Harry looked up as a shadow blocked the sun from his view and smiled at the frowning visage of Pansy Parkinson. "Can I help you," he asked.

"Get down here," she said. "Your wives are worried."

"I'm magnetized to the car. They've got nothing to worry about."

"It's supposed to rain, you idiot."

"Oh…" Harry glanced along the train and sure enough, the Hogwarts Express was heading towards a series of dark clouds. "Dammit!"

"Get. Down. Here."

"Make m…" Harry stopped talking as he found himself within a digital space and blinked before looking around. "Sonofa… Hey!" As he was in the space, he decided to look around. He flew through the wireframe and saw several data nodes lining the way. He stopped by one and accessed it and blushed instantly as he saw fantasies involving himself and Pansy in multiple sexual positions. He closed the node and shook himself before he found himself back in the physical world with Pansy wearing a matching shade of red on her cheeks as himself.

"What's with the blushing," asked Susan.

"Windburn," said both Technomancers at once. Daphne grinned slightly at her future sister wife's confused face before standing up and kissing Harry on the cheek.

"Thank you for listening for once," she said.

"He was stubborn," said Pansy as she crossed her arms. They were currently on the Hogwarts Express as it headed to the illustrious school for their Third Year. In the year since the Battle of Lyon, they, as well as the other Technomancers and allies, had changed significantly. Harry still wore the usual suits but had made a few changes to his equipment. Instead of the Sonic Multitool and storing his weapons in his pockets or digital space in his phone, a modified watch was given to him by the mysterious tailors of Kingsman. He and Holly had been unsuccessful in learning more about the supposed tailors but had come up short. Not even Moody, who was finally retired after the events in Lyon, could find more about them. His hair was longer than in first year and slicked back much like Sosuke Aizen's. Pansy cut her hair in a pixie cut fashion with a single bang covering her right eye and circuit tattoos lining her face, a choice her father was less than pleased with.

"What else is new," asked Daphne with a grin. Her hair was shoulder length and dyed to be more of an icy white than its normal blonde. On her wrist was a smart watch of Harry's design capable of linking with the latest mobile device from DMT, the Onyx. A smart phone with a two-terabyte storage space and the first of its kind regarding download speed. Apple was putting up a little fight in trying to match their latest best seller but had fallen flat on their ass. Harry's ego had skyrocketed when he noticed the sales difference between the two companies. Only Akagi Industries and another tech company, Rob-Co, had managed to keep up with Harry's innovations to the field of technology.

"Olivia can float," said Harry with a grin. Susan smiled.

"She's instinctively learning how to use her powers," she asked. Susan's hair was longer and tied back into a ponytail. Currently folded in her lap was a book on modern medicine in the Mundane World which she was reading up on to try and see how well the Magical and Mundane Worlds could integrate in the medical field when Revelation Day came. She took off her reading glasses and turned to him. "Have you been helping her?"

"Only to stop from hitting ceiling fans. She's only one for crying out loud. She doesn't fully understand me yet."

"I know. But babies learn from watching and observing. You're her godbrother. It's your job to look after her."

"I know." Harry sighed and sat in the seat next to her. Daphne took the seat next to him and glanced up at Pansy with a sly grin. Pansy caught it and shifted slightly.

"I'll see you guys later," she said. "I have to help Draco with a project he's been working on."

"Cyber City, right?"

"Yeah. Why didn't you offer to help him?"

"Because of the ship. I still don't know if Kessler has implanted some hidden code in my brain to coerce certain actions. And I don't know where to look first."

"What about the Onyx then?"

"That was Gaby's programming."

"Isn't she coming here," asked Daphne.

"Yeah. She transferred here. Said she was flying over instead of taking the train."

"It'll be good to see her again."

"Where's Story?"

"Server Room. She's gaming."

"Who would I be to interrupt her then?"

"Harry MacGrath," deadpanned the girls.

"Please don't," said Daphne. "Last time she wouldn't stop complaining for a week."

"Fine. I'll leave her be. Hey, did Dumbledore contact any of you before today?"

"No," said Susan. "Why?"

