A/N Gabriel Herrol pointed out that Berserker wouldn't be able to fit in the cupboard with or without Harry. I wanted to say three things in response to that: 1) I have a really hard time getting a mental picture of measurements when it comes to feet and meters. 2) My thought process for how she could fit in there with Harry was that he is so small because of the malnutrition he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. 3) The only cupboard I've seen was able to hold me when I was around 5ft 10in. The rest of the things that Gabriel pointed out are going to be explained in this chapter.
Lionheart33 and Darkwarriorthecursedhero asked for longer chapters and I will try to do that but I'm trying to find a balance between making the chapters longer and more detailed while also updating regularly.
I think that covers everything from the comments so without further ado I give you the next chapter. Hope you enjoy and feel free to point out any mistakes you can find.
When Jason Colt made it to Number Twelve Private Drive he felt that something wasn't right. In his line of work it was common to go to muggle neighborhoods that had a decent amount of magic. However, there was a rather large enchantment on the house in front of him. Something that only a really powerful witch or wizard could pull off and even then it would take multiple days to finish. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "What the hell is going on here?" Jason started to walk up the driveway but stopped when he heard the crackle of a spell. He turned around and saw five men, four men wore suits and ties while the fifth wore a dark red cloak. Jason grit his teeth and breathed out an annoyed sigh. "Hello gentlemen, to what do I owe the pleasure of your interference in my job."
"judging by the lack of magic circuits in your body as well as that stupid getup I'm going to assume you are a wizard with that pathetic Ministry of Magic. We are here on official business so if you could go and run into the sewers like the little rat that you are that would be swell." Dante said as he looked at Jason like he was filth. Jason shook his head and let out a small chuckle. When the two of them locked eyes Dante saw the look of a demon inside Jason.
"I might not have many magic circuits but it would be very entertaining ii you were to try and interfere in my work. I am responsible for the children that activate their magic prematurely. Anyone that would risk endangering the lives of those children are nothing more than trash that I will incinerate. Do you understand what I'm getting at? Besides, I find it highly unlikely that the Mages Association would want to interfere with the affairs of the Ministry of Magic." Jason mentally prepared to fire numerous destructive spells. Most encounters between mages and wizards were non-violent affairs but Jason and Dante were both stubborn men.
"Normally that would be the case but the magic surge that came from here is identical to something very precious to the Mages Association. I doubt that a child is capable of something as great as this so I will say this one more time. Turn around and go home little rat." The two continued to stare each other down as the suits looked back and forth between the two powerhouses.
"Sir, we need to hurry. If a servant was really summoned then we should defeat it as soon as possible." Dante looked at the suit that spoke with distaste. He growled and raised his hand at Jason.
"I will give you only one chance to get out of my way rat. I was given a job to do and I intend to carry it out. One of the people in that house will be warmly welcomed into the Mages Association. Of course if you don't get out of my way we can have some fun before I go in there. These men set up a field that will avert any muggles in the area so I don't have to hold back." Dante's hand started to glow bright orange as he smiled at Dante.
"You remind me of a certain bitch I helped lock up a few years back. Do you have any relation to the Black family?"
"No. My name is Dante Thorn. I am also known as the Crimson Demon. What is your name rat?"
"I am Jason Colt. Otherwise known as the Death Hunter. I hope you're ready to lose at the hands of this rat." Dante motioned for the suits to stay back. Dante twirled his wand and Dante raised his hand. "Incind/Igni-." Before they could finish their spells the front door to Number Twelve flew past them.
A Few Minutes Ago Inside the House
I watched as Berserker grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open, ripping the lock out of the wall in the process. I was left speechless at her strength and a small part of me wondered if this was a dream created by my dying body. Whatever the hell was going on I wasn't going to pass up a chance at freedom. I stood and stumbled into the hallway where a drunk Vernon was staring at us flabbergasted. "What the hell was that light boy? And what is this freak? Where did it come from? Get back in that cupboard you damned freak." He kept yelling but nothing that came out of his mouth sounded like words. I've only seem him like this a few other times in my life. So he must have been drinking heavily to my death.
