Wizarding Space Knight

ESKK: Well here we go the first ever Harry Potter Tekkaman Blade crossover fanfic. Now I'm going to model it a lot after other reincarnated Harry fics. Now then some of you may be wondering how I'm going to pull it off… well, read and find out.

"Talking."

'Thinking.'

"TEKK-SETT/VOLTEKKA!"

(Scene Change)

*Music Insert

-Lyrics-

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or Tekkaman Blade. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Tatsunoko.

(Start Prologue Surrey)

Harry Potter wandered around Magnolia Crescent with nothing better to do. The sun scorched his exposed skin and his face burned red. Despite slowly setting, the sun spent its last minutes igniting the earth with a vicious vengeance. From across the road his eyes spotted Dudley's little gang, sniggering like little children about something. Night was dawning, and they were parting ways. He watched Dudley light a cigarette to which Harry rolled his eyes to this.

Dudley Dursley, once a whale, now resembled a bear. He was still massive, but in a more aggressive way. The Boxing Club had done him a world of good. Harry sighed. He was sure that an event that had a positive effect on his cousin would have an inverse effect on him. Even from a distance Harry smelt the oppressive tainted essence of the cigarette. His gang, thugs of the retarded kind - also seemed to dislike the smoke, and waved and ran off. Dudley nodded at them, and turned around, and their eyes met and in turn his face contorted with disgust.

"You." Dudley growled as he glared at Harry in pure contempt.

"Hello Duddykins," Harry greeted as Dudley threw his cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it vigorously. Harry's eyes were drawn to the chain hanging around the larger boy's neck.

Rolling his eyes Harry began to take his leave but it seems Dudley had different ideas. "You aren't allowed to leave." Dudley said as this caused Harry to turn his head a bit.

"And?" Harry said as he glared at Dudley.

"And I'll tell dad." Dudley said to which Harry smirked a bit.

"A healthy, growing boy doesn't run to his father for every little thing, does he?" Harry responded as he did his best impression of Uncle Vernon. He wasn't sure why he was trying to piss his cousin off, but he found some sort of shameful entertainment in it.

"You might not be afraid of me, but you're afraid of him." Dudley countered causing Harry to grimace. Dudley wasn't particularly wrong seeing as for some reason, despite having come face to face with dragons, dark lords and basilisks, Harry always felt frightened when he would hear his Uncle approaching.

"Maybe, but - even if Vernon isn't afraid of me, he's afraid of them." Harry shot back and smirked when he saw how Dudley shivered. No doubt the rotund Dursley boy remembering the wacky family that had come to retrieve Harry in the previous summer holidays. Maybe the Dursley's didn't find him, their weak nephew intimidating, but they were terrified of the society behind him.

"Feeling awfully brave today?" Dudley said as his voice was condescending, which surprised Harry a tad. He didn't think the boy had enough courage to threaten him, especially when they both knew what lay in Harry's pocket. Despite all of this Harry said nothing which he may come to regret. "Not so brave at night are you?" Dudley said which made Harry raised a brow and gave Dudley a lame stare.

"It seems nobody told you that this is night. See when it gets dark like this -" Harry began to which would have been a good comeback if he had not been cut off.

"I mean when you're in bed!" Dudley called out cutting Harry off but despite that Harry didn't follow.

"What am I? Afraid of the pillows?" Harry asked, loud enough for Dudley to hear.

In turn Dudley gave him an ugly grin. "I heard you last night, moaning in bed," Dudley said as the implications of this for a boy Harry's age definitely had nothing to do with being brave, but he let that part go unsaid. Harry had suffered very few of those particular dreams, although, he mused, 'suffered' wasn't exactly the right word for it.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked yet despite himself, Harry felt a bit apprehensive. It had gotten dark and he wanted nothing more than to leave.

"'No, not Miyuki! Don't die Aki!' Who's Aki? Got yourself a freak girlfriend?" Dudley asked as this cause something to stir inside Harry.

