Magi Ranger

By: Tenstar12

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Power Rangers.

Chapter 29, or What to do While Trapped in a Vanishing Prison Dimension Within a Gourd-Jar Held by a Monster That Serves Your Enemy…

Harry groaned slightly as he started to rise back into consciousness. The first thing he noticed was a throbbing pain in the back of his skull where Goldar had struck him. The second thing he noticed was the hand lightly slapping his right cheek, accompanied by a worried voice.

"Come on Harry, wake up… Please wake up…"

Gathering himself, Harry groaned once more, louder this time, as he raised his right hand, the one not pinned up against Kimberly, and tenderly prodded at his sore head. "Did anybody see the bludger that hit me?"

Kimberly let out a nervous chuckle, more in relief than at his poor joke (that she probably didn't even understand anyway), and helped Harry sit up when he moved to do so. "How are you feeling, Harry?"

Harry blinked as he looked around them. The last thing he remembered was the energy coming from the Fan Man's jar before he blacked out. Based on the fact that Kimberly was there with him and the walls around them appeared similar to the gourd jar the monster had, logic dictated that he was now trapped inside the jar as well. "Oddly enough," Harry shrugged, turning back to face Kimberly. "Pretty lousy. How long was I out?"

Kimberly returned Harry's shrug as she stood up and helped Harry do the same when he realized that they had been sitting/lying in an inch deep layer of liquid with fog swirling off of it. "Not too long. Probably only five or ten minutes, I don't even know for sure how long I've been in here myself so…" she shrugged again. "I noticed when the monster guy opened the jar and saw you get pulled in. You demorphed almost as soon as you hit the ground and I had to roll you over so you wouldn't drown in… whatever that is…" Kimberly shifted uneasily, her boots and dress were liberally soaked with the maybe-water they were standing in from her time kneeling at his side.

Harry once more looked around, upon seeing only the gourd-like walls around their relatively circular prison, he looked upward to see what looked like a cork wedged into the center of the domed "ceiling" around fifteen to twenty feet above them. Coming back to himself, he noticed that he too was soaked through and idly waved his hand, casting cleaning and drying charms on the both of them. Although their respective footwear was immediately soaked again, Kimberly still gave him a smile in thanks.

"It's kinda weird though…" the Pink Ranger continued. "This water I mean. It was definitely higher before you showed up… Like up past my waist higher… and then it dropped again when the monster opened the jar…"

Harry quirked an eyebrow before thoughts connected and he sighed. "That… makes a depressing amount of sense. According to Zordon, the monster is known as the Samurai Fan Man. We are currently trapped in a pocket dimension in his jar that will vanish after three hours of existence, taking anything within along with it. Zordon also said that if the jar is used to trap something else, the three hour time limit resets. My guess is that the rising water is something of a timer…"

Kimberly seemed to pale in the dim light that suffused the inside of the jar. "Three hours…?"

Harry nodded grimly. "Yeah, but I'm sure the others will get us out of here before then. Tommy was rather… annoyed when you were captured." Harry smirked at Kimberly with a teasing glint in his eye and chuckled when her face lit up in a blush. "So," he continued speaking before she could mount a comeback. "Have you tried morphing or anything to get out of here?"

Kimberly glared at Harry briefly before answering. "Yeah, but no such luck. I got a few sparks, but no spandex."

Harry hummed quietly before patting his pockets and retrieving his Power Coin from his back right one. He wasn't complaining, but it was rather odd how his coin always ended up in a pocket when he demorphed. The other Rangers had even reported similar occurrences with their morphers. It was just one of those random quirks of the Grid, they had decided. All the same, he might have to look into some kind of a wand holster and see if he could do some negotiating with the Grid to have his coin stay in its wand form and end up there… Perhaps with a bit of time he could even get a few enchantments worked into it… Come to think of it, hadn't Death given him a wand holster when the Elder Wand was returned to him in the void?

Breaking out of his musings, Harry shifted his coin into its wand form. "Well, my Power is a bit different from yours. Let's see how I fare, yeah?" Kimberly nodded and stepped back slightly as Harry took a dueling stance and gave his wand a flick, lighting up the tip with a mote of golden energy.

