To make things clear. I do not own One Piece, Nasuverse or any other shows/books/movies or games that might be mentioned in this story. The only thing i realy own are these couple words i wrote down.

Now... into the sroty:


Prologue

The boy raised the ornamental weapon in his hands, grin plastered on his face, he swiped it down. The girl was cornered. She could no longer move. A small wooden stick she picked up was out of her reach, split into two.

She knew that her brother never really cared about her, she did not blame him for it, he is 6 after all, just like her. If anyone, the parents who never corrected him in his behavior are the ones at fault.

Still...

To see the eagerness with which he rose that weapon and kept attacking her despite her yelling at him to stop... it hurt. Thirst to see her hurt. Injured. That is what she saw in his eyes. In last attempt to defend herself, she rose her arms and waited for the strike.

Instead of feeling pain, she heard a metallic 'clunk' and when her eyes opened, she saw something that felt oddly familiar in her hands, blocking the sword that was about to spill her blood. In her surprise and fright, she dropped it, which resulted in knocking the sword out of the boys hands.

The boy yelled, as if someone just stabbed him when the handle of the metallic weapon fell onto his foot. The thing that protected her vanished in multiple red sparks... not even a moment later, the door opened.

When her brother realized that he was busted, he began to yell: She attacked me! She attacked me with that sword! And then he began to cry.

Their parents looked at her in cold fury.


The fingers twitched and the girl woke up from her dream. To say that she was exhausted would be like sating that the sun was warm. If it would be her choice, she would drift back into sleep, but the enraged face of her parents kept coming back to haunt her. Them again, it wasn't like she will ever see them again, or the boy that was meant to be her brother.

The main question now: Was she dead?

Answer: Unlikely.

Or at least she thought that she wasn't. When she was forced through the Veil, she fully expected to die, instead, she felt a warm blanket over her, a good portion of salt in her nose and the entire place was moving. Up and down, regularly, sometimes gently, sometimes a bit more. The motion would certainly make a few people sick to their stomach.

In distance, there were voices, few were laughing, few were yelling. And one man began swearing up a storm, while others howled with laughter and some even began to whistle. The child had never really been among others, at least not that much... that is why some of the 'not so polite' expressions made her blush and open her eyes to finally have a look where exactly she is.

The first thing to see was a wooden ceiling, unusual. She did read a couple books about boats and sailors... now that she concentrated and listened more closely, she did hear something akin to a rippling water, but much, much more stronger.

There was one time that her parents went to a small island, but they took only her once brother.

To be honest, she was a bit relieved that she wouldn't have to be with him, but every child would he hurt at the display of favoritism. Now, hearing what she assumed was sea, she was stunned with how much might it displayed... to move an entire ship like this. And this was without a doubt a big ship. She'd never been in one, but she did read books...

The room was pretty much empty, save for a table with a chair to right, a bookshelf and a coupe of barrels at the far end. The ship swung once more and she stepped out from under the warm cover.

….

Why was she wearing something different? More likely, an oversized shirt that used to be white at some point and without a doubt belonged to an older person? Also, females were rare on ships... something with then bringing misfortune, so a shirt of some male.

She may be only 6, but she cherished her dignity.

That is why, the moment the door opened, she jumped at the unfortunate person with an expression that would make most people run to their mothers and knocked him over. A dark aura began to loom over her.

"Who put my clothes down! Answer me!"

"Well, erm...girly, while I would..."

The cold glare silenced the man, then he laughed rather nervously when she kept glaring at him.

"Now, why don't we sit down and have a smaaall discussion? What do you say?" The girl twitched but moved away. She did not stop glaring however.

"Clothes."

"Don't worry little flower, we had our doctor do that... as we don't have many females on our humble ship. Actually, we have none. Actually, you are the first one in ages."

She kept glaring. The man grinned.

"Hey! We found you in the sea! As you surely know, it's not a good idea to sleep in wet clothes, we had to change them!"

She stopped glaring, but she looked away.

"How about an introduction. That would be nice, wouldn't it? Right?"

She was still looking away... to hide her embarrassment. If anything, the man was nice, despite her... attics. It was only a couple of sentences, but it was still nicer than most people told her. Did her parents use to treat her like this when she was younger?

The man, while a bit odd, was a good looking man. Black eyes, red vivid hair, and oddly, 3 scars on one of his eyes, surely making more than one person wonder how he managed to keep it. He was tanned, which probably every sailor was, and wearing white shirt and a black coat over his shoulders. On his back was a straw hat. They were still sitting on floor, and if anyone were to compare their figures, he was at least trice her size.