'Aki? Miyuki? Who are they?' Harry thought as he looked to Dudley for a moment.

Before he could ask Dudley about it, or call him out on his bluff, an odd cold ran through his chest, sending shivers down his spine. The street lights went out, shrouding them in darkness.

"Oi, w-what are you doing?" Dudley asked as he had gone pale, frightened by the darkness, and Harry wondered what was going on. That was until Harry saw two strange shadows in the sky and in turn his blood ran cold. His heart felt as if doused in ice cold water.

'Impossible - It can't - they can't be here.' Harry thought in panic as he knew what was going on. He turned to Dudley and surprisingly it seemed that Dudley had followed Harry's gaze and had laid eyes on the most terrifying things he had seen in his short, sheltered life, if his purple face and shaking legs where anything to go by.

"Dudley," he bit the inside of his cheek as the creeping cold got closer, and he knew he didn't have much time, he needed Dudley as far as possible. "Dudley - run. Now!" he hissed his order because despite his dislike for Dudley he didn't deserve the fate of a Dementor.

Dudley didn't need to be told twice. As the huge retreating form of his cousin booked it down the alleyway and disappeared across the turn, Harry sighed and turned back. Floating towards him as ethereal scepters commanding fear and suffering were two dementors. They were close, very close, and as they wandered closer, their black cloaks ragged and torn and their bony arms reaching out, Harry pulled his wand out.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but the dementors had halted, and the one that was closer lifted the hood off its face, and the sound died in Harry's mouth.

"Expecto…..Expecto," Harry mumbled, as an unseen force tugged on his face and he felt the bones of the beast click as they drew closer, until the cold - so cold - hand of the dementor moved across Harry's cheek as if caressing it. Harry's mind stopped working and he dropped his wand, his legs giving way under the pressure.

And after that Harry knew no more.

(Dreamscape)

"D-Boy." A voice spoke from the darkness causing Harry's eyes to open to find himself in a plane of white nothingness. There was a woman there standing and holding him like a lover as she was as bare as the day of her birth. As Harry looked upon her he could not and it felt like an eternity was passing him by as he stared at her, mystified.

"Uh…" Harry didn't know what he should do now, and was about to introduce himself before the woman cut him off.

"Remember who you were... who you are... D-Boy." A lovely green-haired woman whispered tenderly, her eyes glittering an emerald color that would even put his own to shame. "Who you truly are." The woman said as she looked to Harry in this mysterious void.

The mysterious woman brought an ivory hand to his cheek, caressing it with great care - as if he was to turn to ash and fly away in the wind any moment now. When Harry looked into her eyes for but a moment he saw something longing, desire, and love. Who was this woman to look at him in such a way, and why does she look so familiar. Wasting no time, she closed in, to brush her lips against his in a feather-light kiss.

And like a broken dam, everything came flooding back in an overwhelming, fluid quality. Memories gushed endlessly, engulfing every last bit of perplexity within him. They sucked him into a void world, where there was only himself, and a large replica of Jupiter - where black and red feathers rained down in their millions.

He saw it all a sea of stars, an endless war, and most of all he saw suffering and death. His own suffering as from a first person point of view Harry saw conflict and battle. He saw how alone he stood against an army of untold horrors with the power they cursed him with. But he also saw being forced to butcher his loved ones whom had been made into these creature's slaves to ironically lead them to universal conquest. Harry saw how every battle he had to fight not only the foes outside but the foe inside trying to drive him into becoming another monster.

But despite all that suffering Harry saw light to accompany it. He saw how he made new friends and loved ones, new families, and a drive to continue fighting. That woman… his Red Star at the time who brought love back into his cold heart, Aki. In that brief moment Harry felt something appear in his hand and in turn looked to see an emerald Crystal in his hand. Seeing what it was and what it could do Harry knew he just knew that it was his power.

