Disclaimer: Neither the Harry Potter nor the MSLN universes belong to me.
Serpent's Aegis, Lion's Claw, Raven's Wings, and Badger's Resolve? Anyone seeing a theme?
As Harry rose to the level of the hole in the side of the building, a blonde girl, wearing black, and wielding a scythe of yellow magic, was facing down the hammer wielding redhead. The ginger was sprawled against the wall, her staff by her side and critically damaged, the jewel at it's center pulsing dully.
"Time Space Administration Bureau temporary mage, Fate Testarossa. If you don't resist, you will be granted the chance to plead in your own defense. If you consent to these conditions, drop your weapons."
"Who would do something like that?!" Yelled the redhead, before launching herself backwards out the window, right past Harry.
"Yuuno, I'll leave Nanoha with you!" The blonde, this Fate girl, yelled out, springing forwards.
"Yeah." The blonde boy agreed. For some odd reason, Harry was reminded of Malfoy, despite no real resembalence.
As the yellow-blonde Fate stopped infront of Harry, he put his sword across his shoulder. "I'm not with Hammergirl, who, by the way, attacked this... Nanoha? without provocation. I'm just a wizard in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes I feel like I've had the Chinese Curse placed on me."
Fate nodded and leapt into the air to pursue the redhead. The ash-blonde Yuuno, if that was infact his name, asked "What is this 'Chinese Curse' you speak of?"
"May you live in interesting times." Harry said, shrugging, "I don't see how much more interesting my life could get."
Yuuno laughed. "My life is far more interesting than I ever expected. You've fallen in with the epitome of interesting."
Harry shrugged again, and sat on the shattered edge of the window. "I am an epitome of interesting. So imagine the chaos when we two are in proximity. On a more serious note, this Fate girl looks to be better prepared. So who are you guys anyway?"
Yuuno blinked. And then twice more. "You're not from around here, judging by your accent, and I've not heard of you before now, nor the device you carry. Yuuno Scrya, TSAB temporary mage. Fate-chan is Fate Testarossa, of the same. This is Takamachi Nanoha," Harry recognised the Japanese form of family name preceding given name, "a high schooler, who, if we'd been here five minutes earlier, would already be a third-party consultant of the same. Arf-san is Fate-chan's familiar."
Harry nodded, though he still had no idea what this 'TSAB' actually was - just that it wasn't associated with the 'old crowd' that he'd fled Britain to escape. "Harry Potter, though I've been going as Aries Black recently. If you've heard any monikers from Britain, please forget them. I'm just a man on holiday."
Entering the Room of Requirement, Harry looked around with half-dead eyes. Ron and Ginny, the entire Weasley family, were plotting against him.
On various Pedestals scattered around the room, were artifacts of the founders. The ruined remains of Hufflepuff's cup, Slytherin's Locket, and Ravenclaw's Diadem... If only Harry had tried this room before traipsing across the entire British Isles for the better part of nine months.
The shapeshifting sword of Godric Gryffindor, last seem in Neville's hands as he decapitated Nagini. Making him one of just six people to destroy Voldemort's horcruxes. Seven if you count Volde's killing curse on Harry. Harry's destruction of Riddle's Diary. Dumbledore and the Gaunt ring. Ron and Slytherin's Locket. Hermione and the Cup. Crabbe's fiendfyre destroying the Diadem. Voldemort's curse. Neville and Gryffindor's sword. An exclusive club, made more so by the deaths of three of it's members.
Other artifacts Harry hadn't even heard of. An entire collection of rings. Pieces of armour, still more weaponry, an ink well with a raven engraved on the side.
Even as Harry explored the latest configuration of the room, the Elder Wand/Resurrection Stone had it's/their own idea. They/It was floating in the middle of the room.
"=Absorption.="
Harry's head snapped around, as green beams of light reached out from the black stone atop the twig of elder. Gyffindor's sword. A mannequin with a plaque listing the (Basilisk hide) robe as Slytherin's. Some bronze implement on the back wall, probably Ravenclaw's. A small shield with a badger engraved on the iron face. Several other objects, too quickly for Harry to track.
