Hey guys! Sorry for the wait – exams are a bitch! Got Science and R.E coming up this week; to be honest I don't care if I fail R.E! I am far from religious! (If you didn't get it from the use of the name DARWIN then yikes.) This week's chapter is gonna be completely original! YAY! Special thanks goes to all the favouriters, alerters and reviwers out there! You really made my week! Anyway, on with the show!

I like magic" – Speech

(I like magic) – Harry's thoughts

Disclaimer: As previously stated, I do not own any characters or plot from AJ:AA or Harry Potter. If I did, well…let's not think about that…

Summary: They hurt him for the last time. Fleeing from the wizarding world and into Japan, things start to build up as his past comes back to haunt him, and his new life. DARWIN.

Chapter 4:

Magical Mayhem

"Where the hell did I put my hat?"

Frantically searching for the missing item, Harry eventually found the cap perched innocently on the coat hook by his front door. He stormed over to the silver hook and swiped the blackish blue cap off it quickly.

"Damn it, I'm going to be late! Please let me get there before Lazio"

After hurriedly securing the door behind him he clutched the sash of his messenger bag, embroidered with an elaborate and stylish blue rose. He pulled it closer to his side as he dashed off to his…part time job.

What do you expect? With the lack of cases he's getting he needs to find someway to pay the rent!

Even if the main reason for him accepting the job offer was because of the harsh times, he also found it quite entertaining. He caught wind of the job through his law school friend Raegan Gemms. Harry had discovered that Raegan was no ordinary muggle when he caught him practising magic in a spare classroom one day. And not the Trucy kind, oh no! It was the real wand-waving, I-can-adava-your-ars kind of magic. Even if the look on his face was hilarious when he found out he was caught, the process of explaining he was a wizard was a bit difficult.

Raegan was one of the only people that he revealed his identity to. Well it was that or get obliviated – not fun. Thankfully his blonde-haired buddy understood why he wanted it to be a top secret. Although he probably should've known he was a wizard from the start.

After all his parents were quite famous magicians!

Yep, he really should've guessed. His father Lazio Gemms and mother Meiko Gemms were quite renowned in the muggle magic industry. Their group was called 'The Sorcerer Society'. Even though they did slightly cheat by using real magic, they didn't particularly hide it. Their slogan is 'The real trick is true magic', so you can't fault them for lying. However he was a bit creeped out by Lazio's observation and magic skills. The day they were first introduced, Lazio immediately knew who he was. Fortunately it wasn't exactly obvious to everyone around. The magic sensitivity that Lazio possessed meant he could tell who any witch or wizard was by looking at their magical signature. So his secret was kept within the Gemms family.

Getting back to the point, the 3 family members asked him to perform in their magic shows. In return they gave him a small sum of money for each time he performed. Getting to work with the family was spectacular! They tutored him in advanced magic and made sure his identity wouldn't be leaked. He achieved this by performing with a loose blue cloth mask covering his face from the nose down and glamours to cover up his scars.

Even though he was yet again followed by the paparazzi, it wasn't so nearly as irritating as the wizarding paparazzi. You had to literally ward your house to get privacy! But the joy and laughter that came with the job made it all worthwhile.

Seeing the sleek and shiny back door to the practise studio in front of him, Harry shoved the door open and ran towards the practise stage. Shoving open another door with an echoing bang, he noticed the presence of his angry mentor.

Lazio was dressed in his typical elegant black outfit, a red cape fluttering lightly behind him. Sensing the steady tapping feet and crossed arms showing his clear irritation, Harry thought it would be a good time to speak up…

"…Um, sorry I'm late?"

…Apparently not. Looking at the clenched fists and grinding teeth he soon realised it wasn't the best thing to say.

"Late? LATE? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE 23.4 MINUTES AGO! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL THIS TIME?"

"Err, well you see-"

"Never mind that! We have a show tomorrow and we have some urgent practise to do! Now go and…"

(…Note to self: An angry Lazio = an aching Apollo)

Rubbing his arm in an attempt to cease his aches, Apollo slowly padded up the final flights of stairs to the Wright Talent Agency. Stopping his arm massage momentarily to open door, he was unprepared for the sudden appearance of Trucy. Neither was he prepared for the 40 kilos of teenage girl tackling into his sore muscles. Trucy gave an apologetic smile at Apollo, seeing he had scrunched his face up as his muscles sent sharp thuds of pain through his nerves.

