A/N: Finally, my muse is letting me work on this! After that little excursion with my inner-romantic, it's back to all the action as Fei and Harry (ladies first) return to business: trashing each other while getting Cards!

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Card Captor Harry

by Shadow Crystal Mage

Card 9, The Silent: Swords and Sorcery

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Card Captor Sakura. I don't know how anyone could think I do. People all know better, don't they?

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Harry gulped nervously, eyes parting around for openings out of this trap. There were none. His hunters were too good, their strategy too effective. He was doomed.

The hunters had been patient. Professional. They'd waited, bid their time, waiting until he'd let his guard down.

Then… they'd struck!

Their ambush had been planned such that he wouldn't try to escape. Their containment method was such that people wouldn't be suspicious of why he was remaining in one place.

And now, the hunters were about to try to reap the fruits of their labor. Harry wasn't stupid. He knew he'd crack very quickly under their evil methods. Still, he was determined to resist for as long as possible. He was a Gryffindor, after al!

"So," Hermione said, that evil Mitsune-Kitsune-and-Jiraiya grin plastered on her face. "Details! We want details. We want every juicy, hot, steamy nugget of everything that happened!"

Harry prayed Kero would find a suitable Card Captor to take care of his dear girls should he not survive the interrogation.

Funny. He'd never thought of the Cards as 'his dear girls' before…

That was his last thought before the evil Dark Lady Hermione began her torture.

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Fei was on cloud nine, which was a half-block from the silver lining and down the road from over the rainbow. Since she wasn't really a 'shout-to-the-skies-for-joy' kind of person, her euphoria was being expressed in a rather serene, secretive smile, which was really creeping out her fellow Slytherins as they wondered what she had in mind.

Two straight dates with Winter. Two! Granted, Potter had been there, but so what? That was more than her cousin could claim after meeting his girlfriend. It took him a year, two conniving brats, and exposure to enough sweetness to almost give him diabetes for him to even try to make a move.

Fe's smile slipped a little as this thought passed through her head. Another blush threatened to flush her cheeks (and neck, and chest, and arms, and legs…), but she restrained it, not wanting to be seen like that in public. Girlfriend. That word had a nice ring to it. Girlfriend… the more she said it, the nicer it sounded.

Suppressing the irrational urge to giggle, she tried to keep a straight face as she headed for the Great Hall…

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Harry tried to keep an eye on Hermione as they made their way to breakfast. She'd been muttering things under her breath ever since they'd left Gryffindor tower.

For some reason, she'd been rather put off to learn that his 'dates' with Winter weren't the cozy affairs she'd imagined them to be. At first she'd nodded, and he could have sworn she muttered something about how he'd still be able to get laid later. He'd shaken it off as his imagination, until he got to the parts about Lee. It was then she'd started muttering darkly, which really creeped Harry out, as he wasn't used to Hermione being this blatantly weird.

As they reached the Entrance Hall, Hermione stopped muttering, and Harry had a split-second to breath a sigh of relief when he made eye contact with Lee.

Familiar instincts kicked in, and the two of them started bashing each other without so much as an opening 'greeting'. Instead, they went straight to the 'good stuff' they usually had to build up to. It was a welcome change for Harry after the grilling he'd gotten, and Lee apparently found it so as well. He'd somehow found out how to tell her mood while they did this, and it seemed like she was actually cheerful this morning! He was as well, although Hermione had killed it a little.

They'd gone past insulting each other's Houses and were well into hitting each other with creative word-combinations when Harry felt someone approaching that made his blood run cold. The way Lee's eye's widened in fear meant she'd felt it too. Suddenly, what had started out as morning stress relief became something far more dangerous.

Thinking quickly, Harry let out as disgusted snort, and turned his back on Lee, saying quite loudly, "Feh! You're not worth my time, you (censored for inappropriate content)!"

Harry could tell that Lee was grateful for the move by the way she yelled, "Come back here, you (censored for even more inappropriate content)!"

The two of them managed to slip into the Great Hall before Winter showed up. Phew, that was close!