He knew how to activate it and use it to its full power. It was just one simple phrase for voice activation and it only worked in his hands and his hands alone. When that happens he knew what would occur but it was different this time around. This time he didn't have to fear the monster anymore, Aki… Aki helped him so long ago. This world was primitive unlike his old one but this warrior reborn anew knew that he had power now. It was time for the return of the Space Knight the rebirth of the White Hero of the stars.

"TEKK-SETTA!"

(Reality)

Dudley didn't know what was going on or what was happening. As he looked upon the monster about to end his life he could hardly move. As he began to panic he soon saw a bright green flash of emerald from where Harry. Not long after the Dementor that had Harry was flying away and in turn Dudley was freed when the one on him was skewered by a lance like weapon. He looked and saw a massive figure in white and red armor with the Dementor pinned to the wall. Its eyes flashed green as he glared at the Dementor.

"Not so fun when you're the one pinned." The robot said in a male voice as Dudley was wide eyed at what he saw. It looked like some sort of robot knight from the Tellie. He then slashed the creature in two allowing its two halves to fall on either side of the ground. It was dead as plain as can see but that was not the worst of it. As the robot man looked to Dudley he walked over to him making Dudley afraid.

"Go home Dudley, I'll clean up here and meet you there." The robot said and in turn Dudley recognized the voice. "You should be grateful thought anyone else would have let you die after all the shit you've done to them." The robot said and in turn Dudley knew it was Harry under there. In response Dudley ran for it to try and get away from Harry's wrath, should he change his mind about unleashing it on him.

Once Dudley was gone Harry looked to where the second Dementor flew off and saw that it was gone now. With a sigh Harry looked at his new body and knew one fact here. "Tekkaman Blade… is back." Harry said or in this case Tekkaman Blade announced as he then began to walk off with the silent hope he would have clothing this time after reverting to normal.

(Start Dursley Household)

Petunia Dursley could claim, with little hesitation, that she knew her nephew well. Now hold on. She would admit to disliking the boy, and she could go on and on about his shortcomings and flaws, but she knew him, as only someone who had raised him could.

For instance, she knew that the boy liked spiders, slept with his back up front and face stuffed in his pillow. She knew that his favorite dessert was apple pie, and that he liked to eat pizza cold. She knew that he hated wearing socks, and that he would try and read his textbooks and do his homework only when he thought they had fallen asleep. She knew that he felt helplessly small in his own clothes, and before he had those, Dudley's clothes. She had learnt that the boy's favorite pass-time was staring at those moving pictures of his parents, perhaps pretending he was there with them.

She knew all this useless trivia only because she couldn't help but notice these things reluctantly. She would shake her head and try and snap herself out of it. This is your useless nephew, she would say to herself. This is Lily's son, is what she would think.

When the Hogwarts Letter had come, she had resigned herself to sending him off - despite Vernon's insistence that the boy would stay. Some part of her felt like this was her chance to share something with the boy. She had always pretended to have forgotten everything about her sister, even when Lily had been alive. Feigning disinterest and saying oh really? Only to watch her sister bite her lip and walk away guiltily. It had pleased her to see Lily feel regret. Pleased to see her understand what she had done to her, how she had ruined her.

Then Lily has died and she had drowned all her own guilt, all her useless - they were useless now - apologies and forgotten it all. She had a well-meaning husband and a charming little boy - all things considered - waiting back for her at home. She had left the funeral service with no interest in ever returning. The gods had a place in their hearts for irony, however, and she discovered the boy out on her doorstep the next day.

Vernon wanted her to have nothing to do with the boy, and despite the fact that she knew better, she nodded and agreed to everything he said. Yes, of course, she had said, to what exactly she no longer remembered. Nevertheless, the boy was gone, and each summer when he returned she would have the same crisis all over again. Each time, whether it be flying cakes, flying sister-in-law's yes, she remembered, to whatever the Weasleys had been, something came up and she found another reason to hate him.

