Huntress Mage Chronicles
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Chapter 1
Aboard the Hunter's Spear, Bloody Death of the Justice clan searches for his prey and finds nothing until a naked child with smart disks woven into her hair drops from above and pins him to the floor. "I never understand how you can be so stealthy without any equipment Emerald Death," he says to the ooman child of nearly eleven cycles. Around 5 feet 3 inches tall, Emerald is short for a Yautja, but average height for an ooman. Her bare body possesses B cup breasts and waist length black hair worn in the braids traditional of experienced warriors three times her age. Despite wearing no armor and securing smart disks into the ends of her braids, Emerald Death only has a handful of scars to support the many trophies in her trophy room.
Bloody Death by comparison, is seven feet tall and wears a loincloth with basic weapon harness while aboard ship and wears his hair tendrils in simple braids indicating a recently blooded warrior. Deep down, he knows he can never measure up to Emerald who cleansed a hive of Kainda Amedha when she was only seven and didn't even have a full set of smart disks or any more armor than she does now. Before the two warriors can continue their conversation, a fire bird appears in a burst of flames and hands a letter addressed to Harriet Potter and listing her address as Hunter's Spear, Outer space to Emerald Death.
"I'll show this to the Elder before I reply. Hopefully the fire bird will wait long enough since there is no return address on the envelope." Emerald says just as Elder Noble Blade walks up to the group. After a short discussion of the letter's contents, Emerald hands a reply to the fire bird and heads to combat practice.
Three hours later, as an unblood named Swift Blade leaps at her with wrist blades at full extension, Emerald instinctively spins and kicks a short man away before countering Swift Blade's attack with a punch to the gut. "I thought you are supposed to be a champion fighter Professor Flitwick? How did the pup you wish to teach defeat you with a single attack while you have the element of surprise?" Noble Blade comments in English as Flitwick climbs to his feet rubbing his chest where Emerald's foot had connected.
"I miss read the situation and made an amateur mistake," Professor Flitwick replies.
"Filius's mistake aside, how do you expect us to prove our worth? Albus gave the impression, that you have done nothing to change so far, that you are a warrior society," Professor McGonagall says.
"A series of combat trials should be sufficient to show the value of what you have to teach unless your subject is more along the lines of healing or animal care. First match will be against five younglings training for their Chiva. Any injuries will be treated as soon as the fighting ends. Second match will be against a trio of Blooded warriors averaging ten trophies each. The final match will be against my daughter, Emerald Death, who you know as Harriet Potter. While I will be judging the matches, Emerald gets final say in if she will attend your school," Elder Noble Blade replies as the Yautja in the room move to place the Hogwarts representatives in a clear space with him and five Yautja of roughly Emerald's size.
After Flitwick's defeat before the matches, it is only mildly surprising that the matches end 15 minutes later with the Hogwarts staff losing every match. The bigger surprise is that Emerald is the least injured among the 12 combatants.
"I'll see you at the shopping district professors!" Emerald says as she runs to the hangar and dives through the containment field, leaving Elder Noble Blade to explain the clan was already planning to hunt on Earth even if Emerald had not approved them as magic teachers.
Two hours later, Emerald smirks at Professor McGonagall's expression as she lands harmlessly in front of a grungy old pub that most of the humans seem to not see at all. "You do a decent job hiding schools and shopping districts, but I've Hunted on this planet before and the Yautja sensors can detect concentrations of magic. I just needed to match the right size magic concentration to your dialect," Emerald says as she enters the pub.
"I hope you weren't seen by the muggles," Professor Flitwick says as she enters the alley behind the pub. "How did you open the entry to the alley without a wand?"
"I just tapped a few bricks at random. I've never been seen during my previous Hunts on this planet before." With Flitwick busy puzzling over how Emerald used her magic without a wand or training, Emerald observes the layout of the alley and walks to a large marble building at the opposite end guarded by a pair of green skinned creatures the same height as the professor.
"Excuse me, I've been off world for most of the last four years and recently learned my birth parents may have set up a vault for my schooling." Emerald says as she walks up to an available teller.
"Provide proof of being in a family that uses Gringotts," the teller sneers at seeing Emerald's lack of attire.
