A/N: Please take a minute to read this before continuing with the story.
1. Do not be misled by the title. There are technically no magical girls in this chapter. Technically.
2. §Text§ = Parseltongue
3. Backstory will almost always be AU from canon.
4. I suck at writing romance. Pointers are appreciated.
5. This is a HP/FSN crossover. Any other x-overs noticed in this chapter does not have a major impact to the story as a whole.
6. Warning: this chapter does not make a lick of sense.
Chapter 4: "Why am I a magical girl?"
Shirou Emiya woke up to a throbbing headache.
He lifted his head off the pillow with a groan, trying to remember what he did to end up in this state. He vaguely remembered asking Sakura to stay in his house before everything went fuzzy. Taiga's teasing followed by blushing, flushed faces swam in his mind... He felt strange that night, not really paying attention to the conversations around the table as the alcohol was passed around...
Wait... alcohol?
"Mmm..."
A moan.
It was then that he noticed an unfamiliar warmth underneath him.
Soft.
Warm.
Flesh.
Shirou's face paled with increasing horror as he realized how naked he was.
And how naked she was.
Her eyelids fluttered open and her eyes met his.
"Sen...pai?"
Oh god.
Even in this situation, Shirou couldn't help but notice how beautiful the girl he had considered a sister has turned out to be. He felt blood rush to his face... as well as to some lower parts of his body as his brain registered with clarity the feel of her body pressed up against his.
The curve of her hips.
The lushness of her breasts as they rubbed into his chest...
Sakura flinched underneath him as he felt it rise and slap against her. Her face turned red as she looked to the side, not meeting his gaze.
Shirou was a healthy young man.
It was only normal to have that kind of reaction when confronted with an undeniably beautiful girl right?
Shirou shook his head like a dog, trying to get that thought out of his head, making his headache worse.
"S—Sakura?!" He yelped as he hurriedly moved away from her, taking the covers with him and giving him a full view of her body. Sakura sat up and covered her modesty with her arms, still refusing to meet his gaze.
This couldn't get any worse, could it?
A knock on the door.
"Sakura? Have you seen Shirou?" Saber's voice called out from the other side.
The two naked teens exchanged panicked glanced before Sakura jumped out of the bed, gathering her clothing on the floor as Shirou hurried to do the same.
THUD.
"Is everything alright?"
"Y—Yes, Saber-san!" Sakura answered back, trying to untangle herself from Shirou, who had fallen with her in his haste . Limbs and pieces of clothing stuck out from the mass of linen as the two teenagers tried to disengage from each other, only making the matter worse in their haste.
THUD.
"Sakura?" Saber's voice called out again as yet another thud, came from inside the room, caused by both teens falling over once again.
"MMMPPPFFFF!" Sakura's muffled voice was heard, her mouth having been obstructed with a piece of clothing.
A determined expression crossed Saber's face as she grip the door handle. What is happening to Sakura?
The door opened, revealing Saber in full armor.
The sight of a naked Shirou and Sakura greeted her as she entered. Shirou had finally succeeded in untangling himself from the Matou and was picking off discarded panties from where it had somehow found its way onto his head. Sakura's blushing form was just below him, naked as the day she was born with only Shirou's shirt protecting her modesty.
Saber took a few seconds to take stock of the situation. The two teenager's blushing faces were all she needed to arrive at a conclusion.
"I apologize, master. I did not mean to interrupt. Please carry on."
And with that, she turned on her heel, the door sliding shut behind her with the finality of a gavel.
"W—Wait up, Saber! This is a misunderstanding!" Shirou screamed after her, hurriedly putting on his pants before bolting after her.
Sakura's fingers lightly gripped the edge of his pants, a soft, weak grip but it still made Shirou freeze. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she gazed up at him.
"Senpai... was last night a misunderstanding too?"
===Break===
A heavy atmosphere of awkwardness settled over the Emiya household during breakfast that day. Taiga's sleeping form greeted them as they walked into the kitchen, bottle of alcohol clenched in one hand and a chicken leg in the other. They woke her up and had her and Saber clean up the mess from last night while Shirou made breakfast.
