AN: I spoil everything and I refuse to do history, if you don't know it go
look it up. I hate reading and writing histories that I know forward and
back and I know a lot of people do. So, make sure you know at least the
basics of each one. Sorry about the format, every time I think that I have
it right it screws up. Keep on updating and don't forget your match up
suggestions.
It's my Life Now Chapter 3
When Ranma got into the room he quickly put the Naban mirror away and he then saw how badly the boy was injured. And what he saw had him enraged beyond anything he had experienced before. Considering his life, that holds a great deal of meaning.
"Who the HELL are you! Are you one of those freak friends of his! Get out of my house now!" Vernon bellowed.
"I don't know who you are, but as I said you lay another finger on that boy and you will regret it."
"Regret this boy!" Vernon screamed as his face turned purple.
He then maliciously threw the vase that he had been holding with all of his might towards Harry.
Now had anyone but Ranma been there the vase would have assuredly hit Harry before anyone could react. But Ranma is not known as the world's best martial artist for nothing. Before Vernon even realized that the vase had left his hand Ranma was already on the move to intercept it from its course. Vernon had only blinked when he suddenly noticed that Ranma was standing in front of Harry holding the vase that he had thrown. Vernon was about to go off on how dare he stop him from disciplining his charge when he noticed Ranma's aura.
Ranma's aura was in its full glory. Licking around Ranma like a roaring fire; a blood red frightening fire. It continued to grow as Ranma realized just how much harm Vernon intended towards the small boy lying on the ground. His rage continued to grow.
"I warned you." Ranma reminded him in a toneless voice. Then all Vernon knew was pain.
Back hand Kick to the groin Crescent kick into the cupboard Ax kick into the coffee table Judo throw into the kitchen 500 punches in the blink of an eye just to even things out
By now Vernon's body was just a quivering lump of pain.
"How do you like to be on the receiving end freak. I'm taking the boy away from here, and if I ever see you again I will be sure to make you never hit anyone ever again."
Ranma went over to the injured boy and quietly told him,
"It will be alright now, I'll take care of you." Harry opened his eyes and looked up and him, his eyes full of trust and hope and said.
"Thanks." and drifted back into sweet bliss. Ranma picked him up and left the house never looking back.
After the two boys had left Petunia and Dudley came running downstairs from their hiding spot. They went over to Vernon to see how he was doing after such a severe and barbaric beating he received from the freak.
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Ranma left the house with the boy in his arms and the naban mirror hidden in subspace thanks to the Hidden Weapons Technique he learned *cough stole cough* from Mousse. Then he suddenly realized that here he is; in a new dimension holding an injured boy with nothing but the clothes on his back and the Naban mirror. In short, he was screwed.
'Oh well, first thing is first. I must help the boy, it sure is a good thing that he had been taking lessons from Dr. Tofu so that he would be able to heal himself instead of bothering the poor doctor all the time.'
He found a nearby park boardering on a forest. He then went over to a nearby bench, 'This is as good a place as any', he thought to himself. He lay the boy down and prepared himself to start healing the boy with his ki. He slowly started focusing it in himself and pushed it toward the boy, willing him to heal. Then something started happening. Strange energies took over in place of Ranma and finished the job that he started.
'Odd, very odd. This isn't ki or chi; it almost reminds me of people with the Jusenkyo curse. But not quite, it was stronger much stronger.'
Harry opened his eyes and saw a boy, no a man about 17 years old with blue eyes, black hair in a pigtail, and an obvious fighter's build. Harry felt just from looking at him that he was a kindred spirit. Someone who had gone through things that he had. If that was even possible.
"Hello, I'm Harry. Thanks for saving me back there, but who are you? Are you a wizard? Do you work for Dumbledore? How did you know to come and help me?"
The strange man gave him a funny look before he answered.
"I'm Ranma Sao...just Ranma. I'm no wizard, and I've never met one but I have had my share of magical encounters in my years. I am a martial artist though, the best in fact. No one can beat me!" he boasted, "Harry, you were pretty beat up back there, what was going on in there? And why are you healed now, I was going to fix you up but some power inside you just finished my job for me."
"Oh, I am better! Thanks for trying to help me, I guess my magic just took over my healing. It has happened once before, but I have never heard of any others being able to do it. I must really be a freak." Harry sighed.
"Hey cut that squirt. That ain't no way to talk. You survived and got stronger from it. That is all that matters, so what if you can heal yourself. So can I, only I had to teach myself you can do it instinctively." Ranma took a good long look at Harry and saw all of his scars and the bags under his eyes. Not to mention the old look he had in his eyes, they looked like the eyes of a veteran who had seen too much. He knew that feeling well, too well. "I can tell you have been through a lot, just from your scars. You are a veteran who has lived through too much for someone as young as you are supposed to be."
