A/N: And now, a lethal combo that's sure to be a pain to try to deal with...

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Card Captor Harry

by Shadow Crystal Mage

Card 10, The Thunder: Rain, Rain, Go Away…

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry, don't own Sakura, not sure I own this fic.

Man, I'm losing my touch. My disclaimers used to be more creative…

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Harry was trying to decide whether his life sucked. Well, not exactly. It was kind of a given it sucked. What he was trying to decide was by how much it sucked.

Bad enough that Sirius Black had somehow gotten into his school and tried to break into his dorm to try to kill him. Bad enough that the Gryffindors' suddenly had Sir Cadogan guarding their door. Bad enough that he had to also deal with the Clow Cards as they came and keep their existence a secret from even his closet friends. Bad enough that he had competition in this territory, from a Slytherin, for crying out loud. Another Gryffindor, he wouldn't have minded. A Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, probably no competition. But a Slytherin was just asking for World War III.

He probably could take it, if those were all he had to deal with. They really weren't that bad. But what he couldn't take was almost every teacher and Percy following him every chance they got, as if they were afraid that Sirius Black would appear out of thin air and kidnap him in the middle of a crowd, in broad daylight! I mean, come ON, that's just overkill!

In anyone else, the reason would have been that they were annoyed there were being treated like a child. Or that they were being followed everywhere and losing their privacy. Normally, he'd be annoyed because of all the attention. But in this extreme instance, he was annoyed because all those well-meaning teachers and Percy were keeping him away from a girl.

A specific girl.

Harry kept his mouth shut, even though he longed to walk up to Fei and call her the by-product of Orochimaru, Manda, and a bottle of scotch. Or something to that effect. He was looking right at her, barely thirty feet away, and he couldn't say a word. All because Percy was insisting he was just 'happening' to walk in the same direction as Harry, at the same speed as Harry, within ten feet of Harry. Harry felt his teeth should have been ground down into stubs already, the way he'd been clenching them these past few days.

Many of the students in the hallway had disappointed looks on their faces. Ever since this storm of overprotective-ness, the betting rings had practically ground to a halt. The few times there weren't any teachers around, he and Lee had barely had time to send out their opening volleys before some academic appeared and ruined everything. He needed release, DARN IT! He just knew that if he had to go out like this to the Quidditch match, he'd be too worked up to even think about looking for the Snitch.

He knew he needed this bad when he'd started recalling what it was like shouting at her, and the look in her eyes as she sent her zingers back at him (they weren't as intelligent as his, of course), and the way she'd look at him with loathing when she'd didn't have anything to top what he'd said, and the way her fingers curled as if she wanted to wring his neck, and…

Harry barely managed to hold back a gag reaction as he realized he was actively fantasizing about Lee. Lee, of all people!

It was official. His life sucked a lot.

Harry wanted to cry.

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Fei glared at the pompous-looking Gryffindor standing mere feet away from Potter. She'd come to hate him with a passion, she did, one that should have been setting him on fire as bright on his hair. Potter, she loathed, she detested, she wanted gone so she could have a clear path to the Clow Cards. But this busy-body prefect…

She wished he was dead!

She tried to convince herself this was all for the best, that now she wouldn't be caught by Winter ripping Potter up one side and down the other, but that reassurance sounded hollow somehow. Could have something to do with the fact that worrying about Winter wasn't really a priority. They'd always managed to stop before she got within hearing range in the past.

Grinding her teeth, she adjusted the Hidden Sound hitae-ate tied above her elbow and hidden by her robe, trying to imagine what the denizens of the youngest Hidden Village would do to the red-headed pain in the neck that kept her from the release she so very much needed. Somehow, none of the sound seemed to have the pain-causing techniques she was looking for. Well, except for their gay leader and his glasses-wearing closet-fruit flunky.