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Ron and Hermione kept giving him funny looks as the three of them made their way to the North Tower for Divination.

Finally, Harry rolled his eyes and decided to get straight to the point. "What?" he said.

The two exchanged looks, as if wondering which of them should be the first to talk. Harry rolled again and made an impatient sound. "Spit it out you two! I promise not to bite your heads off."

"Uh, you see mate," Ron began, "we were wondering what was up with that business with Lee in the Entrance Hall. You two usual keep going at each other until a professor arrives, or Percy."

Harry's mouth twisted slightly. "Oh. That. I wasn't really in the mood, so I decided to leave her hanging."

The two exchanged looks again.

"Alright, who are you and what have you done to the real Harry Potter?" Hermione said.

"Come off it, Hermione," Harry said as he started walking again.

"I'm serious!" she said as she and Ron followed. "Harry's always in the mood to bash Lee."

"We'll be late for class."

"Aha! Harry was never worried about being late for class! Especially not Divination!"

All three didn't notice the slashed painting they passed.

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After a morning of Divination, which seemed more tedious than usual, followed by Transfiguration, it was off to lunch. When they arrived, the whole Hall was buzzing. Harry immediately took that as a bad sign. Whenever that happened, it was immediately followed by something that brought him close to great physical harm. There almost seemed to be some kind of pattern...

"Did you hear?" Dean said as they approached the Gryffindor table.

Harry was struck by an odd sense of déjà vu as Ron said, "Uh, no?"

Not even a week before the whole school had finally calmed down from the student-beater scare, and already another nut had crawled out of the woodwork. It seemed this one had vandalized a couple of paintings, slashing them quite thoroughly. The paintings residents claimed not to have seen a thing, and were screaming that a madman was loose.

Strangely, this news threw the student body for a loop and caused a greater panic then the student-beatings had. The student beatings, they could understand, on one level. But why would some nut go around vandalizing the paintings? Sure, they could be a little confusing (an in isolated cases, annoying), but kind of overkill, don't you think?

All this convinced the students that an outsider was somehow doing this, a madman who had some kind of insane grudge against paintings. With the alert for Sirius Black still up, this was a grave cause for concern. After all, if someone could get in, so could Black…

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Harry left the Gryffindor common room, not even waiting for Ron and Hermione. Although most of the school had gone back into the patterns they'd adopted during the student-beating incidents, Harry hadn't, something that Hermione berated him for, citing how if someone could get into Hogwarts to do crazy things like that, then so could Sirius Black. Harry had ignored her warnings, however. If his supposition was correct, then no one was getting in to Hogwarts (the traditional way, anyway). Whoever was doing this was already in.

Wandering around, he tried to get a feel for things. Unlike The Fight Card, the incidents weren't isolated to any one area, nor were there any identifiable patterns. Some nights, only one painting in a hallway was vandalized, others, different paintings in opposite ends of the school. That meant that whoever as doing this was highly mobile.

Lost in thought, Harry almost bumped into someone before his sense blared that they were practically on top of them. Looking up from his study, Harry swerved just in time to avoid Winter. Suppressing a sigh and a smile, he reached for her shoulder. "You know, we really have to stop meeting like this."

Winter looked up, startled. "Oh, Harry! Hi! What are you doing here?"

Harry shrugged. "Pacing. And trying to prevent you from walking off the stairs at the end of this hall," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction Winter had been going.

Winter blushed. "You must think I'm such a flake. I mean, you keep telling me to stop reading when I'm walking, but I keep doing it anyway."

But Harry waved her off. "Hey, what are friends for? Besides, I know what it's like to get lost in a good read."

Winter beamed. "Thanks for understanding."

Harry ducked his head, somehow suddenly embarrassed. "Tell you what. It's almost time for breakfast, so why don't I escort you down to the Great Hall so you can keep on reading?"

Winter blushed. "I wouldn't want to be a bother, and it would be kind of rude of me to-"

But Harry waved her off. "Not a bother. Come one, just take my hand."

It took all his self-control not to blush as he said that. Taking her hand, he started to lead her towards the Great Hall, and after a while, she went back to reading, trusting he was leading her safely. They had to take a couple of stairs down, but they were able to handle that.