Harry was impressed; Ranma hit the nail on the head. He knew what Harry was thinking and feeling better than his friends. They don't understand anything, Hermione believed only what she got from books and ignored her instinct, and Ron thinks the world is black and white. How many times had he turned on him, Ron was supposed to be his friend. Now that he was thinking of Hermione he realized that there were anti-appreation wards on his uncle's house. How had Ranma gotten in there?
"Ranma, how did you get into the house? There are wards on the house prevent anyone from appearing like that, not that I don't appreciate your help or anything."
Ranma had a bashful look on his face and kind of kicked at the ground. Then came his story.
"Well it all started when I was 5 and I went on a training trip..."
Two hours later
"..so when I saw you in the Naban mirror I knew that I needed to help you and well you know the rest. By the way what do you mean you are a wizard?"
"Well it all started when I was a baby...."
Another two hours later
"...and when I got back to the Dursley's they weren't exactly appreciative of the joke from last year and you know the result of that event."
Ranma sat there for a moment thinking, you could almost hear the wheels grinding in his head.
"Well seeing that you are now in the fight for your life whether you like it or not, I am going to train you. I would like to think were friends now so friends help friends and I am pretty sure that involves keeping each other alive so what do you say Harry. Are you in?"
Harry just smiled finally finding someone who could understand him. He looked at Ranma and his smile got bigger, who knows maybe he might make it through this war after all.
"Yeah, I'm in. Thanks Ranma, I would really like you for a friend. I think that you will be able to understand me better than anybody."
"I guess I do don't I. Well squirt you are now my student; it's getting kind of late do you know of anyplace we can stay here? You may be healed now, but you are still weak we need to let you rest for a few days before we get started."
"Your right Ranma, we can go the Leaky Cauldron for a few nights."
"Alright, so now we are off."
End of Chapter 3
AN: BlazeStryker: thanks for the ideas, I may use them. And thank you to Maric Sonic Dogbertcarroll Rashin Dark Topaz Kei Shadowmage7 Kura-kun Pendragon Jen Tai Yaung Jh suname Darak Dane17
Right now the match ups are: Ranma/Hermione: 1 Ranma/Fluer: 1 Ranma/Nabiki: 1 Harry/Ukyo: 1 Harry/Cho: 1
It's my Life Now Chapter 3
When Ranma got into the room he quickly put the Naban mirror away and he then saw how badly the boy was injured. And what he saw had him enraged beyond anything he had experienced before. Considering his life, that holds a great deal of meaning.
"Who the HELL are you! Are you one of those freak friends of his! Get out of my house now!" Vernon bellowed.
"I don't know who you are, but as I said you lay another finger on that boy and you will regret it."
"Regret this boy!" Vernon screamed as his face turned purple.
He then maliciously threw the vase that he had been holding with all of his might towards Harry.
Now had anyone but Ranma been there the vase would have assuredly hit Harry before anyone could react. But Ranma is not known as the world's best martial artist for nothing. Before Vernon even realized that the vase had left his hand Ranma was already on the move to intercept it from its course. Vernon had only blinked when he suddenly noticed that Ranma was standing in front of Harry holding the vase that he had thrown. Vernon was about to go off on how dare he stop him from disciplining his charge when he noticed Ranma's aura.
Ranma's aura was in its full glory. Licking around Ranma like a roaring fire; a blood red frightening fire. It continued to grow as Ranma realized just how much harm Vernon intended towards the small boy lying on the ground. His rage continued to grow.
"I warned you." Ranma reminded him in a toneless voice. Then all Vernon knew was pain.
Back hand Kick to the groin Crescent kick into the cupboard Ax kick into the coffee table Judo throw into the kitchen 500 punches in the blink of an eye just to even things out
By now Vernon's body was just a quivering lump of pain.
"How do you like to be on the receiving end freak. I'm taking the boy away from here, and if I ever see you again I will be sure to make you never hit anyone ever again."
Ranma went over to the injured boy and quietly told him,
"It will be alright now, I'll take care of you." Harry opened his eyes and looked up and him, his eyes full of trust and hope and said.
"Thanks." and drifted back into sweet bliss. Ranma picked him up and left the house never looking back.
After the two boys had left Petunia and Dudley came running downstairs from their hiding spot. They went over to Vernon to see how he was doing after such a severe and barbaric beating he received from the freak.
