Healing the Broken

Harry glanced around the alley he had appeared in. On one building he noticed several cameras that seemed fried.

'Must have happened from the backlash of me appearing here,' he thought.

It was a relief that he hadn't revealed himself just yet, as the only thing he knew about this world is that two women, one with a sword and the other with nothing except her fists, seemed to be able to fight off a bunch of soldiers with guns. He didn't know about revealing what he could do right when he had shown up, later more than likely, but not right away.

His head snapped to the building next to him as the feelings of despair and loneliness crashed into him. His eyes narrowed at the feeling as it was seemed even stronger than his when he was younger. That worried Harry immensely as his past was horrible and he couldn't imagine someone feeling worse than him and had really hoped he wouldn't find someone like that.

Making up his mind he reached into a pouch and pulled out his Invisibility Cloak then threw over himself. He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings he felt. After zeroing in on them he spun around and disappeared with a silent pop.

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Harry reappeared in a small room with nothing but a bed and a table. However, he barely noticed anything as he looked at the only other person in the room. Despite himself Harry felt his breath hitch.

On the bed was an absolutely beautiful woman. She had short brown hair and sharp features. She wasn't wearing anything but a lab coat that showed her smooth long pale legs and the top was opened to expose most of her breasts. However, two things had the most of his attention. The first was the strange symbol on her forehead exactly where his scar used to be the most prominent. The biggest portion was that of a bird with a yin-yang symbol directly below it with four tomoe surrounding the symbol, two on each side.

That, while interesting, didn't hold the most of his focus. No, it was her dull and empty eyes and expressionless face. Harry didn't like that look on anyone let alone someone as beautiful as her.

He looked deeper at her, using a special power he possessed. He had gained several abilities when he'd become 'master' of Death. One was that he could take a small piece of someone's soul either willingly, when they were dying, or forcibly, killing them in the process. This power allowed him to take not only the magic the person possessed, but if they had a magical ability he could copy it or, in the case of different species, take one of their characteristics, such as a vampires inhuman speed.

Another power he had was what he was using now. He was able to see one's soul and see if it was tainted, corrupt, broken, or split. The difference between a soul being split and broken is that being split is done by the person themselves and a soul being broken is caused by an outside force. There was also a difference between tainted and corrupt. Tainted was when a soul was infected with something not a part of them. Corruption had several levels. There were those like Fudge that were corrupt, but not necessarily evil. Then there were people like the Dursley's where they were bastards, but not the worst kind of people, Dudley had gotten better, but that happened later. Lastly, there were people like Lucius, Bellatrix, and Riddle who were absolutely irredeemable.

The last power was that he could alter one's soul. Such as healing it, purifying it, or disconnecting something from it to either remove or so it doesn't get out of control so easily.

When he looked at her soul, Harry was momentarily stunned by what he saw. The woman's soul seemed to glow slightly and a power seemed to emanate from it. However, for some reason he had the feeling that her soul was actually dimmer than it should have been. When he saw the tell tale sign of her soul being broken he was sure of it. All over her soul were fractures that, while dimming her soul, actually seemed to increase her power.

Coming to a decision Harry cast a translation charm on himself just to be safe before flaring enough of his magic to short circuit any cameras or listening devices that might be in the room. A second later, he heard a multitude of electronic devices short circuiting.

What somewhat surprised him though was that almost the moment he flared his magic the woman whirled around and stared at him despite him being invisible.

'Though with whatever that power she has I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that she could sense me,' he thought to himself.

Somewhere in the building at the same time…

Three women that were lazing around in a rec room suddenly shot up, having felt a flare of power nearby.

"What the hell was that!?" a woman with pink hair that was done in a side ponytail shouted.

"I don't know," the one with long gray hair done in a ponytail started. She got up and, after grabbing her sword, started for the door. "But I'm going to find out," she finished with a rather vicious grin.

The last woman, who had short light gray hair, hesitated when she felt the power. It felt immensely warm and she felt herself wanting to find the source of the power. Having an idea what this meant, the woman jumped to her feet and shot out of the room and followed behind her companions.

'I hope I can get them to stop if I'm right,' she thought.

Back in the room...

Akitsu didn't know what exactly it was that she felt, but she knew it was a surge of power. Her eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise as a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He looked like he was twenty, had unruly black hair, emerald green eyes, and a faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He was wearing a dark blue shirt, blue pants, a strange black hide trench coat with his boots and fingerless gloves made of the same hide.

She backed up slightly in fright. She didn't know who this man was, but that kind of power was something that only Sekirei possessed and she didn't want to be deactivated even if she couldn't find an Ashikabi.

Seeming to notice her fear, the man approached slowly with his hands in the air. She watched as he slowly walked to her as her expression returned to being expressionless, but their was an ounce of fear in her otherwise dull eyes. When he reached her, he knelt down in front of her.