"I don't know. I received a letter from him yesterday to meet him directly after the sorting."

"Maybe it has something to deal with the increase in students this year," said Pansy.

"Meaning," asked Daphne.

"Last year, I helped Dumbledore set up an online server for Hogwarts. Ilvermorny is more modern, we should be as well especially with people transferring from other schools to be tutored by the First." She grinned at Harry who simply adjusted his cufflinks.

"Sonofa…"

"You're a popular guy, dear," said Susan. "In both Worlds. Of course people would jump to get a chance at learning from you."

"I'm still just a student!"

"But you're one of the most experienced Technomancers in the world," said Daphne. "That kind of renown is a double-edged sword. More opportunities, more fans."

"It's the fans thing I don't like. I barely tolerate Colin stalking me on a daily basis."

"Incoming," said Luna as she entered the car. Luna's hair was longer than in First Year and was tied into a bun. On her ears were earrings that looked like radishes and around her neck was a necklace like her father's. She dug into Harry's trunk before plopping it into his lap and draping his cloak over him. Before anyone could speak, she sat down as Colin Creevey opened the door.

"Hey guys," he said, a digital camera strapped around his neck. "Have any of you seen Harry?"

"He's not here, Colin," said Susan. "Try checking somewhere else."

"Darn it," he said before closing the door to the car.

"You can't keep avoiding him." She removed the cloak from over his head.

"It's better than enduring the Potter questions. I swear, he doesn't care about any of my actual accomplishments, he thinks the books are the real thing."

"It wouldn't be a problem if you just dealt with the publishers in the first place," said Daphne.

"I'm better off just distancing myself as far away from the Potter name as possible. It's gotten me only three things. Dead parents, bad relatives, and no childhood until I was seven."

"You need to take up your Lordship when you come of age," said Pansy. "It's the only way your family's magic and accounts remain active and you can still marry Susan and Daphne. As well as someone else if you feel so inclined to do so," she muttered the last part, hoping the subject of her crush didn't hear.

"We've talked about that," said Susan. "There's a way around it, but we don't have any guarantees if it'll work."

"And that way is?"

"Starting a new Family Line," said Harry. "The first Cryo-Technomancer Family Line."

"The MacGrath Line," said Daphne. "If Harry continues to want to distance himself from the Potter name, if we're to remain together we need a family name to keep with traditions."

"We both thought of this," said Susan. "We agreed it was the best course of action when we're ready to be married." They took Harry's hands in each of their own and smiled.

"As long as you're happy then," said Luna as she read a magazine upside down.

"Luna," said Harry. "What are you…"

"Seer secret, Harry. Drop the matter, please."

"Seer secret?"

"I said drop it. By the way, here's your wand back." Harry frowned as he snatched the wand back as a girl chuckled in the doorway.

"That's the second best pick pocketing I've ever seen," she said. They looked up and spotted Susan's Housemate, Megan Jones.

"There's no one better than me," said Luna.

"My cousin EZ, would beg to differ."

"What's up, Megan," asked Susan.

"Oh, I was hoping to ask Harry about something I wanted made."

"There are other Technomancers, Megan."

"True, but Harry's got the funds to actually make something."

"And there's the slap in the face," muttered Luna.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to…"

"It's fine. Just remembered how little income the Quibbler actually makes annually. I really should talk with Isabel or Danzo about selling some designs…"

"Problem for later," said Harry. "In the meantime, why don't you work with Megan on this. We'll be in Hogwarts and me and Izzy have already stocked up materials for the Bunker this year. You can help her out, maybe even start up your own business so you don't have to rely on DMT so much."

"Isabel doesn't mind."

"No, but if you're worried about money, we can either hire you or help you with a start up."

"Thanks Harry." She turned to Megan. "Alright. What was it you wanted to work on?" Luna followed her out of the car and Harry sighed.

"Can this year just be over with already?"

"No such luck," said Susan.

A few hours later, they were almost at Hogsmeade village and the rain had gotten worse. Harry stood in his school suit and looked out the caboose windows. "Well," said Draco. "This is going to suck." Draco was wearing the school robes and had a watch similar to Daphne's on his wrist. His hair was cut short and one could notice the faint outline of circuit lines on his neck just above his collar.