"Ara? Has Shirou finally taken notice of Sakura-chan?" Taiga smirked as she shoved food into her mouth, noticing how the two teenagers were awkwardly acting around each other.
"Fuji-nee! Your snot is getting in the food!" Shirou pointed out, trying to steer the conversation away from that particular topic. Sakura hid her blushing face behind a bowl of rice, eating quicker than her normal pace.
Taiga sneezed and blew her nose to the side. This however, did not decrease the rate that food went into her mouth. The woman had apparently caught a cold from sleeping all night on the floor but had courageously set herself on the table, awaiting the battle called 'breakfast' just like any other day.
Taiga Fujimura is a woman of talent.
Taiga's face broke into a cat-like grin as she pointedly stared at the two, satisfaction evident on her face. She had been waiting a long time for this. Whatever happened last night, it seemed it finally was able to have Shirou look at Sakura as a woman, something that Taiga had been praying to happen for a long time now.
"Shirou? Have you decided on the date of your marriage?" Saber asked off-handedly.
Shirou choked on his food.
"W—What are you talking about?" He asked with wide eyed horror.
"With the War fully under way, I would advise to postpone such an event for a more appropriate time. The enemy might see this as an opening and attack when we are most vulnerable." She answered matter of factly. Taiga seemed confused at her words but the next few sentences spoken quickly made her forget about it.
"I—I'm not getting married!" Shirou cried out. A whimper drew his attention back to Sakura. Tears were starting to form at the corner of her eyes.
Saber raised an eyebrow.
"Is it not only proper to take a maiden's hand in marriage after taking her chastity? It would be dishonorable to not marry a woman after doing such a thing to her. Perhaps I have misjudged you, Shirou."
A shocked silence descended once more. Shirou's mouth was hanging open at the bluntness of the statement. Sakura seemed to shrink into herself as Taiga's wide eyes swiveled between her and Shirou. A random rooster could be heard in the distance.
"Shirou! What is the meaning of this!" Taiga roared, an image of a tiger all but visible behind her. "How dare you shut me out of my entertai— duty as your guardian?!"
"Fuji-nee..." Shirou groaned. "I swear, nothing happened! Saber just saw us and misunderstood the situation..."
Sakura burst into tears and fled the room.
"Shirou! How dare you make a girl cry like that?! I did not raise you to be that way!" Taiga rounded on Shirou's panicked form. "Go after her, you idiot!"
Shirou didn't need to be told twice.
===Break===
Sakura stopped and sat down at the porch, wiping tears from her eyes. A single sentence rang through her head as most of the effects of Felix Felicis wore off.
What have I done?
A mixture feelings welled up within the young Matou. Fear, anxiety, guilt, exhilaration, and triumph all surged within her in a chaotic mess. Fear that Shirou might push her away after what had happened. Anxiety of how it would affect their future. Guilt at forcing her senpai, the one she loved, into her plot. Exhilaration at the memory of having his naked body pressed against hers as she was barely able to hold herself back from doing him then and there...
"Sakura?" Shirou's hesitant voice called out to her as he approached her cautiously.
Sakura didn't answer, her emotional turmoil still leaving her speechless.
"Sakura, I'm sorry." He started out somewhat lamely.
Sakura looked up at him, her tearstained face glistening in the earl morning light. Shirou looked so helpless, like he just didn't know what to do.
Sakura decided to give him a small break.
"It's okay, senpai. We were both drunk and we don't remember what happened... If you want... we can just pretend this didn't happen at all senpai."
"Do I really look like such an irresponsible guy, Sakura? I can't pretend this just didn't happen when it certainly did. I know I can't apologize enough for what I might have done but I will take responsibility."
Guilt filled the Matou at hearing this but was crushed by an overwhelming surge of happiness. Tears came, unbidden, into her eyes.
"Eh?! Sakura? I—I'm sorry, I just..."
