Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Franchises that I draw characters from. Nor do I own the franchises that I may make references to in this story.
Author's Note: The only reason I am posting this chapter so soon after the last chapter is because there is apparently some confusion about where I am getting the girls in this story, as such there will be a list at the bottom of this chapter outlining where each of the girls comes from. This chapter is the only place where said list will appear for the girls that have already appeared in the story. In the future, when a new girl appears, her origin series will be listed in the first chapter that she appears in.
This will not be the case for girls who are originally from the Harry Potter Universe, as I expect people reading this story to already know where they are from. Thank you.
xXx From Where we Left Off xXx
"Oww, Oww, Oww… what the hell… did I just get forcibly pulled out of Synapse… and holy freaking cow… no Synapse… the hell?" the rather petite yet foul mouthed blue haired girl with gossamer wings like those of an insect exclaimed as she sat up in the rather sizable crater that she ended up in.
Harry actually stepped around Deedlit to look at the girl and as soon as he spied her he exclaimed "NYMPH-CHAN!" and practically launched himself at the girl who was actually a foot shorter than him, and not nearly as well built as he now was as near as any of the others could tell.
The girl looked up and instinctively braced herself for the impact… which had the resulting effect of Harry essentially glomping her, but no actual apparent damage being done to her despite all possible logic.
"Ok… I recognize you as my Onii-kun… but that is impossible as I don't have a brother…" Nymph stated in an analytical tone of voice.
Mine who had just made her way outside stated, "It is probably a side effect of whatever happened when he summoned you to our world. I guess this means we are welcoming Harry's new little sister to the family, doesn't it?"
"I don't… wait…" Nymph raised one of her hands up to grope at her neck. As soon as she did so, her face bloomed into a magnificent smile, "You know what, being his sister suddenly sounds like my dream come true. Can I ask why I was summoned though?"
"At a guess? Harry wants you to protect him from all those mean nasty fangirls that inhabit the School he and Kanade are about to head off to." Tiffania stated as she came out.
"Fangirls?" Nymph mouthed. She then turned to look at her new older brother and stated "You realize I am more of a girl magnet than deterrent, right?"
"You're easier to talk to than Ikaros-chan." Harry admitted with a shrug.
Nymph frowned "Yes… well she is easier to talk to on Synapse, but something about being on Earth seems to have limited her in certain ways."
"As fascinating as all this is, I assume I have another student to enroll at Hogwarts?" Minerva asked.
"Nymph… are you actually able to use magic?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Any sufficiently advanced technology appears to be magic in the eyes of a less advanced people…" Nymph stated authoritatively.
"Which when translated… means that everything… and I mean everything… I have observed you as being capable of doing has some basis in the world of technology and not magic… even the.. wish cards?"
"Transport Cards, and yes, even them."
McGonagall frowned for a moment before drawing her wand and handing it to Nymph "Please wave that in a direction that is away from any of us…"
Nymph shrugged and did as she was asked.. the resultant light show…
"OH CRAP!" Tiffania exclaimed as she threw her hands up and unleashed wave after wave of water at the small forest fire that Nymph had accidentally just started.
"Well.. she is capable of magic… but wanded magic may be inadvisable for her as she may blow the core on the wand if she were to cast an actual spell with it. I think we will need to figure out a curriculum centered on wandless magic just for her, which will be an enlightening experience since even the most powerful Witches and Wizards are only really capable of about fourth year spells wandlessly." McGonagall explained.
"Hmmm… I think I might have a solution." Deedlit stated.
"Oh? And that would be?" Minerva asked.
"You need a wandless magic instructor… as it happens, my magic is primarily done without a focus, or if I do need a focus, I use my sword. Granted, my spells would probably be unconventional by the standards of your world… but I think it might be fair to say that in some regards my spells are superior to what you have available." Deedlit explained.
"Yes, that might be for the best. I suggest you join Harry, Kanade and… Nymph on the Hogwarts Express… it will be an enlightening experience." Minerva stated.
"Don't you have to clear hiring her with Albus?" Mine asked.
"Honestly the man is more of a figurehead these days than an actual administrator for the School. Most of his time is spent leading the Minister for Magic by the hand…" Minerva stated with a scowl. "I doubt he would even object to the idea honestly, may even want to sit in on your lessons as it sounds like even he would learn something from them."
