Summary-what happens when a forcefully muted female Harry (Lilann.) finds herself in the one piece world? Will she finally find a place she can call home, with friends and family that she can actually trust not to betray her like so many have before?
I DO NOT OWN OR MAKE ANY PROFIT OFF OF HARRY POTTER OR ONE PIECE.
This story is dedicated to: Death's BlackOut
Chapter One
Panting slightly, and with a large grin on her exhausted looking face, Lilann looked at the fallen, and beaten body of Voldemort. Who up to just seconds ago had been one of the worst; if not the worst, dark lord Britain had faced in the last century. But not anymore, he was finally dead and Lilann knew that this time he would stay that was; of that she had made sure of.
Seeing this, and knowing it was true deep in her heart of hearts, Lilann could feel tears prickling the edges of her eyes. This sight alone and just being able to know that at long last she was done, that she had finished the job that had been all but been forced on her unwilling shoulders, made all the effort and training, not to mention all the tears and blood she had spilt pushing her body to and past her limits multiple times, worth it; sort of.
Turning away from the body in front of her as an almost bitter emptiness replaced the adrenaline rushed joy she had been feeling all Lilann could do was sigh. As she began to wonder what she was going to do now, or if she would be forced to continue to be the wizarding world's little puppet girl. Not if she had any say in it.
Lilann was jerked out of her thoughts of how she was going to get herself, as well as her life, out of others control and into her own when her empathetic abilities, which had only just recently awoken, felt and angry malicious aura coming from behind her. Feeling this Lilann immediately spun around, in less than a second, ready for battle, her wand in her left hand and her snake sword in the other, even before she was able to fully understand what she was feeling.
Only to drop her ready to attack stance in surprise when she saw just who was standing behind her; giving off the murderous aura she was feeling. It was Hermione Ganger one of the very, very few people Lilann thought she could trust and the one girl Lilann considered a sister. Seeing who it was, and ignore the aura she was feeling Lilann gave Hermione a small, if slightly weak looking, smile. Only to not get one in return, if anything the malevolent aura that she was still feeling doubled, much to Lilann's confusion. Confusion that caused Lilann to ask in a bewildered tone.
"Hermione?!" Fortunately, yet at the same time unfortunately, Hermione seemed to know just what Liann's bewildered tone was asking her; without the actual words being spoken. Fortunately because Hermione did answer her, unfortunately because she did so in the coldest, cruelest, way she could. As she poisonously spat out; using her world like flinging acid in someone's face as she did so.
"Hermione, HERMIONE! Is that all you can say?! Why the hell do you never have something smart to say?!" Hermione, her face getting an unattractive blotchy shade of red as her anger began to take her over, took a step closer to a wide eyed Lilann before continuing; make less and less sense as she did so.
"Why the HELL can't you do what you're supposed to do? What everyone wants you to do? Why can't you do the whole world a huge favor and just die already like you were supposed to! Like I was told you would. But no you couldn't do that could you?! No, perfect little Potter could never do that. What with your perfect little looks and you oh so wonderful personality, not to mention you just so amazing grade….WHY do you get to live and have EVERYTHING I want!? Why does everyone think so much of YOU!? You wouldn't be anywhere without me, but perhaps dead in some ditch, where you belong; despite what you may thing! SO why does everyone WORSHIP YOU!?" By this time Hermione was practically foaming at the mouth as she ranted. Look as crazy as Bellatrix ever had been as she continued taking no note of Lilann; now narrowed eyes as she was doing so.
"Why do you get to be the BEAUTIFUL one?! The POWERFUL one!? The one with the top scores?! The one everyone looks up to!? The one who got all of that extra training?! Why does everyone want to work with you; for you even! Why do they all WANT YOU!? WHY DOS HE WANT YOU! WHY DOES HE WANT YOU!? WHY YOU!? IT SHOULD BE ME! IT ISN'T FAIT YOU GET EVERYTHING ALREADY! WHY DO YOU GET HIM TOO!?" Here Hermione stopped mid-rant as she came to a sudden realization. One that caused an ugly smirk to make itself at home on her face as she continued to stare at Lilann. Who was now no longer confused but staring slightly stunned at Hermione as she took in all she was saying; trying her hardest not to let anything she was currently feeling to show as she continued to listen. That is until she heard what Hermione had to say next.
"And will be me as soon as I get rid of you. All I have to do is play the grieving sister like figure and everyone will be all over me trying to comfort me. Forgetting you like it's meant to be…yes, that's just what will happen. Just as soon as I… Separabunt!" This said Lilann saw a neon blue spell heading towards her; a dark cutting curse she noted absentmindedly as she sat heartbroken in the path of the spell.