Acting with speed given by practice, Harry quickly drew his wand through the air, leaving behind the flaming representation of the Deathly Hallows symbol that adorned his Ranger suit. Seeing no problems so far, Harry pivoted his stance to stand square with the symbol and flipped his wand around so it rested along his forearm as he crossed his arms overhead at the wrist before jerking them down to his sides as he had done so many times before. "MAGI RANGER, POWER UP!"

The fiery symbol in the air before him simply fizzled out.

It was one of those moments, Harry reflected, where a rolling tumbleweed drifting across the area would not go amiss as the two Rangers stood silently for several seconds.

"Well…" Harry sighed, standing upright once more and squinting at his golden wand. "That didn't work…"

Kimberly barely held back a snort of laughter, shifting it into a cough rather unconvincingly. After a moment, she spoke up again. "Couldn't you just try to blast us out of here without morphing first? I mean, it's not like you don't have other magical powers already, yeah?"

Harry shot her a mock scowl that she countered with a look of innocence. "I was getting to that, Kim. Sheesh, give a guy a break will ya?"

Kimberly scoffed slightly before smiling at him and waving her hand dismissively. Harry just shook his head and pointed his wand up at the cork. While he could try to just break out the side of the gourd, something told him he would be better off trying to knock out the stopper itself. Nodding to himself at his logic, Harry focused his magic. "Reducto!"

The lance of magic shot out of his wand immediately and Harry was instantly relieved that whatever properties of the jar stopped their morphing didn't also affect his own brand of magic. That relief was instantly shattered when the spell not only failed to have any visible effect on the cork keeping them trapped, but it actually rebounded off of it and straight back at him.

"SHIT!" Harry cursed, diving to the side with reflexes gained from his martial arts training while Kimberly tensed up. While Harry rolled through the water and returned to his feet, the spell struck the ground and ricocheted off of it at a slight angle, just enough to hit the far more drastic angle off to one side of the cork back up top, which then sent the bolt of destructive magical energy bouncing around the enclosed space rather randomly.

With judicious use of their respective skills and reflexes, and no small amount of seemingly random flips and cartwheels from Kimberly, the two Rangers were able to avoid the spell for several more seconds until Kimberly landed poorly in the water and fell to the ground. Unfortunately, the spell just happened to be heading right for her.

Harry saw this as if in slow motion and moved without thinking. With a flick of his wand Harry conjured a slab of concrete in the air between Kimberly and the blasting curse. At the same time, He dove forward, knocking Kimberly from her sitting position to lie on her back and used his own body to shield her from the shrapnel when the curse blew the concrete into pieces.

Ok, so spells were a bad idea. Duly noted. Apparently there was some kind of property to the jar, or perhaps the pocket dimension within the jar, that reflected his magic… great.

It was then that Harry realized that he was still lying atop Kimberly, face to face with her for several seconds now. Deciding to embrace his more playful, dare he suggest Marauder, side that had certainly seen more development since he had arrived in this dimension, Harry shot Kimberly his best charming smile. "Well, well, look what I've caught. You come here often?"

Kimberly rolled her eyes briefly before smirking and placing a hand onto Harry's cheek. "Sorry, purple boy, but I like my men green."

Harry fought down a chuckle, twisting his face into an overly dramatic display of sadness. "Alas, my love shall remain unrequited in this, my darkest hour!"

Kimberly giggled briefly before pushing him off of her. Harry just rolled with her shove, moving to lie on his back next to her as the two stared up at the cork in the ceiling. It only took a few moments for the amusement to leave his system, allowing Harry to remember their present situation.

"You know, Kimberly," Harry started. "It occurs to me that we're lying in this strange extra-dimensional liquid and we really don't know what it is or if this is anything approaching a good idea…"

The two Rangers turned their heads to face each other briefly before, as one, they brought their knees up to their chests and kicked out, flipping themselves up and back onto their feet in a synchronized move. Almost at once, Harry waved his wand, once more drying and cleaning them of the probably-not-water they were standing in that was now noticeably deeper than when Harry had awoken. Kimberly merely stood there as his spell washed over her before giving the Magi Ranger a calculating glance.

"You're really starting to get good at this, Harry," she stated simply. "All that practice with Tommy is starting to pay off."