After a moment's thought, Emerald raises her right hand and recites: "I, Emerald Death, do hereby claim headship of all houses to which I am entitled. So mote it be, so mote it be, so mote it be." At the last syllable, the teller's attention is drawn by a flash of magic that causes seven rings, a wand, a cloak, a goblet, a locket, a diadem, and a jeweled sword to appear before a second flash of magic temporarily blinds everyone in the bank lobby.
"Please deposit seven drops of blood on this lineage and inheritance parchment, the fee will be withdrawn from your vaults," the teller says as everyone's vision clears. Seeing no reason to refuse, Emerald pricks a finger and watches as seven drops of blood fall before spreading into a family tree followed by a list of family and clan names as well as the property of the families and clans.
Half an hour of questions and explanations and a trip to the Potter vaults later, Emerald steps out of the bank to see all three Hogwarts staff waiting very worried due to the bank being locked down from the outside after the flash of magic from claiming head of house. "I suppose you won't be wearing the robes even if we have you buy them. So, Flourish and Blotts for your books or perhaps you prefer to get your wand from Ollivanders," Professor McGonagall says with a scowl at the thought of a female student moving through the castle completely naked after Emerald gives a basic explanation of what happened inside Gringotts.
"I inherited a perfectly good wand along with a few other items that might be on the school list. Let's start with potions ingredients then we can check the book list," Emerald says with a slight smirk at Professor McGonagall's obvious discomfort with long term nudity. Coming out of Flourish and Blotts, Emerald is met by Hagrid who hands her a cage containing a snowy owl as an early birthday present. "An owl for a space traveler? I suppose fire birds are too rare," Emerald says before naming the owl Moon Hunter.
After giving instructions and a ticket for platform nine and three quarters, the Hogwarts staff watch in surprise as Emerald uses a pulse of magic to turn Moon Hunter into a phoenix while retaining snowy owl coloration before walking off into muggle London without any of the muggles noticing her.
On September first of Earth's calendar, Emerald arrives at Kings cross station to find a relatively high number of witches and wizards including one family who complained loudly of all the muggles and seemed to have trouble remembering the platform number. Of slightly greater interest, the family has an amusing set of twin boys who seem to enjoy being mixed up. On the wizarding side of the station, Emerald goes equally unnoticed among young wizards who lose toads or have scream inducing pets. After finding an empty compartment near the end of the train, Emerald sits and meditates while waiting for the train to leave.
Shortly after the train pulls out of the station, the youngest boy from the loudmouth family enters Emerald's compartment.
"Anyone sitting… Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to sit," he says as he notices halfway through talking that Emerald is naked.
"Relax, I never wear clothes of any kind," Emerald says as she stops the boy from leaving with a burst of 'accidental magic'. The boy sits down and stubbornly looks away from Emerald.
"Hey, Ron."
The twins are here.
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbles Ron.
"See you later, then."
"Bye," Ron says. The still unnamed twins slide the compartment door shut behind them. "How did they not notice you!" Ron exclaims as he gives in and stares at Emerald's breasts and pubic hair.
"Are all your family wizards?" Emerald asks, finding Ron's life as interesting as he finds her breasts.
"Er – yes, I think so," says Ron. "I think Mum's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
"So you must know loads about magic already."
"I heard you went to live with Muggles," says Ron. "What are they like?"
"The Yautja are nice enough. No clue for humans though. I was raised by animals until the Yautja found me. Might have been nice to have three wizard brothers."
"Five," Ron says. For some reason he is looking gloomy. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."
Ron reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a fat gray rat, which is asleep.
"His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff – I mean, I got Scabbers instead."
Ron's ears go pink. He seems to think he's said too much, because he goes back to staring at Emerald's breasts and pubic hair.
Emerald doesn't think there is anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, she's never had money in her life until a couple months ago, and she tells Ron so, all about living in the wild and using a barter system or looting the dead to obtain proper weapons. This seems to disturb Ron.
"… and until the goblins told me, I didn't know anything about being a witch or about my birth parents or Voldemort –"
Ron gasps.
"What?" says Emerald.
"You said You-Know-Who's name!" says Ron sounding both shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought you of all people –"
"I might be wrong not being a natural speaker of local languages, but I doubt 'flight of death' is his real name."
While they have been talking, the train has carried them out of London. Now they are speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They are quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.
Around half past twelve there is a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slides back their door and says, "Anything off the cart, dear?"
Emerald triggers a sudden frown when she gets some of everything until she pays the woman a solid Galleon pulled from a magic portal.