So when the boy had walked into the house, his skin pale and his figure straighter than when he had left, she immediately recognized that something was wrong. For one, his wand was hanging loosely in his hand, implying he had been using it a moment ago, and that as soon as he had entered, Dudley, who had been skittish since he had returned ten minutes prior had jumped and then excused himself to the restroom. She remembered something...underage wizards aren't allowed to do magic out of school...the words that the vile boy had said to Lily a lifetime ago. Ones that she had overheard. But she also noticed him hiding something in his pocket and Petunia dared not ask him about it.

True to the boy's words, an owl flew through their living-room window, left open for some fresh wind in the late summer heat. The owl had in its beak a letter, not one from Hogwarts, the little insignia was very recognizable - but one that she had never seen. She internally thanked any god who could listen that Vernon was running late.

"Ah, that must be for me," Harry said, walking up to the owl nonchalantly and petting it gently. He seemed to have gotten a confidence boost out of nowhere.

The boy had taken the letter, while she had moved as far as she could from the owl, and she watched him rummage through his pocket for something. He took out a little bronze coin. The owl clipped it in its beak and flew off after the boy muttered a word of thanks.

As Harry began to make his way to his room he stopped for a moment to look at his aunt. "I'll be in my room." Harry said before he took his leave of Petunia.

She thought that she could probably inquire more, but at the moment she didn't dare speak. The boy gave her one last look, those bright eyes of his so painfully familiar, in fact, he looked much more like Lily then what she remembered of his no-good father. She could swear there was something akin to smoldering rage just waiting for her to give him an excuse to unleash it on her. Then he was gone, quiet steps all the way up to his bedroom. She heard a soft thud and click as the boy closed his door.

Only a few moments later Vernon came home, grinning madly. His day had gone much better than hers it seemed. This had been a recurring theme for many years now. "The Adams, they've invited the family for dinner. Petunia dear, go get dressed. Tell Dudley to wear his suit. Yes, the blue one." Vernon went off tangent unaware of what had even happened mere moments before. The Adams, were of course the family that owned all the firms under the name Grunnings. With one glance upstairs, too quick for Vernon to notice - she uttered the very same words she had spoken so many times before.

"Yes, of course dear." Petunia responded with the same rehearsed response to a lot of her Husband's things.

As they were leaving, she went upstairs to make sure all the extra lights were off and no appliance was left on - the electricity bill had been horrendous the previous month - she walked past the boy's room. The door was shut yet she knew the lights were on from the crack beneath it. What unnerved her most was that the room was almost dead silent, no ruckus from the devilish owl the boy kept or from his own angry footsteps. When she was walking past it, returning downstairs again, the lights had been turned off.

(Later in Harry's room)

Harry was going through the newly awakened memories and needless to say he was not happy. Why was he reborn here in this world? He was content after finally defeating Radan once and for all. Was God truly that cruel as to see D-Boy suffer all over again? He was content to die by his lover's side in peaceful slumber knowing he could stop fighting at long last.

Had he become Gods errand boy now or was there something greater at work for the White Knight. Regardless of this Harry knew he had to escape this place as soon as possible and thus recalled all of his memories from then. Being their best shot at defeating Radan before more Tekkaman were found D-Boy was put through some military training in case it was ever needed. The Letter that came in by owl was an expulsion letter and that someone would be coming by to snap his wand. Harry could not allow that and here was the kicker to this story in Harry's case. A second letter arrived in his bedroom saying that help was on the way and not to give them his wand.

Harry in turn opted to escape whole he still can and deal with a few financial problems he had going. As D-Boy he had to go through many paperwork when he oversaw all of the young Tekkaman in the fight against Radan. One of them was a regular update on their bank accounts and their monthly budget use. Yeah paperwork the enemy to mankind as bad as Radan was in his previous life as D-Boy. The reborn Tekkaman knew that if he was going to deal with Voldemort he needed money to do so. Wars aren't funded by nothing after all. More so he would like to live a peaceful life again and despite having the firepower to make it happen he didn't know how magic would go up against a Tekkaman when in battle.

