Story Idea 2
The cool spring rain fell gently upon the fully cloaked rider as his mount gently carried him down the Tristain highway. Easy steps, unhurried and unconcerned with time. Much like the black cloaked rider.
The hidden face sat straight upon his tall white mounts back, his posture comfortable, evidence of the great equestrian skills he had and vast experience he had using it.
He smiled slightly as his destination came into view through the slight haze. Its great white walls creating a pentagon with a tower at each if the points with a even greater tower placed directly in the middle.
"So this is where she is," the man said softly to himself, his emerald green eyes, hidden by the low hood, glittering with interest before chuckling, "hahahahaha, this will be quite the surprise but it will good to see her again, don't you think?" His last statement was directed to the majestically golden horned cervine he rode, with a good deal of affection.
The great beast, half again as tall as the greatest of oxen, merely rumbled placidly, its large royal purple eyes unconcerned with the current state of affairs.
The rider, seeming to understand the rumbles, laughed aloud before urging his mount forward towards the great gate, eager to enter and see a good friend.
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Saito was confused.
Not that this was an unusual thing. Considering that less than a week ago he had been a student (albeit not the best one) at a semi-decent Japanese high school and had, since then, been pulled through a weird green portal as a summon, bound as a familiar to what was, to his initial disbelief, a pink haired student mage, a female no less, which incidentally hurt like all hell, in a completely different world (the two moons sort of gave that away) that was technologically back in the Dark Ages and, to top it off, fought a duel with an animated Suit of armour summoning womanizer, somehow won, got badly hurt and managed to obtain a (crudely) talking sword.
And that was just the highlights.
Needless to say, 'confused' was becoming a default state of mind.
About the only constant in this while ridiculous business was his so called 'Mistress'.
She was petite, maybe five and a half foot, short even for a Japanese girl, never mind this place. A heart shaped face that was predominant in most healthy females, though hers was a bit sharper though still round. Her eyes were a rich chocolate brown that turned almost flint like when she was angry. Her pink hair was relatively long with curls at the front and reached mid-back but was tied in a simple ponytail. He had never seen the shape of her figure due to the billowing robes that were the uniform for the Academy and he was not stupid enough to ask.
Her personality was quite different to many of those supposed nobles in the place. She was nice, if a bit imperious, and had treated him, her supposed magical slave, as though he were a friend she had just met and an equal partner, despite the cajoling and laughs of various others who treated him as if he were sub-human.
She swiftly ended such words and actions with a glare so cold that ice, in mid-winter, in Antarctica would have seemed warm in comparison.
They shut up quickly after that and hadn't dared to approach them after his fluke defeat of the fop, Guiche. Despite her being called 'Zero' due to her lack of success in spells, she had mastered her explosive failures into a formidable weapon all its own and they had no desire to be on the receiving end of one.
Again, anyway.
'All in all' he thought as he sat in on the Earth magic lesson with his mage, eying her from the corner of his eye, 'I could have had worse happen to me.'
A firm series of raps on the classroom door interrupted his musings as, along with the noble students, surprising Miss Chevreuse and causing her to stride over and open the door, only to step back with a start.
Not that anybody blamed her considering the intimidating sight before her.
Standing at seemingly just under seven feet, the black cloaked and hooded figure seemed to loom in the doorway like a wraith, menacing and alien without even trying. To further enhance the image, an unsheathed silver sword, studded with rubies on the hilt, hung in direct sight upon his belt, one of his fingerless gloved hands keeping the cloak out of the way and resting upon the pommel in a casual manner as he leaned slightly on the doorframe, the solid leather boots tapping on the stone floor at the end of his black leggings. His emerald eyes, almost hidden beneath the deep cowl, resting firmly on the slightly scared teacher's face, a tiny glint of amusement drifted through them before vanishing and leaving them as as cold and blank as a still pond.
It was an unnerving sight for most.
"Greetings, Madam," he greeted, his voice soft and deep, giving the impression of velvet, though this velvet definitely hid steel, and gave a slight bow, "my apologies for interrupting you class but I have need of one of your pupils."
The middle-aged teacher seemed to recover herself, along with the students, and gave a slight blush at such courtly demeanour from such an individual. "Not at all, young man. Though I must ask who you are, who you're looking for and why?"
The question seemed to amuse the man as quicksilver laughter danced in his eyes again before chuckling slightly and pulling back the cowl.
The sight that greeted the curious class, had all bar one stunned.
Raven's wing black hair that was done in a tight braid and long enough to run down into the depths of his dark cloak, piercing emerald eyes set in a sharp raptor like face that was tanned lightly, an indication of long hours working beneath the light of the sun. These features, however, paled into insignificance compared to the bold scar that ran from beneath his left eye, across the bridge of his nose and above his right eyebrow where it terminated next to a slightly paler, though noticed by only those who knew it was there, line of skin shape like a lightning bolt.
All in all, it was a handsome face that had Kirche almost purring in delight and many other girls blushing slightly. The scar only added to his handsome features and gave a more primal air. The boys, on the other hand, were slightly intimidated by his predatory looks.
"My name," the man said with a slight smile as he gazed at his stunned with surprised happiness target, "is Hadrian de la Vallierre and I am looking for my dear little sister, Louise. After all," his smile became a smirk, "is it not the office of an older sibling to greet the younger?"
Louise finally came out of her surprised funk.
CRASH!
"Big Brother!"
SLAM!
With a great yell, she leapt from her seat, after having sent it to the floor, and into her brother's open arms without once touching the stone floor. An impressive feat considering there was easily fifteen mails between her previous position and her current one in the enclosed arms of the proclaimed 'brother'.
A brother, who had saved her life so long ago.
A brother, who had praised and cared for her, so much like Cattelya.
A brother, who had shown her how to change her failures into successes.
A brother, who had brought her mother back from the brink of losing her heart to the 'steel' she had used for so long, with naught but a blade and magic.
A brother, who had accepted being able to be truly called 'her brother'.
A brother, who had been absent from her life for over a year as he searched for a cure for his betrothed's, Cattelya, illness.
A brother, who was now here.
Hadrian, the one called the Spirit Made Flesh, the Twisted Mirror and many other titles, smiled down at his silently weeping little sister and comforted her with slight strokes of his hand upon her hair, the interesting stone broach of a vertical line through a triangle that contained a circle, catching the sunlight for a moment.
The pair were an image of the best of things to the rest of the people in the room.
Happiness, solace, comfort and more were viewed in this interaction.
Yet there was one thing that it shouted above all others.
Family.
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Well guys what do you think?
Probably not my best work but I am attempting to do it some justice.
This is a Familiar of Zero / HP cross. Early in Louise's life, a dimensionally banished Harry who now wanders this strange world, saves her life from an attempted ransom plot. This earned the attention and gratitude of the rest of Vallieres and he begins to interact with the family, more often than not changing it for the better with his very different beliefs.
In regards to Harry's magic, he has obtained the hallows but not in the same way as the books and returned them to Death and received their mark and a fragment of their true power as a thank you. also the horcrux scar had some side effects with the use of magic. In particular, he is able to manipulate spirit element and space manipulation. This falls under void magic in Halkeginia so he is mistaken as a void mage by those 'in the know'.
I have a few ideas on how use this magic and the types of spells he would use. HP Canon burns in hell with this story. His magic also is going to be more like Type-Moon verse Magecraft than a simple swish and flick with a wand foe Harry because he is so different from wizards.
He also does not need and indeed cannot use a wand or other focus. This does not weaken him in any way however.
Let me know what you think.