Certainly, if he decided to turn 'bad' she had loads of ways to escape. Not.

She is so busted. Bugger.

"My name is Shanks, what is yours? Or do you perhaps don't have one?" He began to tease her. In a corner of her eyes, she saw how his eyes sparkled for a moment.

Name? Of course she has one. But the one that her parents gave her always felt wrong, even if it wasn't used as some insult, and sadly it often was. She preferred a different name.

"Call me Scathach."

Once, she had a dream about a cool superwoman, with two spears. She was strong, tearing through the opponents. And in that dream, she was the cool woman. If she gave herself that name, would she be able to become strong like her? She wondered. But she liked the name far more than what she was given by her once parents. Scathach. She loved the name, that is why she renamed herself.

Needless to say, when 'Shanks' commented how odd it sounded, she was ready to scratch his eyes out.


"….and I found her on top of our dear captain, arms forward, attacking like some sea king!"

"Hoi! Shanks! You are are lucky with girls aren't you?" An another burst of laughter. Pretending that there is no redness in her face, Scatach was looking up proudly, which probably made others laugh even more...

"Ah, those cute puffy cheeks!"

Gloves off. A couple minutes later, Shanks separated her from the man and held her up by her shirt, hair standing in every direction possible. "Man, what a devil! She will make a great pirate one day!"

"Pirate? Why would I be a pirate? Jerk!"

How nice that her once parents were no longer around to scold her for her temper. It was the 3rd biggest torn in their eyes when it came to her. She is her own person, and she will remain as such.

"Huuuh?! Pirated are cool, little devil."

She growled at him and everyone laughed.

Indeed, she really was on a ship. The sun was touching her pale skin, making it look even lighter than it really was, but at the same time making her warm. England had nice forests. But a nice portion of really warm sunshine was like the best thing ever.

Scathach had always been small, though that could be because of her eating habits. Thin arms, thin legs, face that might have as well belonged to some model once when she was a child, long silky and pitch black hair with an odd red sheen that could be seen when light shines on it. But the most noticeable thing about her were always the eyes. The second biggest torn in her once parent's eyes.

They always said how 'unnerving' they were, when they thought that she couldn't hear them.

Once green, recently turned red as fresh spilled blood, or perhaps the most marvelous ruby in existence.

"Are pirates like you?" She asked Shanks, who still held her up in air.

"Some do that, some do that... but we all have one thing in common. What is that men?"

"Men? Only men? You are cruel Shanks! We are your pals! Your crew-mates!"

"That is right!"

"Hey! I am asking for your help in corru... erm... explaining this young devil what is it like to be a great, awesome pirate!"

And they started to laugh again. Shanks let out a frustrated huff and put her down. "Anyway, what I wanted my men to say... is that all pirates are free. Here, have a look." Shanks made one of those smiles and lead her away from the bunch, right at the side of the ship and pointed into the distance. "What do you see?"

A sea. Wide, wide sea. More space than she ever saw in her entire life. It was almost scary. Without realizing, one of her hands touched the wood of the ship, if only to make sure that she wouldn't be sucked into it. Day by day, she was stuck in her room, or in the family library, which were more spacious than in some other houses, but the space in them just could not compare to the vastness before her. The azure sea rolling peacefully, but with each and every wave making it clear who was the boss around. A couple clouds up in the sky, floating, making Scatach imagine that they were some large ships as well, ones that travel the sky instead of the sea.

As if the sea said 'yes' to the boss part, a few drops of water ended up in her face.

"You know, I have never seen sea before."

"Whaaat?! How come? Then why were you in that sea?"

"Dunno, they tossed me through some weird arc." She shrugged. "Parents favored brother. Was always left at home with the servants."

She expected an another remark, but he instead remained silent. When she looked up, she saw a serious face. It made her flinch, almost, and she looked away. Whoever this is, there is real deal under that goofy face. Who is this Shanks?

"It's pretty. I like it."

As if the man had some happy aura, it came back to life. A wide grin appeared on his face. "Cool! Though you would like it! Now what else is there?"

"Space, lots of it."

"Great! Next...what do you do with space?"

"Erm, use it?"

"Aww, come on! Not just use it, you can be free! Sure there are people who don't like our freedom, but we still love to be free so much that we don't care about them. You will always find a person that won't like it. Do you understand it?"

"Uhm. But only a little... I haven't met many nice people." More like these people are the first ones in a long time. Once she met a boy she though nice but then forgot about her very easily.

"Well, no matter where you go, there will be some idiot ready do jump on your head, but nah! Ignore them! You are you and you don't have to explain yourself to them."

