Harry got in contact with us recently."
Eyes narrowing, the tone of Amelia's voice made sure that no one would mistake it for believing them, "I see, interesting."
Clearing her throat, Tsukiakari glanced around, "Um, what about what just happened? With the Dementors attacking?"
With his eyes narrowed, Dumbledore made people back away from the aura that he was giving off. One that stated, in no uncertain terms, that he was utterly livid with what happened, "I am quite wondering that myself, as it turns out."
Knuckles cracking as she clenched her hands hard, the head of the DMLE snarled, "Something that I am going to get to the bottom of. And if I do not like what I am about to find... someone is going to lose their heads."
Smile turning somewhat bloodthirsty, Juuchi internally chuckled, 'Perhaps, I will help.'
Turning towards Dumbledore, Tsukiakari nodded towards Harry and Sirius, "Perhaps we should get them back up to the castle to be looked after? After everything that has happened..."
Dumbledore nodded before they began to make their way towards Hogwarts, only stopping to help Reivana to her feet and bring her along as well. The weary Re-Class noticed that Porta's consciousness retreated, though it left behind a feeling that she was proud of her that made the Abyssal smile.
Meanwhile, many hundreds of miles away, Porta slumped a bit in her throne as distant booms of battle could be heard. Wiping her face with a hankerchief that OLD handed her, she shook her head, "That was..." With a deep breath, she held out her hand was handed a glass of water that she greedily drank from before gasping, "Demon, make a note. As soon as possible I shall need to write a letter to my neice. I was... wrong, to be so dismissive of what she had gone through."
Despite not being visible, one still had the feeling that Ocean Liner was raising an eyebrow, "Oh?"
Slowly, Porta let out a sigh, "Yes." Pulling her hand away from her face, her eyes had an understanding look, "If that was what she had faced, then I cannot blame her in any way for retreating. And, more than that... to keep together what she did of her fleet, I count that as being impressive in the face of what Reivana just faced, especially for a Petty Princess such as her."
Bowing, the other Abyssal hummed, "I see..."
Porta then lifted her face and gave OLD a look, with her expression one full of wrath, "As well, spread this Order from Us to the rest of the Fleet. These... Dementors, offend me. Deeply at that. They stand under the Hand of Death from those belonging to us wherever they may be."
A deep chuckle came from OLD at that as lightning flashed, "It shall be done, my Lady..."
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Setting Harry down in the bed, Tsukiakari smiled softly at him. Despite what could have happened, he was alright. Gently, she brushed some hair from his brow which made him quietly mumble. Her eyes though caught sight of something glinting and her eyes narrowed, "Senpai?"
With a hum from where she sat in a chair, Juuchi looked up at her, "Yeah, Tsu-Chan? What is it?"
Not saying anything at first, the Kyu Gunto looked at where Pomfrey was fussing over Sirius before she pulled something away from Harry and placed into her pocket, "Watch over Master for a little bit. I need to do something..."
Eyes narrowing, Juuchi only nodded some, "Of course I will." As the other sword turned to leave, she softly whispered, "Be careful."
Looking over her shoulder, Tsukiakari smiled, "I will, Senpai."
It was less than forty minutes that found her flying on Harry's Firebolt, shooting over the Scottish Highlands as her eyes scanned the ground below. The brush and moors passed by at well over two hundred miles an hour as she used a trick that Ian had during WWI to push brooms past their speed limits. In front of her, there was a shimmering cone pushing the air aside. Finally, her eyes caught sight of the Dementors and she slowed down. One hand on the broom, she pulled out her phone with the other and pulled up an app. Using it, she noted her location and continued to follow the Dementors as they travelled below her before grumbling a bit.
They were not even attempting to hide their movements beside moving along fast.
After several more taps on her phone, noting locations which confirmed their direction, she moved away and landed. Pulling the time turner from her shirt, she gave it a flick and watched as time turned back around her. The Sun slowly rose above the horizon and she nodded before flying to a nearby road.
Once she was there, she shrunk the broom and stuck out her sheathed blade. With a bang, the Knight Bus was there and she stepped onboard, "Godric's Hollow, if you would..."
Several hours later, as the Sun was setting, Tsukiakari set down with Catherine behind her on the broom. Getting off it, the French blade looked around with a frown, "Is this where they shall be?"