Muttering under her breath as Potter moved out of sight, she tried not to think about the times in the past they'd 'conversed'. About how he used to say the most multi-layered insults that managed to insult her however way it was taken, the challenging glint in his eye when her (more intelligent) responses found their mark and there was nothing he could say in reply, the way his teeth ground together when he…

Fei barely managed to keep from gagging as she realized she was fantasizing about Potter!

Fei wanted to cry.

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Winter Moon walked the halls, never looking up from the thick sheaf of paper in her hands as she instinctively balanced the bag on her shoulder while heading… somewhere. A part of her knew she wasn't headed for class, as she wasn't being carried off by a crowd of Ravenclaws. She just knew she was going somewhere.

Not that she really cared. She was too engrossed in the fic she was reading, where Sasuke accidentally fell into the Nyannichuan during a mission and is now being chased by every guy in Konoha. It wasn't as great as the one where Sasuke is secretly a girl and a succubus, which, last she read, had Sasuke being chased by nearly every girl in Konoha so they could kill her for trying to 'seduce' them, but was still darn good.

She was just getting to the part where Ino accidentally finds out as she tries to force a kiss that ends with the two of them falling into a fountain when Winter felt a hand grab her shoulder. Instinctively, she looked down. Her foot was about to take a step out into empty air.

Groaning, she turned to her rescuer with a self-conscious smile on her face. "Uh, thanks, Lee."

The Slytherin girl shrugged slightly. "No problem."

Winter's keen senses detected something out of the ordinary, however. "Oh my gosh, is that a hitae-ate tied to yourright forearm under your robe," she gasped out, not noticing Fe's owlish blink.

"Uh, yeah," she said, and if Winter had been paying attention, she'd have noticed the 'how the heck did she notice that?'tone.

"What village?" Winter asked, completely oblivious.

"Sound," Fei said.

Winter blinked. "Sound?"

Fei shrugged. "It seemed to fit my mood today."

Winter was immediately concerned. "Why? What's wrong?"

Fei looked away, and to Winter, it looked like she wanted to shuffle her feet. "It's… complicated. I really don't want to talk about it."

For a moment, Winter wanted to press on, but she really didn't know the Slytherin girl that well yet, so she decided not to pry. Still, she tried to help. "Oh, you poor baby. Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it's going to be alright."

Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the silver-haired girl gave Fei a quick peck on the cheek, not noticing how she stiffened at the physical contact. Turning, Winter made her way down the stairs to the Great Hall, suddenly remembering she had been on her way down to eat…

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Fei stood at the top of the stairs, wide-eyed, completely red from head to toe, a shell-shocked look on her face. A stray gust of wind blew through the hallway, tipping her over as she fell in a dead faint. No one noticed.

Fei Lee could now die happy.

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Potions. Harry absolutely hated this class. Absolutely, positively hated it! Especially the guy who taught it! He would like nothing better than to take his new Sword Card and hack him into a thousand, thousand pieces. That, or hit him with the dreaded 'Konohagakure Hiden: Taijutsu no Ōgi: Sennen Goroshi'. Let's see how the slimy git deals with a Thousand Years of Death up his arse! Preferably by kunai and exploding tag!

This and other happy thought flitted through Harry's head as he cautiously stirred his potion. The fumes wafting up from it were very hot, causing his hands to sweat, so he had to be very careful. For some reason, this particular potion reacted violently with water, so having your sweat drop into it was a no-no. Neville, Crabbe and Goyle already had the burns on their hands to prove it. Harry could here some people placing bets on which of their cauldrons blew up first.

"If you have been working with less than your usual level of incompetence," Snape sneered, and Harry deliberately kept his head down, knowing the git was looking straight at him, "then your potion should be a fiery red. Extra care is needed at this stage, as this is when the potion is at its most volatile. Even a single drop of water or sweat would cause an explosion equivalent to letting Longbottom play with a crate of fireworks."

