Maverick Hunter Potter
Part 2
They were shuffled around, jostled and asked to do things like stand in strange white pipes. Harry had never been hit by so much flash blindness or ever heard so many whirling noises in his life.
"The medical scans are complete Mr. Potter. You can rejoin your companion." The reploid named Lifesaver told him.
Harry nodded gratefully to the eight foot tall white and pale green reploid as he stepped out of the spinning white tube.
As Harry was making his way out of the room a beeping noise caught their attention.
"Hmm? What would Commander Signas want right now?" Lifesaver mused as he turned to the holographic display on his desk.
The door shut behind Harry cutting off anymore of the conversation.
"Harry! Are you okay?" Hermione exclaimed as she saw her friend after several hours of being poked and prodded.
She jumped into his arms and pulled him into a hug. Harry barely managed to catch her and stay upright. Her legs locked about his waist and she clung to him. Her head dropped onto his shoulder.
They heard a chuckle not too far away.
"Young love. It's good to see that in this day and age." An elderly man snickered as he limped towards them.
"H-hello." Harry said as he let Hermione slide down to a standing position beside him.
"It's alright. Don't mind me. I'm perfectly alright with PDA." The long gray haired man chuckled.
Finally he was merely a few feet from them and Harry got a good look at the gentleman.
He had brown eyes filled with the knowledge of many years gone by, long silvery hair that fell in tufts instead of fullness. His beard was nicely trimmed but it still flowed to his chest. On the whole the man reminded him of a brown eyed, muggle version of his headmaster.
His clothes were more sensible than the headmaster however. His cane was a simple wood, with a metal handle. His shoes were a simple gray, and he wore blue jeans, and a flannel short sleeved shirt.
"Well kids, I've been asked to show you to your quarters and explain how things work here." The man told them.
"Sure." Hermione agreed as they walked beside him.
"Right."
"First and foremost, While kissing and such is okay in the hallways sexual intercourse, nudity and other explicit behavior is not allowed in the public locale so please keep that confined to personal quarters."
Harry and Hermione blushed furiously. The man snickered at their expense before he continued.
"Next, meals are offered 24/7 in the mess hall. However, the food quality is Maverick Hunter brand...In other words...bad. But, hey it's food right? To get to the mess hall you just need to follow the terminal's instructions."
The two teens nodded their understanding.
"Okay, you were just at Medical bay. If you start to feel sick or have any kind of injury you are to go to the medical facility immediately. If you don't...well, Lifesaver might let you live long enough to regret it. If you manage to get the humans in HQ sick...well, then you better pray that there's a window nearby to jump out of and spikes below before Commander Signas gets ahold of you. They don't want to deal with an outbreak. We've got enough on our plates as it is. Sickness is one thing that we'd rather not deal with thank you."
"The Mavericks?" Hermione ventured.
"Yeah, those punks have done some really really traumatic damage to Earth, and since we still haven't finished fixing up the planet after the Eurasia colony fall incident...well, I think you get the idea...the medicine we do have would be better served to make sure more people can get healthy, not to stop an outbreak here. See?"
Harry and Hermione nodded in understanding.
"So we take care of ourselves and we are helping do our part when it comes to the medical aspect of society?" Harry questioned.
"You better believe it. Besides, if you're thick headed enough to not take care of yourself and collapse...well, Lifesaver might just strap you down to the beds and keep you there."
Harry shuddered as he recalled Madame Pomphrey.
"I see you've got the idea kiddo. Anyway, next thing. In an emergency you might be asked to help out."
"In which way?" Hermione questioned.
"Carrying Medicine to the Medical Ward, helping the operators with paperwork...oh, if that happens, don't flirt with the lead Navigator boy."
"Huh?" Harry asked eloquently.
"Her name's Alia and she's got a crush on Commander X. He's about the only one here who doesn't know about it though. But... the hunters...ah, watch out for her, and anyone who bothers her...well, life is humiliating for the next several months."
"Why's that?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Almost every single hunter here owes her their life." The old man replied bluntly.
"What?" Harry asked in a stunned voice.