Sakura wiped her eyes and gave him a small smile. "I'm okay, senpai...I'm just... really happy."
===At about the same time somewhere else===
"So how's my favorite godson doing?" Sirius Black asked cheerfully as he sipped cocktail from a fancy glass. He was reclining on a beach chair, dressed in Hawaiian shirt and shorts. Women could be seen playing beach volleyball in the distance. There were no males in sight.
"I'm your only godson, Sirius." Harry pointed out, toast in his mouth and pen and paper on his desk. Sirius shook his head at him through the mirror.
"Harry, I'm glad you're keeping up with your responsibilities but you should come and enjoy yourself too once in a while. The Dark Lord has fallen and you, more than anyone, should be celebrating the most."
Harry sighed. "But I am having fun."
"You're having fun and you're not sharing?" Sirius said in mock hurt.
Harry sighed. "Sirius, you own a beach exclusively for women. Are you sure you're not having more fun than me?"
Sirius laughed. "Guess you're right. Gotta watch out for the whales though. They pop up every now and then. Though, I'm pretty sure you've seen you're fair share. They've been after you since word had it that you offed the immortal bastard."
"Urgh. Don't remind me. Sure made me regret becoming a hero in people's eyes. You were right. All that awaited me there was hard cash and cheap, ugly women."
"Hey now, that's not fair. You even had a horde of Veela after you. I'd kill to have that happen to me, you know."
"I highly doubt you'll survive if you try to satisfy that much Veela at once, Sirius."
Sirius shrugged. "The pleasure is worth the consequences."
Harry just shook his head.
A small smile touched Sirius' lips. "Say, when do you think you can come with me to Vegas again?"
Harry winced. "There's still stuff I have to take care of in this city. I don't think I can meet you again until this thing gets sorted out."
Sirius' face fell. "It's just not as fun without you around. They wouldn't even let me do bondage play if you're not there!"
"That's 'cause you keep teasing them for hours! You can't keep a woman waiting like that, Sirius."
"But their pleading faces are just so beautiful that I couldn't resist!"
"You sadist."
"Masochist actually."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Since when?"
"Well, it's quite the story. Remember that red head in Vegas?"
"Which one? The one with the eye patch and wooden leg, or the one with the chain tattoos?"
"The one with the eye patch. Anyways, I met her in a diner one day and we immediately hit it off. So we went to her apartment and guess what? She had whips, gags, chains, and all other 'tools' all lined up on her walls."
"Bloody hell…" Harry breathed out.
"So I tried escaping but her whip got me. Next thing I knew, I was bound up in hemp rope, and had all kind of weird stuff put on me…"
"Stop, stop!" Harry cried, shaking his head. "I get the idea."
"That's not the best part though." Sirius continued with a grin. "Turns out her 'tools' are all brand name, all made by your company, Harry."
Harry buried his face in his hands.
"Good news is, you definitely know what you're doing Harry. Those products are something else."
"I didn't want to hear that from you." Harry almost cried.
Sirius laughed at Harry's horrified expression and popped grapes into his mouth.
"Are you sure you can't put off whatever you're doing? Although I have what most men could only dream of, it still feels lonely without you around."
"Sorry Sirius."
"I thought I'd take you out to enjoy life after the war was over you know, try to get your mind out of all the horrors..."
Harry gave a small smile. "You did enough. Those few months we spent together just doing what we want was the most fun I've ever had in my life. Thank you, Sirius."
"What's with all this mushy stuff all of a sudden?"
"What's wrong with showing my appreciation every once in a while?"
"Damn you, Prongslet. Now you're making my eyes sweat!"
"Love you too, Padfoot."
"Are you sure you're okay though? Terrible things happened in that war and you were right in the middle of it. Makes me feel like a failure for not being able to comfort you for even a bit longer."
Harry snorted. "As if I need a dirty old man to comfort me."
Sirius gave Harry a scrutinizing look and sighed.
