Harry Potter the Visored

So I'm really sorry for the lack of consistent updates. I'm balancing work and my other fics and to top it off, I didn't care for the second book, making it hard for me to pump out interesting chapters at will. Also, I'm trying to give time to my other fics too.

I hope that the rest of this arc isn't a disappointment, and I promise that later arcs will be much better.

Disclaimer: I own neither series.

As Harry saw the new DADA Professor prance up, he felt, more than any other time in his life, that he could be anywhere except here. Hell, from what the Visored had told him about the place, a night in Hueco Mundo sounded more appealing than being stuck here with Lockhart walking up with an eager look on his face.

"Sir," began Harry as he tried to dissuade the man from inadvertently making things worse, "I really don't have time to talk…"

"No need to panic," said Lockhart with a bright smile, "I know just how to fix this! I've used the spell a dozen times!"

"I really think I should go to the Hospital Wing…" said Harry as the pompous professor raised his wand, but he was unable to stop the man as he cast his spell.

A strange feeling spread through Harry's arm, indeed the pain was gone, but his arm felt strangely limp, almost boneless, you could say. Harry glanced down at the arm in question and his eyes widened at what he saw. His arm felt boneless for good reason, the idiot professor had vanished all the bones in his arm, leaving it hanging limp like a soba noodle.

"Well," said Lockhart as he tried to ignore the death glare Harry was giving him, "that does happen occasionally. Not to worry, I know how to fix it…"

"I do believe you've done enough, Professor," said Madame Hooch sharply as she walked up and pushed the man aside, "Harry, I apologize for not intervening earlier, but I was securing the rest of the gear to make sure none of it would pose any danger until they could be tested."

"I just hope Madame Pomfrey can fix this," muttered Harry as he tried to kill the DADA Professor with his scowl.

"C'mon Harry," said Fred as he and his twin hoisted the young Visored up, "let's get you to the Hospital wing."

"And let's not punch any more Bludgers along the way," joked George.

"I'll try," said Harry as he cracked a small smile, "but that last one was asking for it."

"There's hope for you yet Harrykins," Fred chuckled along with his twin as they helped Harry limp to the castle.

xXsceneXx

"Honesty Mister Potter," sighed Madame Pomfrey as she inspected the teen's arm, "I do hope you aren't planning to make a habit of coming here every year."

"I don't plan to," said Harry, "but I don't really have much choice most times."

The Matron looked over the boneless limb and sighed, "It would have been easy enough to fix if the bone was simply broken."

Madame Pomfrey waved her wand and a bottle flew over from one of her cabinets along with a simple goblet. Pouring the contents of the bottle into the cup, she placed the cup into Harry's good hand.

"Drink this," said Madame Pomfrey.

Harry sipped the potion and winced at the foul taste, "Can something be done to make it palatable?" he asked.

"Sorry but no," said Madame Pomfrey, "that's what happens when you get the bones in your arms vanished away. Finish the potion and make yourself comfortable on one of the cots. I want you to stay here overnight while the potion grows your bones back."

Harry sighed and downed the rest of the potion before lying back on the hospital bed and closing his eyes so he could get some rest. As he waited for Morpheus to claim him once again, he thought about Lockhart and the trouble he was bringing to the school. Nodding to himself, Harry began to think up a plan to deal with the man before he could cause him any more grief.

He would need to make a few calls.

xXsceneXx

Later that evening, after classes had finished, Luna and Hermione stopped by to visit, having heard from student gossip that Harry was injured from the Quidditch mishap. Neville would have come, but he had volunteered to help Professor Sprout with the Mandrakes in the greenhouse as so to help those who had been petrified.

"Harry," said Hermione as the girls entered, "are you alright? What happened?"

"It was that git Lockhart," muttered Harry.

"Language," chided Hermione, "and you can't talk about a teacher like that. I'm sure the Professor meant well."

"Hermione," sighed Harry, "how much longer are you going to defend him? He's proven to be inept in his classes and when he tried to use a spell he claims to have 'used a dozen times,' he flubs it and leaves me like this."

"I suppose the evidence is overwhelming," sighed Hermione, "I've had to correct him a few times when he nearly grades me wrong on our tests."

"I wonder," said Luna as she placed a finger on her chin, "perhaps Wracksputs have gotten to him and placed a fog on his mind?"