Harry scoffed slightly as he tucked his wand into his pocket. "Maybe for things like standing up, Kim, but it was my own overconfidence after all that practice that got me trapped in here. I was doing so well against the putties that I charged Goldar without thinking about it… again…"

Kimberly just smiled. "Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. We all have trouble fighting Goldar from time to time. And besides, you can't expect to match the level of style and skill that some of us have after only a few months of practice." She idly flicked her hair back before buffing her nails on her dress, shooting him a teasing smirk at the same time.

Harry just grinned and shook his head. It was kind of amusing, he decided, that the two were reverting to teasing and humor in response to their rather stressful situation. It seemed to be a default response for the other Rangers, save perhaps Jason, when faced with difficulties, but it was certainly not something Harry himself was used to. Though he seemed to have adopted this coping tactic himself after spending so much time around them.

As for Kimberly in particular, Harry realized that he didn't really know too much about her. They hadn't really spent a great deal of time with each other outside of Ranger activities, Harry tending to hang out with Zack and Tommy while Kimberly spent time with Trini and studiously avoided anything that may cue Tommy in on her attraction to him. Harry also found it amusing that Kimberly seemed just as unaware of Tommy's attraction to her as he was to her attraction to him. In fact…

"Speaking of Tommy, why haven't you two started dating yet?"

Kimberly's sputtering and choking fit nearly sent Harry into a fit of laughter. When she finally regained herself, she glared at him. "What makes you think I'm even interested in Tommy?"

Harry just gave her a blank look before slowly raising one eyebrow. "Really? How about when you first saw him at the karate tournament before Rita hypnotized him? You could barely keep your eyes off of him long enough to hold a conversation with anyone else. Once we identified him as the Green Ranger, you were almost constantly worried about him. And ever since he joined the team you keep shooting him these looks any time you think nobody is watching."

Kimberly intensified her glare, prompting Harry to laugh. "No, no, not that look. The one with the big, longing eyes and the pouty face."

Her narrowing eyes and clenched fists only intensified his laughter.

After a few seconds, her face shifted into a crafty smirk. "Well what about you, Harry? Why haven't you started dating… anyone? Surely there's someone you're interested in around Angel Grove by now."

Harry sobered almost instantly. "No… not particularly…"

Kimberly, sensing weakness, took a half step closer. "Come on, Harry. There has to be someone you've got your eye on."

Harry just sighed. He probably deserved this for picking on the Pink Ranger's own relationship status. "Alright, Kim, hang on a moment. Let me explain something to you, alright? Do you recall back when I told you guys about my dimension and my life growing up?"

Kimberly nodded briefly, suddenly realizing that the teasing conversation had taken a slightly more serious turn based on Harry's tone.

"Do you remember Zack asking me about any previous girlfriends?"

Kimberly thought for a moment, her brow scrunching up in concentration, before nodding. "I think so… you mentioned your fame being an issue… and the war of course… and 'other complications' I think?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I could never really be certain if a girl wanted to be with Harry or with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. When you added that in with the perceived fortune that my family was rumored to have I had to be extra careful about getting involved in any relationships. Though admittedly the fame situation isn't much of an issue here."

Kimberly blinked. "Did your family have a fortune?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, but that's not really the point. What with the war going on, and even before that when I was just periodically facing different incarnations of Voldemort, I couldn't really devote much attention to a relationship either. And that's not even mentioning the target that any girlfriend of mine would have had painted on her back…"

"But that was back then. What about now?"

Harry sighed again and moved to lean against one of the walls. "Now I'm faced with a whole other set of problems, Kimberly. Not only am I involved in this war against Rita, but I really don't have anything to offer anyone in a relationship. I barely make enough money to feed myself and with the constant threat of having to run off and fight against a monster, I don't feel like I could be a very good boyfriend right now."

Harry suddenly gave a self-depreciating snort of laughter. "And besides all that, I'm not at all afraid to admit that I'm emotionally stunted. Between my less than loving upbringing with my relatives and almost immediately being thrown into the deep end of magical conflict just as I reached the age that I might have started thinking about dating, I don't think I'd have even the slightest clue what to do in a relationship."