"Sorry about that Polly, but I need to tell you and Daddy something real quick! Come on! Hurry up and get in!"

Unfortunately grabbing his sore wrist, Apollo had no choice but to let her drag him inside. Seeing an equally clueless Mr. Wright give him a calm shrug from his seat on the beat-up sofa, Apollo warily sat down on the worn fabric next to him. The almost serious yet cute stance Trucy gave with her arms folded and cheeks puffed out made Apollo nearly laugh. He didn't know whether to salute or whether to cuddle her pouting figure. The encouraging smile Mr. Wright gave was reassuring. Hopefully things wouldn't become too, ummm…Trucy like.

"Alright! Polly, Daddy! There is some super important news I need to tell you - SUPER important!"

"W-What it is Trucy?"

"Our arch-nemesis is once again performing! It is SUPER important that we take note of all they do! The Gramarye Troupe will not fall behind our rivals!"

"Rivals?"

"The Sorcerer Society of course! Our two groups have been rivals since forever! They wear practically the same outfits, they do over our level of magic, but at least they don't have a super cool name! But we have to found out what kind of tricks they are doing!"

(…This is the first time I've ever heard of this! I should probably listen to Lazio more often…)

Apollo was disturbed from his thoughts as Trucy thrust 2 slim pieces of paper into his and Mr. Wright's hand. Looking at the writing on the royal blue ticket, Apollo noticed it was for the performance tonight! If Trucy's speech was going where he thought it was he was going to have to make an excuse – fast!

"I got tickets for all of us! I even got some for Emma and Mr. Gavin! All of us are gonna go there tonight, although those 2 did say they would be a bit late…"

Apollo saw the great opportunity he was looking for in her last sentence. Guess cross-examinations really did help him find loopholes.

"I-uh can't come to the show-"

"But Polly! You have to come and watch!"

"I-I n-need to pick up a, err…friend at the airport!"

"…"

"Err, don't worry! I-I'll try and get there as soon as I can"

"…"

"Let it go Trucy. It just means Polly here will be a little bit late like the other 2…"

Trucy dropped the determined frown on her face after her 'Daddy' told her to let it go - although it didn't her getting in her own opinion anyway.

"…Fine. But you'd better be there like daddy says Polly!"

Thankful that Trucy had stopped her interrogation like request, Apollo looked at the clock. He'd only just got here and it was only 4:30 since he'd called in late that day. But it wouldn't hurt to leave early, it would help keep up his excuse and he'd be ready for the show sooner.

"W-Well, I guess I'd better go. The airport's quite a long drive from here."

"Drive? I wasn't aware you drove a car Apollo."

Mr. Wright's statement made Apollo pause for a second. He didn't realise he forgot to tell him…must've slipped his mind.

"Well, not a car per se…I drive a motorcycle Mr. Wright. It's a Yamaha YZF-R1 in blue." [1]

"Sounds expensive."

"Yeah, I saved up for it for quite a while!"

…Not necessarily true, but it looks like he bought it!

"See you guys later!"

"Oh, and Apollo?"

"Yes Mr. Wright?"

Giving me a cheeky grin and wink, Phoenix Wright gave his answer.

"Please, call me Phoenix, or Nick if you prefer." [2]

Harry was standing nervously in his hidden spot, twirling his 'magic wand' and rubbing the soft fabric material of his outfit between them every now and again. The magic wand was the stereotype of muggle wands, but he'd hidden his holly and phoenix feather one inside of it. His outfit consisted of a black, sleeveless turtle neck and ebony black skinny jeans. A black top hat was tilted on his head at an angle, to give a brilliant view of the Sorcerer Society's logo – a rich, royal blue rose. Along with a cape of a similar colour to the rose and heeled boots, he had his signature cloth mask lying limply on the bridge of his nose. Scars were covered up and as was most of his face, which helped ease Harry's nerves.

The shouting, mumbling and chatting of the people below could be heard quite easily from his position. Each of the 4 members of the Society was located in the 4 corners of the dome, notice-me-not charms were used so that they could blend in with their surroundings. He could spot Trucy and the rest lingering near the front of the stage – probably to get a close view of their 'tricks'. But there was something in the air. It felt heavy, and it felt familiar. It had a sense of darkness ha-

All of sudden the bright lights dimmed and Harry recognised his cue. Taking a deep breath he heard the others begin to speak.

