Hello, I'm Shadowmage with my first ever story in english. Some time ago I wrote several Naruto fics in spanish (my native language) but I took them down because I never really liked those stories.
This story is inspired by "Nen Wizard" by Corrupmonk (please dude if you are reading this don't make that story a yaoi – slash fic). It's a very interesting crossover of Harry Potter and Hunter x Hunter, so when I got this idea I decided to write it to see how it goes.
Leave your opinion of the prologue, even if you don't like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hunter x Hunter.
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"Get the freak" yelled a running obese boy before pausing to take a few breath while resting his hands on his knees.
"Come on Big D better hurry we almost got him" yelled back a skinny boy with a rat face while keeping running with the others boys who were chasing the freak.
Said freak was a boy named Harry Potter that looked like a six years old child while in reality he was eight years old. Years of malnutrition has already affected his body, making him smaller and skinnier than the others children of his age and also affecting his eyes, making him need glasses and thank to his so called family those glasses were producing a worse effect in his eyes due to the wrong prescription.
He was running as fast as he could to avoid the severe beating his cousin Dudley and his gang will give him as a birthday present. Since he was five years old Dudley and his friends gave him beatings on several occasions but none were as bad as the beating of his birthday. He remembered the beating of last year when he got a broken arm thanks to Dudley when he stepped on his left arm that was on a bad position when he was lying on the dirt, his missing tooth and cut lip thank to a punch from Malcolm, the cut over his right eye thank to a kick from the rat boy Piers and finally the first degree burn on his back thank to his aunt Petunia who hit him with a hot pan because he dropped blood on the floor when he got home. The weird thing was that the next day the only evidence of the beating was a sore left arm and an extreme exhaustion, making his aunt shriek like a banshee and send him to his cupboard without food and his uncle protesting about freaks of nature before leaving for work
All those images flashed through his mind in less than a second while he sped on to escape his tormentors ignoring the fatigue and the pain in his legs due to the strain in his muscles. His only focus was putting a greater distance between him and his pursuers and looking for a place to hide because he knew that the only one that he could outrun was Dudley because his overweight, the rest of the gang was the real problem to escape safe and sound.
He saw the alley that connects Wisteria Walk with Magnolia Crescent where old Mr. and Mrs. Green lives and he knew that it was his only chance to reach his new safe place, because only he knew about the loose board on the fence that overlook the park, and because none of the children of the neighborhood mess with the 64 years old man who serve on the British army specially if that same old man was a war hero who fought on the D-Day when he was 20 years old.
Harry saw Mr. Green in the front yard putting bags in his car while smoking a cigarette and gave a little sigh of relief. He crossed the street and made his way to the back yard passing next to the old man without stopping. The old man just saw him and snorted.
"We will leave in ten minutes boy, so don't hide in there" Mr. Green said loudly. He heard just a 'Thanks' and the sound of wood hitting wood and he smirked "I knew there was a reason to not fix that board, now the missus will leave me alone"
The gang, minus Dudley, reached Magnolia Crescent and saw no sign of the boy they were chasing, in fact, the street was almost deserted except for old man Green who was putting in his car and they knew that the old man would just dismiss them if they asked about the freak.
"Where is he?" Malcolm asked looking around.
"I don't know, maybe he is hiding in someone garden" Gordon replied "we gotta find him"
"What for, we'll just catch the freak another day" Piers said without care "let's go get Big D and play with my Joystation at home, my Da got me a new game"
The rest of the gang just shrugged and turn around to find the last member of the group. Piers was right, they will get the freak another day, besides it wasn't the first time the little bastard managed to get away from them.
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Harry, ignoring the fact that his pursuers has given up, kept running thru the park to his target, the old abandoned burned church just across the park. Since the fire two months ago, the church had been abandoned until they get the funds to remodel and another Priest take care of the holy place. Almost no one in Little Whinging dared to enter the place because of the rumors of being haunted by the spirit of the old Priest that died in the fire trying to save and old relic. Some people say that they heard the screams of the Priest when passing next the church and others say that they heard prayers in Latin when passing on sundays mornings.
