Here's chapter 35 of Magic vs. MA.

See Previous chapters for disclaimer.

With all the harry/luna fans out there, I decided to make this a harry/tonks/luna story, though that isn't the main focus. I'm hoping the action/adventure part of the story takes hold, but I want to develop the characters to a point where you feel for when there is danger. Hopefully I am able to make this as good as some of the other multiship

anything like this is thought, anything in quotes is spoken, like the following like these is foreign language not translated by the translation spell cast on Ranma and the others. Also, if in Angwan/Japan, they are speaking Japanese. anything like this are foreign languages there. Only underline is somethign being read.

between /an is author reference to explain a bit of detail about something mentioned that doesn't quite fit into writing in the story ie /an1 for Author notes, heading 1

When Voldemort or Harry are speaking and you see this then it's a parseltongue spell, or dialogue. Since I can't be bothered to make up words, I'll just use some random letters unless they are actually speaking and not just casting a spell. Don't worry, I'll track which combo's I use and the effects of the desired spell, I might have similar non-parseltongue spells. In the AN at the end, you'll find a list of any Parseltongue spells and the effects, usually related to something some kind of snake can do.

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Icaras Caldwell was not having a good week. First he'd been approached by the oily Deathth Eater git Lucius Malfoy for an audience with his master. Like I'd ever willingly meet old Tommy at anything less then his execution Then he'd been attacked in his home by a group of Death Eaters he suspected were commanded by Malfoy the Magnificient bootlicker. And they'd brought along those weirdos who had captured and beaten him before dragging him to an audience with his former school mate.

There he'd been tortured for hours. If not for his paranoia and planning and typical Dark Wizards arrogance, he would have been killed. Thanks to a well hidden but easily reachable port key, he'd managed to escape, but not before giving in to the childish impulse to taunt his hated foe. He idly wondered if any of Tom's followers had believed the truth he'd so casually sated regarding their lord's origins.

But the most recent aggravation to this week was being awoken from the impact of his body on the floor. It seems that his dreamless sleep potion mixed in to the healing potion made him shift about in his sleep. The result was he woke early, screaming in pain from the half healed wounds after a 1 foot drop to the ground. Luckily he had cast a permanent sterilization charm on the room to guard it against disease carrying germs. It was the same charm used at St. Mungo's and other wizarding hospitals.

He painfully crawled back into the bed, pleased that he'd thought ahead and arranged for the low slung bed instead of the normal height he normally prefered. He downed another potion, one mixed with Pupper Up and waited for the short burst of energy. Once it surged he got out of bed and took a moment to adjust and changed his bandages. Once that task was over, he went to his desktop tracking globe and tried to locate the owls he'd sent to carry his messages. He hoped that most had managed to warn his old friends, but doubted that all were safe. Some would be too stubborn to heed his warning while others would move too slowly, not knowing how quickly Tomm boy's lackeys moved when properly motivated.

He made a quick meal of chicken broth wit hfresh greens and noodles, then made a few notes on what he needed to do in order to accomplish some of the tasks on his list. He also took the time to redo the list in a more grammatically correct manner, feeling personally appalled to have so badly treated his beloved native tongue. Why, his grandfather -once a friend of the Bard's and an accreditted wordsmith of no small reknown himself- would have beaten him silly for the abuse he'd heaped on the sanctity of the written word.

He plotted until the pain started to pulse and then decided it was time to take another vial and get back to sleep. He had a lot of healing to do before he attempted to reacdh young Mr. Potter and his new allies.

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Sirius frowned as he bid goodbye to Harry. There were several things bothering him, not the least of which was the pair of Ministry appointed goons trailing after him. They followed him everywhere he went in the castle, just eager little turds hoping he'd err in his parole and then be arrestible again. Despite the influence and warnings of Harry's friends. He was gratefull to be allowed out of the confines of his chambers, as the walls had started to close in, but he wished he could do something without the twin pair of humorless asses shadowing him every where. The only privacy he got was those rare and precious times with Harry, passing on to him the Black Family's magical legacy. But even with the goons, it was a vast improvement over his time in Azkhaban and he was pleased to still be free.

There was something else bothering though about their training session. Harry was imporoving by an amazing amount in a very short time. He'd even cast some spells during their last session that were only taught to Aurors. The only conclusion Sirius could come to regarding Harry was that the boy was receiving training directly from an Auror. But given both the Miniester's actions towards Harry and the bubble of mugglenes she was forced to endure by Dumbledore, what Auror would be brave enough to defy both Fudge's scrutiny of Harry and Dumbledore's intentional lack of training to the recent generations.

Mad-Eye Moony immediately sprang to mind, but Sirius dismissed the thought for several reasons. The main being that if Harry's secret trainer was Mad-Eye, he -Sirius- would be in a lot more pain now and Harry would have been wandering around on the verge of exhaustion for the las few months. The only other possibilites were Shacklebolt and Tonks as they were the only others Harry might know well enough to allow him to cast spells at him.