Once they arrive at the Entrance Hall, Harry shakes Winter back to the present.

"Huh?" Winter said, looking around. "We're here already?"

Harry nodded. "Yup! Told you it would work."

Winter beamed. "Thanks, Harry!" she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. She skipped off.

Harry stood there, a wide-eyed look on his face, stock still, for a good ten minutes before a wide smile slowly crept over his face. "Yes!"

He was in a good mood all day.

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That night, after making sure everyone was asleep, Harry took out his ever-handy invisibility cloak, Clow Cards and wands and woke up Keroberos. Sneaking down to the common room, he was glad that the teachers hadn't gone back to patrolling the corridors yet. The portraits, however, were another matter. They'd all decided to take matters into their own hands, roaming the school in groups until they caught the vandal. That meant that it wasn't such a good idea to wake up the Fat Lady, as she may suspect him of being the vandal. So it was back to the window drop…

After an exhilarating fall that left the Sun Guardian annoyed as heck (really, why did he go like this every time Harry dropped down from a height?), Harry snuck back into the school using the same window he'd used before. They were both completely silent this time. None of the portraits were sleeping, too worked up with the thought of their canvas being the next victim. Harry mentally reviewed the spell Kero had taught him earlier that day. The little being had told him it could be used to knock the paintings out, as well as people, in case they needed to.

Gripping his Sealing Wand, Harry crept cautiously down the darkened hallways of the school. A part of his mind idly made a note to research on a night-vision spell, since he seemed to do this creeping-in-the-dark thing often. Either that, or get a 'Hand of Glory'. His senses were extended to their utmost. He was almost 99.9 sure that a Card was behind all this, he just wasn't sure which one.

He paused as something tickled his senses momentarily, than disappeared. Kero poked him in the side. He'd felt it too.

Trying to remember where the feeling had come from, Harry crept a little faster. Passing a couple of ghosts who looked like they were trying to bring back that old feeling of life (he averted his eyes and kept on walking), Harry turned a corner and stopped, raising an eyebrow.

Every canvas in the hall he was in was slashed.

Jackpot!

Knowing that Filch took down damaged portraits for repair (they'd seen him grumbling about it a few times, muttering about what he'd do to the students who'd done it when he caught them), Harry looked around to see why no one had raised an alarm. He found the nearest canvasses empty, so there were no immediate solutions there. Shrugging and hoping that no one came any time soon, Harry began to walk down the hallway, looking for clues.

He'd taken about three steps when he realized someone else was there. He sighed, although it sort of came out as a growl.

"Lee." That was a growl.

"Potter," he heard.

"Is it the priss again?" Kero muttered.

"Yeah," Harry muttered back.

"Great. Just great!"

"What are you doing here?" Harry said.

"I have as much right to be here as you do," Lee said, sounding rather smug.

Harry sniffed. "Why don't you go back to bed and leave this to the expert."

"Expert? You can't be talking about yourself, are you?" Lee sneered.

"Hey, which of us here can't even Seal a Card?" Harry shot back.

And so on so forth. An ear trained in the way of their 'conversations' would register that the two really weren't putting their backs into it, although they were both giving as good as they got. They seemed mainly annoyed by having someone else around and having another body to worry about during this nocturnal stroll. That, and the fact they were missing out on sleep.

Neither noticed the figure creeping up behind them.

It was a really strange 'conversation'. Both were still wearing their invisibility cloaks, so an uninformed person might think that two ghosts were having a bash-fest.

Harry had initially stalked towards the general direction of Lee's voice, and was now only thee inches away from her face, if his sense could be believed. He ignored Kero tugging on his shirt, too focused on the (invisible) girl in front of him.

Thus, it was only the dumbest of luck that he heard a creak and moved just in time to avoid getting his head cut off. Next to him, he could feel Lee doing the same. Stepping back, he gripped his Sealing Wand, then was thrown for a loop as he got a good look at his attacker.

"Huh?" he said, echoed by Lee. Neither noticed.