Harry took advantage of those rumors to make the church his new safe haven since even if someone dared to enter the place the wreckage inside provides some very good hiding places that thanks to his small frame he could get in and hide. In his explorations of the place he found his favorite spot where to hide, inside the compartment of the altar that miraculously survived the fire. He has spent many hours hiding inside the altar reading the old Bible he found inside using the pocket flashlight that he stole from uncle Vernon to provide some light to read and not force his eyes to much. He was fascinated with some stories from the Old Testament and with the Book of Revelation.
He went inside the church and made his way to the altar carefully to not make much noise and to not fall in some burned board since some of them have rusty nails that could easily make a serious wound. When he got to the altar he opened the compartment, got inside and grabbed the Bible while taking his flashlight from his pocket to start reading and pass the time. He figured that after a few hours it would be safe to get out and return to his relatives' house. He opened the bible and went to the end to start reading once again the Book of Revelation, noting that coincidentally it was the seventh time that he started reading the book.
'Seven must be a pretty important number' Harry though before he quietly started singing one of his favorites songs "Seven deadly sins, seven ways to win, seven holy path to hell and your trip begins…"
The clock tickled and Harry was enthralled once again by the Book of Revelation that he didn't notice that has already passed one and a half hours since he hid in there. His attention was swept away the Holy Book by the sound of rushed footsteps and hard breathing. Highly scared he turned off the flashlight and he sat there trying to not make a move to alert his presence.
"Es imposible que me encuentren aquí" Harry heard and frowned at the language he couldn't understand "Una semana descansando y recuperándome y tomo el primer vuelo a Madrid"
'Madrid?... ah so she is from Spain' Harry though recognizing the name of the Spanish capital 'but why is she here?, she sound troubled'
The woman in question was a young attractive female in her mid twenties with black hair and brown calculating eyes. She was calmly inspecting the place, listing intently to any noise that could give away her position to her pursuers if they weren't fooled by her distraction early. She made her way to the cleanest area in the church to rest, the spot where the Priest chair was located. She sat there, wincing while doing so.
"Esa patada me fracturó dos costillas" the woman said touching her left side with her fingers "nunca pensé que me encontraría con uno de esos monstruos en está misión"
She rested her head on the wall and put her hand over her injured side sending her enforcement aura thru her hand to the wound.
"Ah, así está major" she said feeling how her ribs where slowly mending and the pain decreasing "en situaciones como esta doy gracias a que soy intensificación"
Harry was watching the hispanic lady carefully, he noted that she was injured when she sat on the floor and frowned when he saw her put her hand in her side and relax. He wondered what she was doing to make the pain go away and thinking like it would be a good ability to have, perhaps it was similar to what happen to him when he is sleep after he was hurt by his cousin, maybe it was the same and she knew how to control it. Unfortunately he was mistaken, it was a different kind of power.
He saw the lady took notice of a small scratch in her left hand and when she passed her hand over the wound he saw it disappear completely.
'Awesome!' Harry though admiringly 'She can heal cuts too!'
His train of thoughts was interrupted when he noticed the woman tensing just before the front doors of the church where savagely open.
"Well, well, well you gave us quite the chase my dear" an old man said. By the tone of his voice he was clearly amused. He was of medium height with grey white hair that stands up on his head and has a Fu Manchu moustache.
"How did you find me?" the woman asked, a drop of sweat running through her face.
"It was thanks to my dear grandson here" said the old man indicating to a dark expressionless black haired twelve years old boy.
"The needle that I put in your pants" the boy said pointing a golden needle in the woman right leg "I can track them if they are in a radius of 2 kilometers because there are infused with my aura, you never left my range"
"Impressive ability that Illumi has, don't you think?" the old man said before chuckling "of course I was the one who taught him what he knows"
"What do you want with me?" the woman asked trying to gain more time after noting that the old man was quite talkative.