^^^^^^^
Ranma left the house with the boy in his arms and the naban mirror hidden in subspace thanks to the Hidden Weapons Technique he learned *cough stole cough* from Mousse. Then he suddenly realized that here he is; in a new dimension holding an injured boy with nothing but the clothes on his back and the Naban mirror. In short, he was screwed.
'Oh well, first thing is first. I must help the boy, it sure is a good thing that he had been taking lessons from Dr. Tofu so that he would be able to heal himself instead of bothering the poor doctor all the time.'
He found a nearby park boardering on a forest. He then went over to a nearby bench, 'This is as good a place as any', he thought to himself. He lay the boy down and prepared himself to start healing the boy with his ki. He slowly started focusing it in himself and pushed it toward the boy, willing him to heal. Then something started happening. Strange energies took over in place of Ranma and finished the job that he started.
'Odd, very odd. This isn't ki or chi; it almost reminds me of people with the Jusenkyo curse. But not quite, it was stronger much stronger.'
Harry opened his eyes and saw a boy, no a man about 17 years old with blue eyes, black hair in a pigtail, and an obvious fighter's build. Harry felt just from looking at him that he was a kindred spirit. Someone who had gone through things that he had. If that was even possible.
"Hello, I'm Harry. Thanks for saving me back there, but who are you? Are you a wizard? Do you work for Dumbledore? How did you know to come and help me?"
The strange man gave him a funny look before he answered.
"I'm Ranma Sao...just Ranma. I'm no wizard, and I've never met one but I have had my share of magical encounters in my years. I am a martial artist though, the best in fact. No one can beat me!" he boasted, "Harry, you were pretty beat up back there, what was going on in there? And why are you healed now, I was going to fix you up but some power inside you just finished my job for me."
"Oh, I am better! Thanks for trying to help me, I guess my magic just took over my healing. It has happened once before, but I have never heard of any others being able to do it. I must really be a freak." Harry sighed.
"Hey cut that squirt. That ain't no way to talk. You survived and got stronger from it. That is all that matters, so what if you can heal yourself. So can I, only I had to teach myself you can do it instinctively." Ranma took a good long look at Harry and saw all of his scars and the bags under his eyes. Not to mention the old look he had in his eyes, they looked like the eyes of a veteran who had seen too much. He knew that feeling well, too well. "I can tell you have been through a lot, just from your scars. You are a veteran who has lived through too much for someone as young as you are supposed to be."
Harry was impressed; Ranma hit the nail on the head. He knew what Harry was thinking and feeling better than his friends. They don't understand anything, Hermione believed only what she got from books and ignored her instinct, and Ron thinks the world is black and white. How many times had he turned on him, Ron was supposed to be his friend. Now that he was thinking of Hermione he realized that there were anti-appreation wards on his uncle's house. How had Ranma gotten in there?
"Ranma, how did you get into the house? There are wards on the house prevent anyone from appearing like that, not that I don't appreciate your help or anything."
Ranma had a bashful look on his face and kind of kicked at the ground. Then came his story.
"Well it all started when I was 5 and I went on a training trip..."
Two hours later
"..so when I saw you in the Naban mirror I knew that I needed to help you and well you know the rest. By the way what do you mean you are a wizard?"
"Well it all started when I was a baby...."
Another two hours later
"...and when I got back to the Dursley's they weren't exactly appreciative of the joke from last year and you know the result of that event."
Ranma sat there for a moment thinking, you could almost hear the wheels grinding in his head.
"Well seeing that you are now in the fight for your life whether you like it or not, I am going to train you. I would like to think were friends now so friends help friends and I am pretty sure that involves keeping each other alive so what do you say Harry. Are you in?"
Harry just smiled finally finding someone who could understand him. He looked at Ranma and his smile got bigger, who knows maybe he might make it through this war after all.
"Yeah, I'm in. Thanks Ranma, I would really like you for a friend. I think that you will be able to understand me better than anybody."
"I guess I do don't I. Well squirt you are now my student; it's getting kind of late do you know of anyplace we can stay here? You may be healed now, but you are still weak we need to let you rest for a few days before we get started."
"Your right Ranma, we can go the Leaky Cauldron for a few nights."
"Alright, so now we are off."
End of Chapter 3
AN: BlazeStryker: thanks for the ideas, I may use them. And thank you to Maric Sonic Dogbertcarroll Rashin Dark Topaz Kei Shadowmage7 Kura-kun Pendragon Jen Tai Yaung Jh suname Darak Dane17
Right now the match ups are: Ranma/Hermione: 1 Ranma/Fluer: 1 Ranma/Nabiki: 1 Harry/Ukyo: 1 Harry/Cho: 1