It was one of the suits of armor that stood around Hogwarts and which Harry always suspected could walk. They certainly had a degree of sentience, as Harry had heard some laughing at students who'd stumbled in the halls or something. But where did vandalism fit in? Why had it attacked them just now? What did Clow Cards have to do with it? These and other important questions ("What did girls find so attractive about Malfoy? Why was Hermione suddenly turning out to be a pervert? Why did writers think it was such a good idea to send him to Middle Earth? Why not Randland? Why do updates take so long? What is it with Veela Malfoys, anyway? Why is it so hard to make Naruto and Harry compatible without dimensional travel? Wh…?") whirled around Harry's head.

Suddenly, they were all overtaken by one pressing question: "Was that suit of armor, raising a sword and looking about to swing, aiming for them?"

It turned out that the answer to this was a simple: "YES, NOW RUN YOU IDIOT!"

Ducking as he narrowly avoided a brain-haircut, Harry 'eep'-ed, stumbling to the side as he heard Lee going in the opposite direction. Trying to keep the crazy, homicidal suit of armor in sight, Harry lost a little of his composure as it took a threatening-looking step towards him…

Okay, to be honest, he lost his head and ran.

Behind him, he heard the armor crashing off…

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Harry ran about two hallways before he realized that the big, metal-plated dude wasn't running after him to cut him into Harry fillet. Pausing, and trying to keep his invisibility cloak from falling off, he tried to catch his breath.

Kero suddenly flew up to him, or at least, where his face should be. "Why the heck did you run away like that?" he said, sounding annoyed.

Harry pulled back his hood, giving the little Guardian an annoyed look. "In case you haven't noticed, it was pointing a sword at me!"

Kero gave him a look. "So that means you're just going to let that Lee-priss get this one?"

Harry blinked, looking around. Seeing nothing and no one, he crunched up his eyebrows, concentrating. Dimly, he could feel Lee in the distance, with the sense of a Clow Card close by.

Harry ground his teeth. "Oh, FRICK!" he said, running towards that direction, leaving Kero to hurry after him, saying, "Wait for me, will you?"

Using all his quickness (even though he didn't look it), Harry dashed towards Lee's location. No way was he letting her get this Card, even if he had no idea what it was…

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Fei dodged to the left, feinting as she lashed out with a kick, only to pull back before she lost that limb, her blade darting as she tried to exploit yet-another opening and barely pulling back before she lost something valuable. Sweat beaded her face, soaking the cloth of the hitae-ate on her head- Hidden Sand tonight- and making her hair cling to her face. At best, the latter was a distraction; at worst, it would get her killed.

She'd ditched her invisibility cloak a while back- no point in going unseen if the enemy could still tell where you were, and it hindered her movements. As it was, she would have preferred to fight naked, as that would give her the highest degree of mobility possible. For an empty hunk of metal, the suit of armor was good.

Empty. That was a bit of a problem. No matter what Fei did, if the suit of armor was empty, how was she supposed to defeat it? It practically radiated Clow's magic, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember any of the Cards she'd studied as having this effect. And as a little bonus, it didn't seem to be getting tired.

Barely ducking under a cut, she pointed her sword at the suit of armor. "Flipendo!" she managed to gasp out, and a blast of blue magic knocked back the pesky suit of armor, sending it stumbling and giving Fei some much need breathing room. Putting more space between her and the armor, Fei pulled the only Card she had from the pocket she'd made in her sleeve.

"Clow Card, show me your true power. FIGHT CARD!" Fei managed to breath out, slamming the tip of her sword into the Card.

In a burst of light, Fight stood protectively in front of Fei, crouched in a ready stance. Fei breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned back against a wall. "Attack," she said, pointing at the suit of armor.

"Yes, Mistress," Fight said evenly, and charged at the suit, bombarding it with a storm of kicks and punches.

For a moment, Fei had a warm, fuzzy feeling as Fight called her Mistress, followed immediately by a full-body-blush as she remembered what happened last time she summoned The Fight. She begged anyone listening to her for that not to happen again.

