A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or Negima, though if I did, Id be a very rich person.
This is part two of my story. You don't have to read part one of the series, but it will help for I do get lazy and won't explain things that I had in the first one.
Please bear with me on the updates, for I have no Internet in my home, and can only get to someplace once a week, so updates may not be regular.
A Big Thanks to Daughter of ether for Betaing this story. I was going nuts without one!
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It was early in the morning, the sun was bright and birds were chirping. The last day of the Cultural Festival had come to a close and classes had begun at Mahora Academy.
Brrrrrrrrinng! A school bell could be heard all throughout the campus as boys and girls split up to go to their respective schools.
In the Girls High school, a short figure with red hair tied back into a short ponytail, glasses and a long wooden stick tied to his back, was making his way to his class room.
"Good morning Negi-sensei!" His class greeted as, 11 year old Negi Springfield, entered his class and bowed in return to them.
"Good morning High school class 1-A" He said with a smile. He was truly happy. The Headmaster of the academy had let him stay on with his original class from the previous year, and he would be their homeroom and English teacher until they graduated. Even Sayo's strange ghostly bond with seat one of their old classroom had somehow been broken, although the question of what happens if she and Evangeline stay in the class and graduate has not been answered.
He took a moment to glance at his class. His eyes first came across Kagurazaka Asuna, the first person he had met here in Mahora. She had grown a few inches, her red hair still tied up into two pony tails, which were tied up with her bell hair accessories. She hadn't changed much, although she was beginning to come to terms with the fact that her chances of winning Takahata-sensei's heart were all but nil, one could even say she was beginning to move on.
Next to Asuna was her best friend, Konoe Konoka. Over the past year, since she found out about her Magi powers, she had blossomed into a terrific healer, though she remained blind to the feelings of her bodyguard Setsuna.
Said girl was sitting behind Konoka, her sword propped up on her desk, ready to be drawn at a moments notice.
He blushed as he looked at the next girl, Miyazaki Nodoka, his secret girlfriend. She had finally let her hair grow out enough so she could keep it in a short ponytail, keeping her bangs out of her face and letting the world see her face. Since Negi had started this job, he has seen her self confidence jump in leaps and bounds.
His eyes then wandered to the far right of his class, to where Izumi Ako and Sasaki Makie sat. Ako's periwinkle hair had grown long enough to where she could pull it back into a ponytail. She had also grown a few inches, making her a good height for soccer, a sport in which she was, while not the star, a key player. She had also joined the music club in the past year, her love of music blossoming only a year ago.
Makie had left her hair the same as it had been in previous years, leaving her two, short, pink ponytails tied up with ribbons. She had finally buckled down and studied, bring her from last in her year, up into the top twenty. Along with that, she had become the schools star gymnast, and she couldn't of been happier.
Finally, he glanced at Evangeline A.K McDowel, or as he knew her, Master. Because of her magical vampirism, she still looked like a porcelain doll of a ten year old girl. Though she had changed, you could never tell it in class. Out of class with her few friends, she was more friendly and talkative, though when training Negi she managed to seem as heartless and cruel as any vampire.
Negi was proud of the changes in each of these students. Even if the changes did come at a heavy price. It took the death of a close and dear friend to bring it out.
On this day, one year ago, their friend, guardian, brother and loved one, Miles Desidero, had died saving the academy from an ancient evil known as August LeFay, son of Morgana LeFay.
Miles Desidero, or Willem Bostwick to those who knew his true name, was a powerful Magi who had been cursed at the age of 16... in the year 504, by August and Morgana, with the Everlasting Youth Curse. To those who always asked, "Why would that be considered a curse?" Miles would always say "When you can defend your friends from any assault or evil, when you are prepared to sacrifice anything to protect them from harm, then you must understand how painful it is to have to watch them die of old age while you know you will have to live for centuries afterwards.
Negi sighed sadly as he began the day's lessons.
One Hour Later
The bell had rung, signalling the end of class.
"Alright class! Please read chapters twenty four and twenty five for tomorrow. I will see you all at the memorial in a bit." Negi said as he gathered his things and exited the classroom, heading straight for his room in the teachers dorms.