Neville ducked down at this, blushing fiercely, and Harry fought to keep himself in check, even though a part of him really wanted to bean Snape with his cauldron. Then maybe set him on fire. For starters. If only he had the Mangekyou Sharingan. A Tsukiyomi would be just the thing…

Sighing, careful not to point his breath towards the cauldron- water vapor in the breath would set it off- Harry reached for his rag to wipe his hands. Then stiffened as a feeling began to permeate the air. He risked a glance at Lee. The way she was scanning the area and had one hand in the pocket where he knew she kept the miniaturized form of her sword meant she had felt it too.

There was a Clow Card in the room. Harry tried to get a read on it as Snape started talking again. "Be careful as you bottle your potion. Its contents are highly acidic, and would start burning through your fingers in seconds if you were stupid enough not to use your tongs. If you do get some on yourself, do not try to wash it away with water. I have some cleansing solution ready in case-"

Whatever else he was about to say was drowned out as Harry felt the Clow Card's energy peak, and a drizzling sound was heard, followed immediately by sounds of barely-suppressed laughter. He looked at Snape, and barely kept himself from cracking up. The potions master was being completely drenched by a small, intense rain cloud hovering directly over his head.

Not surprisingly, he was not amused.

He glared at the class, stepping to one side and out of the rain cloud's range. "Whoever did this, I promise is going to-"

Whatever threat he was going to make was cut short as the cloud moved so it was drizzling right back over his head, causing a slightly larger wave of laughter to erupt. Snarling, Snape to a step to the side. The cloud followed. It seemed to have gotten a bit bigger.

Harry tried to keep his laughter in check; especially since Snape was sending him those "I know you have something to do with this, I just can't prove it, but when I do, you are a dead man" looks his way. Why Snape would look at him, when there was a class of students laughing louder or weaker than he was, Harry could only imagine.

Surprisingly, it was Lee who broke the mood. "Everyone, out of the room! That cloud is getting bigger, and if it hits the potions…!"

It took a moment to sink in. Harry distinctly heard what Snape had said: "Even a single drop of water or sweat would cause an explosion…"

Some people screamed as the class started running out of the room, ignoring Snape's shouts to get back in here! He only stopped when he looked up and saw how big the cloud over his head was, and how close the nearest potion- fiery red perfect, of course- was. Deciding that maybe his students had the right idea for once, the normally unflappable man ran out of the room like the hoards of Hades was after him, as the first of the cauldrons exploded violently. Snape made a mental note never to teach that particular potion again as his classroom was blasted apart behind him.

When the sounds of explosions finally settled down, silence descended on the horribly blown apart classroom, interrupted only by the stead drizzle of rain from the ceiling.

Below, pools of water started to form, flowing out the door…

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Later that day, the rain in the Potions classroom still hasn't disappeared, and no one has been convicted. It wasn't of lack of trying on Snape's part. He personally tracked down and interrogated every student who was in his class, demanding to know if they had something to do with it. Harry was able to honestly say he had nothing to do with it, even when Snape looked him in the eye and a funny feeling developed in his head.

Which was very true. He had absolutely nothing to do with it, even though he had a very good idea who, or what did. He wasn't about to tell anyone what he thought was the cause of it. The twins had made a huge ruckus about someone horning in on their territory, and wanting to know how someone had made it rain in the potions classroom, and why it hadn't happened during their class with the git.

Meanwhile, the rain shower had moved past the potions room and into the rest of the dungeons, specifically, Slytherin House. By the time the Slytherins got to their dorms, there were four inches of water on the floor. It was a whirlwind as the students of the snake-House tried to get all their things out of the monsoon that had turned up in their common room. Things were made difficult by the fact that the hallway of the dungeon leading towards their door was very narrow, causing quite a pile up. When they emerged from their subterranean halls, they were all soaking wet and freezing. True to the saying 'no rest for the wicked' (and no one were more wicked than Slytherins), they only had time to shiver, dump their stuff in the middle of the Entrance Hall, and turn around to brave the water raining down on their heads to try and save more of their things.

