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Pyra couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Standing before her was the very family that had caused her and Mythra trouble earlier that night, except now they were beating up on a tiny child who looked no older than four. Said child was partially obscured by the man, but the injuries on his body were still clear as day. Bruises and cuts were all across his body, his left leg bent the wrong way, and there was a large red stain coming from his side.

Needless to say, Mythra's reaction was totally warranted.

The fat man turned towards the sisters, His face purple with rage as he yelled "What am I doing? What are YOUdoing you freaks!? You can't just barge into other people's houses while they go about their business! I was just about to rid my family of this freak of a nephew, who has plagued us for years, only for you two slutty freaks to show up! We try to live completely normal lives, and you freaks just can't leave us alone!"

Pyra became furious at the man's words. Did he dare think that all of his problems were because of such a young child? He probably created more problems by harming the poor boy!

Karma can be a bitch sometimes, but here it was in the right!

"And you think that beating a child will fix all your problems? This isn't the 1690s! You can't just harm someone like that just because they aren't what you consider normal, especially when it's your own family!" Seethed Pyra, her maternal instincts kicking in. She couldn't stand people who harmed the innocent, and these people fit well into that category.

This, however, seemed to make the man even angrier. His face puffed up, and his eyes became bloodshot. He stomped right up to the sisters, with his family following suite. He didn't realize that the two ladies, despite being shorter than him, were not intimidated by his charge. Ferociously, he screamed into their faces "THAT FREAK DESERVES EVERY BEATING HE GETS! EVER SINCE HE ARRIVED ON OUR DOORSTEP, HE HAS CAUSED NOTHING BUT TROUBLE FOR US! WE CANNOT GO A SINGLE DAY WITHOUT SOMETHING OR ANOTHER GOING WRONG! THE UNGRATEFUL BOY CAN'T CONTROL HIS FREAKISHNESS, BUT BEATING HIM DOES! I'M DOING EVERYONE A FAVOR, MAKING SURE HE APPEARS NORMAL! BUT YOU FREAKS JUST HAVE TO TRY TO STOP ME! NO MORE! I'LL JUST HAVE TO BEAT YOU TOO!" He raised his fists, ready to smash the twins' skulls in…

Only for Mythra to kick him hard in the gut.

Now, normally when you try to kick a 450 lb. man in the gut, nothing really happens. However, Mythra doesn't do normal. Being able to move her body at speeds close to the speed of light, much more force was applied to the kick. The man was sent flying through the back wall and ended up outside. His family, being behind him, was also knocked back. They landed with a hearty thump out in the lawn, each forming bruises all over. Mythra, not satisfied, turned towards Pyra and said, "I'll take care of them. You take care of the kid." She then leaped out of the hole created by the attack, leaving Pyra with the beaten child.

As Pyra watched her sister exit, a soft whimper came from the boy, immediately getting Pyra's attention. She went over to him and knelt down to his level, taking note of the extensive injuries that covered his entire form. The boy's skin was so bruised that she couldn't tell what his normal skin color was supposed to be. It was so bad that Pyra almost didn't notice the many burns and cuts that littered the young child's body. His left leg was bent in two odd places at the knee, and looked freshly broken, bone popping out. The red splotch on his side had grown over the conversation, now covering half of the over-sized shirt that the boy was wearing, and had started to drip. His messy black hair also had some crimson stains near the ears, which had dried blood stains running out of them. And finally, just above his right eye, was a lightning bolt shaped scar that looked as if it had never had a chance to heal at all.

Pyra's examination was then interrupted when the sudden sound of a light-based ether attack chimed loudly, followed by a slight quake. 'Was that Siren?' Pyra thought as she looked outside just in time to see a beam of light shoot down from above, the chime ringing again, followed by another quake. 'Mythra is not going easy on them.'

Pyra looked back at the little boy, who had regained consciousness after hearing the beams. She was shocked to see that the boy's brilliant emerald eyes had opened, considering how swollen they were. As Pyra looked at him with wonder, the boy began to panic, trying very hard to move away. When she saw this, her heart broke. The child before her was not only physically broken, but emotionally scarred. 'Children shouldn't be that way.' Pyra thought, tears coming to her eyes.

She reached out to the child and picked him up, placing him on her lap carefully in order to not aggravate any wounds. The boy weakly struggled to get free, but couldn't. Pyra then started to gently rub his back. The boy relaxed a little, and rested his head on her chest.

"It's okay." Pyra whispered to the boy, hoping it would calm him down further. "I won't hurt you."

The boy looked up at her eyes, confusion filling them as he asked "Why?"

Pyra looked at the boy, sadness apparent in her eyes for a good moment before saying "I would never hurt someone like you."

The boy looked very confused after hearing her say that, as if this was the first time he had been granted mercy from anyone.

"B-but I'm a freak. I-I'm supposed to be hurt, like all freaks should, especially when I do the freaky stuff." he stated, looking down, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Pyra was shocked at the boy's response. How could someone like him think so negatively about himself? She couldn't see anything off about him; so why would he, or anyone else for that matter, think otherwise?

She needed to fix this, before something worse happened to the boy.

The two of them sat there silently while the occasional chime sounded from outside, becoming less and less frequent. Pyra didn't notice. She was too busy thinking about what needed to be done to help the broken child. Right now, his injuries needed to be tended to, specifically his still bleeding set the boy down on the floor, much to the boy's dismay, and lifted his shirt up.

What she saw nearly caused her to vomit.