Tsukiakari grimaced a bit, "I am unsure, but assuming that they do not move too far from their course? Yes, they should be coming this way..." She paused for a moment and continued, "Or close enough..."
Just nodding, Catherine smiled thinly, "Yes, close enough. I shall be irresistible to them, I would assume." Taking a deep breath, she let it out, "Very well, go Tsukiakari and I shall deal with the threats to our Master. They have attempted to prevent him from crossing over when it is his time, and that is unforgivable."
Bowing deeply, Tsukiakari got back onto the broom and took off, "Good luck."
All the French blade did was nod and pull out her sheathed sword before holding it in front of her with the point barely buried in the ground. Leaning forward, she placed her forehead against the pommel and began to softly whisper as she prayed and fortify herself for what would come...
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The chill, night wind of the Scottish Highlands swept over the ground, blowing the young heather. Above, the Moon broke through the clouds illuminating the Earth beneath, in particular one young woman with blonde hair and the clothes of a peasant from the Hundred Years War. Before her, a sword was sheathed in it's scabbard against whose pommel she rested her forehead against. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked into the distance at the approaching cloud of darkness...
Dementors.
Somehow, despite the darkness of the night, and the distance, she could see them. Or, rather, she could sense them upon the wind. For a few moments, she stayed there in that position before rising and gripping her sword's hilt, her true form. Eyes narrowing, she frowned, which upon a face such as hers was worse then a scowl, "Foul beings... you do not belong on this World under His skies. You who have threatened my Master with preventing him from moving on when his time comes."
Far away, Azkaban blinked and turned her attention to her "Children" with a small frown as the woman's voice was carried upon the wind, the distance not mattering at all. Head tilted to the side, she giggled as the small child she appeared to be, malice glowing in her eyes, "Oh my... looks like we have a new playmate." With a twirl of her fingers, she sent a mental command and her Dementors changed their path slightly more towards the woman. So full of light, of warmth, of love and courage...
Things that they hungered for deeply, especially after the battle that they were in.
Giggling, madness in her eyes, Azkaban grinned far wider than a human could showing sharpened teeth more like fangs as her eyes glowed malevolently in the darkness, "We're going to have such fun~"
However, Catherine was not bothered at all even though she sensed their intent. Instead, she only nodded, "I see. Very well, perhaps He shall have Mercy upon you, for I can not in the face of such darkness." Light began to shine from where her hilt met the sheath, while her clothes also began to glow and break apart as if on fire.
But as they burned away, embers trailing and being carried off by the night wind, they revealed armour underneath her clothing, breastplate that shone under the Moon and Stars with it's own inner light. Meanwhile, the darkness of the Dementors began to increase as Azkaban focused more of her power. Eyes closed for a moment, she took a deep breath and let it out, "Here I plant my standard... and here I stand."
With those words, they were almost upon her and she drew her blade, which burned brightly with light and swung it at the Dementors as the area lit up.
And far away, Azkaban, who was still connected to the Dementors, widened her eyes and she screamed as her avatar collapsed in agony. As she writhed on the roof of the prison whose spirit she was, smoke rose from her body.
Meanwhile, in Scotland, the light faded to reveal scorched ground with some fluttering pieces of cloak to reveal that no less than forty of the monsters were dead. They were not even disintegrated as not even smoke remained. But even as the first scrap of cloth touched the ground, Catherine was already moving, eyes as steely as her true body. Swinging, she easily cleaved through two of the Dementors which did not even have time to scream as they just broke apart and disappeared into motes of light.
They were not the last either, as Catherine less fought and more danced between them. Moonlight glinted and flowed off her blade as she struck again and again, Dementor after Dementor dying as their bodies were first cut and then burst apart into motes of light.
Out of the corner of her eye, the French blade spotted one of the Dementors flying up into the sky so to escape. Gripping her hilt, she threw it as hard as she could. As it passed above the Dementor, she reappeared and grabbed her true body and brought it down. cleaving the dark creature in half. Pushing off it's dissolving remains, she launched herself to the next flying one. Behind her, the cape she wore seemed to look like to, large white wings which glowed much the same as her armor in the moonlight as gold hair streamed behind her with her shining blade held before her.
Eventually, the Dementors managed to break from her and took off as fast as they could. Rather than pursue, Catherine stood upon the top of a hill and held her true self at arms length, pointed towards the fleeing monsters as her lips moved. Eyes narrowing, her sword began to glow brighter and brighter as did her armor and cape. Said cape spread behind her in the wind as the light shone greater and greater. Until, it seemed, like a star itself had fallen and come to rest upon that hill.