"She's their eyes and ears. She's an expert and she's saved more people's lives than you can shake a stick at. People hear about the legendary Commanders X and Zero but they never talk about the one who provides the support. In this case; Alia."
Harry nodded in understanding as they turned the corner and almost ran into a small reploid.
"W-who a-are you?" The tiny bipedal mouse-like reploid squeaked nervously.
Like most reploids he had a set of body armour and while he had several animal like characteristics his furry hands were still humanoid. He looked at them with black, emotional, beady eyes. His fur was full and thick. In the deep gray fur was a tiny H emblem emblazoned proudly on it's right shoulder.
"Not now Mick." The old man chided.
"Y-yes s-s-sir!" The 2 and a half foot mouse reploid squeaked nervously and ran off.
"Who was that?" Harry asked as they neared a brilliant holographic red sign that had the words 'Human Living Quarters' typed in a blocky format.
"Oh that? That's just Mick. He's a recon Hunter. I suppose they're important and all but...a mouse? Com'on...The poor guy shakes about 3/4ths of the time and the other fourth he's passed out from fear." The man snorted.
"Poor Mick." Hermione sympathized.
"He's on a good team at least. They're well trained and only have a 25 percent casualty rate."
"Only? That's one out of four dead or injured!" Hermione protested.
"I dunno what you've been told lassie but the Hunters casualty rates typically range fifty to sixty percent. The seventeenth and the Zero squads have an averaged eighty five to ninety five percent casualty rate." The old man replied coolly.
"I thought people said that the seventeenth and zero squads were the best." Harry noted.
The old man nodded.
"They are. So they always get sent in the suicide missions. Somehow, they make it though. Well, some of them anyway." The man shook his head.
"I bet they have to switch commander's often." Hermione mused.
"Those are the squads of commander's X and Zero. Those two...those two don't exactly get replaced." The man replied.
"Then why do they let their-" Hermione began.
"LET? There isn't any 'let' about it! Those two have to do a job no one else is able to do! The brass sends the rest of the squad with them and it ends up in disaster. If I was you I would..." The man stopped and took a deep breath to calm himself.
"You really have a bad case of amnesia kiddos. Why don't you sit down at your desk and read up...maybe that'll help you remember. Until then...until then...don't talk to people...it might upset them." He said as he pointed to a door.
The two teens entered the room and the door closed automatically behind them.
"Welcome to your quarters Mr. Potter, and Miss. Granger. I am your virtual assistant. If you have any questions or requests please ask me. You can call me Tom." A voice sounded from within their darkened room.
"Could you turn the lights on please...um, Tom?" Harry asked; talk about irony!
His assistant was now Tom! (Very strange coincidence considering whom his enemy was.)
"Certainly Mr. Potter." The lights slowly lit and a calm white room appeared. It wasn't very big but it had a set of glass sliding doors to the bathroom, that had a bathtub and show within, and their was a single bed that Harry could see in the bedroom part of the 'apartment'.
"Umm..." Hermione tried to word her thoughts as she sat on the simple love seat.
"Yes Miss?" Tom asked.
"I could only see one bed."
"That's correct miss. In these dark times we don't have funding for multiple beds or other furniture. My apologies." Tom sounded almost regretful.
"I understand." Hermione sighed.
"Thank you Miss. Granger."
A few moments later an automated voice different to Tom's spoke.
"Attention: Lights out in three minutes. Lights out in three minutes. Night Watch assume your positions."
"There's a lights out?"
"Yes sir. However, humans are allowed to make their way to both the Medical facilities and the mess hall during the night hours. Other than that you will need to remain in your quarters. I apologize for any difficulties this may cause." The voice sounded apologetic.
"I understand. Can you lock the door and is there a way to turn you on and off?"
"Are you upset with me Ma'am?" Tom sounded hurt.
"No! No! It's not that. I just was wondering because Harry and I sometimes like to have time to ourselves." Hermione replied.
"...I understand now. The breeding rituals of humans are to be kept private correct?"
The two teens blushed furiously.