Kimberly moved to stand next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't go being so pessimistic, Harry. You just have to find a girl who will help you with learning all that. Everyone has to learn it at first anyway, so you're not really special in that."

Harry smiled weakly before shaking himself. "It doesn't matter anyway, Kimberly. Like I said, with the battles against Rita and my current situation otherwise, I just can't justify trying to get involved with anyone anytime soon."

When Kimberly opened her mouth to protest once more, both Rangers were knocked off their feet when their entire world seemed to start shaking. Harry found himself completely unable to regain his feet, and things only got worse when the gourd around them seemed to expand massively, going from perhaps ten or fifteen feet across to well over a hundred in a matter of seconds. On top of that, the liquid that had before been close to three or four inches deep was suddenly deep enough to completely submerge them, resulting in both Rangers coughing and spitting after their sudden dip.

"What the-" Harry sputtered before slipping back beneath the temporarily surging surface of the maybe-water. "Fuck!" Harry spat, both completing his thought and expressing his displeasure at getting dunked again. Something about the consistency of the liquid convinced him more and more that it wasn't water. It just didn't seem to have the same weight he usually associated with water, a fact that made it a bit harder to swim in.

Spinning around as he kicked frantically, Harry spotted Kimberly more than twenty feet away and swam as best he could to reach her. The Pink Ranger was a far superior swimmer to Harry and so it was her that had covered the majority of the space between them when they finally met up.

"I think…" Kimberly said, barely able to keep her own head above the surface. "I think Rita may have grown the Fan Man."

Harry resisted the urge to respond with sarcasm. Kimberly didn't deserve to have his irritation taken out on her. "Yeah, most likely, though I wouldn't have thought that anything like this would have happened…"

Kimberly appeared to nod, though it was rather hard to tell with all the bobbing she was doing while she swam. "No kidding… I don't suppose you could magic up anything to help us, could you? Like a boat or something?"

Harry thought for a moment before nodding hesitantly. "Maybe… hang on." Drawing his wand again, Harry conjured up a large slab of wood underneath them before hitting it with a quick series of charms to increase its buoyancy and keep it balanced no matter where they stood. Almost immediately, the makeshift raft floated up under them and lifted the two Rangers free of the liquid that Harry then once more removed from their soaked clothing.

Once the two had steadied themselves once again, Kimberly turned to face him. "So, where were we?"

Harry raised a finger and cut her off. "Can we not keep talking about my nonexistent love life please? How about if we drop this subject, I won't bring up you and Tommy any more, deal?"

Kimberly looked conflicted, but she finally nodded. "Alright, Harry. I'll drop it for now, but you really shouldn't completely cut yourself off. For all you know, there could be a perfect girl just waiting for you to look at her and notice it."

Harry hummed noncommittally, but refrained from any actual comment, though in his mind he rebelled against the thought. No matter what Kimberly might say, Harry knew that he couldn't inflict a relationship on anyone as long as he was engaged in this latest secret war.

And so the two sat there for several more minutes in silence.

Finally, Kimberly spoke again. "You know, I kind of find this reassuring."

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Kimberly just waved her hands, gesturing to the space around them. "I mean the fact that Rita grew her monster. That means that the others are fighting against it and probably have their Zords out by now. If the Fan Man had just retreated back to Rita's moon base after capturing us, the others might not have been able to get to us in time. As long as we have this proof that the fight is still going on, I won't lose hope."

Harry blinked before nodding smiling at her and stopping himself before he once more brought up how upset Tommy had been at her capture and how that would make him fight harder than usual. It was a struggle, but he remembered the deal he had only just made with Kimberly and really didn't want her to keep commenting on his own relationship status.

Instead, he voiced another thought. "Personally, I'm just glad that we aren't experiencing any real turbulence in here. Other than the shifting when the jar grew, things have been rather calm. I really don't fancy trying to swim in all this if we were feeling all the movement that normally comes with a Zord battle…"

Kimberly seemed to pale before nodding frantically. "Oh yeah, I see what you mean."