"I see…" Mine stated.
"No, I suspect that the problem will arise from the hardline Pureblood Movement who will highly object to the fact that there are non-human students and a non-human Professor in the School."
Deedlit mumbled a few words under her breath and before everyone's eyes, she gained an appearance that far more closely resembled what she would look like if she had been born as a human. "Do they need to know?"
Nymph shrugged and said "P-Stealth, Wings, Engage."
Everyone's heads turned to watch as Nymph's wings vanished from sight. "They are still there… they're just invisible at the moment. It is annoying having them as I have to wear clothes that leave my back unrestricted… but no one actually needs to know they are there."
"Well… that is a tad bit unfortunate then. The Hogwarts Uniform is rather conservative all things considered." Minerva admitted.
"Define 'conservative.'" Mine stated.
"What you are wearing Mine, would be considered scandalous in Wizarding Society outside of all but the most upper crust circles of Wizarding Society… and even then, it would probably turn a few heads due to the color."
"I like this dress." Mine pouted.
"Yes dear, we know… you have eight duplicates of it in your wardrobe." Tiffania consoled her friend.
"Isn't that a little…" Minerva started.
"When your former lifestyle includes a frighteningly high risk for catastrophic clothing damage… you tend to make sure you have a healthy supply of your favorite outfits." Mine explained snappishly.
"I guess that is why the wardrobe in Akame's room had twenty copies of that black shirt and ten copies of the cargo skirt?" Deedlit asked.
Mine actually laughed "Akame was the first person in our group to engage the enemy, and the last person in our group to depart the battle. This means that she suffered the absolute largest number of wardrobe malfunctions out of any of us. And this is ignoring the fact that she had no concept of what to do with undergarments."
"Oh my…" Minerva said with a blush.
"Anyways, I should get back to the School. To get to the Platform that houses the Hogwarts Express, walk directly into the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten within King's Cross Station. Even Muggles can enter it if they know it is there. The Train leaves at precisely eleven on the dot, no allowances for being late. If you miss the train, you will need to wait for someone to apparate you to Hogsmeade so that you can meet the train when it arrives. Do not do anything foolish that might risk revealing the secret of the existence of magic to the unenlightened masses." Minerva explained.
"Oh… and just to be on the safe side… how old are you exactly, Nymph?" Minerva asked of the rather petite girl.
Nymph scowled before saying "Eternal."
"What do you mean?" Minerva asked.
"Angeloids are biological-technological hybrid constructs, we do not age the way that humans do. I could… theoretically cause my body to undergo the process of sexual maturation the way that a human female's does, but I have never had the need to do so, and doing that would actually lower some of my innate system specs. My model is noted for its high speed and maneuverability when in flight… sexual maturation would throw the entire system that enables my flight out of whack due to added weight in weird places." Nymph explained.
"I see… hrmm I think we will need to come up with a reasonable explanation for why there is a girl who doesn't appear to age beyond the physical stages of… I would guess eight or nine?"
Harry immediately thought of the obvious answer, well at least obvious to him, "Disabled Veela?"
Minerva looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "That would help explain the odd hair color too. Yes I think that will work. Though we have to hope she never encounters a real Veela as they can sense other members of their species instinctively and would see through the ruse. Anyways, I bid you all farewell. I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts… and Harry… there are worse things out there than fangirls…"
After they all bid her farewell Minerva disappeared with a pop.
xXx August 1st, 1991 xXx
xXx Diagon Alley xXx
Almost as soon as the family entered Ollivander's Wand Shop, which was the first stop they made after leaving the bank due to McGonagall warning them about how long it took to find a wand, Mine spun on her heel while fluidly pulling out Pumpkin, cocking it and aiming it at the man that none of them had noticed before she did that.
"Seriously… it would take someone on the level of Hassan-i-Sabbah to pull off what you just tried to do when one of the Veterans of Night Raid is present. You… are... not… that… GOOD!"
"I must admit… I am at something of a loss as to how I should handle this situation… it is not every day someone enters my shop with a gun of all things…" Ollivander admitted.
"To be fair… it's not exactly a normal gun." Tiffania admitted.
"What was the first clue Tif? Was it the fact that she can pierce the atmosphere with it? Or was it the fact that it shoots concentrated beams of light?" Nymph asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.
