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Tension was high as Nia quickly led the group back into the living room. It was quite clear that the Kitsune blade was absolutely pissed at the two sisters, but everyone knew that the resulting fight would only damage the child in Pyra's arms even further, so they kept quiet. The moment they entered the room, Nia waved her arms in a few quick flicks, moving all the furniture to clear the space, and conjuring a simple medical bed in the middle.

"Lay him down on this." ordered Nia as she moved to place herself behind the bed. Pyra obliged, to the boy's dismay. Pyra, instantly seeing the boy's discomfort, gently cupped his face so that he could see her.

"It's going to be ok." said Pyra in a hushed tone." Nia here…" she paused, motioning towards the blade before continuing "...is going to get you all patched up. You're in good hands."

This seemed to console the small child as he looked at Nia with an exhausted look in his eye.

"So, Miss Nia… is a pretty kitty lady?"

A large blush appeared on Nia's face as she was taken aback at his statement, but she quickly recovered with a giggle, and replied "Yes little one, I am. Now, close your eyes. I'll take care of you from here, so rest up."

The little boy gave a tiny smile, before doing as he was told and falling asleep almost instantly. Nia then took a deep breath, raised her arms to the boy's level, and began to concentrate. Her core crystal and ether lines started glowing brightly as blue balls of energy formed around her hands. Soon, a similar glow surrounded the boy, making it seem like he was underwater. Gradually, the cuts, burns and bruises faded away, leaving behind pale-ish skin, and his broken leg straightened and mended itself quietly.

As Nia finished healing the boy's surface injuries and starting on the internal ones, she began to feel a slight disturbance in the boy's magic, which became more noticeable as she worked. It felt quite strong at first, but for each injury she healed, his magic would recede a tiny bit. This was worrying Nia, as her power had never caused this sort of reaction in anyone, magical or not.

The tiny fluctuations continued to occur as Nia pressed on, starting to hinder her as the jolts were beginning to disturb the flow of ether into the boy. At this point, Pyra and Mythra could feel the disturbances themselves; and Dromarch, while unable to feel the disturbances, could tell from the look on Nia's face that something wasn't going smoothly. All the while, the boy stayed unconscious, but a pained look had appeared on his face.

Suddenly, all the blades felt a huge drop in the magic, nearly causing them to fall to the ground. Nia managed to keep her resolve, but her face quickly turned to panic as she realized what was happening.

"Oh no! His magical core is collapsing!"

She immediately focused all of her power to his core in an attempt to stop the collapse, but all her fortitude only slowed down the process. Meanwhile, the other blades donned faces of panic of their own, before rushing to Nia's side.

"Magical core collapse! Are you serious?" cried Mythra as she reached out with her own magic to confirm what she had heard.

"Yes! I am!" cried Nia, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

"But, why would his core be collapsing?" cried Pyra, doing the same as her sister.

"I think..." Nia started before feeling another drop in the boy's magic. Focusing her power to catch it once again, she continued "...I think it's because his magic was always working. Keeping him alive and mending his injuries constantly. Now that his injuries are healed properly, his magic can finally have a break. It is essentially collapsing from exhaustion!"

Pyra and Mythra looked at each other before looking at the boy, a look of grief adorning their faces. Harry Potter, the only person to survive the killing curse, was dying of his own magic. Pyra looked towards her hands as they rested near the boy's chest. Then, an idea came to her as she realized that her magic was still probing the boy's.

"Nia, I know what we can do!" she said, a look of determination overtaking her features. The other blades turned to her, their eyes begging for her answer. Pyra turned towards her sister and asked "Mythra, your magic is still probing his, right?" Mythra nodded slowly, not seeing what her sister's plan was. Pyra then turned to Nia, who was just as confused. "Then Mythra and I should use our power to reverse the collapse, while you and Dromarch finish healing his physical wounds."

It only took a moment for Pyra's words to click within the minds of the other blades, and when it did, their panic was replaced with the same determination that Pyra felt.

They all got into position around the boy, the healers and the sisters standing opposite of each other respectively, taking extra care to not sever the magical links that they had created. Pyra and Mythra then started pushing their magic into the boy, making a net to catch his magical core. As they did this, Dromarch noticed that the magic of the sisters formed a familiar green glow just as it entered the boy's body. Once the 'net' was fully formed, the sisters turned to Nia and said "We're ready"

Nia nodded and closed her eyes to focus, then abruptly said "Brace yourselves!"

The sisters had barely enough time before they felt the whole of the boy's magical core slam into their magic net, nearly tearing right through it. It felt like the whole earth had been thrust upon them at the speed of light, threatening to crush them, The boy's face morphing into an agonizing, silent yell as this happened. Thankfully, they held the boy's magic back from the brink, and started giving more power to hold it together. Slowly, the core absorbed the power that was being fed to it, and started to grow back, the boy's face relaxing a little as it did so.

As Pyra and Mythra continued to give their power to the boy, Nia and Dromarch were finishing healing his wounds. Eventually, Nia came upon the last wound, the one that made the boy famous across the wizarding world, the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. As her magic flowed over it, she noticed that something was in it, and the magic from the sisters was trying to push it out, causing great pain to the boy. Nia grew concerned at this, for she had seen nothing like it before. It was as if the scar was actually a magic pimple, containing something horridly foreign within, ready to be popped. Nia had a bad feeling about what was in it, and knew that it needed to be removed, else it hinder all of their efforts. So, she focused her magic a tiny bit more on the scar.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

The scar immediately burst, causing the boy to suddenly arch his back and let out a banshee-like scream. A black ooze started pouring from the wound as well, and Nia could have sworn that it was screaming as well. This didn't last long though, as a black-ish ghost thing sprung out of the goo before quickly vanishing, with the boy calming down with it's departure. All the blades saw this and recognized a dark magic they hadn't seen in a hundred years.

