Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or One Piece

Beta: Thunderbird Eve

Summary:

The moment the trio managed to find an empty compartment third year Harry's fate changed. For better or worse we'll have to find out.

Warnings:

Male turned female, Harry-is-Hancock, traveling world's, violence, slavery, (mild?) torture,(R-pe or self harm will not be part of this story), language, dementors, fishmen, piracy, way later romance if possible, magic, and devil fruit...if I miss anything please tell me and I'll add it on here. :)


Chapter 3

Roughly the three sisters were dragged by the celestial dragons guards through the streets of Archipelago, terrified until they reached a white mansion/castle with many towers.

"Take them to the eastern cells!"

The accompanying Dragon asked their buyer. "The east? Do you plan for them to fight?"

A haughty voice answered as the sisters left. "Of Course! These are Amazon women after all. I'm no fool to have them near me. Beauty or not."

Even taken to the eastern cells Hancock's mind worked rapidly, while the man appeared idiotic he had reason to keep them away. They were Amazon women, raised to be fighters; given time they'd have figured out an escape plan but one thing bothered her. One said fighting; Would it be each other?

"Besides, I want to see if they can survive against the...sea beasts."

Both men laughed humorously.

'Other sea beasts? Does that mean they have more...people?' Hancock mentally scolded herself for of course people like them had more slaves. While she understood very little the value of money she still understood the value of thousand, million, and billions. But money was the least of her worries. First she had to 'assess' the situation as her mentor liked to say. Besides, they were natural fighters so this could work in their favor, hopefully making it a small mercy.

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Bones cracking resounded in the arena as she kicked her opponent hard into the wall.

The smug voice of her 'master' in the stands safely above could be heard as he and the others had watched. "Ha! Looks like my Amazon wins...again."

Without a backwards glance she walked away back to her cell, one that she thankfully shared with her sisters while passing others.

"Look guys the human won again!"

"Tch. That's the second one that won their match today."

The 'sea beasts' here, well, Fishmen she learned earlier on had an enormous grudge against humans.

And the Boa sisters weren't excluded from that list. Permanent residence or not.

"Tch! Doesn't matter! There's no way she's better than him."

Like any fighting ring they also had their champion.

Sandersonia's voice interrupted her thoughts as she entered the cell. "You won again big sis?"

"Yeah."

Like her, Marigold and Sandersonia too had to fight. Though they were affected differently because their morals. While she had a huge grievance against taking lives those two didn't. No, what traumatized them was the sheer brutality the Fishmen fought and how slavery worked. Hancock herself had a weak understanding of how slavery worked but those two were completely traumatized. They were Amazon women, yes, but they weren't savages.

And sadly the brutality didn't stop within the fighting ring, the actions of these 'Celestial Dragons' were no better. These people treated human slaves as badly if not worse than the house elf named Dobby she was so irritatedly fond of but the Fishmen?

They were below even that.

All the Fishmen they bought were immediately brought to the eastern cells. Often calling it the 'Shark tank' since it was full of them. They were constantly pitted against their brethren in a bloody fighting arena. On occasion they would 'punish' a slave and send them in there but the Boa sisters? They took a permanent residence there.

Almost immediately after they were put in the eastern cells they were stripped of their Amazon clothing and valuables. Her bangs were barely tied back while their clothes were replaced with normal ones. Everything smelled, for lack of a better term, absolutely fishy. The whole place was dark, dank, and absolutely dreary while filled with bloodlust and hate towards their 'masters'.

In short it was disgusting.

Her previous life as Harry he had loved magical creatures except for Cornish pixies, Basilisks, and Acromantula. But overall she always tried to respect all creatures and be polite. Though for the life of her she couldn't understand why Fishmen were so looked down upon, why were they seen so far below humanity? Had Hagrid been here he'd be over the moon, probably trying to pet a Yuda, talk with the Fishmen, or, Merlin forbid, try to raise a Sea King like he tried with a dragon.

Marigold's faint voice reached her ears. "Congratulations big sis."

"Thanks."

With a sigh Hancock sat down while leaning against the wall, punching the floor as she did so.

Months of planning her 'death' were for nought all because they were left alone for a measly few seconds.

And not only that she could feel something she had sorely missed for 12 years, her magic. She might have rejoiced had it not also been equally worrying. Magic and technology don't mix. Personally Hancock didn't understand too well the technology of this world but she had three explosive 'devices' attached to her. If it fritzed either of her cuffs or collar it would probably explode and instantly kill her. Looking up at the ceiling she closed her eyes.

'The only way I can stop that is to master my magic.'

Unlike back in school she couldn't mess up, not-even-once. 'So that means i even have to avoid emotional outbursts or accidental magic or it'll kill me.'

And wasn't that a terrifying thought.

It never could be simple with her could it? If these Fishmen or 'Dragons' didn't kill her it'd be her own damn emotions! Using one hand to cover her eyes she took a deep breath. It wouldn't do to get emotional now; the magic within her, even if it was small, would still react if she had an outburst now. But there was one question burning in her mind desperately.

How could she even master magic when Hancock never managed to do so before as Harry?

This possibly had to be worse than when she was dying on the cold floor, writhing from basilisk venom.

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The sound of her defeat rang in the air as the yellow ish fishman slammed her into the ground happily, blood spurting out as his fin gilded elbows slash diagonally between her breast.

Even before the final slash had been made her eyes had widen in shocked surprise as she realized the huge opening she made. It made no difference here that Hancock was raised to fight and sailed the sea for a year. What stood before her was something she subconsciously underestimated as a species…

Fishmen.