Ironically enough, the jar chose that moment to shift violently to one side, sending the two Rangers and their makeshift raft tumbling once more into the waves below them despite Harry's charms. "Me and my big mouth." Harry commented as he latched onto the wood, doing what he could to maintain his grip and keep himself above the surface despite the frothy waves around him. He was more than a little thrilled that he had maintained his grip on his wand through his most recent tumble, though he once more reaffirmed his intent to see about creating a wand holster.

Kimberly managed to grab onto the opposite side of the raft and merely glared at him silently.

And then they heard something. It was only the slightest of grinding noises, but it drew their attention upwards to the cork.

The cork that was shifting slightly as it rose up and away from them.

"Hey…" Harry said slowly. "It is just me, or is the cork getting pulled out?"

Before his companion could respond, the cork was indeed pulled free from the jar and the two Rangers held their breath to see what was going to happen next. Idle fears of one of the Zords getting sucked into the jar and crushing them were almost immediately swept aside as Harry and Kimberly found themselves swept up into a vortex of yellow energy that lifted them up and out of their prison…

Only for them to immediately begin falling from a height of nearly six stories.

Harry glanced around quickly and took in the sight of the Dragonzord: Battle Mode tossing aside the jar and cork before turning to face off against the giant Fan Man while the Tyrannosaurus Dinozord battled with Goldar. They were in one of the many flat, rocky areas outside of Angel Grove and the ground was pitted with craters and the like from various explosions. Exchanging a glance with Kimberly, who was falling next to him while wrestling with her morpher, Harry nodded and whipped his wand around in front of him, immediately drawing a flaming symbol of the Death Hallows.

"MAGI RANGER, POWER UP!" "PTERODACTYL!"

As soon as their suits formed around them Harry immediately released a burst of Power. "HEDWIG!"

A mere twenty feet from the ground and what would have been a very painful landing even with their suits, both Rangers found themselves snatched out of the air by Hedwig's talons. –Harry/Wizard, why were you trying to fly without a broom?-

Harry rolled his eyes. "It wasn't by choice, Hedwig…"

Hedwig merely let out a short bark and sent him a feeling of amusement as she flapped hard to gain altitude. Once she had and turned back toward the battle, she tucked her wings in tight to her sides and spun, releasing the two Rangers above her only for them to land solidly on her back when she righted herself and spread her wings again.

"Woah!" Kimberly shouted, crouching low against the wind. "That was intense!"

Harry smiled beneath his helmet. "Yeah, Hedwig has always been a good flier, though I've never had the pleasure of flying with her like this before!"

Waving her forward, Harry led Kimberly up to stand on Hedwig's head, allowing the Zord to bleed off her momentum and start hovering in a vertical position while the three looked upon the fight before them. The two respective battles were going similarly, just not for the same side. Between the Tyranosaurus and Goldar, the simian's sword and the extra reach it gave him was a distinct advantage that was made apparent by the numerous scorch marks dotting the Zord's hull. Yet between the Fan Man and the Dragonzord: Battle Mode, the Zord's drill tipped spear was a clearly superior weapon to the Fan Man's… rake… really? Harry nearly facepalmed before refocusing on the battle. Alright, the rake that the Fan Man was using to try and combat the spear wielded by the Zord was proving to be less than effective.

"Well," Kimberly said, stepping forward slightly. "Looks like it's time we got involved here, eh Harry?"

Harry nodded, summoning up the Magi Staff and spinning it to gather Power. "I agree, Kimberly. Let's show these guys why you don't mess with the Power Rangers!"

Kimberly raised one hand to the mouthpiece on her helmet, almost as if suppressing a giggle. "Harry, that almost sounded cheesy."

Harry scoffed. "I blame the Grid Power I'm gathering right now. It does things to you…"

Without commenting again, Kimberly turned back to face forward before throwing her right hand into the air. "I need Dinozord Power, NOW!" Kimberly then leapt straight up into the air and was met seconds later by the streaking form of her Pterodactyl Dinozord that then made an attack run, flying over the battle while firing lances of energy into the Fan Man and Goldar.

"Alright, Kimberly!" Jason's voice echoed across Harry's communicator. "Nice to have you back. Harry, are you joining the party too?"

Harry smiled as he finished channeling Power into his now glowing staff. "I'll be there momentarily, Jason." With a grunt, Harry brought his staff down onto the dome atop Hedwig's head and released the Power in a burst as they fused once more.