Lilann sill hurt over the fact that someone she loved so dearly, and thought of as a sister, had said as well as did something so cruel almost didn't react to the spell that had been thrown at her. Fortunately, no matter how exhausted and sore her body was, nor no matter how stunned she was, Lilann was able to react. Mainly because of her reflexes, from years of hellish training she had put herself through, kicking in and causing her to jerk away from the income spell.
Sadly Lilann hadn't been able to dodge out of the way quickly enough and Hermione's curse was able to nick her lightly across her throat. Eyes wide with panic, and with a strangely silent cry, Lilann reached up to her bleeding throat. Only to jerk her hands back slightly when she felt the tattletale burning sensation of her magic healing her. Knowing she wasn't dying and that the wound would be healed soon, from previous experiences, Lilann looked up at her backstabbing, now ex-best friend, with a slightly smug look on her face as she did so.
This seemed to set Hermione off completely once again because with a totally incoherent scream of pure rage she began to shoot every spell she knew both deadly and not, including spells like breath freshening charm, at Lilann. This lead to Lilann dodging quite a bit of useless spells seeing as until very recently Hermione had refused to learn anything that wasn't in the school curriculum and ministry approved; or to be more truthful Hermione refused to learn anything that wasn't Dumbldore approved. Except for the dark cutting curse that she had just thrown and Lilann that is. Meaning she knew very few battle spells, there for fast spells, to thrown at the dodging witch in front of her.
Having all of these spells thrown at her, not matter how easy she found them to dodge, cause Lilann to snap as well; having a much more devastating effect the Hermione as she did so. Lilann no longer able to deal with the utterly chaotic feeling she was dealing with. Mainly because of the betrayal of her sister in all but blood, nor was she able to deal with the pure burning white rage she had been holding back for years now; over all the shit the wizarding world had thrown at her.
Because of all of this Lilann did something that anyone who had been raised in the wizarding world was taught not to do at a very young age, No matter what and no matter the circumstances; no matter how dire things may seem to be. They all would have known this and they all would have known not to have done what Lilann was doing. Especially not after just reaching seventeen, when they are just getting access to their full magics; including all family magics. And not having full control over said magics to boot. Not to mention doing all of this while having a wand in had just screamed bad idea.
What Lilann did, when if she had been raised as her parents had wanted her to she would have known not to do, was that she completely let go of all her mac, turning it as wild as wild as it could get. Letting said magic express her feelings for her; letting it do was she currently couldn't.
The very second she did this Lilann knew without a shadow of doubt that she shouldn't have done it. She quickly learned why no one released their magic like she had. No matter how satisfying it was to see the back stabber being picked up and thrown through the nearest wall and being deeply imbedded into the next one.
Lilann knew this because just after, literally just after she had did this and her magic and thrown Hermione aside, she found out why unleashing magic like she had just did was an unspoken forbidden rule. Why it was so became abundantly clear to Lilann when she realized, to her utmost horror, that she had absolutely no control over her now completely wild magic.
She found this little bit of information out when she attempted to call her magic back in; believing enough justice had been served at the moment. Only to find out that she couldn't as her own magic refused to listen to her; leaving her with a feeling of anguish and betrayal worse than Hermione's had been. To put and even darker twist on this Lilann could feel the wild magic in the air, her magic, growing stronger and stronger while it continuously drew in all the other magic around it and combined with it.
Changing and graining even more strength with each magic that joined it, warping it into something new and never seen in the magical world before. As magic from the vampires that ad joined Voldemort's side; however few there were. To the little Giant magic that lazily floated around, to the feral Were magic that practically danced all over the battle field. From the magic that literally poured out of the forbidden forest, made up mainly from all the numerous creatures that called the forest their homes; all of which had helped in some way during the battle. To the very magic that was used to fight said battle, both light and dark; and all battle magic of some sort. To, finally, the death magic that heavily cloaked the grounds of the battle field, both from the deadly Hallows and the numerous deaths, from both sides, the war had caused.
All of this magic merged with the wild magic of the now almost completely hysterical Lilann. Who was so focused, and panicking, over what was happening to her magic that she didn't notice anything else around her. Because of this she didn't notice that the remaining magic, that her magic was unable or unwilling to absorb, beginning to twist together in a truly bizarre way to form a portal behind her. Nor did she take any notice as a seriously injured, yet remarkably still conscious, Hermione pulled herself out of the wall she had been imbedded in.
Because she didn't notice this, a fact she would be cursing herself for a long time afterword's, Lilann was greatly surprised when a bright almost neon purple spell hit her mid-chest. Caught by surprise by this spell Lilann couldn't stop herself as said spell knocked her, as well as he rapidly continuously morphing magic, into the now alarmingly glowing aqua portal that laid directly behind her.
The last thing Lilann saw before she fell through the portal, and lost sight of everything, being the superior smug look on Hermione's face; as unnoticed by her the wall she had pulled herself out of began to fall directly on her.