He had moved into this room shortly after the end of the Cultural Festival in the previous year. His 'almost secret' relationship with Nodoka was discovered by the headmaster, or at least the headmaster finally admitted to knowing about it, he laughed about it and promised not fire the young mage if he finally moved out of Asuna and Konoka's room, and into the teachers dorm.
When he arrived at his place, he gave a quick hello to his ermine companion, Kamo, and went for his closet. He pulled out a old looking cloak that was a bit tattered. It was the one he wore in last years martial arts tournament. He put it on, and then went to where he stored his magical objects. Within this room, was an item, heavy with legends and famed in myth and lies. It was a wooden staff, made of Yew, about six feet in length, no fancy design or anything adorning it. It still looked to be brand new, but to the trained eye, it bore the nicks and cuts of several lifetimes of constant battle and use, if one looked extra hard, you might be able to see where it was bound back together after it had broke.
Next to said staff was a card. The borders and information around it had disappeared, but its still held its picture, which was of a young man with black hair that had grey streaks through it, one blue eye and one green eye, and a picture of every weapon imaginable surrounding him. The only captions on the card were the names, true and shadow, of the person. Willem Bostwick – Miles Desidero.
Negi sighed sadly at the picture as he collected it and the staff and proceeded out the door, to the World Tree Plaza to meet with everyone.
World Tree Plaza – Earthquake Memorial Site – Thirty Minutes Later
A large group of people, who knew the real story behind the earthquake, had assembled here today in recognition of their fallen hero, Miles.
As Negi entered the area, he looked at the display set up. On it, were many pictures that were found in the room Miles stayed in. They were his personal pictures of his friends. Underneath the display were thousands of flowers, all of different types and arrangements, including a entire bust of Miles.
"Class President-san is hard at work again I see." Negi thought with a small smile.
"Oi! Negi!" Someone shouted from behind him. He turned and saw four very familiar faces.
"Tigrae, Opie, Joe and Bob! Glad to see you made it." Negi greeted each of the four... unique individuals.
Tigrae stood tall at 6'2", his brown hair falling to the middle of his back in a ponytail. His gray and blue eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses. His trusty spear still holstered on the back of his guild cloak. After the death of Miles, Tigrae had taken over as the head of the Aegis Guard, a NGO (Non-Government organization) created by Miles.
Opie still just barely managed to be even a head taller than the diminutive Negi, his brown hair had grown out, no longer looking fuzzy while a humour danced in his eyes, his cloak concealing his weapons … at least in part.
Joe had not changed at all from their first meeting, his black hair was still buzzed, there was still a cigarette behind his ear, and he still maintained a strange sort of piety that seemed out of place for a dabbler in dark arts such as a mage.
Bob was still a mad scientist, though a more sombre one now. He kept his hair buzzed, but let a small beard grow around his chin.
"Wouldn't miss this for the world man. Now get up there and start the show." Tigrae said as he started to push Negi in the direction of the stage. It was then that something truly un-expected happened.
The staff that Negi had brought began to glow and lift into the air. Everyone watched in awe as it went higher and higher until, suddenly, it took off fast to the east.
Everyone continued to stare in silence as until multiple cloaks in the audience, including Negi's, Tigrae's, Joe's, Bob's and Opie's, glowed strangely until a familiar symbol was on everyone's left breast. A shield with a cross in it.
Negi stared in disbelief at the symbol. He then took out the card from his pocket. When he looked, the information that was missing had come back. "Ha...haha... HAHAHAHA! HE'S BACK!" Negi Yelled.
Tigrae and his crew were having similar reactions. Class 1-A though, were confused though they knew of magic now, they didn't know what these signs meant.
"Negi-sensei! What's going on?" Ayaka asked.
Negi calmed down finally and showed them Miles' Pactio Card. "He's alive! He just summoned his staff! His seal is back AND the information on the Pactio card that goes when that person dies is BACK! He was brought back to life!"
All the girls were stunned, which was an understatement. A few had fainted, many were cheering and two were crying hard.
The two crying were thinking the same thing. "Thank you! He is back! Please hurry back to me Miles-kun!"
One girl though, kept a neutral face. "But, there are no spells to bring back the dead, so, how did he come back from the dead, and if it isn't him, then who is it?" Evangeline thought.