"To have privacy for those acts please enter the bedroom and press '1' on the keypad on the wall next to the door in the bedroom. No one will be able to hear anything from your room. However, please remember some reploid's have an enhanced sense of smell and will be able to determine if you've been engaging in those activities."
"Umm...R-right." Harry blushed before he quickly rushed to the bedroom.
"He seems eager. Ma'am you should join him."
"Tom!" Hermione protested in a scandalized voice.
A second later she shrugged internally and made her way to the bedroom in a refined but quick manner.
"The '1' key has been pressed." Tom said to the empty main chambers.
A red light flickered on the door to the main part of the teen's apartment.
"Living Quarters have been locked." Tom announced to the empty room.
Then the lights flickered off.
"Lighting has been deactivated." Tom added before he went onto standby.
Meanwhile Hermione and Harry were in the bedroom and having trouble looking at each other.
"So-"
"Her-" Harry said at the same time.
"Why-"
"I'll let-"
The two glanced at each other and Hermione nodded.
"That was an awkward conversation we got done with." She noted.
Harry nodded furiously as they sat down on the bed next to each other.
"What do you think of all this?" Harry asked.
Hermione frowned thoughtfully.
"Okay, from what I understand we were on the train when Malfoy used the purge soul spell thing right?"
Harry nodded.
"Then we wake up here. In a world that seems to be several decades in the future. There are all sorts of advanced robots called reploids that were apparently based off of this X guy, and some of them go rogue, for one reason or another, and so the Hunters combat them."
"I think I'm following so far." Harry agreed.
"So now we are in a society that humans have been mostly outclassed by their own creations, a world that's been devastated by this 'Eurasia incident' whatever that is and we still have more questions than answers." Hermione frowned thoughtfully.
"We still don't know how to return to our time either." Harry added helpfully.
"That's going to be a problem I haven't seen any signs of magic yet. Maybe wizards died out?" She asked in a nervous voice.
"I doubt it. Magic's been around for thousands of years, it'll be around long after we're gone."
"Harry. Technically we should be dead right now. The only reason we're here is Malfoy's spell." She replied shortly.
"That may be...but, I think that magic won't just fade out either Hermione."
"Either way, it's not like magic can compete with this kind of technology Harry. Look around. Self regenerating robots imbued with Nanotechnology, nuclear fusion reactors the size of your fist, medical technology that can repair and even replace destroyed organs easily. Space colonies, and what not! What'd the point be of even...of even trying to look?" Hermione asked weakly.
"We have to. We have friends back home." Harry whispered as he pulled her into a hug.
The two sat there just comforting each other for a long moment before Hermione spoke.
"Remember on the train where Ginny asked you what kind of girl you were looking for?"
Harry nodded slowly.
"I was surprised to see Ron suddenly get a brain." Hermione smiled weakly.
"Ron's a little daft on occasion but he's got pretty powerful insights when they happen." Harry chuckled.
"Yeah...But I never did get to ask...do...do you really...?" Hermione stuttered.
"Who in their right mind wouldn't love you?" Harry grinned back.
Her eyes filled with tears and she thrust her head forward eagerly, her lips impacted on his a second later.
Her tongue touched his lips hesitantly but he allowed her access.
When they finally broke for air Harry gasped.
"Wow, where'd that come from?" Harry asked in awe.
Hermione blushed.
"They always say it's the quiet ones." She blushed furiously.
"You don't have to do anything your uncomfortable with Hermione. If you want me to stop, or whatever-" Harry started to assure her.
Apparently that was the right thing to say as she pounced on him again pulling him into another passionate kiss.
After they broke for another staggered breath Harry spoke.
"Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend?" Harry asked hopefully.
"I don't kiss just anyone." She replied with a wry grin.
The night passed pleasantly as the two laid down together and when Harry awoke he noticed several things. One he enjoyed the physical contact he had with his girlfriend, and two he was also...uncomfortable.
"Happy to see me?" Hermione opened her eyes tiredly as she felt his 'greeting'.
Harry blushed furiously.
"Don't be flustered. I think I can take it as a compliment." She grinned at him before she kissed him.
"O-okay..." Harry whispered.
Hermione giggled lightly before she got off of him and headed to the bathroom.