I took Berserker's hand and stepped past the drunk bastard. I wanted to make him pay but if I wasted even a minute his anger might sober him up. We were in the kitchen/living room where we could see Petunia and Marge next to each other singing some song horribly. There were four empty bottles of wine on the table. Looks like I was right about the celebration. They were so intoxicated that they didn't even notice us. I turned to the door and felt something bite down on my leg. I saw Ripper tearing into my leg so in a fit of rage I punched the dog in the face. It growled and bit down harder until Berserker picked it up and threw the damnable thing into Marge's face. I chuckled as I clutched my bleeding leg.
"Here." Berserker said as she ripped the tablecloth and handed me the smallest piece. I took it and wrapped it around my leg. I've done it plenty of times in the cupboard with pieces of Dudley's larger clothes. I walked to the door with a slight limp to my step but this was nothing compared to what that vile mutt has done to me in the past. I started to unlock the door but Berserker picked me up in her arms, I think the books I read called it bridal-style or something like that.
"I can walk on my own. You don't have to trouble yourself with me." She shook her head no and looked at my leg. I decided not to protest anymore and just go through with it. I leaned into her and felt a warmth cover my body. Maybe this is why so many people enjoy hugging their parents. Before I could think anything else she hiked up her leg and kicked the door with what I can only assume was her full strength. It flew clear across the street revealing several men but for some reason the two closest to us put me on edge.
"It's the servant. Contain her and that boy no matter the cost." Yelled out a blond man with a red coat. Another one stepped in front of us and pointed a stick at the others.
"I don't know who you are but it might be in that kid's interest to run. I'll see if I can buy you a bit of time." He ran at them while moving around the stick before a blue flame burst from the tip. The blond lifted his hand and a red fire burst forward meeting the blue head on causing both to disappear.
"Berserker what the hell is going on here?" She just let out an annoyed grunt before squatting down and jumping high into the air. We landed several blocks away from Private Drive but I could still feel something coming from that place. Whatever it was it made me feel sick. Berserker started to run so fast that it felt like I was in a speeding car. I couldn't see where she was running but there were many twists and turns along the way. When Berserker finally stopped we were outside of a warehouse next to a river. I have absolutely no idea where we are. "Berserker, where are we?" She looked around before pointing at an old sign with the only readable word being London. Wait a minute. We were in Surrey just a few minutes ago and now we're in London. "Holy shit, you are one fast girl Berserker." I caught the glimpse of a grin on her face.
I sat down and looked at what could only be the River Thames. I had seen it in maps during class but actually looking at the river itself was amazing. Resting my head against the cool medal I looked up at the sky and saw that it wasn't night yet. "How could that much happen in such a short time?" I looked over at her as she looked at the lights across the river. I cleared my throat and called out to her, "Berserker, I really am grateful for what you did but why did you save me?" She turned to me and looked confused. Berserker picked up a pipe and started to draw in the gravel. I stood and walked to her side. It read: You called out for a friend. I have desired one for a long time. I answered you for both of our desires. You were not happy there.
"I see, thank you Berserker. Is it hard for you to talk?" She looked sad from my question but she nodded nonetheless. "I think I'll be happy if I stay friends with you. Although do you know who those people were?" She shook her head and wrote something else. Five of the men there were mages but the one who told us to run was a wizard. I'm not sure what the difference is between the two other than wizards use wands and mages don't. I rubbed my head and let out a sigh. So the price of freedom is finding out the world is a lot bigger than I first thought. Magic being real isn't that big of a shock considering how fast my body can heal itself. "Nothing in life can be simple can it?"
Berserker let out something that was between a grunt and a chuckle. Just having her here with me feels so weird but at the same time it's a good weird. I leaned against her and rested for what felt like hours. I almost drifted off to sleep but a sickening feeling woke me right up. We both turned to see a motorcycle driving right at us. Berserker pushed me behind her and got in a fighting stance. She held out her hand and a giant weapon appeared out of a spark of blue light. When the motorcycle finally came to a stop the blond mage from earlier stepped off.
