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Warnings: Mild to moderate violence, character death, alternate universe (i.e. kiss canon goodbye), angst, drama, and who knows what else.
AN: This story is self-beta'd; so there may be occasional grammatical or spelling errors that crop up every now and then and for those I apologize in advance.
Chapter Twenty-One: Nen x vs. x Magic
Harry was attempting to get used to the new ankle weights he was wearing when Flop honked out a warning as the park their small group had claimed for a training ground was invaded by two individuals. The first person was familiar to the entire group; a short, stocky kid with close cut brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and light brown eyes wearing a traditional martial arts gi over a dark gray turtle neck and blue shoes. The four of them had seen the kid rising up through the floors in leaps as bounds as he took the fast track fight schedule that allowed fighters to skip floors depending on the level of skill they displayed during each match while each loss would see them dropping back down several floors.
With him was a rather sloppily dressed man that looked like your typical nerd or geek with his messy hair, large glasses, and scrawny appearance. The moment Harry saw the man, he stiffened as he saw through the man's rather unassuming appearance and immediately recognized him as the potentially powerful threat that he represented. Placing himself firmly between the man and the two twelve year olds, Harry dropped his right hand to the hilt of his practice sword and unconsciously fell into a defensive stance.
"I apologize for interrupting your training," the man declared as he bowed towards the group. "My student wished to meet the other children that are taking the Heaven's Arena Challenge in the hopes of making new friends that were near his age but the only time we've ever seen you in the tower was when you were fighting and we did not wish to disrupt your schedule. When you didn't make an appearance for any matches this morning, I assumed that you were taking a break to recover from the rather impressive run of fights you fought over the past seven days and I figured that this would be the best opportunity to seek you out."
"Hi, I'm Zushi; I'm ten years old," the boy stated as he jumped in front of his teacher to grin up at Harry as he thrust out his hand. "I was so excited to learn that I wasn't the only kid here."
"Nice to meet you, runt, but the brats you are looking to meet are standing behind me; I'm just the all important provider of fresh donuts," Harry replied dryly as he dropped his hand away from the hilt of his sword and stepped to one side as he jerked his thumb towards Gon and Killua; the wizard had sensed the kid was not a threat even if his teacher was.
"The donuts are very important," Killua solemnly agreed.
"They're tasty too," Gon added with a laugh.
"I don't understand… aren't you the same age as them?" Zushi inquired as his brow crinkled in confusion while his gaze bounced back and forth between Harry and the other two boys.
Harry snorted in exasperation as he crossed his arms and muttered, "No, I'll be eighteen in a few months."
"Really…? But you're so short…"
"Zushi! Don't be rude," the man chided as he stepped up and lightly whacked Zushi on the back of his head. "Allow me to apologize on behalf of my student; he is young yet and has not learned to filter his thoughts before he speaks them out loud. By the way, my name is Wing; might I know your name?"
"It's James," Harry replied as he accepted the hand the man held out to him and boldly met the man's gaze. "The two donut fiends behind me are Gon and Killua and the gentleman standing behind you is my trainer, Bodoro."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet all four of you."
"I'd say it was my pleasure as well but I dislike it when someone lies to me and attempts to manipulate me for their own purposes," Harry replied tightly as he tightened his hold on Wing's hand and scowled at the man. "You could have easily approached us at any point between fights if all you wanted was to introduce yourself. There's also the fact that you would have had to have been following us or had someone else follow us in order to know that we used this park for our training; otherwise it would have taken you far longer to track us down."
"I was warned about your extraordinary perceptiveness and dislike for tricks but I thought Chairman Netero and the others were pulling my leg, Mr. Evans," Wing admitted with a self depreciating smile. "Though, in my defense, I did not lie to you about wanting to meet you and your companions; that just wasn't my only reason for approaching you."
"You are a Hunter," Killua stated in surprise.
"Correct. Normally, I would not introduce myself as such," Wing replied as he retracted his hand from Harry's now slack grip. "However, because Mr. Evans was with your group, I was advised to be up front about my reasons for seeking the three of you out. I disregarded the stories I had heard though and allowed my judgment to be clouded by Mr. Evans's short stature which resulted in me seeing him as yet another child instead of the young adult he is. My apologies, Mr. Evans; I did not mean to mislead you or make you think I meant you or your two charges harm. I am here to administer the hidden Hunter's Exam for James Evans and Gon Freecss."