"Nothing personal, we were just hired to kill you" said the old man and Harry, who was listening attentively, got very nervous. At the old man words, the woman began to emitting her aura. "You just pissed the wrong guy when you stole that book, you know the wandies are very touchy when it comes to their stuff, especially if it is their family books. How lucky of us to know that your next job will be here in Britain and catch you outside the airport. Now be a dear and let Illumi do his job, I want to take the plane to Russia before sunset"
The boy, Illumi, took a step and began to raise his own aura to match the woman aura who reacted by increasing her own even more. The two enemies were standing looking at the other, the woman with determination and the boy with apathy, the altar at the same distance between them. Both were rising theirs auras making them clash just at the middle, just where the altar where Harry, a young powerful and cursed wizard, was trembling in terror.
While the woman and the boy were having their standoff, Harry was feeling the clash of both auras all over his body. He felt heavy, like if the gravity has been multiplied by two or more. He felt like choking, as if the air won't enter his lungs even if he was breathing very hard. He felt something inside him at the center of his body trying to lash out to whatever was producing his panic, something like a self-defense mechanism, but most importantly, he felt something else beginning to leak out of him from every pore of his skin, something warm that was getting out faster and faster with each second passing.
The others three persons inside the church felt the new chaotic and powerful aura beginning to leak at a dangerous level, but the old man was the only one to notice the debris start to orbit around to then attack extremely fast at them.
The woman took the opportunity of the slight confusion from the apathetic boy to make her escape. Rushing out quickly through a window she ran to the park trying to increase distance between herself and the assassin child, making sure of remove the needle from her pants.
Illumi gave no sign of noticing the escaping woman, being more interested in the new aura meaning from the altar.
"Illumi, finish the job and come back quickly" the old man said after disappearing from his spot at the doors of the church and reappearing next to the altar. Illumi just nodded and ran after the woman at greater speed than her. 'Now… who do we have inside here?'
The old man opened the door of the compartment to see a panicked little boy, his wide terrified green eyes watching him but also watching around to make an escape. The old man felt several things in the boy beside the obvious panic and fear, first the powerful aura that the boy expelled showing no sign of exhaustion, second the boy magic preventing the damage in the boy caused by the sudden Initiation, third the curse in the boy scar that gave a very dark feeling but most importantly he saw the potential of the boy.
'He has the same potential that Killua has… no this boy has even more' the old man contemplated while watching the boy with a critical eye "Boy listen to me and relax, boy… Boy!"
Harry tensed when the old man yelled at the end and images of his uncle raging and yelling 'Boy' flashed through his mind.
"Come on kid relax, I will not hurt you" said the old man channeling his aura through his voice to manipulate the kid to calm him down and careful to not use 'boy' because his reaction "I will not hurt you kid, just come out and relax, I will not hurt you in anyway"
Harry felt his fear being replaced by a warm wave of calmness and obeyed the old man, but when he stepped outside the altar and stood in front the old man he tensed again and the panic returned. The old man quirked an eyebrow at that reaction.
"Relax kid, I will not hurt you" repeated the old man putting more emphasis when he said the last part 'He resisted my technique after just a few seconds, simply remarkable'
"Who… who are you?" Harry asked with caution, his eyes looking left and right to then pause and look at his arms that were emitting some kind of steam "What is this?! What is happening t me?!"
"Relax kid don't be afraid, the answer to the first question is Zeno Zoldyck, that is my name, and the answer to the second question is that is your aura" the old man assured putting more effort in his technique to calm the kid "Aura is the live energy produced by all living beings, some people can control and manipulate their auras to do many things. Your aura now is leaking by your aura nodes because your nodes were open by force when the aura of my grandson and that woman clashed. Opening the nodes by force is the most dangerous way to release the aura of a person and could lead to a permanent disability or death"
"Wh… what?!" Harry cried "Death!"