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Fight held back an annoyed sigh as she kept on pounding the suit in front of her. Really, it wasn't fair for her sibling to be using an absurdly tough and insensible-to-pain body. Still, it was good to be material again, and doing what she did best: beating the snot out off anyone and everyone who thought they could beat her!

Back flipping, she darted forward before her sibling could have it's suit-of-armor body recover from its move and, getting under its defense, crouched almost directly below the armor and kicked it straight up in a vaguely 'Konoha Senpu'-esque move. There was a satisfying crunch as the suit of armor's head slammed into the ceiling and was crushed.

Fight rolled out of the way in time to avoid a downward slash from the still very-much-still-mobile suit on its way down. She was tempted to sigh. Her sibling wasn't fighting fair! Granted, she had more unarmed fighting skills in her than any other person currently on the planet, but that wasn't going to get her anywhere if her target just wouldn't go down because it was an inanimate object!

Two familiar magical signatures made themselves known to her as she did her best to keep her sibling's possessed body away from her mistress. She recognized them both. One was master Kero, in his minor form, the other, the boy who had Sealed her days ago. Processing this information for a moment, she decided they were irrelevant. All her mistress had ordered her to do was attack her sibling's possessed body, so that's all she would do. Still, she hoped this boy, master Kero's appointed Card Captor (yes, she had been listening), would think up a plan to help save her mistress. Although she'd heard about how much her mistress disliked this boy, she just couldn't bring herself to feel the same way. The little she'd been able to observe of him showed he was a good person, something all Clow Cards were supernaturally good at identifying, and she instinctively knew that he'd try to find some way to help her mistress, even if they didn't quite see eye-to-eye.

In the meantime, she held her ground and did as she'd been told…

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Ditching his own invisibility cloak and stashing it safely into a handy space, Harry turned the corner and took in the situation. Lee, leaning against the wall and catching her breath, The Fight Card going all Rock Lee on the now-headless suit of armor, who was still going strong. Harry immediately saw the problems of the scenario. Since the armor wasn't alive, or capable of feeling pain, it couldn't be stopped by successive physical attacks, unless they managed to completely destroy the whole thing in one blow, and Harry knew he didn't know any spells capable of doing that, and apparently, neither did Lee, since she would have used it already.

Not waiting for Kero to catch up, Harry reached into his robe and pulled out the first Clow Card he touched. His eyebrow rose as he saw it, and a small smile twitched on his lips. He'd just had a Yu-Gi-Oh moment.

"Clow Card, show me your true power. WOOD CARD!"

The Wood Card appeared in the flash of magic he was so used to, and he pointed at the suit of armor. "Go for it," he said.

The Wood Card grinned, raising her hands. Multiple streams of vines shot out parting around The Fight and wrapping around the suit of armor. At first, the suit was able to hack at the vines wrapping around it's limbs, but it was soon overwhelmed, and slowly torn apart as from the multiple appendages pulling at it. Harry suddenly shuddered as he recalled the traumatic twelve seconds of henticle he'd been exposed to as a kid, which had left him seriously disturbed for a week and given him an uncanny ability to write lemons.

Finally, the suit of armor was completely torn apart, it's metal pieces clattering all over the floor. Harry prayed no one heard that.

"Looks like you could use a little help, Lee," Harry said jauntily as he walked over towards the suit of armor's part. Behind him, Wood waved briefly to Fight, who responded with a polite nod. Lee growled at Harry, who takes a nonchalant step back at the sword in her hands. Wood stifles a grin, and Fight's lips twitch slightly.

With a sniff, Lee manages to get back up, studiously stepping around Harry. Fight moves to stand by her side, like a protective, glow-in-the-dark angel. "So where's the Clow Card?" she says gruffly, looking at the now vine-free mess before her.

"If I knew, I wouldn't tell you," Harry said, almost smugly.

Lee growled, bending down to root through the pile.

"Hey, that's my pile-" Harry started to protest, but he was interrupted by near simultaneous cries of "NO!" and "MISTRESS!" as a burst of magic was released from the pile, engulfing Lee.

