-1Your Move!
"Battler… I beg you…
It hurts, it really hurts… end it… end it… with this I still can't die
Even though it hurts I still can't…
Still can't…"
"What are you asking me?"
"End it release me from this pain."
'Well this is depressing?' Thought Harry as he watched from his chair, still sipping from his fire whisky, his Earl Grey now forgotten. Yes, Battler had defeated the witch this round with his theory on the murders but the conclusion had yet to be reached. In addition, if that annoying Witch of Theatrics was right… He watched as the witch's body died and a ghostly figure appeared in front of her dead body
"Uroshimiya Battler. I will now… Kill you."
"And?" Harry had to admit that if he had magical abilities and born in his time and world, he no doubt would have made an excellent addition as a Gryffindor. After all not many would not stand on their own in front of the killer facing them head on.
"And right now, there is no one other than you on this island. The only one alive is you. Nothing outside the island can interfere." From outside the world Harry can only look into the meaning of the red words. From what he understood in that sentence no one from the outside world could interfere so if Battler had a chance to live it can only be someone from within the island but all his family and friends are dead, except the culprit. But then again he could be over thinking this.
Harry only watched on as ghost Beatrice gave her clue to Battler who only resolved to solve the mystery of Rokkenjima as he hugged the golden witch.
"Yes…" said Harry out loud. "True Gryffindor material for when someone asks us to help them we cannot help but want to help them." Harry laughs. "But what else is this?" Grinned the young man. "Is there an inkling of emotion you feel for the cruel and heartless witch? Ha! Just laughable, Ushiromiya Battler. Ah well, as long as you promise to free this merciless witch from her sad fate and free those who have died I will not give you lip. But you will not have my help for this is not my fight." Harry sat back drinking his Firewhisky. He could feel the Golden Witch Beatrice's power waning and this in affecting the shield that blocked him, Death, Featherine and any unwanted visitor. This was good, considering how long he had been waiting as scenes passed by showing all the corpses and scenery to disappear. A new game would probably start and the Witch will finally die, he thought, until he saw something. In the image was a room with a bed in the middle surrounded by paintings. Candy littered around the bed as both child Witches' plotted. Bernkastel was on her stomach while Lambadelta was on her back.
"I wonder how this game will end." Harry watched with interest. In all honesty, he could never trust those witches but at least to him it was not as if they could cause any trouble. Battler promised to defeat Beatrice and he could almost see this story ending.
"At the very least it wont end with Beato's victory will it be an endless tie or will she be defeated and destroyed?" Hearing that sentence Harry began to panic. What were these witches planning? Testing the waters, he allowed his power to sense a whole in the Golden Witch's power. Surely, they would not be planning what he thought they were planning.
"As the Witch of Miracles, I hereby declare…," Bernkastel began.
"As the Witch of Certainty I hereby declare…," followed on Lambadelta.
"That Beato certainly cannot win, and a miracle will certainly not occur." They laughed as they finished their sentence only to be surprised when the vase next to the bed they sat on exploded.
"What the hell?!" Screamed out Lambadelta as she sat up while Bernkastel turned her head sharply to the side. A dark mist aroused in her line of sight and a figure appeared within it. With black shoes, a school uniform with a yellow and red striped tie, and a cloak on his shoulders appeared a young man with unruly hair and beautiful green eyes.
"It's been a while hasn't it Witch of Miracles and Witch of Certainty. Tell me Bernkastel and Lambadelta… do you really want to piss of Death?" Threatened Harry as Lambadelta glared at him. Bernkastel merely looked at him coolly.
"That was the most uninspiring threat I have ever heard." Countered Bernkastel as Harry merely grinned at her. He quietly walked over to the bed stopping a foot away from it.
"I'm sorry but who in their right minds would dare threaten the Witch of Miracles and the Witch of Certainty? After all, I saw your gruesome powers. One who said I would certainly die the other who allowed the miracle of my return. I must admit it was quite scary since one could not tell who was going to win in that battle." Bernkastel was unimpressed.
"And what makes you think we had anything to that battle. It was uninteresting as well as anticlimactic. Everyone knew the good guys would win." Replied the blue haired witch as Harry's grin turned into a smile.
"Really? It did not look it to me who was stuck in the forest in the middle of winter with my best friends. As the world, I knew turned into a scary reminder of how Hitler was to the Jews. You've got to admit Voldemort was bloody brilliant until he made the mistake to kill me." Lambadelta suddenly laughed.
"And you think we were interested in a plot like that? Oh Mr. Potter! That story and game like that had been done repeatedly! After all just watching the event's I could tell the ending of the story." The blonde haired witch laughed some more.
"Then what about this story?" Lambadelta stopped laughing as Berkastel looked at him. "Can you honestly tell me that this is not boring? It is obvious you know the truth. Tell me what makes it more interesting about this one, than the one what I faced?" Bernkastel looked at him with a straight face and answered him.
"Can you honestly tell if Beatrice did not exist, who is the killer?" Harry faltered. No, he thought, he could not tell who is the killer. Too many things did not add up about this repeat of a story, and though he only got here midway to the second part of the event, he still did not know what the truth was.
"No," he said truthfully, shame filling his face as both witches laughed.