"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen. The Sorcerer Society gladly welcomes you to our latest show."

Recognising the signal, Harry pressed the button on the nearby wall. 4 loud bangs and 4 shrouds of smoke drew the audience's attention to the 4 corners. Every person's eyes were riveted to the corner they chose, not daring to blink or remove their eyes from the spot in fear of missing a single movement. Deciding to put them out of their misery, Harry stepped off of his beam and onto thin air with the clever and intricate use of the levitation spell. If they messed it up even one bit, they would either go soaring into the roof, or plummeting into the crowds below. Harry could see the other 3 following his idea and they slowly began to descend at an angle, aiming for the centre of the stage.

The crowds beneath them were gaping at them in awe. Every single person had checked to see if there were any cables above them. There wasn't. They stood staring at the dancing figures in disbelief, watching them as they twirled around and danced in an entrancing manner. Each move flowed into the other in a captivating style, the audience eventually remembering where they were as they hopped onto the stage. The deafening roar that soon followed sent a tingling rush of adrenaline down Harry's spine. But at the moment, he goes by his stage name – Raiden, ironically meaning Lightning.

The 4 performers gave a regal bow, flourishing a mesmerising blue rose, thorns and all, as they came up. Each wearing identical smirks, his friend Raegan spoke up.

"Now that we have made our grande entrée, let the show begin!"

After another roaring cheer from the crowd, the group got into position. Raegan, Harry and Lazio stood in a diamond formation behind Meiko as she stood in front. The quiet woman loved to have a chance to perform, even if she was not as outspoken as the rest. She had this certain commanding presence around her, grabbing the attention whenever she wanted it. It was clearly evident by the silent hush that fell over the crowd.

"Our first act of the night shall be an adaptation of an old-time classic. Using only this wand, and this rubber ball, I shall the ball into a living, breathing animal. But first I would like a volunteer to check the ball I hold in my hands – How about you dear, in the blue cape?"

…She picked Trucy on purpose didn't she?

Nevertheless, Trucy came bounding up from the crowd with a determined expression set on her face, envious people watched as she approached the mystical woman. Poking and prodding the ball lying in her pale but soft hands, she soon sighed and gave a shrug.

"It looks real to me."

With the crowd now hanging upon her every word, Meiko tap the wand against the rubber ball once. Twice. And on the third time…

Soft gasps of amazement escaped those in the crowd. Eyes were hovering upon the delicate, snowy buddle of white fluff that twitched in Meiko's hand. The kitten was too life-like, so it couldn't possibly be fake! To any wizard the trick was simple. Transfiguration, easy as that! But Meiko did it differently, she exchanged the rubber ball for a real life kitten – call it…transporting, or teleporting if you will. The frightened kitten glanced around before suddenly leaping towards Trucy. She caught the scared little fur ball in a moment of heightened reflexes. Whilst Trucy seemed frozen in shock, the kitten nuzzled firmly at her neck, purring and giving a tiny mewl before proceeding to curl up and fall asleep.

The strong bemusement that filled Trucy's eyes was soon replaced with adoration. She stroked the cat as the audience behind her continued their mumblings of curiosity. Harry looked on with a small smile, Trucy looked like she'd received a huge birthday present months early – totally surprised yet extremely ecstatic. Even Meiko looked on with a sense of joy in her normally quiet presence.

"It seems to like you, little one. Would you like to take care of it?"

"O-Of course! As a firm rival of the Sorcerer Society, I Trucy Wright Gramarye, take this cat as my loyal pet!"

…Now he didn't know whether face palm or not. That girl has got some issues.

Nearly skipping off stage, Trucy returned to the group showing off her new prized possession. Realising it was his turn, Harry flickered his eyes away from the proud group.

"Now it is time for our next performance. We have trained for this event so we advise not to try this anywhere if you are not experienced."

With the attention of the crowd now returning to the show, Harry nodded his head at Raegan who sent a silent incendio charm at a pile of sticks they'd conjured moments ago. Seeing the crowd visibly jump, he decided it was time for it to begin. Lazio passed a piece of tattered cloth into his hands as he readied himself for the next part.

"To show you that this is a real fire I shall burn this piece of cloth. After which, I shall walk through it without getting a single burn."