"What about Bodoro?" Harry asked as he frowned and glanced towards the older man.
"He's already passed the hidden exam," Wing revealed as he pushed his glasses back up into place.
"And the others, have they passed too?" Gon inquired eagerly.
"Illumi and Hisoka have both passed; as they, like Bodoro, were already skilled in the use of the ability for which we are testing. The rest of those who passed the Exam are being met by the Hunter that will be testing and, if necessary, training them."
"What are you testing them for?" Killua half demanded out of curiosity.
"Their ability to harness their aura in order to use Nen," Wing answered as he briefly glanced at the pale twelve year old before returning his attention to Harry. "All Hunters are required to be able to use Nen in order to protect themselves and to capture the criminals and wild beasts that we hunt."
"What exactly is an aura?" Gon queried as he moved up to stand directly beside Harry.
"Aura is the life energy that flows through all living things; including plants and animals. We refer to the aura and a person's ability to use or manipulate their aura as Nen. The four major principles of Nen are Ten, Zetsu, Ren, and Hatsu. Ten is used to defend oneself against the aura attacks of another Nen user but it is useless against physical attacks. Zetsu refers to one's ability to suppress their aura completely in order to hide their presence from another and also leaves one completely defenseless against even the weakest aura attack."
"Ren allows you to use your aura to attack another or enhance your body to make you stronger or faster. And finally, Hatsu is the ability to use your aura to carry out your will; though how you use your aura greatly depends upon the type of Nen you have. There are six different types of Nen users and they are; Enhancer, Transmuter, Conjurer, Emitter, Manipulator, and Specialist. And while it is possible to develop abilities outside of your basic type, those abilities will always be weaker and focusing on those types of attacks will limit one's ability to reach their full potential."
Harry frowned and took several steps backwards as a knot of worry settled in his stomach as he immediately realized that the ability the man was speaking about wasn't all that different than what he could do with his magic. He was also confused because he distinctly recalled Chairman Netero stating that he was the only wizard currently in possession of a Hunter's License and yet the man standing in front of him was claiming that all Hunters could use an ability that sound suspiciously like magic. Shaking his head, Harry backed up several more steps and turned his body sideways as he rose up onto the balls of his feet as his instincts screamed at him to run.
The only reason he was still standing there was because of the need he felt to protect both Gon and Killua. There was also part of him that knew that if Wing was a wizard, then Harry would need to lead him away from the two twelve year olds because they would never stand a chance against magic user that was determined to do them harm. After a slight hesitation, Harry withdrew his wand from his left bracer and mentally prepared himself to shield the two younger boys; his eyes glittering with specks of gold as his magic surged up to flood his veins with power.
Wing continued to explain the dangers inherent in using Nen while Harry was silently working himself into a panic. The man cut off mid-lecture the moment Harry's magic rose in response to his agitated state and jerked his head to look at the wizard in surprise as he mumbled to himself, "So, Mizuken was correct in that as well; someone has partially trained you to use Nen. Whoever it was that introduced you to the principles of Nen failed to fully open your aura nodes though; unless you've been attempting to open them on your own through meditation."
"I will give you one chance to tell me who you really are and what it is you really want before I turn your insides into your outsides and scatter your bones across the back alleys of the city for the local stray dog population," Harry growled as he tightened his hold on his wand and switched mental gears as he focused on casting a Stunning Spell instead of a Shield Spell.
"One moment," Wing replied as he began patting himself down as if he was looking for something. "Now, where did I put it…?" Zushi let out an explosive sigh at this point before he pulled a letter out of his pocket and cleared his throat to get his teacher's attention. "Oh, there it is; I forgot I'd asked you to hold onto that for me. Thank you, Zushi." Wing then returned his attention to Harry as he added, "Zushi is holding a letter to you from Chairman Netero that will confirm that everything I have told you up to this point is the truth."
"Don't move from that spot," Harry ordered when Zushi made to approach him with the letter. "Now, hold the letter up in the air above your head and hold perfectly still."
Harry then let out a long, low whistle that rose in both pitch and volume, switched his wand to his left hand, and raised his right arm up into the air before he snapped it straight out to point as Zushi who began shaking like a leaf after Harry pointed at him as he held the letter up as requested. Flop launched himself from his perch in response to the silent order and snatched the letter from Zushi's hand as he flew right over top of the boy (smacking him on the head with his wings on the down stroke he was so close); making the ten year old cry out and drop to the ground in shock. The eagle let out a screeching honk that sounded suspiciously like laughter as he glided down to land on Harry's outstretched arm with the letter clasped tightly in one foot.