Harry backed away quickly as Lee slowly straightened. "I should be really worried, shouldn't I?" he muttered to Wood.

"Yes," she muttered back. "You should."

Lee, eyes strangely blank, holding the sword the suit of armor had been holding in her right hand and her own sword in the other, attacked.

"Oh, frick…" Harry muttered.

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Wood reacted instantly, sending vines at the possessed girl to try to stop her charge. A human, however, especially a human girl, was a lot more nibble, flexible, agile and, over all, a better suited vessel than a rarely-oiled, rusty piece of metal. The girl slashed at her vines, her dual blades cutting through them with ease. Wood ignored the small pinpricks of pain as they were cut. She had to protect her Master!

Wood knew Fight would be out of commission. Her Mistress was currently unable to give her orders, so the best she could hope for was to sit in the sidelines and pray that her Master could take care of this mess.

Wood was glad her master managed to retain his presence of mind, dodging back from the possessed girl and trying to keep his distance.

"Wood, get back!" her Master said. "It's not working. Get BACK!"

Obediently, Wood began to dissolve, but not before she managed to steal a kiss, briefly slipping her tongue between his lips. For a moment, she was vaguely concerned her Master would hesitate and get himself killed, but shrugged off the thought. She and her sisters had been doing this for a while now. If he still wasn't adjusted to it, there was something seriously wrong with him…

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Harry, right on schedule, when red at the feeling of lips on his and tongue in his mouth, but thankfully, he didn't let that stop him as he kept on backing away from Lee. He thought he could almost feel the killer intent in the air as she charged.

"Tarantallegra" he said, casting it at Lee, who managed to dodge. By practically running up the wall.

"Oh, frick!" Harry repeated. He could practically see every bead of sweat on Lee's face as she slashed…

Harry was suddenly knocked out of the way as Fight grabbed him, tossing him out of the way as she herself jumped out of range. Harry quickly got to his feet, finding that Lee was- for the moment- targeting The Fight. Knowing it was only a matter of time before attention was returned to him, Harry pulled out his Cards, grabbing The Windy Card.

"WINDY CARD!" Harry yelled. Windy appeared before him, immediately sending yellow streamers at Lee as the hall turned into a wind tunnel. Lee stood her ground, stabbing both blades into the stone floor. As the streamers reached to enfold her, she slashed at them with the sword she held in her right, somehow cleaving right through them. Harry scowled. Okay, this wasn't working either.

At that moment, Kero popped up. "I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?" he said over the wind.

"Where the heck were you?" Harry said.

"Hey, I got lost, okay?" Kero defended himself. "What'd I miss?"

Harry gave him a withering look. "How about you tell me what Card that is?" he said, pointing at Lee.

Kero looked at the possessed girl. "Sword Card. It can cut through anything."

"OH, just dandy!" Harry muttered. Suddenly, a memory popped in his head, one of a large hoard of dark shapes going after him…

"Kero," he said as he looked though his deck, "what does The Shadow Card do? Besides steal shadows, I mean. "

"It lets you use shadows to manipulate things," Kero said.

Harry nodded. "I thought as much," he said, drawing said Card out of the deck. "Windy, get back! SHADOW CAR-hmph!"

That's what he got for trying to summon another Card without waiting for the other one to finish with her goodbye kiss.

Blushing and ignoring a laughing Keroberos, Harry tried again. "SHADOW CARD!"

The dark, hooded form rose before Harry, and a slight shiver spread through his body as he was reminded of the Dementors. Instead, he pointed at the now moving Lee with his Sealing Wand. "Lumos!"

The possessed girl averted her eyes as the beam of light was pointed directly at her. "Stop her," Harry told The Shadow Card. As the Card waved its cloak-covered hand, dark, shadowy strands extended from its feet, merging with the giant shadow Lee projected onto the wall. Harry grinned suddenly, unable to resist.

"Hold this," he told Kero as he handed him the Sealing Wand. Kero blinked, taking the large artifact and keeping the beam trained on Lee as he gave his charge a look.

Grinning, Harry made a couple of hand seals he'd memorized. "Kagemane no jutsu!"