"He, he, he, he! And this is why your life story is boring, for as soon as the prophecy was told to you, your story became uninteresting." Taunted Lambadelta as she placed her hands on her waist.
"I concur with this, the only reason we continued was because death was there and asked us to be there till the end," Bernkastel explained as she got off from the bed. Harry knew he lost this round, but it did not matter to him. He was not here to argue about that point.
"You will cease this game at once," he ordered as his sharp green cold eyes glared at the two young looking witches.
"We won't Sorcerer Harry, this game will be continued with, or without your consent." replied Bernkastel.
"I am not giving my consent, I am ordering you. Death has had enough of your shenanigans. Release these souls now or else." Lambadelta smirked.
"I don't think you are getting what we are saying little Sorcerer. If this game is not continued then this game has no end, thus it would be an unfinished game."
"Speak clearly you prat!" Lambadelta ignored Harry and continued.
"If we stop the game without declaring who is the criminal, then nothing will happen, Battler and his family won't be freed, and you won't receive a single lick of a spirit. You understand me know? This game will not end until there is a loser, if there is not loser then the game continues like that song? 'This is the song that doesn't ends' (1)" Harry only shook from what he heard. What have they done? What did these witches do!? They were incredibly lucky Death was not here, if he was, he might as well hack them into pieces for their insubordination against him. He was already angry that the endless witch could revive people endlessly, but to trap their souls in such a way, and almost no way to get out. At least the witch will have to bend to Death to release the souls, but for them to be trapped and their souls in the hand of a boy who did not want to accuse any of them for death.
"This has seriously gotten out of hand…" was all he could say as he slouched for a bit, as if someone punched him in the gut and astounded him. The Witch of Miracles snickered.
"What is the matter Harry? Where is your fighting spirit? Surely you can think of something?" Her eyes look menacing as she smiles at Harry whom she always took the pleasure of tormenting.
"The next game… who is in charge of it?" He asked completely in shock at the sudden revelation. True Featherine told him something similar to this but he thought in all honesty that she was pulling his chain. After all, it would not be the first time she lied to him in such a manner.
"Why me of course?" Answered Lambadelta. Harry answered as he looked up to the blonde haired witch.
"Finish this game… I don't care who the culprit is, it can be the servants, the parents, or those damn kids, but I want Battler to accuse someone of the crime."
"My, my, my! I had never thought a Gryffindor would act such a way! Accuse anybody, just to get a handful of spirits?" Asked Lambadelta in mock surprised.
"What if they are not the guilty party?" Continued Bernkastel.
"What if they are innocent?" Followed up the Witch of Certainty.
"Wouldn't that just eat up your conscience?" They both uttered at the same time sounding menacing. Harry looked at both of them. He took notice that even though he thought of them as pretty or cute he could always tell that there was an underline of cruelty in their eyes. Cruelty that seems to have no boundary to them.
"I am not Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, anymore. I am Sorcerer Harry Potter, Master of Death! And I will do my job as required by me for Death," he answered as Lambadelta sneered at his proclamation.
"Well lookie that! Mr. Potter is a cynic as well as heartless! You would have made an excellent Slytherin, that mangy, raggedy old hat should have placed you there!"
"Shut up you prat! Or I will make sure you will suffer and your powers of certainty wont save you from me."
"Oh I'm so scared of Death's third-rate assistant! Oh please Bernkastel save me!" Ridiculed the witch as she grabbed on to the Witch of Miracles.
"So you want this game to be finished." Bernkastel stated.
"Yes" he responded.
"And what would you gain from this?"
"What do you mean?"
"What would gain from this?"
"I still don't understand you Berkastel."
"Don't lie to me Mr. Potter. It is no secret you hate your job and title and that you and Death are at odds at each other, especially when he initiated you with your title." Pointed out the witch as her tail lazily moved from the side. She started to circle around him, as if a cat would when it found its prey. "What would you gain from retrieving the dead?" She questioned as Harry smiled reaching to his eyes.
"That dear Berkastel is between Death and me." She merely huffed in response and walked away from him.
"I cannot promise you we will finish this game for it is Battler who is the opponent, but if you went to talk to him I am sure you can reach an agreement with him," hinted the cat witch as she disappeared.
"Hey Berkastel! Don't leave me with this jerk!" She too disappeared after her, leaving him alone in the room.
Therefore, this is where he was stuck. Do nothing and the game will continue with no souls to bring, stop the game and still no souls to bring. The only option left was to help Battler solve this game.
"Damn prats! They really left me with no choice!" Harry sighed as he walked over and lay on the bed.
'This game was far from over,' he realized, 'and now that that everyone placed their pieces on the chessboard it was now his turn. The question is how he would do it. It would seem that the only way to move on was to find out what exactly was in place. Once there he would then be able to move freely.' With that thought in mind, Harry got up, placed a 'notice me not' charm and disappeared. After all, he would not want to alarm the others that a guest had arrived and he certainly would not allow Featherine to know he was here. However, he had no doubts she would find a way in.
Notes:
(1) This is the song that doesn't ends: You can look it up in Youtube if you want. It is from Lamb chops Play Along. Loved the show and song, though not many like that song.
By the way sorry it took me a while but I really had to rewrite this chapter to get it what I was looking for. The first one did not make sense and so I had to rewrite it and this came out.