"Cheeky little menace," Harry chided in a tone that was filled with an equal mixture of amusement, exasperation, and fondness as he took the letter from the eagle; noting that it was addressed to him in familiar handwriting. "I told you to fetch the letter; not take thirty years off the kid's life by scaring the piss out of him. I suppose I should just be thankful that you didn't prank him on top of scaring him. Here, take your treat and get back to your post, Flop."
As the eagle took flight again, a Hawker's Treat clamped firmly in his beak, Harry switched his wand back into his right hand and leveled it on Wing once more as he used his teeth to rip open the corner of the envelope and retrieve the letter inside. A sharp flick of his wrist unfolded the letter and Harry turned so that he could keep one eye on Wing and Zushi while he read through the short letter.
James,
If you are reading this letter, then Wing did not take my advice to approach you openly
and you have undoubtedly just threatened him with something that would have sounded
creatively painful. Please do not irreversibly harm Wing; he is one of my more trustworthy
Hunters.
That said; you can trust him not to lie to you even if he does tend to test people by giving
them only a partial truth. He will also not harm you or any of your companions; you have
my word. He is there to teach you how to use Nen to protect yourself from other Nen users
as well as how to fight using Nen.
If his explanation on Nen sounds suspiciously like another method of harnessing your life
force that you have already learned; that is because the concept is the same in principle.
The difference is that anyone can be trained to use Nen while not everyone can be trained to
use their aura like you, your parents, and your friends have learned to use it.
Should you wish for more information on the differences between the two methods, I would
be more than happy to answer your questions and give you the same explanation that
Gregory gave me when I asked him about the similarities. That is a conversation that would
be best held face to face or through a more secure method of communication than through
letters or over the phone, though.
Now, please apologize to Wing for threatening him and inform him that I expect him to pay
up the next time I see him.
Chairman Isaac Netero
Harry pursed his lips for a moment before he let his shoulders sag and slipped his wand back into his bracer. He then refolded the letter, stuffed it back into the envelope, and tucked it into his mokeskin pouch before he glanced up to lightly scowl at Wing for a moment. Letting out a sigh that was half frustration and half relief, Harry slowly retraced the steps he'd taken when he'd distanced himself from the others (his magic slowly withdrawing back into his core with each step he took) before he addressed the slightly nervous man.
"I owe you an apology for threatening you, sir," Harry quietly stated once he was standing beside Gon once more. "I was also told to tell you that Chairman Netero is expecting you to pay up the next time you see him."
"I should have known better than to bet against the old brick wall," Wing muttered under his breath before he smiled at Harry and continued in a louder voice, "You don't need to apologize; I shouldn't have tried to gain your trust with a half truth. Bodoro, how quickly do you plan to push the boys up to the two hundredth floor?"
"I had planned to have them take things easy for the next week in order to allow them to rest after their rapid climb over the past seven days and then the rest would be up to them. If they continued at their former pace, they could easily reach the two hundredth floor before the end of the month; after all, they'd only need to move up three or four floors per day to clear all one hundred floors by the end of the month."
"I see," Wing murmured with a slight frown. "I had hoped that I would have more time to guide them through the process of opening their aura nodes with meditation but there is no telling how long it will take each of them to succeed and they will need every minute of Nen training they can squeeze in before they actually reach the two hundredth floor. The four of you had better come with us to my home so that I can give them a more in depth explanation before I awaken the three boys."
Half an hour later, Harry was standing between Gon and Killua in front of a whiteboard listening to Wing giving a far more in depth lecture on the two versions of Nen using hand drawn diagrams (the first type being more along the lines of meditation and strengthening one's mind and willpower and the second involving the manipulation of one's aura). The man then gave a brief demonstration that ended up with Gon paralyzed in fear beside Harry and Killua tucked up in the corner of the ceiling trembling in fear. Harry had felt the air grow heavy and cold; the feeling had sharply reminded him of the dementors and he'd drawn on his magic in preparation of casting a wandless patronus charm (even though he hadn't completely mastered that spell wandlessly) only for the feeling to vanish a heartbeat later.