Instead of what one would expect though, Catherine yanked her true self back. And the results... were instantaneous as the distant Dementors screeched. The reason for which was obvious as mere moments later, small blue orbs made of light burst from their backs. First one or two each, and then dozens.
Souls, that they had eaten over their existences.
And it was not just them, as in Azkaban, the Spirit of the Prison screamed once more as her back arched towards the sky. The evil being clawing at her own chest as light after light escaped from it, from the torment that she had it. Souls dating back to when she first built by the Dark Lord Ekrizdis to torture Muggle sailors and others he caught. A practical tornado streaming out of her and into the sky.
The last ones eventually escaped her and Azkaban slumped back onto the roof, blood trailing from her mouth. Not dead, not yet, but weakened. Mouth moving, she whispered, "One day... one day... I will kill you, and feast upon your soul..."
In Scotland, Catherine only stood straighter as the last rescued soul vanished into the Afterlife, which ever one would meet her. Wind blowing her hair, the Sword spirit narrowed her eyes, "You may try, Demon." She then slid her true self back into her sheath as her armour was replaced by the dress she wore, "You may try..."
Humming, the Muramasa nodded before her arm shot up in time to grab her sheath. Placing it to her side, she then sheathed her true self, noting that all the gore on it was gone, burned away in what had happened. She reached down and helped a shaky Sirius to his feet, "Up you go."
A chuckle from the side made her look at Kagotsuruhe who was observing the unconscious Harry. For a moment, Juuchi swore that the soft smile on her sister's face was genuine before shaking it off. Kago then turned to Juuchi and had a broad, though faked, smile on her face, "You have found interesting Masters, have you not, Juuchi-Chan?"
Softly snorting, Juuchi gave her a smug smirk, "Of course. Because I am me and would have no one less than those worthy of me."
Only nodding, the other Muramasa did not say anything. Instead, she turned to where the Aurors were rushing up, with Tonks running to Harry. With a glance at Tsukiakari, she cast a number of spells before sighing, "Good... just exhausted physically and it seems mentally."
Looking at Harry, one of the Aurors had an awed look on his face, "That had to have been... a hundred Dementors or more! And Potter blew them away with a Patronus before using... whatever that was to kill a bunch. Bloody Hell..."
Amelia glanced at him and then at the village where she could see various also awed wizards and witches mumbling to themselves, 'Yes, and no doubt the story is going to be all over Britain by the time the hour is out. And likely growing in the tale.' With a sigh, she shook her head internally, 'As if Potter was not famous enough, with this...' Turning towards Juuchi, she narrowed her eyes some. Especially as she noted the sword that the Japanese woman had at her side, as well as the one that Tsukiakari had, "Excuse me, may I ask who you may be?"
Her eyebrows twitched a bit as the woman in front of her only gave off a smug smile before making a motion with her hands, "We're retainers of the Potter family, Young Master Harry got in contact with us recently."
Eyes narrowing, the tone of Amelia's voice made sure that no one would mistake it for believing them, "I see, interesting."
Clearing her throat, Tsukiakari glanced around, "Um, what about what just happened? With the Dementors attacking?"
With his eyes narrowed, Dumbledore made people back away from the aura that he was giving off. One that stated, in no uncertain terms, that he was utterly livid with what happened, "I am quite wondering that myself, as it turns out."
Knuckles cracking as she clenched her hands hard, the head of the DMLE snarled, "Something that I am going to get to the bottom of. And if I do not like what I am about to find... someone is going to lose their heads."
Smile turning somewhat bloodthirsty, Juuchi internally chuckled, 'Perhaps, I will help.'
Turning towards Dumbledore, Tsukiakari nodded towards Harry and Sirius, "Perhaps we should get them back up to the castle to be looked after? After everything that has happened..."
Dumbledore nodded before they began to make their way towards Hogwarts, only stopping to help Reivana to her feet and bring her along as well. The weary Re-Class noticed that Porta's consciousness retreated, though it left behind a feeling that she was proud of her that made the Abyssal smile.