'I should have know better.'

And she really should have, but after her first few battles with them she had assumed Fishmen, as a whole, to be laughably weak when their strength didn't match up to hers at all.

A haughty voice mocked towards whom she assumed to be her 'master'.

"It looks like your Amazon woman, drastically lost xarol."

"Tch."

They had the Guards drag her back to her cell; Fishmen cheered as they took note of her defeated form.

"Ha! I knew she was no match for Marlin!"

With a throw she was back inside the cell, "Big sis?! Are you okay?! Sister?" she ignored the worried voices and focused on the name of their buyer. A name she would surely curse for the rest of her life.

'Xarol.'

She wouldn't go out of her way to kill him but if the opportunity ever presented itself...well, she wasn't one to waste things.

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She took her comment back, this had to be worse than when she was dying on the cold floor, writhing from basilisk venom.

After a month being in between consciousness, losing blood, getting a fever, and no medicine Hancock managed to survive. Little Marigold and Sandersonia had sacrificed their shirts, water, and bits of food in hopes she'd recover and it paid off.

When a certain Dragon learned she survived she was immediately dragged away for 'punishment' as she was later told.

Fishmen from other cells looked surprised as they walked by, so sure they were that she'd die after the battle with Marlin.

And once they reached a fancy looking room she took immediate notice of the enormous tank in the center.

The Dragon Xarol immediately yelled and pointed at the two body guards that just brought her in.

"Throw her in the tank!"

"Right away!"

They ignored her shaking pale form, and lifted her up a ladder as she panicked.

'He can't be serious! I can barely stand! Let alone swim!'

Splash

And just like that she was in the water batting her hands to stay above like some drowning animal, her wound reopening and blood seeping into the water.

With all the Clothes, shoes, hair, and the shackles she had it dragged her weak body down.

"Release the piranhas haha!"

Fear absolutely clutched her heart.

'Piranhas?! He can't! They way I am! I'll die!'

What little control of emotions Hancock worked on had finally snapped as the fish closed in on her drowning form.

'My legs! If only I could use them!'

Adrenaline had rushed through Hancock's body in her panic, barely giving her enough strength to stay above water but not enough to kick all the fishes away as they bit her, sharp teeth clamping onto everywhere with the focus point being her chest where blood leaked out.

"Ahh!"

But there was no escape, her body was too weak and the pain was practically paralyzing her to the point where she was drowning under water now.

Hancock's vision blurred even more as she ran out of air.

'Not like this! I can't die again!'

The magic within her responded and sent out an invisible shock wave that knocked the piranhas out and cracked the glass until it broke and set her free of the tank.

It didn't end there though, her magic triggered the devices as a sound she grew familiar with sounded.

Ting-tock-ting-tick-ting-tock.

It was a sound that'd be engraved into her very being.

Feeling sick Hancock chucked up water from her trembling form and passed out.

'It's true, my magic...will kill me as well.'

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"Big sister? Wake up! Please wake up!"

Groggy, cold, and shivering Hancock finally opened her green eyes to see the light green hair and eyes of Sandersonia. Worried eyes were focused on her face but she could feel hands pushing cloth against her chest. Probably to stop the wound from bleeding again.

"Can you understand me? How do you feel? What did they do? Do you need anything?"

"C-cold...s-s-so...c-cold." Was all that come out of her blue tinted lips.

"R-right! Um...Marigold! Can you hold her? I'll get the sheet!"

"Right!"

Marigold lifted her body with ease she didn't have before in between her body in hopes to warm her. Arms enclosed around her shivering form, the wavy dirty blond hair of her sister tickled Hancock's nose making her sniffle and try to curl in on herself to contain whatever heat she could.

"Here's the sheet! Lay her down between us so she could get more heat."

"Right! Come big sis, lay down, do it for us, please?"

She honestly didn't want to uncurl herself and lose whatever warmth she had...even if it was to gain more she felt as if she'd die if she uncurled so she shook her head violently. Closing her eyes as what little light they had was starting to hurt her.

"She's not going to Sandersonia! What do we do?"

Even with her eyes closed she could already see her green haired sister bite her lip in worry.

"We have to force her. If we don't she might…she might die."

Any reluctance both of them might have had was quickly overpowered by that reason and the two started struggling to uncurl her. Even weak their big sister proved to be strong and wild. She bit, clawed, snarled, kicked, and practically hissed in their faces. It was reminiscent to the wild animals they hunted back home and they hated seeing her being reduced to this. She was their big sister, the one who taught them how appreciate life, the one to teach things that other Amazon women didn't value; the strongest one of the three and a proud Kuja pirate.

It just made their stomachs twist in knots to see what this place has done to her.

Not long after Hancock's strength quickly waned and the two managed to lay her back down and in between them as the sheet covered her. "D-don't worry big sister! We...we won't let you...die!" Sandersonia had said with great difficulty, fearing that she jinxed her big sister when she said 'that' word.

Angry at being uncurled she still tried to reassure them in her groggy state with difficulty and cuddled closer to them in hopes they'd understand. That it wasn't their fault but hers. She was to cocky in her skills and in such a hurry to leave that she costed them their freedom.

Hancock had never felt like such a failure before in life. She honestly never meant to drag her little sisters into this mess but for now she'd have to rely on them and when the time came she'd repay their kindness.


AN: I got the fighting/colosseum ring idea from my friend, she's known as CrazyPsychopathicRabbit on Fanfiction and yes I got permission to use it. And I'm giving credit where it's due.

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review and let me know how I did. If I make any mistakes please tell me and I'll try to fix it up. :)