"Well, I should get going. Promised some ladies I'd show them the V.I.P. room. Bye, Harry. And remember, you can always call me if something happens."
Harry waved at him. "I'll keep that in mind."
Sirius gave him a wink before the mirror turned off.
Harry threw his toast into the trash before vomiting the rest of his breakfast into it. He scratched his chest where he was stabbed the day before. The skin was perfectly smooth, as if nothing happened to it at all. Regardless, he should probably get his body checked as he felt a change deep within. Right, probably should do that as soon as possible.
He looked back up at the mirrors in front of him, watching the different areas of Fuyuki before grabbing another piece of toast. He stopped when he noticed a certain snow-haired girl sitting in the park, staring up at the sky as if waiting for something.
Harry looked at the time.
8:30 am
Bloody hell, she's early. Hmm... I don't want to keep her waiting but I should probably get myself checked out first. If I take long, well, there's always the time turner.
===Break===
Harry let out a deep breath as he entered the room. The scent of cheap cigarette and coffee filled the air. A red haired woman with glasses was reading files on her desk, the usual cigarette on her lips. The stack of televisions along one wall broadcasted news from different stations. Bookshelves lined the walls and a sofa was set in the middle of the room.
"Good morning, Touko-san." Harry greeted as he entered.
"Harry-kun? Why the sudden visit?" She looked up at him over her glasses.
"Right, sorry about the intrusion but my body became a bit unstable..."
"What did you do this time?"
"Well..." Harry scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. "I did get stabbed in the heart yesterday."
Touko sighed. "Honestly... I know you're immortal but that doesn't mean you should be careless. If you keep using its power, it would only be a matter of time before it completely devours your soul."
"I try, Touko-san. It's just… it's hard reigning him in sometimes."
"It wouldn't be as hard if you were more careful."
"Being careful is hard!" Harry maintained his ground, mouth set in a stubborn pout.
"I swear, you traditionalists don't have an ounce of common sense."
"It's 'wizard', Touko-san."
"Whatever."
"You know, I've never met a wizard who use the term magus. Really confused me when a witch I met a few days ago did it."
"You guys really were quite stubborn about that." Touko stood and led him to her workshop. Puppets, parts, books and other miscellaneous items lined the walls, giving the place a creepy feel. An operating table lay in the middle. Harry took off his shirt and sat down, allowing Touko access to his torso. The hundreds of deep scars that covered it twitched slightly at Touko's touch. She examined each scar, tracing her fingers over them and watching how they glowed and assembled themselves into runes.
"This seal has weakened a bit." She frowned, adding prana at the array on his chest. It glowed a brief red, before fading back into yellow. She made him lie down and a thamaturgical circle glowed underneath him. Harry grit his teeth, preparing for the pain. The scalpel flashed, severing out the portion of skin and muscle containing the old scar. Darkness flowed from the incision site, coalescing like smoke before being purified by the circle.
Touko began chanting the incantation for an ancient curse as she brought the scalpel upon his flesh once again. The scalpel moved along his skin and into the tissue underneath, carving the corresponding rune that would house the curse.
Slowly...
Pain twice worse than the cruciatus curse wracked Harry's body as the curse made its way into him. Seconds seemed to stretch for eternity as Harry was consumed by pain.
Seconds became minutes.
Minutes stretched to what seemed like hours.
The pain from the small cut intensified as more and more power was gathered by the circle to power it. Harry didn't know when he started screaming but like always, it felt as if days had passed.
Finally, the small ritual was done. A fresh cursed scar was glowing on his chest, slowly dimming as it flowed across his skin to join the mass of cursed scars that gathered at the center of his chest. He instinctively clutched at it after the ritual ended, only to wince in pain as it throbbed.
Touko blew out cigarette smoke as she watched him gasp for air, remembering the first time they did this. He was unconscious for two weeks but he wanted to keep going, the fire in his eyes not dimming one bit. And so they continued, the news of deaths making Harry want to hurry the process. They eventually ended up using a time turner to gain back some time they had lost. By the end of it all, Harry could barely move without a heavy dose of painkillers and numbing potions.