As each and every object touched by the light dissolved into pure magic, the Stone atop the Wand glowed a brighter green, losing the dull black sheen that had characterised it. One beam of light didn't absorb the object it touched though, instead placing the pair of glasses on Harry's face. Harry took them off momentarily, to note the Ravens etched upon both arms.
"=Operating check of the upgraded system has started. Added parts are in green condition.=" It rambled on for a bit longer. "=Stand by. Ready. Upon your order mi'lord.="
The words tumbled from Harry's mouth before he realised it. "Set Up."
Now safely upon the roof, Harry, Nanoha, and Yuuno were watching Fate and the redheaded girl fight. Well out to one side, another redhead, this one older and with pointed lupine ears protruding from her hair, was fighting with a darker-skinned, white haired man with blue ears in much the same shape.
Fate managed to get off some kind of body bind spell that Harry didn't recognise, stopping the hammer wielding redhead cold.
"State your name and the world you hail from." Fate demanded. "Explain your purpose for being here too."
As the smaller redhead struggled, the older, whom Yuuno pointed out as Arf-san, suddenly yelled out; "Something really bad is coming, Fate!"
No sooner had she spoken, than a pink-haired, armour clad swordstress made her appearance. The young redhead spoke a single word; "Signum."
Then this newly identified Signum ordered her sword. "Levantine, Cartridge Load." Said sword responded, in a faintly masculine voice. "=Explosion.=" And was wreathed in flames.
In just two strikes of this flaming blade, Fate's scythe was cleaved in twain, and she was slammed into a neighbouring roof.
She turned to the still-bound redhead. "What's wrong, Vita? Did you let your guard down?"
The small redhead, Vita, responded; "Shut up! I was just about to turn the tables on them!"
With deadpan humour, and no change in expression, Signum merely said "I see. I intruded upon that. Sorry." A purple light from her hand, and the strange binding cracked and shattered.
Signum then put the hat Vita had lost earlier, to Nanoha's beam, back on her head, minus the damage it had taken prior. Some kind of 'reparo' spell, Harry would gamble.
"Right now the situation is 4-on-3." Signum spoke. "But the blonde boy looks to bear a similar role to Shamal."
"But 1-on-1, we Belka-type knights..." Signum continued.
Only for Vita to finish off the sentence. "Will never lose!"
The pair flew down towards all of us.
Meantime Fate and her scythe 'Bardiche' had implemented some kind of repair function, which fixed the shaft of the weapon as though it hadn't been broken. Nanoha and her 'Raging Heart' seemed to be worse off though. Naonha had taken a direct hit from the hammer-missile, and the jewel within her staff was cracked and chipped. She was effectively out of the fight.
Fate leapt into the air, and Yuuno made to follow, but Harry stopped him.
"Given how quickly they disabled Nanoha and temporarily incapacitated Fate, do you think you'd be able to do anything more than get knocked around? I'll go. They proved themselves both the aggressors and, as far as I can tell, assaulted legitimate officers of law. I'm not one to sit by while criminals and terrorists go about their illicit business." As he leapt into the air, he added a rider. "Of course, if your administration proves as corrupt as the one I left Britain to escape, I might reconsider which side I'm on. Sometimes the only difference between Terrorist, and Freedom Fighter, is which side of the fence you're on."
Yuuno shook his head. "They attacked Nanoha when she was doing her homework. Hardly actions of the innocent."
Harry considered for a moment, then nodded. His Blue and Bronze wings flared wide, and he took off, chasing Fate.
Fate re-engaged with Signum, clearly a grudge match. The pair met and clashed in midair repeatedly.
Harry, on the other hand, was faced with the irascible Vita. "Vita, right? My name's Harry, my weapon is Hallow, and I'll be your opponent."
She nodded in acknowledgement, before bringing her hammer to bear. "Graf Eisen."
Looking over the remaining Founder's Artifacts, Harry only shook his head. Somehow, and he knew not, the Deathly Hallows, or as it called itself 'Hallow', was a semi-sentient 'device', capable of channelling Harry's magic in new and interesting ways. It's choice in artifacts was an attempt to rebuild itself and it's functions, after the Peverells had shattered it into a multitude of pieces. That three pieces survived either meant that they'd done a good job, or a terrible one. And the Stone was the core of the device.