Kero rolled his eyes as the boy burst out giggling. "Crazy kid," he muttered.

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Fei blinked as the world came back into focus. The first thing she saw was the concerned face of The Fight Card. The second thing she saw was the smug face of Potter, holding a Card. Everything came back to her, and she let out a frustrated growl, at which Potter just laughed and turned away, a "Better luck next time- not!" thrown over his shoulder.

Grumbling, she got back to her feet, ignoring The Fight's hands. She could stand up by herself, thank you very much.

Shrugging, The Fight Card sketched a bow. "Will that be all, Mistress?" she said.

Fei made a lazy wave. "Yeah, sure."

She suddenly had a very disturbing sense of déjà vu.

Grinning, The Fight Card pounced, bearing her against the wall as she pressed against her, kissing her deeply even as she began to dissolve…

"Hm," Fei muttered later as she shakily got back to her feet, and trudged over to where the wind had blown her invisibility cloak. "I knew I forgot something…"

She didn't hear the scratching sounds from behind the locked door at the other end of the hall…

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A few days later, Sirius Black tried to break into Gryffindor Tower. Just thought you ought to know…

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- To be continued...

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A/N: Dang, this was hard, I had to keep shifting view-points…

Kero knows a few spells, but he's no Hermione, as he tends to forget them. They don't work for him too, so that's a factor. The spell Harry mentions is Stupefy, even though he doesn't actually use it.

If Harry seems OOC running away, remember that no one has chased him with a sword before. Something like that tends to bring out deep-inner responses, like running for the hills. For a time, anyway…

Flipendo is a non-canon spell found in the video games. I figured it would do…

Somehow, I see The Fight as taking a Chachamaru-esque position with regards to Fei. Guess that scene two chaps ago was them making their Pactio… –grins–

The Shadow Card did not kiss him. That is all.

To JuMiKu: Thanks for the praise. Very much appreciated. My muse and I will not disappoint. At least, we'll try not to…

To AzureSky123: I really don't see what being able to write lemons has to do with asking a girl out, unless you're talking about later. It's more of a 'What do I say?' problem. Seriously, how many girls besides Hermione does Harry talk to for more than one paragraph in the first three books? See? He's inexperienced. In more ways then one…

To LostGryffindorFoundSlytherin: Heh! I have something really nice planned for The Create Card, but unfortunately, it's still a long way off, so just a little patience…

To Gangster-Potter: updating…

To Ran Hoshino: dang, should have used Riddikulus, forgot they were boggarts. Hermione got her revenge at the beginning of this chap. And don't worry about Syaoran, I have something nice planned for him eventually. Call it a retirement package…

To The-13th-To-Fall: thank you.

To damon blade: hmm, that's a pretty nice image…

To Dumbledork: thank you.

To XyBulmaXy: watch it. It's great!

To tdk99992000: thanks for the review.

Things heat up (or should it be 'cool down'? –snicker–) next chap, as Fei and Harry have to handle a situation they really aren't ready for. Snape and the Slytherins are really going to need to redecorate after this…

Please review, C&C welcome. S&M, not so much. MDK, not at all. Oh, and please stop asking me to update soon. It's hard to reply to that, and I do update, don't I? It just takes a while. Real life is so troublesome…

Until next time, this is Shadow, signing off.

Hermione pouts, looking in disgust as Shadow signs off.

Hermione: "This bites. Nine chapters, and we're basically extras! I want to renegotiate my contract!"

Ron: "We don't have a contract. This is fan fiction, so it's not really official."

Hermione: "THIS SUCKS!"

Tomoyo: "What are you complaining about? At least you get airtime. All I got was that omake orgy."

Touya: "Yeah! I'm not even going to appear at all!"

Ron : "How do you know?"

Touya: "The writer doesn't like me. He thinks I'm too hard on Syaoran."

Tomoyo: "Lucky dog. At least he got an appearance."

Shadow: "WILL YOU QUIT COMPLAINING! AT LEAST I'M TRYING TO WORK YOU IN!"

Signing off for real…