"Yes death" Zeno affirmed concentrating in his technique to make the kid obey his commands "Now pay attention if you don't want to die. Stand upright and close your eyes, concentrate and think that your aura as the blood that flows through your body, imagine that your aura flow from your head to your right shoulder and then to your hand and then to past through your feet and then to the left side. The flow will stop little by little. Keep thinking head, right shoulder, right hand, right felt and left side. It is a cycle that you must concentrate. Feel the flow and imagine that flow following that cycle. Just repeat head, right shoulder, right hand, right felt and left side. Just concentrate in that cycle and follow it with your aura"
Zeno, using Gyo, watched attentively the kid aura, noting how fast the kid got in control. He gave a small smile of satisfaction at the new prove of the kid potential. He saw the aura flow lessen little by little until it was a fine shroud around the kid body. Zeno realized that Illumi was at the entrance of the church watching the kid with interest and with the head of the woman in his hand, he mentally chided himself for his lack of attention that was a rookie mistake that could cost him his life or worst, the lives of his clan. He dismissed that train of thoughts for another occasion and concentrated on the kid.
'With the right training this kid will be almost unstoppable' Zeno thought putting his hand on his pocket to get his phone 'I believe it's time to give Isaac a call, perhaps I could be his primary Nen teacher'
Taking out his phone he dialed only three numbers when he hears a thud. Looking at the kid he saw him face on the floor passed out from exhaustion and snorted at that.
'He has quite the reserves to last this long' he thought dialing the other numbers 'luckily he didn't die before he ran out of energy'
"Why did you help him, granddad?" Illumi asked walking to Zeno.
"Because he intrigues me" he answered before putting the phone in his ear, Illumi just blinked and kept watching the passed out boy "Hello Bean, it's Zeno, I need to talk to Isaac… yes it is important and not your business, just put him on the phone…"
"Hello" was heard from the phone speaker.
"Isaac, I have an accidental initiated wandie here" Zeno said.
"Who is it?"
"No idea, I never got to ask his name" Zeno replied.
"Age?"
"Six, maybe more, he looks malnourished" Zeno said impassibly watching Illumi poking the kid with a burned wood.
"Ok, please bring him as soon as possible"
"Better call Lilliana, he has a curse of a very strange scar shaped like a lightning bolt in his forehead" Zeno said
"Like a lightning bolt you said?"
"Yes, why? Is it relevant the shape of the scar?"
"I know who he is"
"Really, what is his name?" Zeno asked lifting an eyebrow
"Harry James Potter, the only person who has survived the killing curse. He is a living legend in the wizard communities"
Zeno eyes were wide open after hearing the last part. No one ever has survived that damn curse of the wizards. Even his uncle fell to than curse in World War II shot by a german wizard, and he was the most powerful Nen user he knew. His uncle could make Isaac look like a rookie.
"I will be there in two days, if he is so important I think I will have to take some measures to avoid alerting the british wandies, it would be a bother killing who ever send to 'rescue' the boy from us" Zeno said before ending the call, he looked at Harry with a new interest 'Fascinating, I knew you had potential Mr. Potter, but this surpassed my expectatives'. He knelt to pick the boy and looked at his grandson "Illumi, go back home quickly and send the head with a note that we will expecting our pay. Tell your father that I went to Isaac and I need to talk to him in person."
"Yes grandfather" Illumi asked before disappearing.
Zeno picked the boy and laid him on the altar, then he sat on the floor to wait to the boy to wake up.
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Ok, introduction to the story completed. Thoughts? Opinions?
I got the feeling that the prologue was a little boring and slow, but don't worry next chapters it will be more interesting, I hope. I will try to make pre-Hogwarts years in four or five more chapters and try to not bore with much detail about Nen training and stuff like that.
If someone is interested to be the beta of this story please send a PM, as I said before English is my second language and while I read and speak pretty well, writing is a little more difficult for me, I don't know why, it's just the way it is.
Another thing, about the pairing if there is one in the future, it WILL NOT be slash. I'm partial to Shizuku of the Genei Ryodan (or Phantom Brigade) because she is just like one of my ex-girlfriends, a little shy bookworm with a hot body, except that my ex-girlfriend didn't wear glasses. Shizuku is like the anime version of her.
About aura type I want to make Harry a Specialist but I believe that by his personality in cannon he may be an Emitter. Give your thoughts about that.