The Robe he was now wearing... It was very much like the one that had adorned the wall only moments earlier, though it also seemed... more. More solid, more real. Additionally, the third piece of Hallow, the cloak, had manifested spontaneously on his shoulder, Though he wasn't currently rendered invisible.
With the events of the last fourty-eight hours turning over in his head, Harry decided upon his next course of action.
Leaving thirty silver sickles on Ron's former bed in Gyffindor tower, and the relevant text from the bible, which the room of requirement had provided, Harry vowed that he would never return to Britain.
"~I've made the preparations to transfer, but I can't break through their spatial barrier! Arf!~" Harry jumped, startled, having never been a recipient of directed telepathy before. The closest he'd known was a message delivered via legilimancy, and Yuuno was nowhere near Harry's position.
"~I'm also doing my thing here, but this barrier is really hard!~" Arf protested. Somehow a wolfgirl had telepathy. Nope, not weird at all. Interesting times indeed. But Harry's owl had been all but telepathic too, so his definition of normal was a little skewed.
Fate got smacked into another building, where she then concluded, and advised via Telepathy, that the cartridges their opponents were using temporarily boosting their power.
Harry wasn't question the providence of this Telepathy that he'd been included in, but it seemed a useful skill to have, so he resolved to acquire the method for his own.
"~Fate-chan, Yuuno-kun, Arf-san... Harry-san... I'll destroy the barrier, so match your timing with me and transfer everyone!~"
The others expressed concern over whether she'd be able to in her condition.
"~I'm fine! I'll break through it with Starlight Breaker!~" Whatever 'Starlight Breaker' was, I got the feeling it was powerful. Very powerful.
"=Count IX. VIII. VII. VI. V. IV. III. III. III. III...=" A mass of raw magic began to form in front of her, draining the power from the very air itself.
"Raging Heart, are you alright?"
"=No Problem. Count III. II. I.="
Nanoha gasped. Everyone froze. Somehow, a hand, wreathed in green magic, was sticking out of her stomach.
"What the fuck?" Harry muttered.
Fate made to help Nanoha, but Signum blocked her way.
The hand seemed to retract, before jutting out her chest. Something was pushed out infront of it. Her Magical Core.
Harry don't know how it was happening, but all of a sudden, the magic began to drain from it. No spell he knew could drain a person's magic directly like that.
"Oh hell no." Harry growled. He rushed towards Nanoha's position too, only to have Vita appear infront of him. He would have apparated directly, but the Barrier acted like any other anti-apparition ward. Instead of stopping, like Fate had, Harry instead yelled "Badger's resolve!" His robe glowed yellow (and black, but the robe was already black), and his charge simply sent Vita flying.
He, crudely, took hold of the intruding hand. And snapped the pinky finger.
A scream from somewhere to the right, and the hand withdrew. Vita, Signum, and the as-of-yet-unnamed wolf all yelled out "Shamal!"
"=Count 0.=" Harry dropped to the ground. He was right in the firing line after all.
Nanoha staggered. "Starlight... Breaker!" An absolutely colossal beam of pink magic tore through the barrier like tissue paper. As the barrier collapsed, so did she. Harry caught her just before she hit the ground herself.
Setting her down softly, Harry leapt back into the air. "Sonorus. [b]If your 'Shamal' sticks her hands where it's not welcome again, I'll do more than break a couple bones. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?![/b]"
As these so-called Belka-type knights converged on the point this Shamal was residing, Nanoha's allies regrouped on the rooftop.
From nowhere, another voice rang out. "This is the Time Space Administration Bureau ship first class Asura. You are under arrest, Lay your weapons down, and put your hands on your head."
Vita was supporting Shamal into the air, as the four seemed to hold a telepathic conversation of their own. Shamal was cradling her left hand, and the broken finger was already swelling. Vita shot Harry a look of pure venom, before they fled in four beams of light.
Far less officious sounding now, the mysterious voice cursed. "We couldn't get a fix."
A/N: It's always bugged me how Yuuno manages to hold his own against Vita, when she disposed of Nanoha so quickly. This is the same Yuuno that couldn't handle a single Jewel Seed beast by himself in the original series.