The next demonstration Wing had given was to pepper the wall with a handful of confetti that he'd turned into deadly projectiles using his Hatsu. He'd then gone on to explain that every person had a small amount of life energy but that most people discharged that energy over their lifetime. After that, Wing explained the dangers of facing a Nen user when you didn't know how to defend yourself against their Nen based attacks and how Ren could be used to kill or maim those that had no protection against it. His third demonstration involved focusing an attack on the wall that created a huge crater in the wall with nothing more than a burst of Ren while stating that that same force could crush a human.
Wing then went into the details of the two methods used to awaken an individual's ability to use Nen. The man's dire proclamations about what could happen to a person if they were forcefully awakened by someone with ill intent had both Gon and Killua nervous but Harry wasn't quite paying full attention to the man; the wizard's focus almost entirely on the damaged wall behind Wing. When Wing revealed that he was going to force their aura nodes open, Gon and Killua were a little hesitant but willing to go through with the process while Harry simply shrugged his shoulders to indicate he didn't care (the wizard still not really paying close attention).
Wing had then directed Gon and Killua to remove their outer shirts and turn their backs to him as he prepared to shock their bodies into opening their aura nodes.
While the three of them were doing that (with Zushi and Bodoro watching the process from the couch), Harry stepped up to the wall and set his hand on the damaged portion. His head tilted to one side in contemplation as he sought to 'feel' the traces of aura that remained behind by focusing on pouring raw magic into the wall through the contact with his hand. When his magic came into contact with Wing's aura, his magic would bounce back at him with the information that the aura was weak and barely there in comparison to his own magic (the process similar to sonar or echolocation but at the same time completely different).
Harry scowled as he tried to equate the weak 'magic' he sensed clinging to the wall with the powerful aura he'd felt the man exude earlier and the sheer power he'd sensed from the man the moment he'd seen him. He also couldn't figure out how something so weak magically could have damaged the wall to the extent that it had and the inconsistency was starting to frustrate him. Completely forgetting that he wasn't alone, Harry closed his eyes as he focused on those thin 'threads' of Wing's aura in order to pull them to him so he could study them better only for them to burn away the moment they came into direct contact with his magic.
He was still pondering the oddities when he absently used a silent and wandless Reparo to fix the wall in a last ditch effort to capture a single thread of Wing's so called Nen.
Several gasps rang out as the crater in the wall was repaired in a rippling wave that started beneath Harry's hand with the broken pieces from the floor rolling up the wall and back into their proper places; the sudden sounds reminding Harry that he had an audience. Harry opened his eyes and stared at the pristine wall in horror as he realized that he'd just used magic in front of five muggles (though he was no longer certain they could be classified as strictly muggles given the fact that they could use their life force in nearly the same way Harry used his magic). Swallowing thickly, Harry let his hand drop away from the wall as he slowly turned around to face the others who were all flicking their gazes between the newly repaired wall and the now pale wizard.
"What did you…? How did you…?" Wing attempted to ask as he practically tripped over his words. "I've never before seen Nen used in quite that way; how is it possible for you to use Hatsu without your nodes being fully opened?"
"It's an old family trick that I learned a while ago," Harry temporized as he wiped all emotion from his face. "Please don't ask me anything more because I am not allowed to speak of my family techniques to outsiders. Technically, I'm not supposed to use them in front of outsiders either but I have a tendency to forget that little detail until after I've already performed one of the techniques. I'm still not used to following the traditions of a family that I didn't know existed for the majority of my life."
"My apologies, Mr. Evans; I did not mean to make you uncomfortable with my questions. I will do my best to curb my curiosity over your family secrets in the future."
"It's alright; you didn't know. And you don't have to keep calling me Mr. Evans; you can just call me James."
Wing inclined his head in response to Harry's rejoinder before he clapped his hands together and proceeded to make a huge miscalculation as he prepared to do that which he'd been expressly told not to do. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about the warning that Chairman Netero had given him long before he'd witnessed Harry's stunt with the wall and so he was unaware of his impending mistake as he stated, "Okay, I guess that means that it is time to finish what I started. Go ahead and take off your pack and jacket before you turn your back to me, James; so that I can fully open your aura nodes."
Harry blinked in confusion, only now realizing just how much he'd missed when he'd zoned out earlier. He quickly shoved that puzzlement aside so as not to reveal just how little attention he'd been paying to the lecture as he removed the requested items and set them off to one side. He then positioned himself in front of Wing before turning around so he was facing the newly repaired wall as he wondered exactly what was supposed to be happening. A brief glance over his shoulder at Killua and Gon showed them to be meditating in a relaxed standing stance that gave him absolutely no clue as to what he could expect.