They had destroyed a horcrux hidden within the boy.

But this shock ended abruptly when the boy's magic core began to suck hard on the magic in the air, severing the connections with the healers, and creating a bright green glow around the boy. The sisters nearly collapsed from the feeling of having their deepest power being drawn into the boy, and didn't notice that the black ooze had been absorbed as well. The glow kept growing and growing until it had completely engulfed the boy with it's brightness. Then suddenly, the light twisted and changed into a black hole, giving a moment of quiet for all.

Then it exploded in a flash of bright light, and everyone's vision went black.

Mythra groaned as she regained consciousness, her body throbbing in pain. She hadn't felt this bad since the last time the world ended over sixteen million years ago. As she came to her senses, she felt something off about herself. It took a little inward searching, but when she found out what was wrong, all the haziness cleared away.

Her deepest magic, the part of her that contained her and Pyra's original form, was gone.

Mythra bolted upright into a seated position, clutching her core crystal with both hands. It still felt smooth and whole physically, but she could no longer feel the energy of the true aegis blade within it. In her panicked state, she looked around the room, seeing that everyone had been flung into the piles of furniture around the room. The medical bed in the center, however, seemed completely fine. As she looked at the bed, she remembered what had happened, a new panic seized her.

"Harry!" she cried, stumbling upright and rushing to the bedside. But what she saw on the mattress halted all of her thoughts. She barely noticed her sister getting up in almost the exact same way she had, nor her rushing towards the bed as well. When she did eventually look at her sister, Pyra did the same. As they looked into each other's eyes, one thought was shared between them.

'How?'

Eventually, they heard the other two blades in the room wake up as well, Nia swearing as she did so. But it barely registered in the minds of the sisters, who had looked back down onto the bed. Nia started fussing up a storm as she got up to the bed with Dromarch's help, ready to tear into the sisters once again, but became quiet as she too was stunned by what she saw.

Laying on the bed, donning the same outfit from many millennia ago, was not the boy who lived, but the form of Pneuma, or at least a childlike version of her. The emerald core crystal on her chest was glowing brilliantly, even as it's owner slept so calmly.

The other blades in the room watched silently as the tiny form rolled onto her side, unhindered by the child sized armor on her tiny body. As she quietly snoozed, Mythra felt something stir within her. Before she knew it, she had picked up the sleeping child, and started to cradle her, rocking the child ever so carefully. Mythra looked up at the other blades, seeing Pyra covering her mouth with her hands, and Dromarch and Nia's mouths gaping wide open. Nia's face then turned into something between genuine shock and a shit-eating grin before saying half sarcastically "Wow. Mythra is the one with heavier maternal instincts. Who knew."

Mythra broke out into a heavy blush as she fully realized what she was doing and what Nia was implying. As she was stammering in embarrassment, the child let out a cute yawn, causing Pyra and Nia to coo at the sight. Dromarch broke out of his stupor as well, shaking his head before looking to Mythra once again. After clearing his throat he said "You should put the child to bed, she should be more comfortable that way. Once you are done, you and Pyra can finally tell us just what happened before you got home."

Mythra nodded slowly, then began to make her way to the house's guest bedroom. As she exited, she heard Nia mumble something before the sounds of furniture being moved filled her ears. The child started whimpering in Mythra's arms, most likely from the noise, so Mythra began rubbing her back. She continued to do so until she found the room she was looking for.

The guest bedroom was a fairly simple room, one they used whenever any of their friends came to visit. Ironically, the style of the room almost exactly matched the designs of the armor donned by the tiny child in her arms. The full body mirror, nightstand, lamp, dresser, and queen sized bed all had silver metal frames with green glass accents. The moon was shining through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow that made Mythra a little drowsy herself.

Ignoring the tiredness, Mythra walked over to the bed and started to tuck the child in. As she did so, she observed the child who not long ago had been Harry Potter. The young child had started turning in her sleep as she lay in the bed, a peaceful look on her face. One hand had gotten ahold of the long green ponytail she now had, and was now cuddling it like a bear. The scene made Mythra tear up, and as she finished putting the comforter on the child, she gave her a small peck on the cheek and said "Goodnight Harry." as she left the room, not seeing the child smile just a smidge.

As Mythra returned to the main room, she found Nia sitting her chair opposite the entrance to the room, Dromarch at her side. Pyra was sitting on a love-seat next to her, and motioned for her to sit next to her. Once she was seated, Nia took a deep breath and glared at the sisters.

"You caused quite the commotion, not getting home until very late, with an INJURED CHILD in your arms."

The sisters looked down at the floor, guilt apparent in their body language. But just as Pyra was about to say something, Nia raised her hand, stopping her, as she calmly said "Look, I'm too bloody tired to be angry at you, so why don't you just tell me what the hell happened. I'm fairly certain you have your reasons for doing whatever you did, I just need to know. Like how you ended up with HARRY POTTER of all people, let alone in that state he was in. So...please, tell."

However, the story would not be told just yet, for at that moment, the blades all heard a large bang come from the entrance, followed by heavy footsteps and loud clunking. Soon, their driver and husband, Rex stumbled into the room, panting heavily. Once he recovered, he looked at the blades and noticed how tired everyone looked.

"What in the architect's name happened to you guys?"

The blades all looked at each other for a moment before looking back to Rex.

"It's a long story." said Pyra, conjuring a seat for the man. "Have a seat, this might take a while."

Once Rex had taken his seat, the two sisters finally began the painful ordeal of describing the events of what happened that night, a story that brought out a feeling that all were too familiar with.

True sadness.

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-Beatdown