Ron stares as Emerald brings it all back in to the compartment and drops it onto an empty seat.
"Hungry are you?"
"More curious," says Emerald, taking a bite out of a pumpkin pasty.
Ron has taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There are four sandwiches inside. He pulls one of them apart and says, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef."
"I'll swap you for some of the candy I bought," Emerald says with a wave towards the food from the trolley. "Go on –"
"You don't want this, it's all dry," says Ron. "She hasn't got much time," he adds quickly, "you know, with five of us."
"I'm sure it will be better than raw deer or bear. Go on, have a pasty," says Emerald. It is rather different sitting with Ron, eating their way through all Emerald's pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).
"What are these?" Emerald asks Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "Are they really frogs?" She wouldn't be surprised considering what other races ate.
"No," says Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa."
Emerald unwraps her Chocolate Frog and picks up the card. It shows a man's face. He wears half-moon glasses, has a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture is the name Albus Dumbledore.
"So this is Dumbledore." says Emerald.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Dumbledore!" says Ron. "Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa – thanks –"
Emerald turns over her card and reads:
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.
Emerald turns the card back over and sees , to mild surprise, that Dumbledore's face has disappeared.
"No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her . . . do you want it? You can start collecting."
Ron's eyes stray to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
"Help yourself," says Emerald.
Emerald stares as Dumbledore sidles back into the picture on the card and gives her a small smile. Ron is more interested in eating frogs than looking at the cards, but Emerald considers the cards research. Soon she has not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin. She finally tears her eyes away from the druidess Cliodna, who is scratching her nose, to open a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
"You want to be careful with those," Ron warns Emerald. "When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor – you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once."
Ron picks up a green bean, looks at it carefully, and bites into a corner.
"Bleaaargh – see? Sprouts."
They have a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Emerald gets toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, blood, and is even brave enough to eat a funny gray one Ron won't touch, which turns out to be pepper.
The countryside now flying past the window is becoming wilder. The neat fields have gone. Now there are woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There is a knock on the door of their compartment and the boy who lost his toad. He looks tearful.
"Sorry," he says, "but have you seen…"
As soon as he sees Emerald, his face turns as red as Ron's hair and he faints.
As Ron raises an eyebrow at Emerald, a girl in Hogwarts robes with bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth enters.
"Either of you see a toad? Neville's lost one. Also, any idea why he fainted?" She says in a bossy sort of voice.
"With how shy he sounded, I'm guessing Neville is very sheltered and couldn't handle my lack of clothing." Emerald says before using a little magic to test an idea. With a crack of displaced air, a toad appears on top of Neville and wakes him with a croak.
"Trevor!"
"My name is Emerald and the red head is Ron," Emerald says.
"I'm Hermione Granger and this is Neville Longbottom. If you don't mind my asking, why aren't you wearing any clothes Emerald?" the bushy haired girl says.
"I haven't worn clothes ever as far as I can remember. It's just more comfortable without them and what I recently learned is magic protects me from the environment." Emerald says as Hermione and Neville take a seat.
"So, Ron, what do your oldest brothers do now that they've left, anyway?"
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," Ron says. "Did you hear about Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Profit, but I don't suppose you get that with the Muggles – someone tried to rob a high security vault."
Emerald raises an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Really? What happened to them?"
"Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been caught. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it."
Emerald turns this news over in her mind. It seems to her the witches and wizards are far too fearful.
"What's your Quidditch team?" Ron asks.
"Don't know any," Emerald replies.
"What!" Ron looks dumbfounded. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world –" And he is off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. He is just taking Emerald through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slides open yet again, this time three boys enter.
"Looks like Potter isn't here. This compartment only has mud bloods, blood traitors and a squib." the middle boy says with a sneer.
"That kind of introduction won't make you any friends. I suppose you want us to service you or lose our heads, but I suggest you duck or risk losing your own head." Emerald replies to the boy's comment. When the boy reaches for his wand instead of ducking, Emerald pulls a sniper-scythe from a pocket dimension just in time to intercept a massive tail blade with the body of the unusual weapon.
AN: Thanks for reading and please review. Suggestions on if Voldemort should survive the destruction of his final horcrux in second year welcome. (all created before fourth year except the diary have been destroyed or cleansed in the flash of light created when Emerald claimed head of House for her Houses)