"I can help you," he said softly. Akitsu's eyes snapped to his. "I know that your soul has been damaged." This time her eyes widened noticeably, and she started looking for the lie that she knew was there. However all she saw was honesty, a burning desire to help, she could see hints of anger, and, what surprised and confused her, understanding. "I have the ability to fix your soul if you'll let me as coming into contact with one's soul takes a great deal of trust."

"You can really help me?" she asked quietly after a moment. "You can let me meet my Ashikabi?" She had lost all hope on finding one, but this man had seemed to actually be able to see her soul so he might be able to help her.

The man gave her a smile. There was a great deal of care and warmth in his smile and it made her heart race.

"I don't know what that is, but if it has to do with your soul then yes I can," he answered standing and holding out a hand. "However, it will take some time to do and we should probably get out of here because I can sense several people on their way here." He paused for a moment before adding, "And one seems incredibly bloodthirsty."

Akitsu hesitated at first, but quickly took his hand at his last sentence. He pulled her to her feet and tossed his Cloak over them both before placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I'd brace myself if I were you," he cautioned.

Nodding, she tried to prepare herself for whatever he was going to do. She noticed several things before the world seemed to twist. She heard several thuds before the door was slashed open and the Black Sekirei barged in with the Red Sekirei right behind her.

Akitsu felt like she was being squeezed through a straw for a moment before the feeling was gone. Her knees gave out and would have fallen to the ground if the man didn't wrap an arm around her waist to help her stay up.

Before they could do anything twin shouts of anger erupted from the building they had come from to which made the man burst out laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Akitsu asked, her voice monotonous, but tilting her head curiously.

After calming himself, he looked down at her and said, "Before I answer that how about we introduce ourselves? I'm Harry Potter."

"Akitsu," she said simply.

Harry arched a brow at her not giving a last name, but shrugged it off. He began grinning again as he thought about what had just happened.

"To answer your question from before, I was laughing because I was the reason that they screamed like that," he said.

"What did you do and why did you do it?"

His grin dimmed a little when she asked why. "For the why it's because I couldn't just leave and not do something, even if it was juvenile and not even the people who did this to you."

Akitsu felt her heart flutter and her cheeks flushed slightly. 'What's happening?' she wondered. Her eyes then widened slightly, 'Is this..? Could I possibly be..? But I'm broken.'

"As for the first part of your question," he started, interrupting her thoughts, his smile brightening once more. "I dropped what I call Perfume Bombs. Something me and a friend of mine came up with that is the opposite of a prank item called a Dung Bomb. When the bomb goes off, instead of stink, a perfume fills the room and clings to anyone around the bomb when it goes off. We mainly used it on guys or women that either think perfume is for dainty girls or just plain don't like it." His grin widened as he finished, "The scent will linger on them for a week or so no matter what they try and the one I used on those two was strawberry scented. I think it's rather fitting considering the bloodlust that came from one and the irrational anger from the other."

Akitsu couldn't help, but crack a small smile at the thought of Karasuba and Benitsubasa smelling like strawberries for a week.

"The strange thing," he started again, his expression turning thoughtful, "is that I sensed another person there. So either they weren't caught in the blast or they don't care about the smell." Harry thought for a moment before shrugging and stepping out from under the Cloak and said, "Akitsu I think it would be best for you to stay under that until we find a room to stay in. I'm sure that they have more cameras around the building and I don't want them to try and stop us, nor do I want them to know that I was the one that got you out." 'At least not yet. With her, and if I'm right the other three's, power I'm sure that I will show myself to them at some point,' he thought.

Harry turned and left the alley, Akitsu following right behind him. Turning right, he made his way away from the building, which Akitsu told him was called Teito Tower, and started to search for a hotel for them to stay in. A couple blocks away from the Tower, they reached a hotel and Harry rented a room. Luckily, he had some of pretty much every type of currency from every country in his world. Renting a room with a queen size bed, he'd just sleep on the floor or the couch if it had one, the two made their way up to it.

Stepping inside, Harry looked around the room. He saw the queen bed with two nightstands on either side, the walls had vertical multicolored blue stripes, the ceiling was a solid blue, and the floor was carpeted steel gray. A wide dresser was opposite the bed with a widescreen TV on it. He felt Akitsu walk passed him and into the room proper. When she was in she let the Invisibility Cloak fall to the floor around her feet. Harry glanced away from the woman feeling his face heat up.

"So I see your saving people thing is still going strong," a voice said happily. A woman suddenly appeared on the bed. She had midnight black hair, skin almost as pale as a skeleton, and red eyes. She was wearing a cloak that showed a generous amount of her D-cup bust.

Harry groaned, wishing Hermione hadn't come up with the phrase, even though he used it himself. Akitsu immediately went into a defensive stance, but relaxed when Harry spoke up.

"Yes Morana, it is, but I'm sure even if I didn't have such an… inclination I would still help her. Especially with my past," he said, finishing softly.

Morana's smile fell, "I'm absolutely certain that you would."