"But..." Harry protested weakly before she opened the door to the main hall.
"Good morning Ma'am. How was your sleep?" Tom greeted Hermione pleasantly.
"It was good thank you Tom."
Harry walked in to the main room as the glass of the bathroom door darkened. He sat down on the single piece of furniture in the room.
"Good morning sir. You seem rather in need of relief."
"That's a rather crass way of putting it." Harry replied dully.
"I'm sorry sir. I haven't been afforded the AI of an actual Reploid." Tom replied.
A while later after Hermione had returned Harry spoke again.
"Can you give me information on the Hunter's Organization?"
"I can sir. The hunters were established in 2132 A.D. by Dr. Cain. He was originally an archeologist with an interest in Robotic AI."
"Why would he establish it?" Harry interrupted.
"I was getting to that sir. A few years before hand Dr. Cain was investigating some ruins. They turned out to be the labs of the foremost expert on robotics; a Dr. Thomas Light. While he was in the lab he discovered the slumbering figure of 'Mega Man X' when Dr. Cain awoke X, he found out how truly...human X really was."
"Huh?" Harry looked baffled.
"X has the ability to think, feel, and act all on his own accord. It was revolutionary! With X's help Dr. Cain. began construction of the first 'Reploid', these beings are all based on X's data, and so some call him the 'Father of All Reploids'."
At this Hermione looked awed.
"As time passed odd things began to happen. Reploids would go ballistic at random intervals. When an incident happened where a reploid went out of control and injured several other reploids and three humans the government began to panic. So, Dr. Cain created a division of reploids and humans devoted to stopping all rogue reploids. They called themselves the 'Maverick Hunters'. In the early days the hunter's job was simple: stop a single maverick unit here or there. Rarely anyone got injured. But then...the leader of the Maverick Hunters, Sigma went maverick. He was able to organize the mavericks. When that happened, well things weren't so simple anymore."
"Not so simple? What do you mean exactly?" Harry asked.
"He was able to destroy cities, and he was able to arm the mavericks well. No longer was it a contained problem, but a global terror war. Sigma has caused several wars, destroyed a large military known as Repliforce via dirty politics and backstabbing, dropped a colony on earth and driven the two most brilliant reploid researchers insane, thereby causing even more daamage. The hunter's have done their best to counter this but, they only have the ability to react, not act first."
Tom continued on.
"Due to Sigma's terror attacks, over eighty percent of the global population has been wiped out. Most human people still have to live underground still due to the radiation and poisons that are leaking from the Eurasia colony crash site. However, the radiation is slowly being contained and HQ is out of the toxic radius."
The two teens shared a look of horror.
"Unfortunately, due to Sigma's great amounts of power, few reploids can stand against him, let alone beat him. Currently there are two reploids that can stand toe-to-toe with Sigma in hunter HQ."
"The commanders of the Seventeenth and Zero squads." Harry said in realization.
"Correct. However, even though X and Zero have stopped Sigma multiple times he manages to always come back. Due to this the crisis continues."
"Comes...back?" Hermione whispered.
Tom made an affirmative noise.
"Yes Ma'am. Due to the 'Sigma' Virus; a virus that drives reploids maverick, Sigma can revive himself as long as the viral code remains."
"Then what's the point of fighting him?" Hermione's hands went up to her face and rubbed her temples wearily.
"Hermione, it's gonna be okay. No one's immortal."
Not even Voldemort. Huh, I wonder if Sigma's a lesson I can learn from to face Voldemort with?
"But...if he's a virus...then he spreads at powerful rates." Hermione protested .
"Hermione, this isn't like you. Do you remember Small Pox? How dangerous that disease was and how scientists contained it to a colony to create vaccines just in case there was more. It never reappeared. Remember?" Harry reminded her.
Harry smiled at her weakly. Trying to look strong for her sake at the very least.
Hermione smiled back frailly.
"We've gotten through tight spots before Hermione, we'll do it again." Harry assured her.
The two teens sat there, just dumbfounded but began to learn about the new world they had been thrust into.
Eventually, Hermione had typed up some notes that Harry took a look at on the holo display.