Ollivander grinned "A magic gun… that is a novelty."
"I think the correct terminology is 'Handheld Magic Wave Motion Cannon.'" Deedlit stated.
Mine huffed and said "That is unfortunately the most accurate description of it, even if I dislike people calling Pumpkin by such an impersonal name. Pumpkin has feelings too you know. Anyways we seem to have gotten severely sidetracked. I believe Harry and Kanade need wands."
"Just the two of them? Not the young… Angel… huh, haven't seen one of those before." Ollivander inquired.
Nymph frowned and asked "How did you know?"
"I can see a person's Aura… and although it is obvious you are not the type of Angel that is referred to by the beliefs of the vast majority of humans on this planet, you are still distinctly an Angel all the same." Ollivander explained.
"Do you mind keeping that fact to yourself? We are trying to pass her off as a disabled Veela." Mine inquired.
"I doubt anyone I chose to associate with would be even the slightest bit interested in the fact that there is an Angel at Hogwarts. Though… some of them might be interested in the fact that there is an Angel active on Earth."
"As interesting as that happens to be…" Deedlit said "We managed to figure out that her magic is unsuited to wands. As such I will be taking up the post of Wandless Magic Instructor at Hogwarts so that at least she has the opportunity to learn proper magic."
"What do you mean by… proper magic?" Ollivander asked.
"You people are handicapping yourselves by using Wands in the way that you are. I can do things with my magic that you can't even imagine… and which would turn a wand into ash the instant I tried to duplicate it with such a flimsy focus. The only good wand for magic are those designed to store spells." Deedlit explained passionately.
Tiffania had to toss in an after remark… "There are of course the wands used back where I am from which are more a magical conductor's rod than an actual focus for the magic. The Mage uses them to guide the spell to where they want it to be, but don't actually channel their magic through it… as that would result in something worthy of Louise-chan."
Everyone in the family snorted at that statement.
"Right… Wands… let us begin." Ollivander said clapping his hand and causing two measuring tapes to begin measuring Kanade and Harry.
"Hmm… Miss Kanade… there is something odd… you are older than you appear, aren't you?"
Everyone snickered again. "That statement really doesn't do my situation the justice it truly deserves."
Ollivander turned around and looked at her curiously almost begging her to continue.
"I am the effective resurrection and re-corporation of a girl who has spent the last… well from my perspective it has been at least fifty years… in Limbo, which means I was dead before I got here. I had the body of a sixteen year old, but I did not age, and I could not die in that world no matter what sorts of injuries I suffered. Same was true of everyone else… you get killed in Limbo, you wake up in the hospital wing a half hour later completely intact… though clothes may be an issue depending on what killed you."
"Back from the dead? Truly remarkable."
At this point, Ollivander began parading wand after wand before Harry and Kanade, in an attempt to try to find a suitable. Harry it was discovered had a good match with the wand that was ominously fated to be the brother wand to the one that was used to kill his biological parents, and leave him with a scar that was still giving Tiffania nightmares when she looked at it too closely. None of them could figure out exactly why though.
The problem that they ran into was Kanade.
"I am afraid I have run through my entire stock of wands young lady." Ollivander stated rather morosely.
"What does that mean?" Kanade asked.
"It means that I have simply not created the wand that is a match for you. However, there are several things we can do at this point. First would be to find a core selected from a being of magic that holds a special significance to you."
Tiffania giggled and said "Well that would be Nymph, obviously."
Both Nymph and Kanade turned to look at Tiffania and asked "Huh?"
Mine figured out what was going on, "Kanade, you were the Angel of Limbo, and Nymph is in fact an honest to god Angel… ergo…"
Nymph figured out what was going on and facepalmed saying "Yeah, okay fine… what do I need to do?"
"I simply need a hair plucked from your head young lady." Ollivander admitted.
Meanwhile Kanade was sputtering incoherently at the fact that the embarrassing nickname she had dealt with for what felt like the past fifty or so years was now deciding the nature of her wand…
"Now, Miss Kanade, if you would pick the first branch that touches your hand out of this barrel, I will have the wood… and I can do the rest myself." Ollivander instructed Kanade.