Stepping closer to the spitting fire, (Thank God, the stage is made of metal) he hung the cloth from between his index finger and his thumb and placed it into the fire. He waited for a few moments before pulling it out. It was easy to see the burnt corner of the cloth and the orange flame still licking the fabric. With a small blow the flame was extinguished and the ragged cloth then chucked aside. Composing himself for a second or two, Harry wordlessly cast a flame-resistant charm on his clothes and bare skin. Hey, he didn't say his clothes were fire-proof now did he? Besides, real wizards and witches would have survived in the witch-hunting times without this charm! He was just testing it.

As he stepped into the flames he became relaxed by the cool embrace that the fire gave. He could hear both the cheers of excitement and the gasps of worry. No matter, he wasn't going to get harmed anyway. Deciding enough time had passed for the uneasy sense to sink into the audience, he emerged into the warm stadium air, accompanied by another cheer from the crowd. Clearly they were doing something right tonight. Making a big deal out of examining his unharmed bare arms and pristine clothing, Harry turned to the audience, winked, and gave a flourishing low bow.

The night turned out to be a huge success. Each performance was met with 'oohs' and 'aahs' and a loud roar from the ocean of people. It was brilliant feeling the waves of admiration from the people as they watched act after act. Harry felt glad that he could provide a sense of amazement for the people watching, and mostly focused upon the reaction of the group in front of the stage. Emma and Trucy were easily astounded by the tricks whilst Nick and Klavier only gave small smirks or hints of amusement.

Once their show had finished, Harry hurriedly changed into his everyday glamour and sprinted out of the secret exit. Apollo dodged the wave of people heading towards to exit, the majority of them to busy recounting their favourite moments of the past night to give him much notice. He soon found the people he was looking for; they too were peering with concern over the heads of the rushing crowd.

"Hey guys! Sorry, I couldn't find you!"

With the noise everyone was making, everyone in the group had to shout in order to be heard.

"Ah, Herr Forehead. You appear at last. And here I thought you had chickened out!"

The charming singer was giving him his 100-watt smile, which sent a hint of a blush onto Apollo's face. Trucy had talked to him for a few minutes, the speech mostly dominated by the family rivalry and her new family addition of whom she named 'Trixie', not caring if the snowy white cat was female or not. He had finally escaped the conversation when Emma rushed over to talk to her about the show, thankfully diverting all attention from him to her. However Klavier and Phoenix were still around to make social chit-chat with him.

"Chicken out? Hmph, I would do no such thing! I might hate loud noises but I don't break promises!"

Both of the two males accompanying him gave him amused smiles. The reaction made him curious. Did he do something wrong? Is there something on his face? Little did he know that they were smiling at the adorable pouting face he gave when he disagreed with Klavier. The expression he gave was almost on par with Trucy's.

Turning the corner of the exit from Sunshine Stadium they were met with the sight of hoards of paparazzi. The startlingly bright flashes were luckily aimed towards the rest of the Sorcerer Society. Apollo never stuck around as Raegan to do paparazzi photos, they were just plain annoying. With that thought in mind, he decided he didn't really want to stay there much longer. Although it seems the other 2 men had similar ideas.

"Lebewohl, Herr Forehead, Wright. I would like to leave before the paparazzi catch wind of my presence."

"Ah yes, it is a shame you must leave. Hopefully we shall meet again soon."

"Yes…hopefully."

Apollo couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but the tension in the air between the two men was clear enough. There was something that lingered behind it however, that quite confused him. It wasn't an emotion he really remembered, so he couldn't say what it was. But it the seemingly forced smiles and tightly gripped hand shake was anything to go by, Apollo assumed it was 1: Something bad between them two, and 2: …

None of his business…

After the brief handshake, Klavier sauntered away, leaving Apollo with a strange feeling in his gut and an awkward silence to deal with…Yet again.

"…So…What did you like about the show?"

*Head slams onto desk* FINALLY! I AM DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! Sorry for the long wait again, but if anyone wants to join me in a burn-all-of-your-exam-revision-sheets party, make your own! …I'm serious! Me, saint + some other friends are actually gonna do that.

This is sooooooooo gonna bring out my pyro side…

There might be a lot of mistakes in this chapter - it's almost midnight and at this time of night i'm not that good at checking. But at least i tried and got this chapter out!

[1] - I just looked for a single motorcycle with a fancy name. I know nought about them.

[2] - I see people use Nick as another name for Phoenix, so I'll probably use it as well!

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