The Reincarnated hero knew how to hunt and he knew how to survive but he also knew when he was being watched. Luckily those skills carried on over to this life time. So it was with those skills he went to the window and observed for his wardens. Hopefully this time around he won't be made to hold one hostage to try escaping. Another thing he found strange, was that before he hadn't noticed them but when he looked back he should have heard that they were taking making a joke about being stealthy. Sure they were using an invisibility cloak but what use was it if that person could hear your footsteps. Anyone who knew even half of what they were doing would figure this out. And another thing about stealth is you don't talk or sigh like that. He caught a glimpse of a shimmer as the person took the cloak off and handed it to another person. Shift change this was his chance to escape and thus Harry did so.

(Later Outside)

Harry needed to put some distance between them so as he left he went out the backdoor to one of the neighbor's yards. He hopped a few more fences until he was a safe enough distance to leave and walk into the side walk.

Once Harry was on the sidewalk he walked for a little bit longer making sure to exercise caution. He didn't want nor need to be dragged back to his home yet. Not that he had any intentions of returning but needs had to be met for the young man living his second lifetime. Upon getting to a good enough spot Harry took out his wand that he had put in his pocket prior and stuck it in the air. A moment later a bus appeared out of nowhere to which the reborn Tekkaman smirked.

"Welcome to the night bus where… Oh hey Neville where to this evening?" Stan asked to which Harry was thanking his lucky stars he wasn't recognized.

"The Leaky Cauldron if you would Stan." He responded calmly as he boarded the bus.

"Right O' then. The Leaky Cauldron Ern Take her away." Stan told the driver and in turn once Harry took his seat they were off. For Harry he held on knowing the bumpy ride he was about to undergo.

Regardless it wasn't anything D-Boy hadn't taken on before. But as Harry closed his eyes for a moment he began to drift with his mind going to the love of his life as D-Boy.

"Aki…" Harry said as he wondered if she was also reborn with him. With a mental scoff Harry knew that alone was a fool's wish because the odds were NOT in his favor. Still he had some time and hopefully he can get the blueprints made for an old friend of his. Despite not needing him at the moment Harry knew that a Knight was nothing without his noble and loyal stead. And what was more noble and loyal then a Pegasus. Plus the clear uproar that was sure to follow would help cover his tracks a bit and all he needs is contacts, makeup, and either a wig or hair dye.

(Scene Break Grimmauld Place Two Days Later)

The past two days had been filled with tension for the inhabitants of 12 Grimmauld Place. The 'children' as they were often referred to inside and outside the 'grown-ups' conversations were being left completely in the dark. The Order of the Phoenix, they had learnt earlier in the summer, was everything they required and more. An actual dedicated force working against You-Know-Who.

None of them were allowed to sit in the Order's meetings, however. Not for lack of trying. Ginny had tried to sneak in with the excuse of helping her mother with tea, Fred and George had done the same with even less success, understandably. One look at them and Molly Weasley would know. Ron would just complain loudly whenever an adult was within earshot. That had resulted in a nasty hex from Moody. Ron didn't complain about the hex, however, for fear of more hexes. Hermione had thought better than to act out, but even she was getting more and more ambitious by the next day, still with no word from Harry.

All of them were worried about him, as the unlucky boy had supposed to be brought to Grimmauld Place on the ninth, yet what they had gotten instead was Mad-Eye's unintelligible shouting and pale, long faces that the Order members would leave with every meeting. Sirius, who had just been getting healthier, seemed now just as gaunt and tired as he had been upon his escape from Azkaban two years prior. Molly Weasley had looked incredibly worried and Remus Lupin looked sickly, but then again, he always did.

It was on the tenth that Fred had managed to sneak in a very long threaded extendable ear in the dining room before the meeting commenced. All of them had congratulated him with barely contained excitement and pats on the back. Their heads stuck out from the top of the stairway, the thin thread in George's hand.

All of them huddled together eagerly. Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George loomed down from the first floor. Moody was the first to be heard by the group. "Should've kept bette' guard of him, ain't it!" Moody growled and was in turn met with Sirius coughing out in a not-so subtle way of saying yes, you probably should have.