"Not as painful as I remember it." Harry breathed out as he finally caught his breath.
"Hmmm… look at you trying to act tough. Who are you trying to impress?"
"Why, the beautiful lady standing in front of me of course."
"You already know I'll never sleep with you no matter what flattery you use right?"
Harry shrugged. "Was worth a try. How are Azaka-chan and the others by the way?"
"Same as always. They're all doing work right now. Want me to leave a message?"
"No, that's fine. We will meet if fate wishes it. There's no need to force things."
===Break===
Harry walked into the park, prototype of the magical stick in his pockets. Caster had made him take it into town in case he finds a suitable person to try it on. Harry eventually wanted to give it to Ilya but he was unsure if it will work properly so he wanted to test it out on someone else first.
"You're late, ojii-san." Ilyasviel's lips curled into a pout as she looked at him disapprovingly.
"No I'm not." Harry said, looking at his watch. 10:00am
"Well since I'm here anyways..."
"Ah, that's right!" Ilya excitedly rummaged into her bag and pulled out a shirt. "Since you bought me clothes yesterday, it's only proper that I repay the favor." She held up the shirt with a big smile. "Tada!"
Harry's face paled. He could already guess where this was going and he didn't like it one bit. She would definitely want him to wear it the whole day. He didn't want to hurt her feelings after she went to all the trouble of getting it for him but he just couldn't wear something like that.
Printed in bright big characters in front of the shirt were the words: LOLICON SAMURAI
"Er... Ilya-chan... it's not that I don't like it but..."
"You'll wear it for me, right ojii-san?" Ilya's puppy eyes were just foul play! She knew he couldn't say no to that!
Owned... and by a little girl, no less. Vanquisher of Voldemort? Master of Death? Ha... only if people knew...
===Break===
Harry could feel people's penetrating stares stabbing him as he walked the street with Ilya by his side. It was a wonder why no one has called the police yet. Certainly, a suspicious man wearing a shirt that proclaims him as a lolicon walking side by side with a cute girl that does not look like his relative was sure to raise questions right?
They watched another magical girl movie and went to a diner afterward, talking excitedly about it on the way.
"Welcome to—kyaa!" was Harry's only warning as a fist connected with his face. The force was enough to send him spinning to the ground.
"Inami-san!" A sharp voice called out. The waitress that welcomed them in muttered a hasty apology and ran to the back room.
The waiter that replaced her bowed to them, so low that he had to hold his glasses to the bridge of his nose to keep them from falling off. "We're sorry! She's just not good with men."
Harry rubbed his cheek. It felt like it was going to bruise but he paid it no mind. Bruises heal fast for him anyways.
"Ah, it's quite alright. Still, she's quite strong isn't she?"
The waiter apologized again and led them to a table for two, smiling more than necessary at Ilya, much to Harry's suspicion. He was sending strange looks at Harry too, which the man ignored. Water was brought in as they decided their order.
Ilya ordered cakes, parfait, and an assortment of other pastries, much more than what Harry thought she could handle. Harry ordered something more filling: meat.
The talk turned back to the movie they watched as they waited for their order.
"I just wished she kept her glasses on the whole time." Harry sighed in disappointment.
"She still looks even without them." Ilya pointed out.
"It's just not the same, Ilya-chan!" Harry said indignantly. "A glasses girl without her glasses is just like chocolate cake without chocolate. It's just plain cake! That's what a glasses girl without her glasses is! Just plain cake!"
"It is the same!" Ilya argued back. "Hey, stop that!" She shielded her eyes as Harry's eyes twinkled rapidly, a trick he learned from a certain, dead old man.
"Not until you see the light, Ilya-chan." Harry crossed his arms.
"No fair!" Ilya cried out and stabbed her fingers into his eyes, only to be blocked by his glasses.
"Here's your order." A female voice drew their attention to the waitress.
"Ah thank...you..." Harry's voice trailed off as looked at the waitress.