"Uhm." She paused. "I have read about pirates in books, but they said that they are really, really bad."

"Aaah, they did! Well, a lot of people do tend to think that, hahaha! But are we bad?"

"Yes. You stole my clothes."

"Come oooon!"

"But I like you. Nobody tells me to go away. And I can talk as much as I like."

"There, you see!" Shanks completely forgot about his depression and was grinning again. "I am sure that one day you will make a great pirate!"

"If only to make you happy..."

"YAAAY, guys! Bring booze! There is a new pirate in making!"

"Corrupted already? You sure are fast Captain!"

"What do you mean booze?! You were drinking enough yesterday!"

"A day before yesterday too!"

"Shut up and bring the booze! I as a captain order it!"

"Wait, wait! I am still 6! I can't drink!"

"Hey..."

"We have only the hardest stuff, on your order captain."

Scathach groaned and face palmed. Just what did she get roped into. She is still getting over the fact the she is on her own now. More or less. The again, she always had to deal with a lot of stuff alone. Won't be that hard to adjust.

"Don't be worried, Scathach-chan." When she looked up, she saw the red haired captain smiling at her, but this time the smile was kind. "While, well, this ship would not be a good place for you, I know a little boy on an island where we are going. There are some nice people too. It will be a nice place for you... and maybe you will tame Luffy a bit. Luffy is the name of the boy you see."

"Luffy? That is a weird name."

He laughed and squeezed her shoulder before walking into the growing crowd of his crew. Scathach once again asked herself: Just where the heck she ended up?

Then again, the place was far nicer than the place she used to call home. Far, far nicer. Wonder who this Luffy is. Seems important to this strange captain...


The day was coming to an end, a large majority of the crew lied on the floor, drunken, a couple others were watching the sea. Upon seeing Shanks snore with his mouth wide open, she wondered how would he react if she were to pour a nice bucket of water onto his face. At very least, nobody made any inappropriate comments. She expected that to happen, just like in books. They always said that drunks... are drunks. They talk what is on their mind before realizing that they were supposed to put it through a filter that removed a large majority of the words. Not so good words.

But these guys as if managed to remember that detail with filter.

Or they got drunk so often that they remembered to used it, despite being drunk.

Scatach sighed and leaned against the wooden railing. The tiredness hit her hard now that all the excitement was over. She slid down and fell asleep.

She slept well. When she heard someone screeching about 'Shanks drinking again', she only grumbled a bit and without opening her eyes, she fell asleep again.

Surrounded by people she did not know, she laughed, but no matter how she tried to see their faces, they were hidden by shadows. Perhaps if she knew them, perhaps her mind would be able to supply her with an image. Then again, she did not care. Before long, she was chasing some interesting bug that came out of nowhere, along with two boys.

Before long, the place was in an uproar. But from the top of the ship she could see the wide, wide blue sea. It was far more vivid than any book described.

"Hoi, Luffy, if you so need to be there, at least don't wake her up!"

Luffy?

The girl opened her eyes... and saw a pair of black eyes staring right into her own. Whoever this was, he did not move, almost as if he did not register that she was staring into him. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching.

Couple seconds passed, and he still stared and she stared back but now with a blank expression as if saying: Really? How long are you going to be there?

A normal person would have moved back already, but he was still there. Is he secretly a statue? Wait, is this guy the Luffy that Shanks spoke about?

A minute passed and he was still there, though at least he let out a sound as if he was seriously thinking about something. Now that she looked closer, she could almost see the gears in his mind spinning. Which way? She had no idea.

Just what is going in in his head?

When an another minute passed, Scathach had enough, and promptly headbutted him. Of course, the boy did not like it and screamed. With guilty pleasure, she watched the boy hold his head and looking back at her angrily.

"What the heck was that for!"

"You tell me, who taught you to stare at others in their sleep? Stalker!"

"Hey! I found you interesting!"

"So is that your excuse why you were staring at me like that?!"

"And why not? Do you have any idea how my head hurts?"

"Do you have any idea how it felt and I woke up and found an another face inches away from my own?"

He put his pinkie into his nose. "What is wrong with that?"

Scathach paused. He was picking his nose. He is picking his nose. While having that dumb expression on his face. Completely clueless.

The female felt her temper skyrocket, redness covered her face. "How dare you... how dare you..."

"Huh?"

"DO NOT PICK YOUR NOSE IN LADIE'S PRESENCE!"

The brat barely had time to scream when her fist connected with his face. The black eyes boy was thrown outside the room, it was a good thing that the door wasn't closed, or else it would hurt. A lot.