"I still can't understand how he pulled it off," Tonks piped in as she tried to figure out how Harry pulled a fast one on them.

"Made it easy fer him didn't we? What's ta pull off when you're on yer own, unsupervised and think Ministry's about ta have yer wand snapped? I'm not surprised the lad made a run fer it." Moody said as he had to admit when others are coming for you in a less defended place with little time to prepare the smart thing was to abandon ship as soon as possible.

"The whole of Magical Britain is in uproar. Harry Potter, the boy who vanished." Kingsley said as he looked to the group with worry.

"He didn't vanish, did he? Took his things and flew off, most likely." Moody countered but the frustration was there.

"Yes but Fudge can't afford to say that." Kingsley said his voice dripping with frustration over this entire event.

"It's quite unfortunate, but I have already confirmed with one Mrs. Figg - a squib assigned to look after Harry - that on that evening, there were Dementors in Privet Drive," Dumbledore was heard once more they all remained deadly still, hanging on every word.

"So you're saying," Remus began, his voice sharp and dangerous.

"That Voldemort's bribed the dementors to his side," Sirius finished and in turn a pin drop could be heard in the silence that followed. The children could only imagine that Dumbledore had nodded.

"I had thought," Dumbledore halted as he tried to find the right words. "That it would be a simple business of pleading self-defense. We even have a witness. Alas, this matter gets more confusing yet." Dumbledore said to which everyone grew worried.

"What else, I ask you Dumbledore? What other bad news do you have for us?" Kingsley asked, as he sounded on the whole distressed and exhausted.

"It's the Dementor's in question that is the problem." Dumbledore said as he looked to the group. "As you know the remains of one of the Dementors was found cleaved in two by a blade of some sort and from my sources in the Ministry one of the other Dementors was unaccounted for." Dumbledore said to which everyone was wide eyed by this.

"Why does one missing Dementor have cause for worry?" Kingsley asked as he heard about something like that in rumors.

"Because not long after the attack on Harry bodies have started turning up all of them showing signs of the Dementors kiss." Dumbledore said to which everyone got worried. "I have reason to believe that this Dementor has for lack of better terms gone on a binge eating spree." Dumbledore said to which that was worrisome. A rogue Dementor was no laughing matter especially one that was kissing and feeding in a startling amount.

"But what about Harry?" Molly asked as she wanted answers to Harry's whereabouts.

"That is a conundrum, when we had arrived young Harry was not there and the same can be said from the Aurors who came to look for Harry as well." Dumbledore said to which this meant the Ministry didn't have Harry. But if that is truly the case where was Harry?

"So we're at a loss then." Remus said with great worry over what had happened to Harry.

"Our only hope is to wait for the 12th and pray Harry shows up." Sirius said as he as worried because Harry was out there in who knows what state of being.

"Be that as it may we must focus our effort on locating the boy." Dumbledore said and thus they were all in agreement on this.

(The Next Day)

To many who knew her Hermione had been acting odd for the past 3 days. Nothing major mind you she still followed authority figures but there was a hidden sense of contempt for it. No one knew why exactly but they did know that something had stirred within Hermione that none of them could properly explain here.

What made it more worrisome was that Hermione was keeping her distance from Ron. She even went as far as to decline any attempts at cleaning the house she was forced to come over to. Something had changed in Hermione and whatever it was seemed to have the girl looking out the window every night as if expecting something or someone to show up.

But the Truth of it all was more complicated than that. The Transmigration of souls and their reincarnation cycles are confusing. The concept behind it is that when you die your reborn to a different time and place into a different body or form. The truth was much more complex than that because sometimes souls can reincarnate from different life times, eras, and rarely other worlds entirely. For such a thing to even occur would require a higher power to oversee it or in this case a Grim Reaper.

But for Hermione her dreams and memories showed an earth without magic invaded by alien monsters. In her dreams she was watching it all until she eventually joined the battles herself. But in those dreams she always ended up the princess to this White Knight whom had conquered her heart as well as his foes. A Knight whom was force to endure suffering of the highest order by slaughtering his loved ones made into slaves to these alien monsters.