He sensed more than felt the man reach out with one hand to almost touch his back and he tensed up slightly; still more than a little uncomfortable with people he didn't know very well touching him. He took a couple of deep breaths in order to calm his nerves as he once again felt the heavy aura of ice building up behind him. Seconds later, he felt an incredible rush of biting ice wash over and through him and he threw himself forward and away from the frozen touch as he let out a sharp cry of shock. At the same time, his magic rushed up from the depths of his core in a mighty wave of molten heat to wash away the chill that had taken hold of him.
After the icy feeling vanished, instead of stopping just beneath his skin like it normally did (bar the times he was casting spells with or without his wand or leaking magic while emotional), his magic, raw and unfiltered, flowed out of his body and wrapped around him in a visibly volatile aura of gold fire that continued to rapidly expand. Harry could literally feel his magic rushing out and away from him as he stared wild-eyed at the un-burning yet searing wildfire that his magic had become and he began to hyperventilate when he realized the flow of magic was not slowing down or stopping.
"Concentrate, James; you need to stop panicking and focus on bringing the flow of your aura under control," Wing urgently ordered from just a few feet behind him.
Harry glanced back over his shoulder, revealing completely gold eyes that shimmered and glowed with pure power (the whites of his eyes, his pupils, and his irises filled with a flood of magic). The wizard's brow furrowed in confusion when the man flinched back away from him but he soon ignored the man's reaction in favor of following the spoken command he'd been given. He then closed his eyes, forcefully brought his breathing back under his control, and sat down on the floor with his legs crossed as he slipped into the familiar embrace of a meditative trance.
Calmness washed through him as he concentrated on the all encompassing feeling of peace he always felt whenever he was flying on his broom. The moment the rushing flow of magic leaving his body slowed to a steady stream (as opposed to the uncontrolled flood it had been), Harry unexpectedly came face to face with the two animals that represented his inner nature. Excitement filled the wizard the moment he discovered that both of the animals were birds. Somehow, it didn't really surprise him to learn that the animal that best represented his inner child was a tiny green, black, and gold hummingbird with a long black beak and tiny emerald eyes; small, quick, shy, and easily frightened (just like Harry had been as a child).
He was more than a little surprised to find that the animal that represented his soul was a far larger bird that looked something like a hawk or maybe an eagle with mostly white plumage speckled with pale brown spots and black bars on the underside, solid black flight and tail fathers, piercing emerald and gold eyes, a powerful hooked beak, and short, sharp talons. The bird wasn't nearly as large as Flip and Flop but it was very close in size to the two white-bellied sea eagles and just as fierce looking. Harry had never seen himself as quite that intimidating before but he supposed his Gryffindor courage had to come from somewhere.
The size differences between the two birds blew his mind away as the eagle-like bird looked like it could snap up the tiny hummingbird in one bite without even realizing it. He'd later learn that the bird representing his inner child was the smallest bird in existence (the bee hummingbird) and that it was well below the average size of the species in general while the bird representing his soul was a Short-toed Snake Eagle (a very fitting bird when one considers his fight against the basilisk and the multiple confrontations he's had with the Dark Lord and the various Death Eaters through the years).
Harry's attention was pulled away from his inner natures a few minutes later by the sound of someone urgently calling his name. He reluctantly withdrew from his trance and opened his eyes to find several individuals watching him with open concern while his aura continued to flicker and dance like golden flames around him; though these flames were far tamer than the wildfire storm his magic had been previously. As he focused on the blaze of magic endlessly dancing about him, Harry felt as if he'd been plunged into a hot tub or maybe a sauna due to the near unbearable heat that was almost pleasant in a calm and relaxed way. And while he was no longer panicking, he was still concerned with the way his magic continued to pour forth from his core.
"James, are you here with us now?" Wing asked with more than a little concern.
"Aye," Harry rasped; his throat inexplicably dry and scratchy (as if he'd just gone days without a speaking a single word or taking a drink).
"Good; you need to bring your aura under control."
"I'm trying," Harry replied as he closed his eyes once more and sought to further slow or stop the steady stream of magic that was still pouring from him.
"Try harder," Wing insisted with a frown.
"I'm doing the best I can, damn it; it's not like there's a convenient switch on hand that I can flip to shut the ruddy flood gate you opened," Harry snapped in response; his aura spiking sharply in response to his obvious frustration.