He made a couple of somersaults before he crashed into a wall at the far end. For most people, punch like this would be enough. For Scathach? She was not done.

Like a devil, she shot after him, and the brat screamed in fright seeing the mad girl after his blood.

He is so dead.

Fortunately for him, before Scathach had the chance to maul him, a hand grabbed the girl by her shirt and raised her in the air. When Shanks gave her a cheeky smile, everything bursted into laughter.

"Scathach-chan. Please don't kill Luffy. We rather like him."

"He was picking his nose!"

"Yeah, he does that sometimes."

"It's gross!"

"Of course it is."

She was about to make an another remark when she realized that he was just toying with her and huffed before she crossed her arms. The men around began to laugh even more. It made for an interesting sight from a girl hanging in the air from Shank's arm. Someone noted that the puffy cheeks looked 'cute'.

She would have glared at the man, but the brat rose back to his feet... and began staring at her. Again. Scathach glared back. What is his problem?

"Luffy? What is wrong? Do you perhaps like Scat..."

"I have decided!"

"Huh?" Perhaps it was a good thing that Luffy interrupted Shanks. Not even his powers would be able to protect him from her. The wrath of Scathach. A couple men were already sure that it would become legendary one day.

She forced herself to detach her eyes from the red haired captain and looked back at the brat who had yet to introduce himself. Now she finaly got a chance to look over him properly, not just stare into his face.

Most girls would consider him the epitome of cuteness with that large 'cute' grin, round black eyes, face like that of a toddler and messy black hair that looked as if some sparrow had decided to make it's nest there. Not as bad as her once brothers but she still would be surprised if he knew what a comb is.

Under his left eye was a scar, that at some point had to be sewed together, it was small and easy to overlook.

Other than that... he was small. Almost tiny. His arms and legs were like sticks with small round gentle fists and feet. Not even his shirt and shorts could cover that.

If the situation was a little different, she would consider him the cutest thing in existence, but right now she was plain angry.

"You! Are going to become a member of my crew!"

Silence.

Wait, what? Crew? Somewhere in the background a dog barked. Everyone stared at this Luffy as if he just proclaimed himself the king of a world.

For the third time. The room shook with loud laughter, with some of Shank's crew hitting their tables, expressing how hillarious that thought was.

"Weeeell. Yesterday I corrupted her into a pirate and you have already found yourself a captain. You are moving by leaps and bounds. I am so proud Scathach-can."

"I did not agree to this!"

"I have already decided!"

"Then don't decide things for me! You haven't even introduced yourself yet!"

"Ah, hello, I am Luffy. Now let's go make out jolly roger!"

"I still haven't agreed!"

"Then let's go hunt down a sea king!"

"Are you an idiot?"

"Then how about kicking some pirate butt?"

"Am I talking to a brick wall?"

"Huh? Brick wall? But brick walls can't talk... You should know that.. erm... what was your name?"

Scathach face palmed. It's official. Luffy is the epitome of stupidity.

"I haven't even introduced myself to you, stupid."

"The introduce yourself o me! That is an order!"

Scathach sent Luffy an another death glare. In the meanwhile, Shanks concluded that it will be safe to put her down and observed the interaction along with his crew mates.

Seeing his expression that clearly expected herself to introduce... she just sighed. He looked like he would consider her of all people rude if she didn't.

"My name is Scathach. How do you do."

"Me? I am doing great!"

"Luffy... that meant something like 'nice to meet you'."

"HAHAHA. You are weird."

"Says the one who forced me to join his crew..."

"So you agree, yay!"

Scathach yelled in frustration. Just what on earth is with this brat?!


Aaand wrap.

This is a small plot bunny that jumped into my head. Might work on it, might not. Also depends how will others like it.

I am new to all this fanfiction, so please bear with me if you see some mistakes. Just write them down and I'll try to fix them if i can.

Also... technically this is a tripple crossover. With how popular Harry Potter is, and the Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived... yes. Scathach is Fem Harry. But I am not sure if she will ever be going back to HP verse. The main problem is when. The most suitable time seems to be during the time skip.

Also... this may look like Fem Harry is Scathach, Chu Chulan's teacher. Well... in a way is. But since there is so little into on her, apart that she is a badass, i will be making her more of an OC, mostly because the chances of me getting right her exact personality and powers are as big as me putting a golf ball into the little hole, with a single hit.

I never even held a golf club.

So, you get the point. I'll just blame everything on the reincarnation cycle. Or Zelretch. Yeah, Zelretch sounds good.

Oh, and if you see any mistakes like spelling, please forgive me. English is not my mother laguage.