Reploid: An Advanced Robot that can think and act on it's own accord. Not necessarily bound by the rules of Robotics. Reploids come in all shape and sizes and have various designs. Animal designs are relatively popular due to their natural characteristics, whatever they might be. Human based models typically do best as researchers, commanders, and operators. Reploids have been used in places such as the tundras, in the deepest trenches of the seas, on the tallest mountains, and even on the moon just to name a few locales that reploids commonly traverse.
Mechanaloid: A very large robot with limited intelligence but they are used for the most basic of jobs. Some basic commands are: Mine that metal, Attack that, and Defend that. Mechanaliod's are unable to go 'maverick' typically since they are under a central network under governmental control. However, the few times they were taken over by mavericks they did extraordinary damage. Thankfully, the breach was stopped before more than one or two were taken off of the Governmental Network and set to be destroyed by the Maverick Hunters.
Maverick: A Reploid who's gone 'nuts'. However, this is a bit of a misnomer as Mavericks also include the 'Reploid superiority' fanatics, or the ones who believe that humans are useless. They act as a terrorist operation, use bio grade weapons, and other similar techniques which are all very common with Mavericks.
Maverick Hunter: An individual; either human or reploid that helps deal with Maverick terrorists.
Federation Government: The Federation is the global scale part of Government. It oversees the operations of the Hunters and the Hunters are allowed access to any nation that has become a member state.
However, the Federation has little power besides that of the Maverick Hunters and does not interfere with internal policies except under extreme situations. (Such as the government in question has had a coup de etat preformed against them and it was successful.)
Eurasia: Eurasia was a large colony that was taken over by Sigma's forces while he engaged the Maverick Hunters himself. After the end of the Eurasia colony fall crisis only a few reploids and humans survived. Commanders X, and Zero managed to defeat Sigma. However, the toxins of the colony were devastating. And only recently have humans been able to come above ground once more. (Due to reploids being able to survive in more dangerous areas, and that most don't breathe (a few apparently do for cooling down systems). This meant that they were able to help contain the radiations.)
Final Notes:
Apparently, there was a disaster that knocked technology back many years and we lost the internet and such until records could be compiled in 2108 A.D. What it was, no one seems to be sure, but it must have been severe. Only by finding X and reverse engineering his technology were humans able to regain all they had lost...and more. Dr. Light must have been a brilliant man! According to this...they still can't fully scan X and eighty-five percent or more of his systems are unknown.
Side Note: Zero's much the same in that regard.
"Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger, the chaplain has arrived to greet you, do you wish to let him in?" Tom asked.
The two shared a glance.
"I suppose so." Harry agreed.
The door opened and admitted a man in a black suit.
"Hello Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger. I'm-You're teens." The chaplain said slightly stunned.
"Yes we are." Harry agreed in a confused tone.
"I was under the assumption that you two were to be married. Aren't you a little young?" The chaplain asked.
Hermione and Harry blushed.
"Tom must have misunderstood. No, no, we just needed to talk without commentary last night...I think he thought that we were...you know..." Hermione blushed.
"And drew the conclusion that you were engaged." The chaplain nodded.
"I wouldn't complain about marrying such a perfect woman but...I think we need a little time...and I'm certain I've forgotten a step." Harry grinned with burning cheeks.
"Yes I do believe you have dear. Then again, we've only been dating for a day now. I think we might be rushing if you proposed today." Hermione added dryly.
Harry laughed.
"Think about it, we'd be dating on one day, engaged the next, and married the day after. The world's fastest wedding progression." Harry teased.
"Honey?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Yes Hermione?"
"Couch tonight."
"Ouch."
The chaplain looked at the two teens as if they had grown another head.
"I don't see..." He began and then trailed off in confusion.
"We're just pulling your leg there. We don't intend to get married today right?" Hermione asked.
Harry nodded.
"If I propose I plan on having it be romantic." Harry agreed pleasantly.
"Umm, right..." The chaplain blinked before he smiled back at them.
"Right then, why I give you a tour of the area, and show you the church?"
"You have a church?" Hermione asked curiously.