Meanwhile, many hundreds of miles away, Porta slumped a bit in her throne as distant booms of battle could be heard. Wiping her face with a hankerchief that OLD handed her, she shook her head, "That was..." With a deep breath, she held out her hand was handed a glass of water that she greedily drank from before gasping, "Demon, make a note. As soon as possible I shall need to write a letter to my neice. I was... wrong, to be so dismissive of what she had gone through."
Despite not being visible, one still had the feeling that Ocean Liner was raising an eyebrow, "Oh?"
Slowly, Porta let out a sigh, "Yes." Pulling her hand away from her face, her eyes had an understanding look, "If that was what she had faced, then I cannot blame her in any way for retreating. And, more than that... to keep together what she did of her fleet, I count that as being impressive in the face of what Reivana just faced, especially for a Petty Princess such as her."
Bowing, the other Abyssal hummed, "I see..."
Porta then lifted her face and gave OLD a look, with her expression one full of wrath, "As well, spread this Order from Us to the rest of the Fleet. These... Dementors, offend me. Deeply at that. They stand under the Hand of Death from those belonging to us wherever they may be."
A deep chuckle came from OLD at that as lightning flashed, "It shall be done, my Lady..."
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Setting Harry down in the bed, Tsukiakari smiled softly at him. Despite what could have happened, he was alright. Gently, she brushed some hair from his brow which made him quietly mumble. Her eyes though caught sight of something glinting and her eyes narrowed, "Senpai?"
With a hum from where she sat in a chair, Juuchi looked up at her, "Yeah, Tsu-Chan? What is it?"
Not saying anything at first, the Kyu Gunto looked at where Pomfrey was fussing over Sirius before she pulled something away from Harry and placed into her pocket, "Watch over Master for a little bit. I need to do something..."
Eyes narrowing, Juuchi only nodded some, "Of course I will." As the other sword turned to leave, she softly whispered, "Be careful."
Looking over her shoulder, Tsukiakari smiled, "I will, Senpai."
It was less than forty minutes that found her flying on Harry's Firebolt, shooting over the Scottish Highlands as her eyes scanned the ground below. The brush and moors passed by at well over two hundred miles an hour as she used a trick that Ian had during WWI to push brooms past their speed limits. In front of her, there was a shimmering cone pushing the air aside. Finally, her eyes caught sight of the Dementors and she slowed down. One hand on the broom, she pulled out her phone with the other and pulled up an app. Using it, she noted her location and continued to follow the Dementors as they travelled below her before grumbling a bit.
They were not even attempting to hide their movements beside moving along fast.
After several more taps on her phone, noting locations which confirmed their direction, she moved away and landed. Pulling the time turner from her shirt, she gave it a flick and watched as time turned back around her. The Sun slowly rose above the horizon and she nodded before flying to a nearby road.
Once she was there, she shrunk the broom and stuck out her sheathed blade. With a bang, the Knight Bus was there and she stepped onboard, "Godric's Hollow, if you would..."
Several hours later, as the Sun was setting, Tsukiakari set down with Catherine behind her on the broom. Getting off it, the French blade looked around with a frown, "Is this where they shall be?"
Tsukiakari grimaced a bit, "I am unsure, but assuming that they do not move too far from their course? Yes, they should be coming this way..." She paused for a moment and continued, "Or close enough..."
Just nodding, Catherine smiled thinly, "Yes, close enough. I shall be irresistible to them, I would assume." Taking a deep breath, she let it out, "Very well, go Tsukiakari and I shall deal with the threats to our Master. They have attempted to prevent him from crossing over when it is his time, and that is unforgivable."
Bowing deeply, Tsukiakari got back onto the broom and took off, "Good luck."
All the French blade did was nod and pull out her sheathed sword before holding it in front of her with the point barely buried in the ground. Leaning forward, she placed her forehead against the pommel and began to softly whisper as she prayed and fortify herself for what would come...
_
The chill, night wind of the Scottish Highlands swept over the ground, blowing the young heather. Above, the Moon broke through the clouds illuminating the Earth beneath, in particular one young woman with blonde hair and the clothes of a peasant from the Hundred Years War. Before her, a sword was sheathed in it's scabbard against whose pommel she rested her forehead against. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked into the distance at the approaching cloud of darkness...
Dementors.
Somehow, despite the darkness of the night, and the distance, she could see them. Or, rather, she could sense them upon the wind. For a few moments, she stayed there in that position before rising and gripping her sword's hilt, her true form. Eyes narrowing, she frowned, which upon a face such as hers was worse then a scowl, "Foul beings... you do not belong on this World under His skies. You who have threatened my Master with preventing him from moving on when his time comes."