The boy's thin body was littered with unhealed scars, burns, bruises, and other injuries far worse than any other part of his body, most of them looked deliberately made. It took all of Pyra's willpower to look away from the majority of the boy's injuries and focus on the cut in his side that was still bleeding. It needed to be healed immediately, but neither she nor her sister were good healers. There was only so much they could do.

"Can you hold up your shirt, little one?" asked Pyra, an idea forming in her head. It wouldn't stop the bleeding, but it would help. The boy did as asked and weakly held the garment just high enough to see the bleeding gash. Pyra then reached behind her back and grasped one of the tails of her outfit before swiftly ripping it off. She then began to wrap the strip of fabric around the boy's middle, covering the wound as best as she could. The boy winced at the contact, but stayed quiet and rigid.

Once Pyra was finished, she took the boy into her lap again and rubbed the boy's back gently as to not agitate his injuries.

It was this scene that Mythra saw when she came into the room, exhausted from venting her rage onto the awful family outside. The fat man specifically had been much more resilient to her attacks, but was ultimately downed as well. None of them were killed, but the physical scars alone would not fade anytime soon, and the ether based ones would last forever.

When she saw Pyra comforting the hurt boy, her heart lurched in her chest. The boy, despite being comforted by the most caring blade in existence, was looking fearful and confused, as if expecting to be hurt again.

She turned towards her sister, who's eyes were filled with a familiar pain, the one that the both of them got when seeing others suffer.

In that moment, Mythra knew what had to be done. For this broken child's sake.

"He can't stay here." Mythra said, catching the attention of the two on the floor. They turned to look at her, only for the boy to yelp in fright and cling onto Pyra's torso. Mythra was confused at the boy's action, before realizing that she still had her sword in her hand. She quickly vanished it, internally berating herself for scaring the poor boy, before going over to kneel by the two. She heard Pyra whispering into his ear, trying to calm the boy down.

Eventually, Pyra's words appeared to reach the boy, who slowly turned to face Mythra. He still had a look of fear in his eyes, but otherwise stayed put. The two stared at each other for a few moments before Mythra spoke up.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." She said, looking down at the floor. "I just... I forgot to put my sword away. I never meant to scare you."

There was a long pause, and for a moment, Mythra thought that The boy hadn't heard her until he weakly said "It's okay."

Mythra looked up, making eye contact once again with the boy, whose eyes now held a fraction of wonder as he looked at her. Mythra cracked a tiny smile and hugged him, whispering "Thank you" into his ear.

When she broke the hug, she turned to her sister, putting on a serious face. "Come on, let's go. We need to take him out of here, Preferably to a healer." she said as she stood up, pulling Pyra up with her. Pyra nodded, subconsciously making sure the boy wasn't uncomfortable in her arms after the abrupt shift in position.

When the group got outside, night had fallen, and the only light came from the street lamps along the road. Mythra, seeing how late it had become, groaned.

"Man, Nia is going to be really mad at us."

Pyra nodded in agreement. The evening stroll they had been on would have already put Nia on edge, let alone staying out this late. She was about to add her two cents when the boy in her arms made a confused noise, catching the two sisters' attention.

"Um, Miss white, Who is Nia?"

The two sisters froze at this question, then turned to look at each other. Not in fear of the question itself, but the fact that neither had introduced themselves tho the boy, nor had they asked the boy's name.

Pyra was snapped back into reality when she felt the boy in her hands shift a little, moving one hand over his chest, and looking unnerved.

"Oh! Um, Nia is a good friend of ours who lives with us, and is also the best healer we know." She said, lifting the boy back into a comfortable position to hold. "By the way, We never introduced ourselves. My name is Pyra."

"And my name is Mythra." Said her sister after regaining her senses as well. "What's your name little one?"

The boy stilled for a moment in her arms, as if thinking about the question before saying quietly "H-Harry. Harry Potter."

That caused the minds of the two sisters to grind to a halt. Harry Potter, the proclaimed savior of the British wizarding world, the only person to survive the killing curse, was this little boy? Pyra then remembered the scar on the boy's forehead, then paled. Mythra, after looking at the scar as well, also donned the same look of realization.

Their musing was interrupted when the boy, now identified as Harry, groaned in pain, then gave a very hoarse cough, followed by a small amount of blood coming from his mouth.

"We need to get him to Nia. Now!" Mythra exclaimed, grabbing hold of Pyra, and orienting the boy so that he was between the two ladies' bodies. Her core crystal and ether lines started glowing as she built up energy. "Hang on!" She said just before the three of them shot off in a mote of light, quickly vanishing in the distance. A trail of light shimmering faintly before fading away.

Mere moments later, a loud crack broke the silence once again, carrying with it an old man in garish robes and a long silver beard. He walked over to the house labeled number 4, Wondering about what could have happened inside the house that made the instruments in his office start acting up. He knew about what went on daily for one of the occupants, but never intervened. It would only arouse suspicion if he came here more often.

Besides, he needed the young one to not know anything about magic just yet. It would ruin all of his plans if he did. He never liked putting the boy in harm's way, but it was for the greater good.

So why was tonight so different? What exactly had happened?

The man's confusion turned to fear when he saw that the building he sought had no door. He quickly ran into the house, not ready to see exactly what became of the only family by blood of the Boy-Who-Lived.

Author's note: Wow! I didn't expect this to catch on so quickly like this. Thanks to all of you who added this story to your favorites. It helped me get through my writer's block for this chapter. Sorry it took so long. Writer's block is a bitch. Not only that, but my mom decided that the family now needs to reorganize our entire house. I ended up writing most of this at school. Sorry if this chapter seems rushed. Emotional bits (Outside of anger) are hard to write. So please, comment on anything that I could do better. It truly helps.

-Beatdown