By the time dinner came, about three fourths of the Hogwarts student population was in a very good mood. The remaining quarter was grumpy, irritable, wet, freezing and wanted to strangle the rest. Harry was feeling particularly cheerful, enough to blunt his frustration at not having been able to get at a good 'conversation' with Lee lately.

Things got better when Dumbledore announced that the Slytherins would have to sleep in the Great Hall, since their dorm was currently under two feet of water. The Slytherins growled at everyone as the other Houses made their way towards their respective dorms, laughing cheerily all the way and occasionally saying things like "Why don't you snakes go swim with the fishes?". The Hufflepuffs didn't have to worry about their dorms getting wet, since theirs was a couple of floors higher than the dungeons, slightly above the kitchens, and if the condition of the food was any indicator, the kitchen was still high and dry.

It was a mostly happy school that went to bed that evening…

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"So, which Card is it?" Harry asked Kero later that night, as he got dressed for yet another after-hours stroll.

The little Guardian shrugged sleepily. Unlike Harry, he wasn't used to these nocturnal strolls, and had opted to sit this one out. That was fine by Harry. All he really needed was info and this Card so there wouldn't be any surprises.

"Rain Card," Kero said. "It causes a little cloud to appear and make it rain."

"Well, that explains why it's raining in the dungeons," Harry said cheerily.

Kero rolled his eyes. "Everybody's a comedian," he muttered, going back into his sleeping pouch.

"Everybody's a critic," Harry muttered back. Snickering, he wrapped his invisibility cloak around himself, activated The Jump Card, and jumped out his window. Landing easily on his feet, he did a couple of hops towards a window he knew was easy to open from the outside.

Deactivating The Jump Card, he crept inside, Sealing Wand at the ready. By now, the Sealing Wand felt as comfortable in his hands as his normal wand did, although the beak-like head was still a bit weird. Creeping cautiously, Harry was vaguely annoyed to see that the hallways weren't as crowded as they were a few days during the Fight Card and Sword Card incidents. It boded well for him- not much to worry about- but still, it was a bit vexing, to see this lack of security at night when a mass-murderer managed to get in a few days ago.

Okay, he'll admit it, it's annoying to see such a lack of security when someone who once managed to get in wanted to kill him!

Arriving at the Entrance Hall, he waited a moment, in case any of the Slytherin prefects (such a paradox!) were awake, he moved towards the stairs leading towards the dungeon. After a little climbing down, he stopped when the beam of his Sealing Wand (he'd used Lumos a while ago) was reflected on the water that was sloshing around. Removing his invisibility cloak, he stashed it in his pocket and got into a raincoat he found in his trunk (not sure where he got it, but it was awfully convenient). Wishing he had found a pair of galoshes (awfully inconvenient), he stepped into the cold water. Remembering the slimy things Snape had floating around in his office, he hoped the jars the git kept them in were secured.

The water was like ice, and Harry shivered as soon as the water made contact with his skin. He suddenly found himself sympathetic of the Slytherins who'd been going in and out of this to get their stuff out.

Promptly, he crushed that thought by imagining the whole lot of them in the Chamber of Secrets about to be eaten by the basilisk.

It wasn't long before it started to rain around him. It spattered on his over-sized raincoat, and the sound echoed in his ears. Wishing he asked Kero to come with him, he moved forward. The 'feel' of the Clow Card was everywhere, yet strangely weak, and Harry understood that what he was feeling was it's power spread out to cause this rain. The Clow Card itself was in a centralized location. Probing around deeper, he felt a higher concentration of it in the potions classroom where all this had started, along with two other 'signatures' one of which made him narrow his eyes and set his heart racing.

Moving as quickly as he could through the cold water, he quickly came to the door of his oh-so-favorite classroom, which was hanging off one hinge. He took a moment to take in what was happening inside.

Lee was blasting spell after spell at a giggling Clow Card sprite, which was riding on a rain cloud and moving all around the room. A wet but determined looking Fight Card was trying to lay her hands on her smaller sibling, but the water hampered her speed, and made it difficult to jump high enough quickly enough to catch the little blighter. Lee was also soaked to the skin, but the set of her jaw told Harry she'd rather get hypothermia than stop now.