A katana. That's a katana at her waist right?!
Wait, don't they have laws against that kind of thing? What's she doing with a visible weapon in broad daylight?
"Are all diners in Japan like this?" Harry wondered as the waitress left.
"I don't know." Ilya answered truthfully as she dug into the parfait.
"Right, I forgot you're not from around here too."
A minute of silence passed as they both enjoyed their meal.
"If... your father leaves you to be with someone else... and dies afterward... don't you have the right to hate that person?" Ilya asked softly before her eyes widened in shock as she realize what she just said.
Harry raised an eyebrow and chewed thoughtfully before answering. "What brought this up, Ilya-chan?"
"I saw it on t.v. once." Ilya lied.
"Well... I'm sure it would feel terrible to have that happen but my parents both died when I was but a baby so I wouldn't know. I was raised by my relatives and man were they horrible. I almost ran away on more times than I can remember and I know they wouldn't be bothered about it if I did. Everyday just brought on more pain and suffering but thinking back on it, I found that I couldn't bring myself to hate them. They were the only family that I had left, until I found my godfather that is. No matter how badly they treated me, I was still provided for although there should be no reason for them to do so, and for that, I'm grateful. I am quite content with the way I turned out as a man and although I hate to admit it, it was due to them that I grew up into what I am. Even though, they barely fed me, never bought me belongings of my own, or treat me as part of the family, I can't deny the fact that they took care of me when I was just a baby right after my parents died. When they were murdered some time ago, I was actually surprised to find that I was shedding tears for them. It didn't matter that they were a useless waste of human flesh. They were family and family is the one thing that we should always treasure. Of course there are exceptions but... well, you get what I mean."
Ilya was quiet as she pondered this while she ate. Harry wiped the cream that got on the tip of her nose gently. Ilya, shocked at the gesture, just stared at him.
===Break===
"What school do you go to Ilya-chan?" Harry asked as they walked aimlessly.
"I've been home schooled since I was young." Ilya answered.
"Eh?!" Harry gaped in shock. "But why? You're missing out on so much fun!"
Ilya winced. "My grandfather said there was no need for me to go to school when I could be educated adequately at home."
"B—but..." Harry frowned for a second before his face lit up. "Ah, I know! Let's go to school! Come, Ilya-chan. I saw a school that way yesterday. You got a lot of catching up to do!" Harry smiled widely as he grabbed Ilya's hand and broke into a run, half-dragging the fairy-like midget with him.
They arrived at the gates fifteen minutes later, panting for air. The guard at the entrance strode up to them.
"Can I help you?"
"Ah, ha...ha... um... my name is Harry Potter and this is my niece, Ilyasviel. I'm planning to have her transfer to this school next year but I want to see how things work here first. We're quite new to this country so we don't know when to expect and I want her to get to know the place first. Can you please give us a tour?"
The guard looked at them skeptically. "Sorry, sir. But this is a high school. You'll have to go to visit the middle school for her."
Ilya bristled at the man's statement, an action not missed by Harry.
"There must be a misunderstanding. Ilya-chan is supposed to be in high school, sir. She was hailed as a genius back in Germany and skipped quite a few grades. I'm sure she will have no problem with the curriculum at all."
The guard still looked at them suspiciously, trying to find something as grounds to deny them access to the school. Fortunately, there was one in blaring, large letters.
He sighed. "Then I'm afraid I can't let you in on the grounds that I cannot let a pedophile enter the premises."
"I am not a pedophile!" Harry cried. It seemed he was saying that a lot lately...
"Oh? Your shirt says otherwise." The guard smirked.
"T—this is... Ilya-chan..." Harry, defeated, looked at the little girl to save him.
Ilya's smile didn't make him the least bit better.
"Ojiiiiii-saaan." Ilya groaned exasperatedly and said in a scolding tone, "I told you you shouldn't expose your fetishes in public."
"Hey! Where did you learn that word?!"
Ilya ignored the hurt look on his face and turned towards the guard.