Silence reigned as Akitsu glanced between the two. She couldn't help, but feel worried about the woman before her. Who was she to him? Would he even want her with the other woman there? Despite having only met him, Akitsu wanted to stay with the man.

Was she his Sekirei? But he didn't know what an Ashikabi was so that couldn't be it however only Sekirei should have any sort of power. Though she still wasn't sure about her rescuer.

Having felt and seen her mounting fear, Harry suddenly clapped his hands, purposefully breaking her from her self induced panic.

"Well, I think it's time to get started on healing you. But first," he said, waving his hand. Akitsu's eyes widened in shock as clothes suddenly appeared on the bed. A green V-neck shirt, dark green jeans*, and light blue bra and panties.

Harry turned around with a blush on his face from having to conjure a bra and panties. He heard rustling behind him, telling him that she was getting dressed. After a moment the sound stopped and he turned around. The shirt covered a good deal of her breasts, but still showed a good deal. However, to do what he needed he had to be in contact with her with nothing between the two of them.

"Alright, please lay on the bed Akitsu," he said. Morana got up as the Sekirei moved to lay down. Once she had Harry stood next to her. He placed one hand on her head and one on her chest** and said, "I need you to relax as best you can. If you are tense, worried, or something it will make it slightly more difficult. I could still do it, but it makes it harder."

Akitsu nodded slightly before closing her eyes and trying to relax. It wasn't easy after so long of being tense and on guard, but after a few minutes managed to calm herself and relax. She suddenly felt a warmth touch her Tama and she fully relaxed as she let the feeling wash through her.

"Shite," Harry suddenly cursed.

She felt her spirits drop as she figured that meant he couldn't do anything.

"Hey now none of that," he said, before her depressing thoughts got too far. "I'm just worried because your soul is more damaged than I thought. The damage isn't too deep, but they aren't just surface damage like I thought. This will take slightly longer than before." He glanced down and noticed Akitsu's questioning gaze on her otherwise blank face. "I'm an empath. I could feel you getting sad."

Akitsu was still rather confused since humans didn't have any kind powers or abilities. The man standing above her was very different from the few people she had met. From his personality to the powers he possessed he was more than any man she knew.

He fell silent and focused once again on healing the woman's soul. While it was true that healing a soul wasn't quick, it would take even longer with her. The reason being is that he had never come across someone like her. He could tell that she wasn't human, but she wasn't like anything he had come across. There seemed to be some similarity to Veela, but she was still something else entirely.

Another reason it would take so long to heal was that, other the different species thing, he was going to make sure to memorize what her soul was like. He had a feeling that those three that he had sensed before, and those two he saw in the arch now that he thought about it, were like her, so there were others more than likely. So he made sure to memorize her souls structure just in case he needed to do this again.

It took two and a half hours, but Harry was able to fully heal her soul. Taking a deep breath, Harry removed his hands from the woman and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well, your soul should be completely-" he started, but was cut off when Akitsu shot up and crashed her lips against his. He was shocked at the action, but he instinctively leant into it, feeling that pulling away would hurt her in more ways than one. Her lips were cold, but not unpleasantly so, and crisp. Even Morana looked stunned about what was happening.

Harry suddenly felt a small amount of his magic being siphoned from him. It wasn't enough to be alarming, but neither was it insignificant. He also felt something trying to meld with his soul. Having something try to mess with his soul before he nearly lashed out, but managed to stop himself when he felt that it didn't feel anything like Voldemort. His eyes widened and was very surprised when he saw what looked like ice blue wings of light erupt from her Sekirei Crest, that had moved to her back. What no one noticed was the triangle that surrounded the yin-yang symbol and the line going down the middle of both.

After a minute Akitsu pulled back and, with a flushed face, said, "This is the ice of my pledge. Shatter the misfortunes of my Ashikabi."

'What the bloody hell just happened and what have I got myself into this time?' Harry thought, looking down at the woman that was now snuggling into his chest with a small, but happy smile. He sighed before smiling slightly himself, 'Well whatever happened it's obvious, from what just happened and what she said, I'm this Ashikabi she was worried about not finding and it's very important to her. Whatever happens I'll protect her from anyone that tries to take away what makes her happy.'

"Which is you~," Morana's voice sung in his head.

Mentally sighing, Harry just petted Akitsu's head and making her let out an almost purring sound. "Well she won't have to worry about me leaving her, in any sense of the word," he replied. "Now Akitsu," he spoke aloud getting the woman's attention. "How about you explain to me about you, what you are, and what's likely going on." He chuckled slightly at her surprised look, "It isn't that hard to put together with how you seem to be another species of some kind and the building you were in." He glanced at her, "So explain?"

* In case no one noticed I have absolutely no idea about describing clothing, colors that go together, kinds of clothes, or just describing things in general.

** Just so people know, whenever I say chest when talking about a woman I don't mean their breasts I mean the area above them. The only time that wouldn't apply is if I put that they crossed their arms under their chest.