"It is. I'd hoped that it would let up before we got to the station but…" He sighed and turned to the Gryffindor. "Gather the other Technomancers. Tell them we're going to be waiting for a bit until one of the teachers can help us get to the carriages and…" He was interrupted as the door to the car opened. He turned around and spotted a girl wearing a long dark green cloak having just entered the cart. "Hello. Are you one of the transfer students?" She glared at him slightly. Harry could tell she was the same age as them. She had fair skin and bright green eyes similar to his. Any other features were covered up by the cloak and its hood.

"Are you Harry Potter," she asked. Harry sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Once, just once…"

"Don't start," said Draco. "This whole 'Call me MacGrath' thing is getting old."

"I don't want to be known as Harry Potter the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. I want to be known as a great inventor and…" Harry noticed movement and ducked under a thorn sword made of obsidian and looked at the girl. She looked at him with angry, hate filled eyes. "I'm sorry, have we met?" The girl screamed and swung the sword at him. Harry avoided and Materialized his katana before blocking the next strike. "I don't know where you're from but around here, it's considered impolite to try and kill someone without reason."

"Shut up," she said as she kicked him. Draco stood off to the side and watched the fight as he messaged the others to look in on the Gibraltar feed. Harry deflected a strike before Flash Stepping behind her. She growled and turned around, slashing at his head. Harry blocked it, all the while keeping a calm mind. "This is all your fault!"

"What is?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, murderer!" Harry stumbled slightly as the train came to a sudden stop. He looked down as he heard a creaking and saw plants shoot from the floor around the two.

"Floramancy. Why do all of these lost arts keep popping up?"

"Your luck is very odd," said Draco as he started munching on a chocolate frog.

"Stop enjoying this."

"No. You have enough girls fawning over you. Nice to see one trying to kill you for once."

"Shut up."

"Stop treating this so casually," shouted the girl.

"No offense, but I've faced more dangerous threats than you, Plant Girl." Harry deflected a lunge and bumping her aside casually.

"That reminds me, the public has some new hero names for us," said Draco.

"Not that again." He rolled aside and blocked a series of slashes while avoiding vines trying to wrap around his legs and limit his mobility.

"No, you're gonna like the names. They based them off of the Olympians this time."

"Now's not the time." Harry blocked a slash and pushed the girl back. "You're persistent, aren't you?"

"Hate tends to make people like that," she said as she glared at him.

"Why do you hate me?"

"You're arrogant, obnoxious, you always think you're right…" started Draco.

"You…" he pointed at Draco. "…shut up. And you…" He turned to the girl only to avoid her sword covering itself with flames and arcing to slice him in half. It melted through the bottom of the train and Harry winced slightly at how close it was to his privates. "Easy! I need those down the line!"

"Would you help," asked Daphne as she walked into the cart, her eyes on Draco.

"Not my fight," he replied. "Besides, your betrothed fought terrorists and rode a fucking Storm Dragon, I think he can handle himself."

"Not the point," shouted Harry as wind started blowing through the holes made by the plants and increased the size of the flames. "Oh, fuck me…"

"I think that's Daphne's job." Daphne said nothing and simply froze Draco's chest to the wall he was leaning on before stepping forward and grabbing the sword, freezing it back to normal before glancing at Harry.

"Did you forget you could do this too," she asked.

"To be honest, yes. I don't really have too much practice with my Cryomancy."

"You're lucky you're handsome." She turned to the girl who was now glaring at her. "Can you explain why you were trying to kill my fiancé?"

"He's the reason my village was destroyed," she declared, wrenching her sword free and aiming the blade at him.

"What village," asked Harry. He Digitized his katana once more and stood up. The girl stared at his hands slightly as the sword disappeared. "If you're talking about in some mobile game, that account is her sister's not mine."

"Is this some kind of joke to you?!"

"If it is, I'm missing the punch line." The girl growled as Holly appeared on his shoulder. Harry blinked and looked at her as the girl stared in surprise.