But while humanity saw a hero she saw a soldier who wishes to finally rest. As the memories flowed Hermione knew deep down who this person was and had hoped she would see him soon in this world. It was once more night time as Hermione's notebook had the image of a robot much like the one from her dreams. But it was followed by an armored woman in crimson armor riding the robots back into battle. Around it was Kanji which suggested it was of Japanese origin.

Hermione looked at her shiny badge that made her a Prefect for Gryffindor. At first she was excited for it but when those dreams started… no those memories showed up Hermione was met with another thought… frustration over who her fellow Prefect was. Ron was her friend she won't lie but he was lazy and a glutton and at times she swore their friendship was finite. As long as it benefits him and his ego then he can be loyal. In fact Hermione was tempted to return her badge and give it to someone else so she would not have to be forced into doing all of the work.

Looking back at it now she often wondered why they were still friends. She then sighed to herself and began to get ready for bed… at least until an emerald glow began to pass by the window. Hermione went wide eyed to this as she ran over to the window and saw a green light pass by the sky. But what made it unique was that it was flying lower until it was about at building level.

"It can't be." Hermione said as she in turn ran out of the room in a hurry.

As she left Ron had to step aside when she ran. "What Hermione where are you going?" Ron asked as she looked to her.

"To see Harry!" Hermione called out as loud as she could so Ron could hear her. She didn't care if others heard her if she's right and they are both one in the same then Blade was here. But for Hermione it meant more than that D-Boy had also come to this world with her.

(Later outside)

Hermione ran into the streets chasing after the emerald light hoping to catch up to it soon. If her photographic memory was to be believed the light was to land somewhere close by. If she was correct and she hoped she was then that meant that he was here and well.

She was of course being followed by the Order but her mind was focused on one target and that was him. Eventually Hermione took a turn and arrived at an Abby that was still open surprisingly enough. As she saw it she held her hand at the door knob for but a moment hesitating to open it. As Hermione stood there for a moment she then swallowed her resolve and opened the door.

"Hermione!" Ron called out as he and the Order members had chased after her. But it was too late she entered the aby and began to make her way inside.

(Later Inside)

Hermione walked down the aisle hoping against hope she was not mistaken. That she did in fact see him fly through the sky tonight. As she walked she noted a massive figure standing at the podium his pure white armor making him seem intimidating yet at the same time like an angel of God himself.

The Order members walked in and in turn were met with the same sight as Hermione but for them this figure just screamed danger to them. But Hermione wasn't scared no she knew this figure and she knew he wouldn't hurt others unless he was provoked into it. The scene was serene oddly enough as even Molly was worried for Hermione doing something clearly reckless.

"Hermione get away from that thing." Ron said trying to warn Hermione but she was already in the creatures reach.

"Hermione!" Ginny cried out but instead the creature simply opened its right arm welcoming Hermione. Then she pressed her body against the warm steel of this form. Then to everyone's shock instead of doing something to cause her harm the creature simply hugged Hermione close with that same right arm.

"D-Boy…" Hermione began in a whisper as just being with him now… she felt complete.

The creature looked at Hermione almost shocked but then put the pieces together almost instantly. "Aki…" The creature Hermione called D-Boy responded as the two looked deeply into each other's eyes. "You're here." Tekkaman Blade said as he looked upon Hermione.

"And so are you, my Tekkaman." Hermione greeted as the two knew each other quiet intimately. Just then to everyone's surprise the creature called Tekkaman's body began to glow before he was surrounded by an emerald energy of some sort. Not long after Tekkaman began to glow before his armor and taller stature vanished to match Hermione's. When the armor was gone Harry stood in Tekkaman's place holding Hermione close.

"I guess I can't call you Aki anymore can I?" Harry asked as he looked to Hermione.