In the week and a half since he and Hedwig had first done this, Zordon had advised Harry to spend more time with his familiar. In particular, he instructed Harry and Hedwig to meditate together and work on combining their energies to allow for a more fluid fusion in the future. It would help prevent the dual identity feeling that they had both reported during the fight with Mutitus which would only make them even more successful in future battles.

And it was only due to this practice, which they tended to do each night before Harry fell asleep on his cot, that Harry still felt mostly himself when awareness returned to him and he found himself looking out Hedwig's eyes.

"Alright, Hedwig," Harry said, once more hearing his voice echoing around the battleground for all to hear. "Let's take the fight to them."

-Of course, Harry/Wizard.-

And with that said, Harry felt Hedwig trigger the same transformation sequence as before. He felt as his wings swept up and back, making room for a pair of more familiar arms to fold out of his chest. He felt the avian head fold down to reveal the humanoid head beneath even as his legs stretched out to double their length. Finally, after a few more seconds and several clanks and grinding noises as his currently mechanical form settled, Harry allowed himself to move again, taking a fighting stance as he called out in a dual voice of both his own mixed with Hedwig's mental one. "Silver Owl Zord, Warrior Mode!"

It had been rather uncomfortable and more than a bit disorienting going through the transformation sequence this time. He supposed that was because of his greater feeling of self and his awareness of the sensations this time around. Still, he felt Hedwig's comforting mental presence just "behind" his own, waiting to step in and help if necessary even as he started walking toward Goldar and the Tyrannosaurus.

"Jason," Harry called out, somehow feeling that he was transmitting through their communicators as opposed to out loud. "Hedwig and I will hold off Goldar, you and the others should focus on the Fan Man for now. He's the bigger threat."

There was no response for a second and Harry was a bit worried that Jason would react badly to him giving advice that was rather close to battle orders when Jason was the "leader" of the team. But after a tense few moments, Jason responded. "Alright, Harry, good luck. We'll back you up as soon as we take care of the Fan Man." And the Tyrannosaurus Dinozord disengaged from Goldar, turning away to stomp over to where the other Rangers were battling the Fan Man in the Dragonzord: Battle Mode.

"SO, MAGELING…" Goldar drawled, brandishing his sword as he began slowly walking to the side, a movement that Harry copied so that the two gargantuans were circling each other. "YOU AND YOUR PET BIRD THINK THAT YOU CAN TAKE ME NOW WHEN MY POWER IS AUGMENTED BY MY EMPRESS?"

Harry gave a mental smirk, one he felt Hedwig copying. "Must we go through this pointless taunting every time we fight Goldar? I understand that you have to psych yourself up before we get going, but it's getting really old by now."

Goldar sneered. "SO BE IT, MAGELING. I SHALL ENJOY PLUCKING YOU BOTH!"

With that, Goldar charged, swinging his sword toward Harry's head. It seemed, however, that Harry was much faster in this form than Goldar was. With an almost negligent move, Harry ducked, letting the blade pass over his head, before standing once more and using the slight bit of extra momentum from his legs to drive his right fist into Goldar's armored stomach, this time with much better results. "Not so fun when I'm the one with the upper hand, is it Goldar?"

The armored simian growled as he stumbled backwards, his free hand clutching over his stomach as Harry watched him idly. "But why should we stop there?" Harry asked, as he reached behind his back with both arms and underneath the feathery cloak that had once been Hedwig's wings. With a slight jerk, his two arms came back around him holding a pair of large feathers that were each nearly as long as his arms. Grasping them firmly at the base, Harry flipped the one in his left hand around into a reverse grip and took a fighting stance. "Feather Sabers!" Before Goldar could react, the two feathers flashed brightly as their forms changed into a pair of wide blades with D-guard handles and feathered designs going all down their length.

"DON'T THINK THAT A FEW WEAPONS WIL SCARE ME," Goldar roared, his confident visage shifting into rage. "I AM MORE THAN SKILLED ENOUGH WITH A BLADE TO DEFEAT YOU NO MATTER WHAT FORM YOU TAKE!"