The other two students were silent for a moment, glancing at each other for a second before deciding not to get into an argument with the girl about the existence of said creatures.

"In any case," said Hermione, "I brought you some notes from the classes you missed."

"Oh and here," said Luna, "I brought a pair of Spectrespecs to help you watch out for invisible things."

"Um, thanks," said Harry as he took the gifts as so not to offend the girls. Deciding to go through the notes later, he placed the strange glasses on his eyes and gasped at the sight of visible trails of Reishi in the air.

"I…I can see Reishi with these," he exclaimed.

"You mean you can see spirit particles with those?" exclaimed Hermione, "Luna, do you have another pair?"

"Oh of course," said Luna cheerily, "issue 31 of the Quibbler gave out free pairs."

Luna handed another pair of the strange looking glasses to Hermione and the bushy-haired girl eagerly put them on, her eyes widening at what she could see. Through the lenses of the glasses she could see particles of energy dancing around them with distinct auras shining around the three of them.

"This is amazing," said Hermione, "Luna, you have to tell me more about these."

"If you want," said Luna, "I could show you more like them in the Common Room. I have many things like them."

"That would be great!" exclaimed Hermione as the two girls walked off chatting happily.

Harry smiled and chuckled as he watched the two of them. It was good that his friends were getting along. Rolling over in bed, he was thinking about how to deal with Lockhart, when there was a POP and a familiar creature wearing a pillowcase standing by his bed.

"I should have known you had something to do with this, considering how insistent you were," muttered Harry.

"Dobby warned Harry Potter," said the House Elf, "great danger awaits in Hogwarts. Harry Potter has already seen the beginnings."

"You mean the attacks?" asked Harry with a scowl, "If you're responsible for them in any way…"

"Dobby was not," said the Elf frantically, "Dobby simply wants Harry Potter to leave."

"Do you know who is responsible?" pressed Harry as he glared at the Elf.

Dobby trembled under the young Visored's glare before he dashed off to slam his head into the wall, or he would have, had Harry not anticipated that and cast a quick Rikujōkōrō to hold the House Elf in place.

"Dobby must not speak ill of his masters!" protested Dobby.

"Alright alright," said Harry as he tried to quiet the frantic House Elf, "just quit trying to keep me safe! It obviously has the opposite effect."

"Harry Potter must leave," protested Dobby again.

"But Harry Potter will not," said Harry, "and Harry Potter wants you to leave me the ruddy hell alone!"

"Very well," said Dobby before vanishing with a loud POP.

Harry sighed and proceeded to lie down in bed as Madam Pomfrey walked in to check on him. While he was annoyed with the House Elf's antics, he was curious about the creature's masters and what they wanted with the school.

xXsceneXx

The Holidays soon came around and Harry and his friends found themselves sharing a compartment on the Hogwarts Express as they headed back to their homes for the holidays.

"So I'm glad your arm is better Harry," said Neville as the group relaxed, "that was a terrible way to cancel a Quidditch match though."

"Sorry again about that," said Harry, "I didn't mean it."

"Ah don't worry about it," said Fred as he and his twin enjoyed some butterbeer they had filched from the Hogwarts Kitchens.

"Yeah," said George, "it wasn't like we were winning anyways. At least now we get a rematch."

"Cheers," said Fred as the group raised their bottles of butterbeer in a mock toast.

"So what are your plans for the holidays?" asked Luna, "I've heard the Christmas tradition differs slightly in Japan."

"Well," said Harry, "how would all of you like to find out first hand? I have some things to take care of later, but I called my family and they'd be happy to have you guys over for Christmas."

"That would be awesome," said Fred.

"Yeah but we'd have to decline," sighed George.

"Mum would have our arses if we missed dinner with the family," elaborated Fred.

"And after a year of her being more lenient toward us," began George.

"We're not gonna push our luck," finished Fred.

"I'd have to check with my Gran, but I'd love to come," said Neville.

"I'm sure my parents won't mind," said Hermione, "they really like your family."

"My father shouldn't have a problem either," said Luna as she pulled out an issue of the Quibbler and began reading it upside down.

"Great," said Harry as he reached into a bag and pulled out some bentos that he had got the Hogwarts Elves to make for him, "anyone hungry?"

The group eagerly dug into the small feast that Harry had brought for them as the train moved through the winter fields as it traveled from Scotland back to London. As they ate, they chatted about their plans for the holidays and shared stories from the year.