"Please excuse my perverted ojii-san who can only get turned on by the body of a little girl, mister. I know he's pure trash that belongs in prison but he's the only family I have. Can you excuse him and let us inside... please?"
Harry gaped, torn between feeling insulted and feeling happy that she considers him family. The guard looked to be in the same situation also. He clearly looked like he wanted to do his job and keep them out but at the same time, no one can say no to the cute, pleading face of Ilyasviel.
She would make a very dangerous woman someday. Harry thought.
The guard looked like he was still struggling but a last push from Ilya, combined with mild hypnotism (unnoticed by Harry of course) finally made the guard grudgingly agree.
A prickling sensation caused Harry to stop abruptly.
A ward? Why would there be a ward in a muggle school?
Unfortunately, his musings were cut short as the snow haired girl dragged him excitedly after her.
They toured the school, the guard pointing out the different areas. They passed through the tracks, kendo club dojo, archery club practice area, and a bunch of other places. Ilya looked on in wonder as the students lined up for PE, Harry with mild interest as humble breasts bounced as the students stretched and ran.
"Can we go inside a class, please?" Ilya asked the guard with a charming smile. The guard hesitated for only a second before he relented.
"Yes?" A dark haired woman answered the guard's knock. She looked at the foreigners in curiosity as the guard explained the situation. A thoughtful look crossed her face for a moment before she let them in. She introduced them to the class and asked them a few questions. A certain red haired boy sitting by the window paled noticeably at the sight of them and was gaping like a fish out of water. Ilya smiled at him charmingly before regarding the class as a whole.
"Could you tell us about your country, Potter-san?"
"Hmmm... where to start... well, I'd say the women there are quite scary but I guess the same applies everywhere else right?"
The class laughed and the mood lightened even more as Harry spun ridiculous tales and even acted out scenes of his interactions with the general populace. It looked more like a stand up comedy show than anything else.
After that, the teacher continued on with the lecture making the students read excerpts from their textbooks. The regular English teacher was apparently sick so she was called in as a substitute but Harry thought she was also good enough to be teaching regularly. She even made him read out for the class. The students watched with awe as he spoke in perfect English with the accent of an Englishman. Ilya's angelic voice brought about delighted smiles as well.
Harry noticed the red haired student staring at her the entire time and glared right back at him, causing him to flinch and look away. He remembered the red haired teen as the master of Saber and briefly wondered how he knew Ilya. Were they acquainted somehow? Harry put it out of his mind. If the red head even as much as lift a finger against Ilya, Harry would annihilate him.
The class ended with the teacher telling them to come visit again some time as the students have no doubt enjoyed their presence. The guard escorted them out and into the different after school clubs, stopping at the archery club as the guard ogled the beautiful young women that practiced there.
To Harry, this is more than the chance to gaze at high school girls.
This was also the perfect place for the experiment.
With fast hands, he pulled the magical stick out of his magically expanded pocket and dropped it into the bin of chest plates, a place where someone would surely find it.
Deed done, he rejoined the guard and the snow-haired girl to resume the tour.
===Break===
Shinji Matou gloated at the first years as they failed spectacularly. The arrows missed the targets completely, humiliating the first years in front of the assembled girls.
Ah, that felt good.
He was walking to get his bow when he noticed a bright, pink stick poking out of a bin.
What kind of idiot would leave a toy in a place like that?
An unknown desire to grab it surged through him, compelling him to pull it out of there. He tried to resist it but before he knew it, the stick was already in his hands.
The members of the Archery club were looking at him in curiosity, wondering why he was holding such a thing.
That was when all hell broke loose.
Bright iridescent light exploded out of the wand, enveloping him in a blinding flash of light. It covered his entire body, ripping his clothes into nonexistence as new outfit was force upon him.
The light vanished and the crowd blinked the glare from their eyes.
Standing before them, in a frilly white and pink dress, was Shinji Matou.