Sirius blinked. He knew he could immediately dismiss Kinsley, since the senior Auror was currently on an assignment that would make it difficult to come to Hogwarts to teach Harry. Even magical transportation had it's limits, after all. But Tonks, his favorite cousins' -the only cousin he wouldn't gladly strangle at first glance, really- daughter, as he recalled. She was currently here in the castle, pretending to be a student who had gone missing during the summer. She was using her gifts to pose as he missing friend, Luna Lovegood while keeping a distant eye on Harry and his friends. She would never break cover, having too much prider in her talents as both an Auror and a metamorph to break out of her role. The only way she'd have broken out would be to protect Harry -in which case he would have heard about any dangers to his godson- or if . . . or if ...

If Harry had somehow discovered on his own what was going on. In which case, the mischevious girl might have given in to her feelings for Harry. And considering how cheerful Harry was in comparison to their previous talks and his rather cheeky discussion of a mysterious girlfriend, perhaps the boy returned the metamorphmagi's feelings. He couldn't fault either really, since Harry had led a difficult life and would need someone who had experieneced a somewhat similiar life to his own. Anything less in a relationship would be deemed unworthy by Harry, who unlike most boys his age, was looking for more then a snog and shag in a broom closet. Harry needed stability and maturity in a relationship, and that meant someone who'd had something nearly as difficult as his own. Most girls his own age were too emotionally frivolous to withstand the intensity of emotion Harry lived with each day. They'd drown in his emotions and be left as little more them empty husks, overwhelmed by the power of Harry's drives.

He chuckled a bit, recalling a pink haired five year old proudly holding a curiously quiet Harry, who's green eyes were staring at the pixie girl's hair and nose as she lengthened them and changed her hair color. At five, her talents were limitted to changing her hair color, size and shape, and the length and shape of her nose. Occassionaly she could change her eyes, but doing so usually gave her a headache and blinded her for an hour or so she rarely did.

Harry had been fusy for days and that was the only reason James and Lils had brought him along to the meeting. Every moon eyed, matrimonial minded woman (and a few of the like minded men) had tried calming the teething child's cries, but nothing had worked. That is, nothing worked until Andie and Nym arrived by the floo.

Nym had been startled to hear the cries of a baby, having beeen expecting to be the only person under a million years old at the meeting. Her surprise had caused her to loose control of her budding abilities and her hair had started convulsing through the color spectrum as her nose lengthened and shortened out of control. This attraction, along with her startled exclaimation of 'what?' drew young Harry's attention and soon he had fixated on the girl and her unintentional display. His young mind had immediately forgotten all about his fit and he began clapping and giggling while reaching out to the girl.

Nym had been allowed to keep Harry occupied and entertained the boy, making her feel important to be trusted with watching the not quite 1 year old. She had recovered control and started doing some of the exercises in the metamorphmagi book she'd been given for her birthday, changed her nose to match those of the adults in the room, while mixing their hair styles and color. It had been the first and only time the pair had met until Harry's 4th year. Less then a month later, the Potter's had gone into hidding to protect Harry from Voldemort after the news of a prophecy had been released.

Sirius snorted as the fabled prophecy came to mind. More people knew about the prophecy then Dumbledore willingly admitted. He believed it was some massive secret that had to be kept from the world and most especially from the Dark Lord. The old codger refused to believe that most people knew of the prophecy and it's general contents then the three of four he thought. Hell, most people coudl recite the damn thing. Well, most of those professionally involved in the matter (meaning Aurors, Minstry personel, and hospital staffs.) Hell even if they didn't know the exact wording, they knew enough to get the gist of the damn thing. All of the Marauders had known the prphecy, and if Pettigrew knew, then so did Voldemort. Unless the bastard rat had somehow managed to do something right and keep the foul creature from learning the entire thing. Even Andie knew the whoel thing, Lils ahving told her before they'd gone into hidding. Sirius wasn't sure who else knew the entire thing, but it was a damn sight more then Stumbledore thought.

Deciding to put away the depressing thoughts of the sneaky old bastard and that thrice cursed prophecy, he began to plot out his elaborate revenge against his godson and cousin. Try and have a secret relationship from

me? Have you forgotten that I am Mr. Padfoot, original member of the most reknowned pranksters in the History of Hogwarts? You shall both regret not telling me that you were dating. he began chuckling then cackling under his breath as he walked the halls, drawing curious looks from passing students and making his shadows jump and hastily draw their wands as his chuckling became full throated cackling.

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Ryoga grunted as one of the Ravenclaws he was training managed to land a blow he could actually feel. He grinned wildly, pleased to see that his training regime was working. The young man facing him had been rather scrawny and shy before the training, now he looked fit and you could see that he was in much better shape then before. As were the rest of his house mates. This had been shown as Ravenclaw had played a Quidditch match recently and for the first time in a long while, they'd managed to out play Slytherin. The chasers had been able to make longer, stronger passes and throws, allowing them to remain further from the goal in order to score. The beaters had hit the ball with a strength beyond that of the Slytherin pair, sending the bludger screaming around the pitch from one end to the other, using it to distract the keeper and allowing the chasers to throw the ball through the goal hoops as he dodged the ball.

