Alas, another Fan Fiction of Familiar of Zero. Is this getting old?

So, I had an idea for FoZ and Halo for way to long, and thought about it. I'd rather let it spill out of my head and let you guys read it. So fare, only a few ideas pop put of my head, and I need to maintain a steady amount of space so my head won't explode into pieces.

This time around, I won't send a Spartan, or anything powerful to Louise, but only the UNSC's finest marine.

Same procedures as always...

*Thought*

Important aspect or information

"Speech"

"AI Speech"


As Louise prepared her spell, millions and millions of thoughts ran through her head. She was uncertain of her abilities and skill; and she knew fair well that she lived up to her nick-name given to her by the other students.

She stood firmly on the grass of center stage of the other wizards around her. Her feet stuck onto the dirt floor. Nothing seemed to be stopping her from doing the summoning, and her thoughts raced again.

*Am I able to do this?*

*What's going to happen?"

*I know I can't...*

*I'm a failure to my friends and family...*

*Mother wouldn't even acknowledge me.*

*Please, let me just do this once in my life!*

The sure will of her insanity only grew larger with each passing moment, and nothing seemed to stop it. To her horror, she seemed nearly crazy, or even, psychotic.

*Aha...I just want to do this...*

Before The Zero had enough time to sort out her own problems, Professor Jean Colbert stood wary, awaiting Louise to conduct the ritual.

"Miss Louise, please commence the summoning ritual at once, if you may." His stern voice awoke her from thought. She turned to him and nodded hesitantly.

"I-I understand. One moment." The words slipped out with the feeling of uncertainty and fear. This is her chance to prove herself, to prove to everyone, and importantly, her mother whom she dearly wanted to impress.

A spark lit up her heart, this was her calling. Louise opened her eyes and had the look of a warrior. Her eyes keenly sharpened and her body in a stance. She raised her hands up with her wand in the right hand, and began to speak her spell.

"I, Louise, call upon..." She continued as planned, wary students watched only as the pink haired girl finished off her spell with such motivation. Alas, she finally snapped. This is what a true mage looked like.

With the finishing word, she flung her arms down to charade a wave that hit the sandy beaches. In that instant, a lightning fell from the cloudless sky.

BOOM!

With that, the light blinded everyone, and striked the grass, sizzling anything poor enough to be under such immense power.

The powerful electric bolt stood there for a while, some of the weaker students yelped, some of the others just covered their faces to block the scene, and others watched closely as they possibly can.

With a single blink, it was gone, and stood a figure, about five and a half feet tall. It wore fatigues of shades of green and brown, some even the color of sand and leaves. What really bewildered the others were his type of armor. A chest plate that covered his entire breast and stomach, shoulder pads and knee guards, a type of helmet that only had a visor that covered its eyes and a face mask that covered its mouth and nose. The intruders arms were covered also in this same particular armor and clothing. The back was covered in a sleek design and a few pouches on the waist. Leather gloves and boots finished him off. Wait, it's a he? Male? A human?

"-And cover my flank- wait wha...?" He spoke in a confused tone, and the unfamiliar language made Louise twitch her eyebrow.

"Hey? Where am I?" He looked around, circling and spinning. This made him look almost as if he was dancing like a madman.

He held what seemed to be a rifle of some sort, nothing that nobody has ever seen before. Fingering the trigger hole a few times, his mouth did the actions he couldn't display.

"Hey! Where the eff am I? Where's the Brutes?" He shouldered his huge rifle that barely looked like he could carry, and brought out a strange looking wand. The wand was shaped to have a trigger, same of a musket, and resembled the green giant he once held. Holding his pistol and in a stance, he pointed to the sky, to his feet, and to the wall of the castle.

"Holy crap! I'm in Harry Potter's school!" Again, he sounded as dumb as he looked. "Jesus Christ mate, where the hell am I?"

The little ones started to chuckle and laugh at Louise.

"Hah! She summoned a commoner who doesn't speak our language!"

"Yeah! He must be as dumb as she is!"

"Nah, she's just a Zero!" The rude classmates cheered at her failure.

With every word that they spurt out, Louise only fell into more embarrassment. The unknown soldier took note of this as he watched the scene unfold.

He noticed that they little ones were laughing and pointing at the pink haired female, who in return only stood on alone and looking to the ground.

"Aye, that'd be a mean thing to do." He managed to raise his hand into the air and fired off a shot to warn the students.

Immediately, they all yelped and stood quiet. The shooter put on a lifeless face as his pistol blew smoke out of its barrel. He then pointed it at the floor and placed his other hand onto it. Now he meant business.

Walking besides Louise, the figure made his way to behind her, unsure where to stand but quickly stood tall and strong.

"Even you shouldn't laughing at her. Even if I am not aware of this situation, I wouldn't do such a rude thing!" His voice loud and proud. He smirked at them and noticed one or two of the teens backed off when he shouted so.

Louise still didn't understand him, nor did she know what was his motive. But if she could've guessed, he wanted to stand up to her, which made her smile a bit under the shadow that covered her face.

And so he sheathed his weapon and the kids eased, knowing that his weapon was somewhat similar to a musket. They didn't dare try to intimidate him further when he held something bigger on his back. The green cannon was enough to scare them.

Prf. Colbert immediately hurried to Louise and whispered to her while the marine watched and listened clueless.

"Finish up the ritual, Louise, hurry before your students find themselves in a predicament.

"Y-yes sire." She herself was hesitant to even talk to the masked man. His facial feature was covered with the visor and half mask. Only thing that she could see was a bit of the outline of his eyes, and still it was hard to make out.

"E-excuse me..?" Turning to the clad warrior.

"Ehh?" He crossed his arms and slanted his stance to a more casual way.

"Do you understand me?" She asked politely. Literally, she trembled with fear of him shooting her with his handheld musket.

"What're ya' sayin' kid? Make sense or I'll stick you with a spike grenade!" Of course, he didn't mean it. Threatening people with other-worldly weapons would do the trick to scare people back on Earth but this girl didn't seem to care. *Ah, of course, she doesn't understand me.*

"I am as straight as a rainbow." He said strongly. He only said so to test if she really didn't understand him.

She jerked her head. Nothing.

"I like to listen to pop songs in the shower."

"..."

"I tea-bag my kills."

"..?" She tilted her again once more.

"So how's the weather this day? I hear that it'll rain piss and crap in the first circle of hell." Obviously he was a fan of The Divine Comedy.

Again, nothing. She really didn't understand him, nor did he wanted her too. Everything her said was either stupid or unnecessary.

He tried it once again.

"My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard." He said it with a serious face. Even he felt like laughing.

*What the hell am I doing? I'm a marine stuck in an unknown nut job world...*

Louise turned to Colbert, who in return shrugged.

"Look, I need to finish my contract with you, oh familiar of mine." Her petite voice rang over to said familiar.

"Yeah, I've been to that restaurant before." He jokingly said. He had enough. He thought he must've died and went to a foreign heaven.

Total silence was in order. Not one soul said anything nor made a movement. It was utter awkwardness.