"No mainly because I can't call you D-Boy anymore either." Hermione countered and in turn everyone in the Order was shocked at what they saw occur here. In the end they all agreed on one thing and that was that many questions were to be asked and everyone wanted some answers. This was going to be a long evening for everyone. But unaware to them that the transmigration of souls had not finished its movement just yet.

(Scene break Godric's Hollow)

Aurors had managed to narrow down the location of the missing Dementor. Their orders were to either capture it or destroy it before it can cause any more damage. The Dementor was easy enough to follow the feral creature had left a trail of its victims behind. As they followed the trail one Auror began to notice footprints were forming as if someone was stumbling over their own feet. It was like with each body the feet were getting steady.

The Aurors continued to follow the path as some even drew their wands until they eventually arrived at the home where Voldemort was slain. To the shock of many the last corpse was being dragged into the house as they all got ready for a fight.

"Steady mates." The head Auror ordered as they began to approach the scene before them.

As they entered the room they began to notice the cold air had vanished but the sound of movement could be heard. Dementors normally leave trails of frost and lately this Dementor had stopped making such things. Eventually they came upon the room that was once Harry Potter's nursery and saw a cloaked being kneeling over its latest victim.

"There it is." The Auror said quietly wondering if they can sneak up on it.

"No sir wait don't you feel it its warm here." Another said and in turn they all took notice to this. Was this truly the Dementor that went missing and started to rampage? The possible Dementor then stood up with a hood over its head as in its hand was the amulet binding it to the Ministry. It then turned to the group and tossed the amulet to them as he heard them.

"I heard you all talking." He said as in his free hand was a crimson crystal of unknown origins. He began to walk torts them and gave their uniforms a look over from afar. "Heh nice outfits." He said and in turn he was ready. He focused his power for but a moment and in turn silence reigned in. At the sound of the world around a crow was heard and when the crow cried out the stranger was ready to transform.

"TEKK-SETTA!" The figure roared out holding his crystal high up and to the shock of the Aurors a blast of crimson energy shot out blasting through the roof and sending a few Aurors flying.

When the Aurors began to regain themselves the wall broke and from it a large black and crimson armored figure shot through and stabbed one of them through the chest. As he stood over them towering them all his crimson eyes flashed to life as he glared down upon all his foes. "Tekkaman… Evil." The being named Tekkaman Evil announced as he glared at those who had foolishly chased him when he was in that Dementor's body. "Had returned." He added as he then sliced the Auror in two causing his blood to spew out into a gore mess.

The Tekkaman didn't stop there as he then glared at the other Aurors who were horrified and terrified of what they saw. The last thing they saw was Tekkaman Evil charging at them as they fired off every spell they could at the monster towering over them.

(Later that Evening Big Bed)

Tekkaman Evil had flown all the way to London and was standing atop the landmark of a world untouched by Radan. As Evil stood there he looked at his hands and from that it didn't take him long to figure a few things about himself. Chief among them was that he no longer had the Radan parasite inside him and more so then that he wasn't bound by their will. He was free of the Radan influence not that it had to do much to him to begin with anyway.

So many things to do with his new freedom. Well Evil does have a few ideas with one of them being gathering information. Once that was done try and locate Blade and this time settle their feud properly. Blade won because his Blaster form malfunctioned at the last possible second. Speaking of his Blaster form it seems Evil didn't have access to that form anymore. Either the power was lost or he had to jump through hoops to reawaken it. Regardless Evil had his ambitions with chief among them defeat Blade and proving he is the stronger of the two. After that… well he wasn't bound by the Radan to conquer and destroy anymore but who is to say he can't conquer for his own sake. Evil will have to cross that bridge of what to do next when he gets to that particular bridge.

"Well then new world prepare yourself because this night Tekkaman Evil has been reborn." Tekkaman Evil announced before releasing a sinister laughter through the night.

(TBC)

ESKK: Well here we go a new fic and the first Harry Potter Tekkaman Blade fic of its kind. I do hope you all enjoyed it and will stay tune for the next chapter. So until the next chapter is published be sure to review before you leave and ja-ne.