Pink ribbons adorned his hair and decorated his chest, arms, and shoes. Frills covered the entire ensemble, giving him the look of a plucked chicken. White stockings covered his legs, transparent enough to show hairy legs underneath.
Dread filled him as he turned to look in the mirror hanging off the wall.
"W—Why am I a magical girl?" were the first words that fell out of his mouth as the compulsion on the wand took hold.
"Eeew! That's disgusting!" A voice shouted out.
"Is that some sort of fetish? What a pervert!"
"Now it makes sense why he was walking around like the biggest dick in the entire school. It's to cover up how much of a girl he is!"
"We're breaking up, Shinji-kun."
"That has got to be the most disgusting thing..."
Shinji turned red with anger.
Someone would have to pay.
How dare they mock him?!
"RIDER!"
The unspoken command was understood.
The bounded field sprang to life.
Blood Fort Andromeda was activated.
===Break===
They sky turned red.
Harry shivered as the bounded field activated. Students fell unconscious as its effect took hold. Ilya, surprisingly, did not.
"Ilya-chan... this looks bad... we should call the police. It looks like someone poisoned the entire school..." He had to get her out of here.
Ilya wordlessly nodded and followed him. She clung to his arm, her face pale. They reached the edge of the barrier but it prevented their exit. Ilya was getting paler by the second and he knew if he didn't do something, she'll end up like the others as well.
I have to do something... the longer that thing is active, the worse off the students will be. But can I do it with Ilya-chan here? I'm sure I can modify her memories afterward but...
A scream of terror in the direction of the school made up his mind. He held his palm out to the bounded field, closing his eyes as he did so. An ear piercing shriek filled the air as the bounded field shivered, its surface flowing like water. Runes formed in its surface, changing its properties. Then with a sound like a great torrent of water, the bounded field flowed like a river into Harry's palm.
Harry grit his teeth as the impact of the foreign magic caused him to stagger. His breath came out in short gasps. The thing inside him trashed wildly, attempting to break through and aid him.
NO! S—STOP! I can handle this...
He could feel the thing literally grumbling but he forced his will upon it until it finally quieted. The strain put on his body made several of the cursed scars go out of control, leaking corrupted magics out of his body. He forced them back in, taking out his wand at the same time and using it to force the liquefied bounded field inside him. It took quite a bit of effort but it was finally done with a squelch not unlike that of a drain's plug.
I'm getting too old for this... and I'm barely in my late twenties!
"Ojii-san... is a wizard?"
Oh crap... there was that too...
The rustling of robes cut off whatever explanation he was about to give the snow-haired girl as a heavy slap and a shout of fury knocked him to the ground.
"Owww..."
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF HADES POSSESSED YOU TO ABSORB A BOUNDED FIELD LIKE THAT?! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!"
Harry made unintelligible sounds. Caster's face was a mask of fury. She seen many incredibly stupid things in her life but this was on a whole 'nother level. It wasn't even supposed to be possible to absorb a bounded field in the first place! The logical action would be to break it so why had this fool absorbed it like a moron?
Ilya looked torn between running away watching with fascination. On one hand, the woman that appeared out of thin air could be a Servant but she didn't have the presence of one. Ilyasviel had heard of people who called themselves wizard but had never actually met one. Harry just used a wand, making it clear to her that he was one of those people. It sparked her curiosity like no other.
Her musings were cut short as Harry desperately tried to find a distraction to divert the blue-haired woman's anger. His eyes widened comically as he pointed in the distance.
§HOLY SHIT, IT'S A FLYING DOMINATRIX!§
===Break===
A/N:
As promised, there were technically no magical girls in this chapter.
I don't feel good about this chapter. It feels like there's too many things that are missing but I can't figure out what. I, myself, feel a lot of parts are forced and flows are awkward.
Due to some constructive feedback, I've decided to rewrite parts of this chapter as many people seem to be disappointed. Taking it down tomorrow. Don't know when I'll post it back up.
As always, Thank You for reading.
This chapter was supposed to be up by Christmas and I'm sorry it did not show up, but hey, neither did Santa.