"Miss," she said. "If you would kindly calm down and explain what is going on, things would be easier to work with and less violent. For now, at least, please remove your plants from the car and from in front of the train so we can get moving again. I'm sure the staff at Hogwarts would love to know why you're attacking Harry."

"You've…" said the girl. "Been chosen by the Fae?" Harry and Holly blinked.

"The Fae," they asked.

"That's not one of my kin," said a voice from nowhere. Harry blinked as a bright orb of light shot from the girl's cloak, knocking down the hood and revealing slightly pointed ears. Harry started fiddling with his cufflinks as he realized he was unintentionally staring at the girl. "What are you, blue on," asked the orb.

"I'm Holly, Harry's personalized Artificial Intelligence assistant."

"A what?"

"She's a computer," said Draco as he used his Raikiri Yari to melt the ice around him.

"What in the name of Gaea is a…"

"Mother told me about them," said the girl. "They are like… grimoires, right?"

"More like a library," said Harry. Harry glanced at the plants. "Um, if you wouldn't mind… we need to get going again." The girl sighed and snapped, the plants receding down their holes. Harry nodded before they felt the train start moving again.

"I thought faeries couldn't be anywhere near iron," said Daphne.

"Most can't," said the girl. "But a number of years ago, a man came by our village. He created some sort of potion and the adults were suddenly given resistances to the human instruments." Harry growled softly before rubbing his temples.

"Kessler," he muttered.

"I believe that was his name, yes," said the faerie.

"Figures he would have his hand in this." Harry turned to her. "So, what did you mean when you said it was all my fault? Are you talking about one of the Hidden World Sanctuaries? Has it been destroyed?" All at once, her hostility returned, and she growled.

"It's because of you that our village was destroyed!" She aimed her sword at his neck. "By that monster!" Harry turned serious as he grabbed the blade, cutting himself as he moved it from his neck.

"What monster?"

(Unknown Location)

M sighed as she sat in her room in Harper's headquarters. The last year since Lyons, she'd been on thin ice with her employer. Because of her closeness with Harry, she'd been under a microscope and barely given her privacy. All of her calls were monitored, her time at Ryuga was over and she was being instructed in magic by members of Harper's staff. Added to the tasks Harper ordered her to undertake such as tracking down the Beast created by Barty Crouch Jr., and…

"Miranda," said a kind voice behind her. Miranda frowned slightly before putting on a kind smile and turning to the woman behind her she was forced to treat as a mother. "How are your studies going?"

"Well,… Mum. Very well. I just wish I…"

"You wish you were with these friends you're always telling me about?" Miranda nodded. Miranda's mother thought for a moment before smiling. "Then you should."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I figured I could use my new powers to bring you to them."

"You mean your magic?" Her 'mother' smiled, emerald eyes glinting in the lamplight of the room they were in.

"I guess I should get used to calling it that. Mr. Harper is not going to get in the way of you seeing your friends."

"And how exactly are we going to do that?" Miranda. Her 'mother' grinned as her scarlet hair grew out slightly and scales extended from her skin. Miranda stared slightly at the odd sight. "Is it too late to say…" Within moments, Miranda was picked up, placed on her 'mother's' back, and the two bolted from their apartment, leaving her phone behind. Miranda screamed in surprise and a slight amount of fear as they crashed through a roof at high speeds and into the sun filled sky before instinct seemed to take over and they sped eastward. Below in the complex, Jack Harper watched the events unfold and took a drag of his cigarette, a ghost of a smile on his face.

(Vatican City)

A single man stood in front of the entrance to Vatican Section 13 and grinned. He snapped and a uniformed man handed him a radio. "Herren." He said to the men behind him. "Sie konnen den Angriff beginnen." He smirked as several armed men bearing a black swastika on their shoulder charged forward with supernatural speed. "Bald, Fraulein Daniels. Ich werde alles von dir nehmen." He grinned as he heard the screams of terror and anger coming from the building and took out the cigar he had in his mouth before smashing it under his boot. "Genau wie du mir alles weggenomen hast."

(Author's Notes)

Someone who speaks German can you please tell me if this is correct. I would ask a friend of mine if it is, but I can't get ahold of her.