The room itself was a mess. Cauldron fragments littered the surfaces that weren't underwater, and reminded Harry to have a new one ordered in from Diagon Alley in time for his classes next week. A lot of the tables were cracked, and one was even torn to bits, its wreckage half-submerged in the thigh-high water.

Harry took all this in as he pulled out The Windy Card from his pocket. Lighting his other wand, he tucked it behind his ear as a makeshift headlight as he entered the room, Card held in front of him. "WINDY CARD!"

Lee spun around as the yellow sprite materialized into view in front of Harry, in all her radiant glory. At his gesture, streamers of wind unfurled, heading towards the cloud the smaller sprite was riding around. These were harder to dodge than a single ground-based sprite, and soon, The Rain Card was secured.

Harry raised his Wand over his head. "I am the Card Captor-" a rush went through him as he said those words "- and I order you to return to your true form! Rain Card!"

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Fei wanted to growl in frustration as The Rain Card dissolved, collapsing into Card form, before drifting towards Potter. On the upside, it caused the rain to stop, although Fei was so wet, she didn't really care. So what if it kept on raining?

The cold, however, was another matter. Muttering under her breath, she reached up and pulled her hitae-ate– Hidden Mist tonight– tighter around her forehead. Now that the water wasn't falling anymore, wind-chill was setting in with a vengeance.

"Bad day, Lee?" she heard Potter say as he tucked his newest 'acquisition' into his robe. There was a glint in his eye that was unconsciously mirrored in hers. Her lips peeled back in a snarl-like smile. Before she knew it, she was yelling at Potter, calling him anything that came to mind, and a couple of things she didn't know she knew. MAN, it felt GOOD!

He replied back in kind, his wand bobbing dangerously behind his ear, until Fight plucked it off and handed it to him. He accepted without breaking stride, somehow managing to thank the sprite without deviating from the name-calling.

It took a while for the two of them to shout themselves hoarse. For a moment, both panted, trying to get back their breath, as Fight waited patiently for the two of them. Fei very much wanted this to continue all night. She had no idea when she'd get this kind of again, and she wanted to make the most of it. Her voice was protesting, however, so scratch that idea.

Still, it had been very nice after the days-long celibacy, and Fei found herself imagining how things would be when the school's back to normal and she and Potter go at each other any time they wanted, without having to worry about some teacher or that Weasley pain-in-the-neck-she-wanted-to-Sennen-Goroshi-with-her-sword. Just almost-shouting at each other 'til they were hoarse, nearly-obsceneties flying like birds, figuratively at each other's throats as the rest of the world ceased to matter, and there was omy he two of them...

Fei shivered as she realized she'd been fantasizing about Potter again!

After a while of panting, Fei looked at her nemesis. There was a satisfied look in his eye, one that she managed to see, which threw her for a loop. He'd actually enjoyed that! Like her, he'd enjoyed every minute of it. Fei repressed a shudder, as the thought occurred to her they might have more in common than they thought. Hateful…

Opening her mouth, although she wasn't exactly sure what she'd say, if anything, Fei paused as they became surrounded by magical energy. Both she and Potter looked around, feeling something all encompassing as something just out of sight seemed to shift, ever so slightly. Finally, after a few moments, the shifting feeling died down, although the magic that surrounded them remained.

The magic of the Clow Cards.

"What was that?" she heard Potter say, as he looked around in confusion.

Fight replied. "That was one of my siblings-" she began, before Fei interrupted.

"Fight, I forbidto give him any sort of information!" Fei said, and Fight shut up.

Potter gave her an annoyed look that seemed mixed with a measure of disgust. Shaking his head, he turned towards Fight. "By the way, I forgot to thank you for saving my neck a few nights ago," he said.

Fight inclined her head to one side, as if to say, "You're welcome."