He swung a fist, trying to get the younger boy to back away. He was surprised when instead of backing away, the boy took the hit (admittedly Ryoga was holding back, but he was still hitting hard enough to crack the training posts they used) and spung with the blow, bringing his foot up and slamming Ryoga harder then ever in the side of his head. Ryoga was stunned momentarily, more by the move and the power behind the blow, then by the blow itself. There had been a lot more ppower then he'd expected and his distraction allowed the boy to land several punches ot his midsection, taking Ryoga's breath. The boy finished the sequence with a second reverse round house kick. The move rocked Ryoga on his heels, as he'd been standing a little off balance from his earlier punch and he had to flip up and back to avoid a third kick aimed at the leg keeping him upright.

Once he landed he took a stance and held out his hands, palms forward. "Halt." he called. He was pleased to see his student halt in mid stride for a follow series of attacks, noticing the series he'd chosen as one of his own favorites when fighting those few oponents stronger then himself. "That was great, Stephen. You did those almost perfectly, and you even surprised me by taking that punch. I wasn't expecting you to do that and that let you hit me with those punches and kicks. With a little more speed and power behind you, you could have knocked me off my feet with that last kick. Very good job, Stephen. For now, I want you to practice the moves in that sequence and work on getting the kicks in faster. You spun a little slower then you need for it to work properly, and were a bit off with the punches. You should have been hitting about three inches higher into my diaphram instead of my abs. That would have knocked all my breath out and then you would have had a few extra seconds for those kicks." He nodded in dismisal and watched as the boy bowed then went to one of the wooden practice men to work on improving his speed, a wide grin on his face.

Ryoga turned to look over to the sparing session Taro was doing with another of the 3rd year Ravenclaws. Taro was a little more brutal in his approach, holding back far less then Ryoga, and being more critical in his review of the sparing match. Somehow though, the students were able to set aside any personal resentment and anger and focus on listening to the truth behind his words and working on improving themselves instead of the harshness of his statements. Being Ravenclaws, they were able to be more analytical in their approach. They had realised the first day Taro tore into one of their number that he was doing so not out of a personal attack on the young girl, but because he wanted to make sure they knew how to properly protect themselves against their enemies.

Right now there were 6 other matches going on, and Ryoga made a little tour, halting some of them and addressing individual corrections on placement and form. The rest of the Ravenclaw students were either working on improving their strength of their stamina by doing various calisthenic exercises. A few were like Stephen working at the practice men, and there were a couple simply shadow boxing. Ryoga kept an eye on Taro, still not fully trusting the older man to held his temper and pull his punches enough to remain safe for their students. Taro might have calmed down a great deal, and seemed to have gained a bit of respect from Ranma, having been chosen to go to London with the group that had visitted the Ministry, but Ryoga wasn't sure how long the civility would last. They'd had too many conflicts with the Chinese boy for every thing to have been settled simply by having Ranma advise him in taking a less embarrasing name.

Having finished his round, and seeing Taro excusing his third student, he glanced at the floated, glowing clock hanging over their training area. It was nearly time to end for the day, so he clapped his hands loudly twice, the signal for all actions to cease for the time being. "All right everyone, it's nearly time to end for the day. I want the 6th years to gather up the mats, 5th and 7th, get the weights. 1st and 4th, you get the rest of the practice gear. 2nd and 3rd. Hit the showers first." It had become standard practice to divide the clean up chores into pairs of years, with one pair being allowed to use the common shower room first. Ryoga moved over to Taro, who was towelling off from his training session. "How do you think it's working out?" he asked, pulling out his wand and banishing the clock. I love finally being better then Ranma at something, even if it has to be magic instead of fighting.

Taro grunted before grabbing abucket of water and dousing himself. Luckily, Taro and Ryoga had finally managed to get a bit of control over their curses, enough for one simple dousing of cold water. If a second bucket were dumped on Taro, he'd shift into his massive form. "Better then I thought. I haven't had the urge to pound you or Saotome into paste since the first day. And some of these twerps are finally showing a bit of talent at martial arts. As for learning magic, well it's not a big priority, but I'm glad I'm doing better then Saotome. Though from what I hear his wife is doing pretty good. Or is that husband? I can never tell which part femboy likes better."

Ryoga shook his head. "Actually, from what Ranma tells me, it no longer matters what form either of them are in to each other. It might seem weird to you and me, but it seems to work for that idiot and Akane."

Taro faced Ryoga and gave a grin. "You ever consider accidentally wandering into their room when they're both female?"

Ryoga started to frown, but his face froze as an image of a naked Ranmachan and Akane locked in a passionate embrace entered his mind. His nose threated to explode, but he was able to control himself. "Er, anyone who knows them has probably wondered about them being together as girls, Bull. But the flip side of that is this: Picture them together as guys. It should clear your head fairly quickly." Ryoga stated, pleased to note the shiver of revulsion in the other boy's form at the thought. He slapped the taller man on the shoulder. "Any way, why don't we head off to class. I don't know about you, but I finally found something that Ranma's not very good at, and I want to make sure I stay better then him. Even if it is magic."

Taro grinned and returned the friendly shoulder slap. "Damn straight, pigboy. Let's head to Charms."

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So here's another chapter. Hope you're enjoying.