A/n- The title of this may change. It's just the name of the song I listened to while writing this chapter.
I don't own HP or TotA.
Luke had never meant to get that angry. He had been talking to Tear, and the flow of conversation had suddenly stalled at activating the sephiroth. Which of course lead to her condition.
But something had welled up inside him. Something powerful... Something that could only appear when some-one was angry, so angry about being powerless. Powerless to save one of their greatest friends. Someone who might even be... more than just a friend.
Tear had just stood there, watching as he smashed up ornaments dotted around the small hotel room. Then she had reached out to touch him, to maybe try and calm him. And that was when it had happened.
Similar, if not the same as what had occured all those months ago, back in Duke Fabre's mansion.
A hyperessonance, transporting them to another place. Once agin, totally out of control, but this time fuelled by high emotions.
Except, someone else came along as well.
Jade had only come in to see what all the racket was about. And rescue Tear if necessary.
He had only just opened the door, to see a glow surrounding the teenagers. Then a flash.
In that moment he knew he'd got more than he'd bargained for.
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Jade regained consciousness on the floor. He opened his eyes. He realised he was not in the hotel, but the first thing that stuck him about his location was that someone was pointing a stick in his face.
'Don't move,' said the man holding the stick. Jade ignored him and propped himself up on his elbow to take a look around him.
He was in a room, in which there were a lot of people. A lot of them seemed to all have red hair, although not quite as red as Luke or Asch's. Where they a family? He also noticed a man with a really weird eye. Several of the people seemed to be teenagers.
The actually room was stuffy, and dark. It seemed to be a kitchen, that much he could tell from the sink and cupboards. The walls were made out of a depressingly gray stone. There was a roaring fire at the end of the room, the only source of light. He was near the end of a long wooden table, surrounded by chairs and benches, most of which were occupied by the aforementioned people.
He saw Luke and Tear lying in a heap a few metres away from him. Another two men were standing over them, also wielding sticks.
'Who are they?' This came from a woman sat at the table. Her hair was a bright purple. Odd.
'More importantly, how did they get here?' growled the man with the strange eye.
'I'm sure there's an explanation,' said a brown haired man, pointing a stick at Luke. Jade noticed he was wearing very patched clothes. He obviously had money problems.
'Well, who are you?' Jade turned his attention back to the stick-wielding man in front of him, the one who had spoken. He had shoulder length coal black hair, and smoky grey eyes.
'Is that meant to be threatening?' he finally asked, nodding to the stick, then looking back at the man.
'Aww. They're muggles. We gonna have to wipe their memories and everything,' said the pink haired woman.
This took a second to process in Jade's mind. 'Wipe their memories'?
'Either that, or really eccentric death eaters,' This came from one of the red haired people. A middle aged man.
'Yeah, what are they wearing?'
'And I thought Ron had bad dress sense.' These statements came from two red- haired boys, twins maybe? Or Replica's?
Jade managed to pull his normal smirk back on his face. 'Well, you're ones to talk,'
There were a lot of 'Humphs' and glares and even a 'How rude!'.
Then Luke woke up.
'Wow, that was the nicest dream I ever... HOLY S***!' This exclamation could have formed for several reasons, mused Jade. One- he was not in the smashed hotel room in Keterburg. Two- A man was pointing a stick at him. Three- Tear was lying across him. Hmm. Probably all three, he concluded.
Jade noticed that as Luke voiced the vulgar language, the woman with red hair attempted to cover the ears of one of the teenagers. A girl, with similarly red hair. Mother and daughter perhaps? The woman's hands were quickly swatted away by the girl, who countered with a death glare to rival Jade's own.
Then Luke spoke again. 'Jade... what's going on?'
'Well, at least we've found out something about them,' said the man waving the stick in Jade's face. 'This one's called Jade,'
Jade raised his eyebrows. 'Well, it's not like it was really a secret. You still haven't answered my question, so I'll repeat it. Is that thing meant to be threatening?'
Luke shrank away from the stick in his own face, as if suddenly contemplating it's possible danger.
The black haired man spoke. 'Well, it's like this. The less we tell you, the less of your memories we'll have to wipe,'
'Memory wipe?' exclaimed a slightly panicked Luke. 'No thanks!'
'I'll second that,' replied Jade.
The man with the weird eye spoke again. 'What are ya gonna do about it? You're muggles,'
'Then why haven't you done it yet?' Luke shot Jade a glance that clearly said Don't encourage them!
'We're waiting for the girl to wake up. Then we can do you all at once. It's easier,' grimaced the man with the patched clothes. He obviously wasn't enjoying this.
Tear chose that exact moment to open her eyes, groan and try to sit up. She looked dazed.
The three men wielding the sticks exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised the said- items.
Without thinking, Jade was on his feet, using his hand to knock away the black- haired man's stick, and performed the quickest draw of life, pulling the fonon's of off his arm to form his spear, as he assumed an offensive stance, holding the point of the spear in the mans face, while returning his left hand in front of him to hold off the stick.
Then he was flying through the air. All he knew was that something had hit him. Something hard. Then he slammed into something even harder.
Jade blacked out.
A/N- There will definitely be a Chapter 2- but from there, I don't know.
If there are any spelling/Grammar mistakes here, please let me know :) Thanks!