The chaplain nodded.
"Church is on Sunday at 10:10 A.M. with another change to attend on Wednesday nights at 7:45. If you need someone to confide in, I am available too. I'm oath bound to keep your secrets." The black haired chaplain assured as he led them around the facility.
"So, if one of us had a personal problem we could come to you and not have the information displayed to the world?" Hermione asked.
"That's the gist of it, and from the looks of it you've got quite a set of tales you could tell." The chaplain agreed.
"Sir...what should we call you?" Harry suddenly asked.
The man's blue eyes widened in surprise.
"By golly! I can't believe I forgot something like that! I'm Chaplain Weathers. Some like to call me pastor, and a few even call me pops."
"Pops?" Harry asked in a stunned voice.
"A sixteen year old kid...He was named after some sort of dog would always call me that. I was only twenty one at the time but it stuck." The man shrugged.
"Did you tell him to not call you that?" Hermione asked with a faint grin.
"Well, actually I think I did." Weathers shrugged again.
"That's probably why the name stuck."
"I think you're right." Weathers replied as he stopped in front of a display.
"Here's the terminal. From here, you can get directions to any part of the building...unless it's off limits. Area's such as the Maverick Hunter Training area the Maverick Hunter ER, and the command center are a few off limits areas that aren't displayed." Weathers explained as the two teens peered at the blue and green holographic field in front of them.
"HQ is huge." Harry summed up after they stared at the massive display after a few minutes.
"That it is." Weathers agreed pleasantly.
Harry shook his head after a long moment.
"Mr. Potter, can I ask you a question?" Chaplain Weathers asked in a serious voice.
"Sure, and call me Harry." Harry nodded.
"You seem to have recently seen death. And I know that that's hard. Harry, I'd like to talk to you about that if you'd like." Weathers offered.
Harry's first instinct was to say no, but Hermione elbowed him gently.
"I...suppose." Harry agreed.
"Alright then, why don't I show you my office?"
The two teens followed down the long corridors in silence. The facility had long, broad passageways, they had to be to let the various hunter's traverse the halls. The tiles were a simple blue and the walls were that ever present cool white that helped lighten the halls even in a possible darkness. There were several red lights that were currently off, but Harry knew that they would turn on if an emergency were to occur.
"Here's my office. Do you want to have your girlfriend wait in the waiting area?" Weathers asked.
Harry shook his head.
"I trust her. Besides, I think I'll need her support." Harry disagreed.
"Alright." Weathers led them to a room, that had an assortment of furniture. A desk with a black chair, a soft couch and a couple cushioned chairs.
The small table in the center had a box of kleenex's and a rubbish bin beside it.
"Please take a seat." Weathers requested as he sat down with a notepad in his black chair.
"This room is surprisingly nice." Harry noted as the two teens sat down on the couch.
"It needs to be. I act as a counselor for all humans...and even some reploids use my services in HQ." Weathers replied simply.
"It's all confidential right?" Harry asked.
Weathers nodded.
"The only time I'd say anything is if I fear that you're in danger of harming yourself or others. Even then I wouldn't give away any personal information." Weathers assured.
"Okay." Harry nodded.
Over that hour Harry and Hermione had trouble saying much but Weathers assured them that that was commonplace and that they should feel proud of the progress they were making.
"Now I'll want to see you next week, on Monday 3:30 P.M. Alright?" Weathers said as he closed his notebook and labeled it "HPHG-HP"
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked.
"Your names and the priority I've placed you at. That's all." Weathers soothed.
"What priority is that?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"High Priority. You've both seen things that no child aught to have seen." Weathers said bluntly.
"H-How?" Harry stuttered.
"I've learned how to help people Harry. You're probably the two people who need it most too." The Chaplain said gently.
Harry blinked numbly at the priest for a long moment.
"Now, I hope I'll see you in church tomorrow. If not that's okay but if you want to go I'd be happy to see you there." Weathers added.
"What denomination?" Hermione asked.
"I don't like to side with a denomination Hermione, after all we've got the Bible that tells us what's right and wrong. Anything else...that's just human addenda."