"You need to calm down and allow yourself to relax," Bodoro instructed from his seat on the couch. "Once you have your emotions under control and you're no longer holding yourself so stiffly, you'll need to pull your aura back to you and imagine it forming a bubble around you."
Harry gave a jerky nod in response to the advice before he focused on his breathing in an effort to relax. At the same time, he used Occlumency to blank his mind in order to let go of his frustration and fears. Once he felt more in control of himself, he focused on bringing his magic back under his control using the wandless exercises he'd learned when he first started learning how to cast wandlessly. The problem was that he was far more used to having to push his magic out; not pull it back in and hold it in place. It was like trying to play tug of war with a dragon in midair.
Sweat began beading on his skin as he sought to coax his magic into cooperating with him when no amount of mental force could change the flow leaving his core. His magic gradually responded to the change in tactics and the flow dropped down to a sluggish crawl. That small amount of success helped him to further relax and he opened his eyes to find his magic now lazily flickering around him like the flames of a thousand candles shifting in a light breeze. Part of him could sense the underlying wildness in his magic and he instinctively knew that it wouldn't take much for him to lose what little control he'd gained.
After a few minutes, Harry's attention was drawn away from his magic when Gon and Killua addressed Wing. "Hey, Wing; why does James's aura give off far more heat than mine and Killua's aura?" Gon inquired curiously as he continuously poked at one of the outer most tongues of flame surrounding the wizard while Killua asked, "Do you know why his aura looks nearly solid while yours, mine, and Gon's all appeared more like mist?"
"I don't know," Wing reluctantly admitted as he frowned at Harry for a moment before he glanced down at his left hand.
Harry's eyes followed Wing's gaze and he frowned the moment he caught sight of the burns on the man's hand; his mind bouncing back to that moment when he'd felt a wave of ice wash through him before the flames washed it away. He soon realized that it must have been his magic that burned Wing and he quickly climbed to his feet and made a bee-line for his pack-trunk while unconsciously withdrawing his magic back into his core (his subconscious instinctively wresting control of his magic from his conscious mind now that he was no longer focusing on his magic).
By the time he reached his trunk, Harry's magic had gone completely dormant once more and his pupils and the whites of his eyes had returned to their normal colors while his green irises were now permanently shot through with threads of gold that glittered and flickered like dancing flames.
After spending a few minutes digging through his potions supplies, Harry finally found the jar of Burn Paste that he'd recalled seeing in there. The wizard snagged the jar from the shelf before he stood back up and hurried over to Wing's side. Ignoring the man's protests, Harry slathered a thick coating of the orange paste onto the man's burned hand and quietly ordered him to channel his aura into his hand (like he had when he dented the wall) until the paste had completely dried into a hard shell. The wizard then returned to his things and pulled on his cloak before he tucked the jar of paste into his pocket (in case he needed to treat Wing's hand with a second application) and dug seven chocolate bars out of his trunk.
He quickly tossed a bar of chocolate to each of the other five individuals in the room before he sprawled out on the floor beside his pack and opened one of the two bars he'd taken for himself. Harry let out a soft moan as the first bite of chocolate melted in his mouth; the rich taste chasing away the lingering memories of encountering the dementors (which had been stirred up by his earlier contact with Wing's Ren). Each subsequent bite of chocolate helped to sooth his aching body and washing away the fatigue that had settled over him; his body unused to channeling such large amounts of undirected magic.
He had been tempted to grab a couple of Stone's Teeth instead but had decided against eating any of the energizing candies due to how magically overcharged he felt (as opposed to being magically exhausted).
AN: I'm still not exactly happy with the way the meeting between Wing and the others played out but I've poked and prodded it so many times that I don't think it's going to get any better. And for those of you who think Harry overreacted; please keep in mind that part of him is paranoid about the wizards finding him even though he usually hides it better. He's also reacting to the responsibility that Zeno placed on him to protect Killua from those threats he's not prepared to deal with.
The reason why Wing was not supposed to open his nodes is explained in later chapters; as is the similarities and differences between Magic and Nen. For those who are reading my other HxH/HP crossover, I'm sure that you've noted the differences between the way I described the feel of Harry/Azalea's aura once their nodes were opened and that was intentional. I'm exploring two different possibilities on how Magic and Nen interact and react; which was why I ended up with two different stories with somewhat similar sub plots. ~ Jenn
10-17-15: Minor edits made to chapter to fix spelling/grammar mistakes and removed unnecessary author's notes.