Potter turned one last look in her direction, looking a bit regretful, before heading towards the doorway. "Well, be seeing you, Fight. Don't turn into a priss like your mistress."

With that, he was out the door.

Shaking with fury- or maybe it was cold- Fei slipped her sword into it's sheath on her back. Waiting 'til the count of ten, she gestured for Fight to follow her. She was sure Potter would be on his way to look for the Clow Card, and so would she, even if she had to scour the dungeon all night to find it!

She found Potter just outside the door, looking around in confusion.

"What's the matter, Potter?" she sneered. "You lost?"

Potter gave her a scathing look, but said, "So are you."

She raised an eyebrow, deigning not to dignify that with a response. An annoyingly knowing smirk appeared on Potter's face.

"Have you ever seen this intersection before?" he said, indicating the area they were in.

Looking around, it took her a while to realize what he meant. The potions classroom was located in a long, blank stretch of corridor with only a few torches to relieve the monotony. They currently found themselves at the crossroad of four hallways. In each direction they looked, each hallway turned, either to the left or the right.

Fei rounded on Fight. "What happened?"

"One of my siblings has settled nearby," Fight said, speaking so low that Fei could barely hear her.

"Speak up!" Fei said, but Fight shook her head.

"You ordered me not to provide the Card Captor with any sort of information, Mistress," Fight said. "If I spoke louder, he might hear."

Fei looked her in the eye and growled at the amusement she saw there. "Speak up. That's an order, and I counter your previous order."

Fight nodded. "Yes, Mistress. Currently, it appears we are trapped by my sibling, The Maze Card."

"Maze Card?" Potter said.

"Shut up, Potter," Fei growled. Potter stuck his tongue out at her.

Fight nodded. "Maze can create an near-infinitely large, complicated maze that is virtually impossible to break through. The only was to defeat it's power is to exit the maze."

"So we just get out. What's the problem?" Potter said. Fei ignored him this time, focusing on something Fight had said.

"When you say 'near-infinitely large', what do you mean?" Fei said.

Fight tilted her head. "To provide an example, it can fit a maze with a surface area equivalent to the size of the upper castle in an area the size of the palm of my hand."

Fei's mouth set in a grim line. "So the maze we're in could be any size."

"Yes, Mistress."

"So big that we might never find the exit."

"Yes, Mistress."

For a moment, there was silence. Potter seemed speechless.

Fei turned to look at the four hallways that made up the intersection. There were no indicators of which one was which. "So the exit could be anywhere."

"Yes, Mistress."

Fei felt Potter said it best.

"Oh, (BLEEP)!"

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- To be continued...

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A/N: Harry was really having a bad day, wasn't he?

I like the thought of Snape being publicly humiliated. Git.

I'm thinking that the dungeons are below the kitchens and the Hufflepuff quarters. Helga Hufflepuff probably wouldn't have wanted her House on the same level as Slytherins, and I'm feeling sympathetic towards the House-Elves. The entrance first-years use to get from the lake doesn't go through the dungeons.

Yup, I skipped on Windy's kiss. Rest assured, she got it.

A little note: just because one is capable of something doesn't mean they'll do it…

To AzureSky123: keeping up!

To Ran Hoshino: Harry's a fan of the jutsus, so it doesn't matter whose they are.

To dark672 : maybe…

To nantukoprime: check out the movies. The second one is the best! So romantic…–sighs, then remembers he's still writing– At least, that's what I've heard. I just like the Cards.

To Dumbledork: you're welcome!

To Darklight: this enough chaps for you?

To LostGryffindorFound Slytherin : thank you!

Next up, Fei, Harry and Fight have to make their way through The Maze Card's creation, and keep from killing each other at the same time! Will either of the humans keep from committing homicide? Find out, next!

Please review, C&C welcome. Flamers will be ignored completely, as they do not seem to understand the amount of effort that goes into even the crappiest of fics. Not everyone is Rowling, and even she had detractors. The sixth book was not universally loved.

Until next time, this is Shadow, signing off.