Far away, Azkaban blinked and turned her attention to her "Children" with a small frown as the woman's voice was carried upon the wind, the distance not mattering at all. Head tilted to the side, she giggled as the small child she appeared to be, malice glowing in her eyes, "Oh my... looks like we have a new playmate." With a twirl of her fingers, she sent a mental command and her Dementors changed their path slightly more towards the woman. So full of light, of warmth, of love and courage...
Things that they hungered for deeply, especially after the battle that they were in.
Giggling, madness in her eyes, Azkaban grinned far wider than a human could showing sharpened teeth more like fangs as her eyes glowed malevolently in the darkness, "We're going to have such fun~"
However, Catherine was not bothered at all even though she sensed their intent. Instead, she only nodded, "I see. Very well, perhaps He shall have Mercy upon you, for I can not in the face of such darkness." Light began to shine from where her hilt met the sheath, while her clothes also began to glow and break apart as if on fire.
But as they burned away, embers trailing and being carried off by the night wind, they revealed armour underneath her clothing, breastplate that shone under the Moon and Stars with it's own inner light. Meanwhile, the darkness of the Dementors began to increase as Azkaban focused more of her power. Eyes closed for a moment, she took a deep breath and let it out, "Here I plant my standard... and here I stand."
With those words, they were almost upon her and she drew her blade, which burned brightly with light and swung it at the Dementors as the area lit up.
And far away, Azkaban, who was still connected to the Dementors, widened her eyes and she screamed as her avatar collapsed in agony. As she writhed on the roof of the prison whose spirit she was, smoke rose from her body.
Meanwhile, in Scotland, the light faded to reveal scorched ground with some fluttering pieces of cloak to reveal that no less than forty of the monsters were dead. They were not even disintegrated as not even smoke remained. But even as the first scrap of cloth touched the ground, Catherine was already moving, eyes as steely as her true body. Swinging, she easily cleaved through two of the Dementors which did not even have time to scream as they just broke apart and disappeared into motes of light.
They were not the last either, as Catherine less fought and more danced between them. Moonlight glinted and flowed off her blade as she struck again and again, Dementor after Dementor dying as their bodies were first cut and then burst apart into motes of light.
Out of the corner of her eye, the French blade spotted one of the Dementors flying up into the sky so to escape. Gripping her hilt, she threw it as hard as she could. As it passed above the Dementor, she reappeared and grabbed her true body and brought it down. cleaving the dark creature in half. Pushing off it's dissolving remains, she launched herself to the next flying one. Behind her, the cape she wore seemed to look like to, large white wings which glowed much the same as her armor in the moonlight as gold hair streamed behind her with her shining blade held before her.
Eventually, the Dementors managed to break from her and took off as fast as they could. Rather than pursue, Catherine stood upon the top of a hill and held her true self at arms length, pointed towards the fleeing monsters as her lips moved. Eyes narrowing, her sword began to glow brighter and brighter as did her armor and cape. Said cape spread behind her in the wind as the light shone greater and greater. Until, it seemed, like a star itself had fallen and come to rest upon that hill.
Instead of what one would expect though, Catherine yanked her true self back. And the results... were instantaneous as the distant Dementors screeched. The reason for which was obvious as mere moments later, small blue orbs made of light burst from their backs. First one or two each, and then dozens.
Souls, that they had eaten over their existences.
And it was not just them, as in Azkaban, the Spirit of the Prison screamed once more as her back arched towards the sky. The evil being clawing at her own chest as light after light escaped from it, from the torment that she had it. Souls dating back to when she first built by the Dark Lord Ekrizdis to torture Muggle sailors and others he caught. A practical tornado streaming out of her and into the sky.
The last ones eventually escaped her and Azkaban slumped back onto the roof, blood trailing from her mouth. Not dead, not yet, but weakened. Mouth moving, she whispered, "One day... one day... I will kill you, and feast upon your soul..."
In Scotland, Catherine only stood straighter as the last rescued soul vanished into the Afterlife, which ever one would meet her. Wind blowing her hair, the Sword spirit narrowed her eyes, "You may try, Demon." She then slid her true self back into her sheath as her armour was replaced by the dress she wore, "You may try..."
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