Hermione smiled in understanding.
"There's a couple denomination services in HQ and there's also a few other religion's here too." Weathers added with a thoughtful look as they were led to the door to Weathers office.
"Like what?" Hermione asked curiously.
"HQ's got Mormon services, Jewish services, and Islamic services as well."
"What about the jihad?" Hermione asked as they began to walk back to their rooms.
"Their 'holy war'? It's been put off to the side I guess is the best term. I suppose that they figured that if humanity is in such danger of complete destruction...them included then religious wars were kind of reckless. That or it was because Mecca was vaporized during the first maverick war."
"That probably made them mad." Hermione noted.
Weathers nodded seriously.
"Well, it's not like the other religions have had their monuments protected much better. Mavericks have sacked almost every religious location. The Dome was destroyed by a division of mavericks, and the wailing wall was too a few minutes later. However, the Christian monuments haven't fared much better. The Vatican was hit by a hydrogen bomb back during Dr. Doppler's maverick incident, and a couple of very famous monuments were blown to smithereens."
"So what do people say about that?" Harry asked intently.
"Muslims say that Allah will not forget them, and that the Mavericks will pay. The Dome will be rebuilt to the glory that Allah intended. Jews say that this is a critical time, and once the Mavericks are put down the temple can be restored."
"What about Christians?"
"Well, some Christians shrugged at the loss of the Vatican, and just said that "God isn't attached to a building, but cares about people. We can gather in the sun or in the moonlight. We can pray in the caverns or on the surface of the moon." But there are others like the Jews and Muslims are when it comes to their respective monuments." Weathers answered.
"What about you?" Harry asked as they stopped in front of their room.
"Me? I think that we don't need to worry where we are, or what we have. God hears us no matter where we are. No matter the horrors, we can feel his presence." The Chaplain replied with a shrug.
"Thanks Chaplain Weathers." Harry said gratefully.
"I was glad to help." Weathers smiled down at the two teens before spoke.
"Remember, please meet me again at 3:30 P.M. on Monday." Weathers said, and then he was off.
"That's a pretty cool guy." Harry admitted.
Hermione grinned at him.
"Yeah, he is. Plus he can help you."
"He seemed to think that you could use some help too." Harry reminded her.
She looked a little disgusted at the idea.
"That's the only thing that kept me from thinking that he's an 'awesome' guy." She grimaced at the thought.
"Well, who knows we've seen some pretty scary things." Harry replied.
"I suppose so." Hermione shrugged as they entered their shared apartment.
Sunday saw Harry attending church for the first time, and he was surprised about what was taught there.
Weathers stood in front of a good five hundred people and began to speak after the 'praise' had been finished.
"Today we're going to continue our study of Family. In particular, how we are to treat our children. If you'll open your Bibles to Matthew Chapter 19 verses 13 through fifteen..." Weathers paused for a long moment.
"This is an important part of the Bible and has a very defining moment in it. In verse thirteen it says that they brought the children to Jesus, that he should put his hands on them. Jesus
was well known for healing people with a mere touch, and in this the children were brought to Jesus, the teacher, healer and messiah. But Jesus' Disciples started to rebuke them. For
some reason they didn't want the children brought to their master. Yet, Jesus spoke and said 'Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of
heaven.' I think the implications are fairly obvious, Jesus is telling us to allow our children to come to him! The bible goes on to say that Jesus laid hands on them and then departed."
Weathers took a deep breath as the assembled group listened closely.
"Yet, this isn't the only time children are mentioned. Jesus also says in Matthew 18:6 that: 'But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him
to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.' What a statement. It'd be better to drown than to lead a child of his astray. Ephesians further
reinforces how we are to treat children, be they our own or a random child we've never met before. We aren't to 'provoke children to wrath, but to raise them in the nurture and
admonishment of the Lord.' Admonishment, not abuse or other types of hostility. To admonish is to chide, and to guide as necessary. To help raise them in the Lord God. Guiding a child
isn't by starvation, or by other cruel methods. Instead that would be more apt to provoke them to wrath. I realize that this is probably a sensitive issue. How many here have been hit by
their guardian? It's not what God wants. Which may lead us to the next point. God is Love. He cannot and will not accept or be lenient on those who harm his children. But who are his
children?" Weathers looked around the room seriously.