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England – Several Minuets Earlier.
There was a spark of energy in the empty alleyway, which went unnoticed by many. There was then a small explosion, and a figure appeared were the spark was.
He stood at 5'11", his black and grey hair reaching his shoulders his mismatched eyes shining slightly in the dark alley. He thanked the guardians that sent him here that they had the decency to give him a cloak.
"Well, I'm back, now what?" The person thought as he walked out of the alley and onto the streets. It was late so there were very few people around. He began to wonder why he wasn't brought back to the place he had left this world from.
That question was completely forgotten as he noticed a two story building on fire. The words 'Orphanage' were barely seen on the front of said building. Not taking time to think, he quickly ran into the building, intent on helping the kids.
What met his eyes was something that would cause another streak of grey to appear in his hair. There were several corpses of children and their caretakers. What disturbed him the most was that some just had a vacant stare, while others had fang marks in their necks.
"Vampires and Wizards. Two groups I hate having to deal with at the same time." He though.
"Avada Kadavra!" Came a shout from his left. He quickly jumped back as a bolt of green light went by him.
The figure then turned towards his assailant, as he stretched his hand out to the side. "Mea Virga!" He shouted. Nothing happened. "Damn, must be pretty far away to not be here yet. Guess I'll have to use some low level spells till it gets here."
He instead, pointed his hand at the wizard in the white mask and began another incantation. "Undecim spiritus lucis, coeuntes segittant inimicum, sagitta magica!" When he finished, 11 spheres of light formed around him shot at the wizard, knocking him to the ground, but not before he could give a warning shout "MAGI!"
The newly identified magister magi could hear shuffling movement from throughout the building now, as four more people came downstairs.
"You picked the wrong night to play hero, Magi." Snarled one of the men … no a vampire he revealed by baring his fangs in plain view.
There was a crashing sound from behind him. The Magi put his hand out and grabbed the six foot long wooden staff that just burst through the wall. He smiled fondly at it. "It is good to see you again, my old friend." He said as he took up a basic fighting stance.
In a matter of 15 seconds, two vampires were killed and three wizards were bound.
The Magi then went about the house to look for survivors. As he searched, he came across many bodies of small children, his frown growing with each one. He was about to leave when he heard sniffling coming from the corner, her turned and saw a small girl. She had long copper hair and violet eyes, she couldn't of been any older than 4. She looked up at him with scared eyes.
He bent down to her level and put his staff on the ground. "Come here little one, I won't hurt you. I got rid of those bad men that hurt everyone." He then opened his arms to her, which she went running into. When he closed his arms around her, she began to sob hard.
In the distance sirens began to approach. It was time to leave, he picked her and his staff up and made for the roof. As he exited, cold air rushed over both of them. "Hang on tight." He told her as he put one leg over his staff, and with a burst of magic, was flying off into the night.
As they got further away, he looked down at the girl, who had just noticed they were flying. Her eyes were wide with wonder, seeing her now one would have a hard time reconciling her face with that of a girl who had just been through such an ordeal. "So tell me, little one, what name do the call you." he asked with a smile.
She turned her head up and smiled adorably. "The lady calls me Star, but all the others say my mummy must have been strange to call me that!" She chirped. "Are you a super hero?" She asked with an innocent smile and the flighty change of subject only a child can manage.
The Magi just tilted his head back and laughed heartily. "That's one way to put it. Well Star, how about you come with me for a little bit, and I'll teach you what I know?" He didn't know what it was about this little girl that made him so carefree, but he wasn't about to let her go to some strangers house now, besides, more than one member of Aegis had begun their magical studies this way over the ages.
She nodded her head vigorously almost as soon as he ended the question.
As he brought them down to land, Star tugged gently on his cloak. Surprised, he looked down at the little girl. "Mister, what's your name?" She asked.
He smiled and told her. "Miles. Miles Desidero."
"Miles, where are we going?" She asked as she held onto his hand tightly as they walked.
"We are going to visit a friend of mine. He is going to give help us find some old friends of mine so we can help a young boy out."
"A young boy?" She asked again.
Miles just smiled at her again. "He's moderately famous, if you know who to ask, Harry Potter."