"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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Possible future crossovers.
Flashing green lights every where. Screams and shouting. Suddenly a flash of fire consuming all.
Waking up in a sweat Ranma Saotome the last of the Saotome clan, adopted daughter of Cologne and the chinese amazons awoke from the same nightmare once again.
'Why can't I remember their faces. I've fought a god and faced countless challenges.' Looking out the window of the 747 she was traveling in with a shine in her eyes. 'I should have died with them. Nerima was destroyed and I should have gone to the hereafter with them.'
"Are you alright miss."
The flight attendent. Not a concern for the martial artist. 'No not martial artist. Warior.'
"I am fine. Not used to flying."
"Is this your first time in London?" Why wouldn't she leave her alone.
"Yes." Finally the stewardess had gotten the hint and left. Pulling out a heart shaped locket she looked once again at the images contained within. The one on the left was of a male Ranma and a beautiful girl with short black hair and a cute smile.
The left however held not a good memory but an image of a hunted man. Sasuke the ninja of the kuno family had gotten a picture of one of the attackers at the 'Slaughter of Nerima'. Her memories were still vague after being killed and reborn like the phoenix. Of al the powers rebirth was not one she desired. To live on after your family was slaughtered is a burden she still did not want.
Now trapped in a female body and unable to die a ten year quest of discovery might bring her into reach of her killer. He will pay for taking her life and all the lives of her family away from her. The man in the picture will die slowly over the course of years to restore the peace to the spirits of her loved ones. After her task in Britain was complete she would be free for nine years to find him. Closing the locket she said a short prayer for the dead and prepared for the landing Heathrow airport.
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Michael was exhausted by the time Dumbledore left the alley. Using an untried technique against an obviously intelligent man was tiring in the extreme. Clouding a man's mind is an easy thing when they have no training in mind arts.
Apparently, the headmaster is highly accomplished in the area and the amount of raw power required to influence him was incredibly draining. Focusing on the frustration the headmaster was feeling at the time he fed that frustration by making the man believe all of the spell he'd cast failed to function properly. The fact that Harry had slipped into a store was simply fortuitous.
By the time the Headmaster had given up Michael wouldn't have been able to cast a lumos if he'd wanted to. While a successfull test of a new technique and the exercise of power would work his magic muscle well for the next week. He wouldn't want to try that again.
(AN: For those of you familiar with naruto this was a genjutsu type technique.)
"Are you alright Michael?"
"What?" harry was back. "Yeah I'll be good. Forgot to eat a good breakfast this morning." And he had only had some toast so he was telling the truth.
"Well why don't we go get some ice cream then"
Apparently he looked worse than he felt.
"Why not. I'll buy." He was feeling his magic returning already.
Laughing they headed to the shop.
"I don't know if you'll have to. The last time I was here he just kept bringing me ice-cream on the house." Harry explained.
"Well that just won't do. No member of my family free loads. Unless they have a rich relative to mooch off of. Which you happen to have. No sense eating into someone elses profit if you don't have to." Was Michael's mock stern voice.
Laughing together they spent a good hour enjoying the different flavors in the ice-cream parlor. After leaving a large tip on the table they walked outside pleasantly stuffed.
"What do you need to pick up while we're here Michael?"
"Well, let's get the rest of your stuff and then we can pick up my orders."
Going around to the various shops Michael made certain that Harry got only the best money could buy in each.
At Flourish and Blotts, however, things became a little tense when Michael made a copy of Harry's booklist for Neville with a flourish of his wand. The fact that he'd done magic outside of school had Neville's grandmother ranting about children becoming outlaws in the recent years.
This upset Michael rather soundly and he turned to address the elderly woman.
"I do not know you madame. I know not know your relationship to the boy either. What I do know is that you have no right to judge my actions criminal or not. To berate a boy for something easily misplaced or forgotten is foolish. If you had taken the time to ask one of the numerous student in the area for a moment to copy their list you could have spoken to the boy in private. You made a private discussion into a public embarrassment." Looking at the woman in disgust he stormed out of the shop.
Looking at the boy that had so easily dressed down his grandmother leave he turned to Harry asking aloud who that was.