Harry and Hedwig exchanged a mental smirk again before Harry charged forward, holding his blades at the ready. In point of fact, Harry still had absolutely no training with a sword, let alone using two at once, but this particular aspect of the fusion between himself and Hedwig was controlled almost exclusively by his familiar, who seemed to have it programmed into her robot body. So it was with a casual sweep of his left blade that Harry deflected Goldar's first attack and followed up with a strike across his chest with the right one, sending Goldar back in a shower of sparks.

"You see, Goldar," Harry taunted. "The problem here is that you haven't quite grasped the advantages I have now." Harry moved fluidly to one side as Goldar staggered back to his feet and lunged forward with his sword, leaving an opening for Harry to smash the pommel of one blade into the back of Goldar's head in a suitably ironic counterattack.

As the monster shook off the blow and climbed to his feet once more, Harry continued. "You are a powerful fighter, it's true, but you're all power." Goldar spun to face him before stepping close again, swinging with his sword in an overhand slice that was blocked by an upraised arm and Harry's reversed sword. When Goldar increased the pressure on Harry's blocking blade and tried to punch him with his free hand, Harry slipped to the side, letting Goldar stumble past where he had just been standing and letting Harry spin around and lash out once more with his right blade, striking Goldar across his back. "And while you are all power, in this form Hedwig and I are speed and finesse, so as long as we keep you off balance you don't stand a chance."

Harry stepped up again, his swords flashing out repeatedly, leaving behind a latticework of scorch marks and sparks. "I'll admit that I was overconfident earlier today," Harry ducked underneath a desperate backhanded slash before bringing his own blade across Goldar's wrist, forcing him to drop his weapon. "But as I am now, fused with my familiar and fighting together as one, you can't hope to touch us, so a bit of overconfidence can be forgiven."

Harry backed away several steps and flipped his reversed sword back into a proper grip while Goldar panted and growled at him. As the monster watched, the dome housing the Resurrection Stone that now sat in the center of the Warrior Mode Zord's chest began glowing. "Goodbye Goldar." In the blink of an eye, the glow from the orb spread to the two blades, emphasizing the feather patterns on each of them as Harry lifted both blades overhead.

"Silver Owl Zord, Twin-Blade Buster!" With a completely unnecessary grunt of effort, Harry swung both blades down, impacting the ground and releasing the energy held within in a stream of destruction that raced along the ground toward Goldar. However, before the attack reached him, Goldar was engulfed in a bright red aura and vanished mere moments before the attack exploded.

"WE WILL FIGHT AGAIN ANOTHER DAY, MAGELING, I PROMISE YOU THAT."

Harry sighed internally as he rose from the crouch his attack had kept him frozen in. Stupid Grid and its need for dramatics. If it weren't for all the posturing he had to do he might have been able to finish Goldar off…

Throughout the battle, Harry had subconsciously noted the "radio chatter" of the other Rangers as they battled the Fan Man, but it was only now that he really paid attention to it.

"I call upon the Power of Titanus and the Ultrazord!"

Harry blinked, actually feeling the metal eyelids of his Zord move when he did so. He knew that Titanus was a Zord of incredible Power, but to his knowledge, the Rangers hadn't called on him so far. This should be interesting…

The ground started to rumble several moments before the long white neck and head of Titanus came into sight. The Zord moved on treads like a tank. Although it had legs similar to those of the Brontosaurus it was modeled after, they appeared to be nothing more than ornamental. Its body was wide, but was generally featureless as compared to the other Zords Harry was more familiar with.

The Fan Man, now wielding the same war fan it had used on the Rangers just before Harry was captured, seemed rather taken aback. It was stumbling back as if in fear, holding its fan in one hand and waving the other as if in a panic.

Then Harry heard Jason's voice once again. "Alright guys, prepare for Ultrazord Transformation Sequence!"

As Harry watched, idly noting that his blades had changed back into feathers as he tucked them back into his wings/cloak, Titanus began changing form. It was a relatively simple change all things considered. The back of the Zord opened up and the neck shifted forward and down, lowering it in comparison to the rest of the body. And just when Harry thought it was done, two massive cannons rose up from the body to rest on either side of the neck.

Harry smirked.