"I'll tell you who. All of us. God created all humans and that means that in that basic sense we are his children. If we accept Christ as our personal savior then we are cleansed of our sins
and no longer does Satan have a part of us, and we are fully his children."
Harry's heart clenched at Weather's words and he finally understood why he hadn't been allowed to attend church. Because the Dursely's knew what they were doing was against the
Bible. But for some disturbing reason they didn't care. Harry continued to listen aptly to the Chaplain's words and once the sermon was over the two teens left the chapel quietly.
Once they had returned to their room Harry ranted.
"Those Hypocrites! Damn Dursleys! Saying that they're upstanding members of the church! Damn them!" Harry ranted.
"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively.
Harry forced himself to calm down.
"Yeah?" He asked levelly.
"I know that they didn't treat you like they were supposed to. But, I'll won't do that. I promise." Hermione pulled him into her arms and Harry sobbed.
"W-why? Why would they hurt me like that?" Harry asked weakly.
"I don't know Harry. I don't know." Hermione rubbed his back as he cried.
The weeks passed and slowly, Harry healed with the help of both Hermione and Chaplain Weathers.
On a Monday Harry entered the Chaplain's office with Hermione, and he saw a blue armoured reploid about to leave.
"Hmm?" The two green eyed men peered at each other.
"Oh, Harry sorry we ran a little late. Harry, this is X." Chaplain Weathers explained.
"X? As in the Maverick Hunter?" Harry asked.
The figure, who was just a few inches taller than Harry, nodded.
X was for lack of a better term, not as large as they would have expected for being such a legend. He had a broad chest, that was covered by the armour of the hunter. his arms to his elbows were also covered in the deeper blue armour. His waist had a simple piece of armour and his legs had a wide type of armoured boot that Harry had grown familiar with.
X finally spoke.
"You've seen a great deal Harry." X's voice was a gentle tenor.
His gentle voice bellied the power of the legends behind the great hunter, but Harry really didn't mind and then, somehow; Harry began to see comparisons between himself and X.
Harry then asked a question not really knowing why.
"Does...Sigma go after you almost obsessively?" Harry asked with a faint tremor in his voice.
X thought for a moment with a serious look on his face.
"Something like that. Am I correct to believe that something like that has happened to you?" X asked.
Harry spoke before he thought about it.
"Yeah." He whispered.
"Chaplain Weathers?" X asked.
"What is it X?"
"Is it alright if I talk to these two right now? I don't know when I'd have the time otherwise." X asked.
"I suppose, Harry, Hermione I'll expect to see you tomorrow morning at 6 sharp then." Weathers said.
Harry nodded jerkily at Weathers before he followed the blue reploid.
Okay, I wasn't gonna add more parts to Maverick Hunter Potter but people were asking several questions about this and so I felt I probably should add it so it could clear up some questions about the cross. If you want information on Mega Man X than I've posted a link for those interested below. Just take out the spaces and you'll be able to read up a little about Mega Man and such. Mega Man and all related characters, and such are owned by Capcom. JKR owns Harry Potter, and the world he exists in.
I like this fic for several reasons.
An interesting thing to note though is that X and Harry DO have several similarities. First: They both have to deal with nutcases (X has to fight Sigma, and Harry Volde) Second: They both have only a few friends. (Harry, Hermione and Ron. X has Zero as a friend...later Axl becomes a close friend...) Third, they both very famous, and have 'done the impossible' (X first beat Sigma when he was a mere B class Hunter (A very low class-In the earlier games ranks were: UH, PA, GA, SA, A, B, C, and D.)), and Harry survived Volde's curse Fourth: They are a study of contradictions. (Harry still being able to love after the Dursleys and X being a pacifist even though he's a Maverick Hunter for starters...) Fifth: They both deal with racism/bigotry (Harry deals with 'Purebloods' and X deals with the large group of humans that hate reploids and vice versa...)And there's many, many more...
7,100 Plus words.
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