Kanade still an emotional mess barely even processed what he asked her to do, and just did it on a biological equivalent to autopilot.
"Interesting… a Pine branch…" Ollivander stated, "Not a wood I generally work with as it is rather flimsy all things considered. However it does have associations with Angels… I will have a finished product in about two hours for you two pick up."
"Thank Mister Ollivander." Mine said with a bit of a curtsy.
Tiffania did her own curtsey, however Deedlit simply inclined her head at the man. The children just looked at each other uncomfortably for a moment before bidding Ollivander a temporary farewell.
xXx Madam Malkin's xXx
Nymph was scowling at the robe that the woman was trying to convince her to put on.
"Deed-chan, I need your honest opinion as a newly hired Hogwarts Professor." Nymph stated to the older girl who had a scowl of her own at the robe the woman in front of her wanted her to try on.
"What is it Nymph-chan?" Deedlit asked.
"What say you and I ignore the expected conventions of female dress in this society while at Hogwarts and just wear what is comfortable for us? Even if it gives stuffy old men aneurysms?" Nymph asked.
Deedlit smiled and said "You know, I think I like that idea."
"I do have to ask… where does Tif shop? I mean who carries clothes in her size?" Nymph asked.
Deedlit grimaced "I think she actually has to get her clothes custom made, as most places, even stores dealing with larger body types, just don't have clothes designed for a woman of her specific proportions."
"Okay ladies that is enough, we're not interested." Deedlit stated.
"But Madam, for the girl at least these robes are required at Hogwarts." the senior tailor stated.
"Can I trust your discretion not to discuss the private matters of your customers with anyone other than the customer in question? Not even your family?" Deedlit asked.
"Madam, our company policy is not to discuss anything that happens in a fitting outside of that particular fitting. We are actually required to sign a magically binding contract that states as much. It's not as permanent as the Unbreakable Vow, but it would be devastating to us if we broke the word of the contract." the tailor explained.
"Okay Nymph, that is good enough for me, is it good enough for you?" Deedlit asked of the girl on the stool next to her.
Nymph shrugged "At the rate people are either finding out or being told… my secret won't exactly be a secret for very long, you do realize that, don't you?"
"I honestly think that at this point the entire reason that we are keeping it a secret is just for Minerva's peace of mind more than anything else. I actually looked up these Veela… they don't suffer disabilities of the sort we are proposing that you suffer from. They are essentially the ideal of human beauty given form. The very idea that they can suffer a disability defies the entire concept of such a species."
Nymph shrugged and caused her wings to become visible.
"Oh my… are those…"
"Actual wings? yes, and they are fully functional too." Nymph admitted, "Although most of my propulsion and lift is provided by an antigrav generator. The wings are more for the purpose of direction control."
"What is an antigrav generator?" the younger of the two women asked.
Deedlit grinned and said "Really fancy way of saying that she is basically a humanoid broom…"
Nymph scowled and said "I resent that comparison. I am not that easy."
"I was referring to the mechanics involved in your ability to fly, not to your sexual habits, Nymph…" Deedlit said in an exasperated tone of voice.
"What is your point exactly? The human brain thinks about sex more frequently than just about any other topic." Nymph said offhandedly.
"I think that is a trait inherent in all species that have even a passing level of sentience and which reproduce sexually." Deedlit admitted.
"Well… there is always the option to neuter or spay something…" Nymph stated offhandedly. This statement caused everyone else in the room to cringe at just how offhandedly Nymph said it.
Suddenly everyone heard a voice echo through the building "MUST REPRESS URGE TO SLAUGHTER BLONDIE!"
"I think we better go help Tiffania… it sounds like Mine is almost at the limit of her ability to tolerate idiocy."
"Meh… what Tiffania can't handle, Kanade can deal with." Nymph stated as she boredly went about redressing herself in her casual clothes.
xXxXxXx
Character = Japanese Title of Series (English Title of Series)
Mine = Akame ga Kiru! (Akame ga Kill)
Kanade "Tenshi" Tachibana = Enjeru Bitsu! (Angel Beats!)
Tiffania Westwood Tudor of Albion = Zero no Tsukaima (The Familiar of Zero)
Deedlit = Rodosu-to Senki (Record of Lodoss War)
Nymph = Sora no Otoshimono (Heaven's Lost Property)