"That was my cousin." Lugging his cauldron of books up onto the sales counter to pay for his purchases he laid a purse of gold on the counter and apologized for the disturbance in the store. As he left the store Neville's gran came back to her senses.
"Well I never."
"Madame, you might not be welcome here anymore should you speak ill of that young man."
"Why would that be the case Mr. Blott the Longbottoms have been loyal customers over the years." Her attitude seemed to grate on Neville as he listened.
"Because the Lord Gryffindor, the young man in question, has a standing order for any and all new books to be charged to his account and sent to him.
He has stocked and entire library from our stock and His family literally gave us the capital to begin this store. As high as your standing is with us ma'am we would likely side with the polite, young man over your family in a dispute."
"Please come in at a later date madame. You have disrupted our business, and we must request that you leave for the day." Opening the door for the stern woman all eyes focused on her actions.
Looking stricken for a moment Madame Longbottom gathered her dignity and strode gracefully out of the store with a contemplative young man following her out. Leaving the alleyway to go home for the day, Neville could only consider what it would be like to have the confidence to speak his mind like Harry's cousin had.
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At the Leaky Cauldron
Harry was worried about his cousin. Over the few days he'd spent with Michael he'd seemed so full of life. Now though he seemed tired and irritable. The scene in the book store only heightened Harry's concern.
Knocking on the door to Michael's room he could hear loud snores on the otherside. with the sun high in the sky Harry couldn't figure out what caused the sudden slumber. Putting the situation into a file marked unexplainable he went to his own room and pulled his purchases out to organize his new three compartment chest. The things his cousin purchased for him were expensive and overcompensating for something. Harry wasn't about to deny his family apparent pleasure in buying him stuff. As long as it wasn't to extravagent.
Apparently, being richer than Malfoy caused spending eccentricities. Considering how much all that gel must cost to weigh down the blonde airheads. keeping them on the ground must keep them from being to eccentric.
"Maybe Hermione and the Weasley's will be in the Alley tommorow. What do you think Hedgwig?"
Hooting indignantly at Harry, his recently ignored familiar and friend turned away and faced the blank wall.
"I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you Hedgwig, but I've been getting to know my new relative. I'll see you at school all year, but won't have the chance to see him until next summer."
Hooting in annoyance but also understanding the snowy owl flew to his shoulder and nipped his ear affectionatly. Spending a few moments preening his hair and then took off to nap on her perch once more.
Smiling he made his way down the stairs to get some food. For some reason he was eating more and more lately. With his increased appetite you'd think he was turning into Ronald Weasley. Laughing at the thought of having red hair he hoped to find his friends the next day. Scratching at his scar he didn't notice that it was slowly fading away.
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Some where in Romania the spirit of Voldemort was billowing in rage. Somehow his conection to the Potter brat had been severed. The power he was using to remain sentient was severely limited now. He could not chance possessing another human as he had Quirrel unless they bore his mark from the first war. Inhabiting animals was a indignity he would face to become whole once more in the future. Once he was corporeal again the world would face his wrath.
Typical darklord drivel, but the union was good. Something was definitley off with the Dark Lord at this point.
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Talla Porter was a proud transport specialist. She could make portkeys, floo connections, apparation areas, and wards to all of the above. And while she was training to build gateways her real gift was an inate ability to work with magical crystals. She was brought onto a very special team based out of Japan to work on a unique transport medium. A cross dimensional jumper. It would move into another dimension and travel nearly instantaneously like a portkey, but with none of the disorientation. That was the overview given to her team and schematics were provided.
One of the few overlooked facts involve was the fact that bonds would be severed. If one of the bonded was to leave the native dimension the bond would be severed. It would be as if one had been dead for a short time, and death is sometimes the only way to sever some bonds. This was of course part of the information that was sent to client to ensure nothing untoward happened. This was no longer her concern though. She was on her way to the United States to apprentice under a Gateway builder. The pay for the special project was more than enough to pay for a year in the US.
She would be the first european Gateway specialist. Giggling in happiness she sat back to enjoy her muggle plane ride. The amenities were simply wonderful and more leisurly than a portkey.
TBC
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