Now in the regular Megazord, the Rangers made their Zord jump into the air, spinning as it did and landing squarely in the now empty recession in Titanus's back. Meanwhile, the Dragonzord split in half vertically from the forehead down while its feet tucked themselves up behind the large knee plates. The resulting construct settled itself onto the Megazord's head and shoulders with a loud clank signaling it locking into place.

By now the Fan Man was nearly falling over itself trying to back away. Harry was just confused as to why it hadn't tried attacking during the transformation sequence or why it didn't turn around and run. After a few moments, he just labeled it as another one of those Morphing Grid things and continued to wait for the fireworks.

He didn't have to wait long. "LOCK ON AND FIRE ALL WEAPONS!"

Almost immediately the two cannons on either side of Titanus, or rather the Ultrazord, lit up with internal light and let loose a pair of energy blasts that slammed into the Samurai Fan Man and staggered him backwards. The monster was then peppered with multiple blasts coming from the Dragonzord portion as nearly every prominent part of it, from the tucked in hands to the knee plates resting on either side of the Megazord's shoulders, began firing energy attacks of their own that bombarded the Fan Man relentlessly.

Finally, the monster dropped to a knee as its own defenses failed under the sheer number of attacks. It only had time for one last cry of despair and anger before it fell fully to the ground and exploded.

Hearing the cheers of his fellow Rangers, Harry just smiled. The Ultrazord relied on a massive number of attacks to overwhelm its opponents and wear them down as opposed to a single more powerful attack as with the other Zord combinations, but it was no less effective.

"Alright, Rangers. Let's head back to the Command Center." Jason called, good cheer in his voice from another Power Ranger victory.

"I'll meet you guys there." Harry responded as Hedwig triggered their transformation to change back to her owl form. It was no less off putting than the previous change had been.

-MR-

Zordon's debriefing of the Rangers and their viewing of the battle's replay in the viewing globe took a bit less than an hour. As soon as the formalities were over, Trini all but bolted over and wrapped Kimberly in what looked like a very tight hug.

"I'm glad you're alright." she mumbled into Kimberly's shoulder before releasing her and turning toward Harry. Before the Magi Ranger could react, he found himself in the same position as Kimberly had been.

Harry froze momentarily, his eyes widening at the unexpected contact until he noticed Kimberly giving him a significant look, nodding toward Trini. Harry just raised an eyebrow in confusion before returning Trini's hug, albeit not quite as tight.

The hug lasted a bit longer than Kimberly's, not that Harry was really counting, and as soon as Trini stepped back, the slightest hint of a blush on her face, Zack started in on them. "So what happened to you guys in that jar?"

Harry and Kimberly shared a glance before she gestured for him to speak. He sucked a breath through his teeth before doing so. "You know, just your average dimensional prison: water on the floor, creepy fog, walls that reflected spells… the usual."

Tommy snorted. "So just an average day in the life of a Power Ranger, yeah?"

Harry chuckled as he nodded. "Pretty much."

-MR-

After spending a portion of his afternoon trapped in a jar, though with not unpleasant company, Harry had a strong desire to feel the sun on his skin for a while.

So of course he let Kimberly and Trini drag him to the completely indoor mall to (in theory) look into the magic shop Kimberly had mentioned. It seemed however that there was at least one rule that remained true no matter what dimension he was in: girls were scary, especially when it came time for shopping.

It actually took them a full two hours to get around to the magic shop from when they entered. The sad thing was that Harry had spotted the place almost immediately upon entering the building, but Kimberly and Trini had literally dragged him in the opposite direction to where Kimberly knew of a sale that she just HAD to check out.

And so it was.

After two hours of trudging through the mall and carrying an ever increasing load of bags (and being asked his opinion on how certain outfits looked FAR more than he was comfortable with), Harry was finally able to take a look around the magic shop, only to be almost immediately disappointed. He wasn't really sure what he had expected, but a ten by ten shop with a few simple magic books, decks of playing cards (marked and unmarked), and other small tricks wasn't really it.

The older man working behind the counter was very helpful, probably because there weren't many customers on an average day, but in the end Harry left with a few recommended books, a couple decks of playing cards (unmarked, thank you), and the man's well wishes ringing in his ear. It wasn't quite the start that he had imagined, but Harry knew he had achieved more with less in the past.

-MR-

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