"You are a pretty fast servant. The association had quite a bit of trouble tracking you down. Now then we can do this one of two ways: the first is you surrender quietly and come in without a fuss. The second is you put up a fight, I kill you, and then I take that kid to the association. There really isn't much difference whichever way you look at it. So, what will it be?" He said with a look in his eyes that made me think of a nightmare I had a long time ago. This man . . . no, this monster wouldn't bring us in quietly.
"Berserker we should run. I don't think we should fight this guy." She didn't move an inch and that's when it dawned on me. She had ran like a speeding bullet from Surrey to here and he was able to find us. If we turn and run he'll either hit us with magic or track us down until we're exhausted. We have to take care of him right now. "OK, I understand Berserker. I'll do whatever I can to help you." I picked up the pipe she had used earlier but it was difficult to keep it up. Berserker smiled at me before rushing the mage.
"So you chose to fight. That's fine by me." His body lit up with green light like blood vessels. I watched Berserker swing that weapon so fast that he shouldn't have been able to dodge but he jumped to the side and hit her with a massive ball of fire. Berserker was sent flying back beside me and though smoke was coming off of her she looked uninjured. I stared at the man in shock and horror as he laughed at us. "So that's the difference. Normally a servant would be able to shrug something like that off and just keep coming at me. However, because you're magic isn't as strong as a mage's she is far too weak to defeat me. If you were a couple years older you would have stood a chance." Berserker let out a howl of rage and charged him again. Whatever he was doing it allowed him to stay just ahead of Berserker's assault.
Once again the man's hand glowed bright orange but this time I was able to see a spark. "Berserker jump!" She did right before the spot she had been standing at burst into flames. Berserker spun around and threw her weapon at the mage. This time he wasn't fast enough and got hit in the shoulder. She landed beside me with a smirk clearly visible on her face. "I don't know about you but Berserker seems strong enough to kick your flaming ass." Berserker rushed forward, grabbed her weapon, and slammed it into the mage's side. He was sent flying into the railing above the river. I ran over to her and started to look up and down for any injuries. "Are you alright?" She nodded her head and glared at the mage. I turned and saw him dusting his coat off, although his left arm was hanging limply at his side,
"OK, I am a proud man but not too proud to admit when I'm wrong. Even I can't take on a berserker class servant one on one. Unfortunately for you, I still have those four pieces of cannon fodder." While I was still in shock Berserker pushed me away only to be caught in chains that forced her to the ground. I tried to pull them off of her but they wouldn't budge; if anything they just got tighter while that mage laughed his ass off. "I'm lucky that I was able to get a reinforcement spell up in time or your little attack there would have broken every bone in my body. I guess that you are a berserker worthy of your name. It's a shame that I have to cut this meeting of ours short but I have one hell of a paycheck waiting for me." He raised his hand and it glowed.
"No please don't do it. I'm begging you, I'll come with you just leave her alone. She only fought you because of me." I pleaded but he just let out a chuckle that sent chills down my spine and for an instant I saw a man with a black cloak and burning red eyes.
"It's far too late for that kid. Ignis Falcon." A bird made of fire flew at Berserker so I jumped in front of her and crossed my arms. When it hit me my shirt was incinerated on impact while my arms suffered third degree burns. As the flames died down I saw that the mage's eyes looked like Vernon's. He can't afford to kill me because his people need me because I'm special. What makes me special damn it? What have I ever been able to do for myself? All I have ever done in my life is survive. Beating after beating, burn after burn, and scar after scar. I took it all hoping that one day in the future I would be able to do something to escape that hellish place and now someone had the kindness in their heart to save me and I can't do anything.
"Run!" Berserker screamed at me as she tried to get up and break the chains.
"I won't run so don't waste your breath. We are getting out of here somehow. For seven god damned years I have been nothing more than a slave and a punching bag. You said that you wanted us to be friends didn't you? Well as far as I'm concerned friends don't run out on each other. So you just wait for me to do something amazing." She nodded her head and I felt a pulse go through my body. It wasn't blood I know that much, but whatever it was it was strong. I watched as the skin on my arms repaired itself and that's when it clicked. I wanted to heal so that I could protect Berserker right now. "Haha I finally know how to escape from you guys."
"Is that so kid. Do you have some kind of hidden power to beat us." I shook my head and placed my hand on Berserker's shoulder.
"Not at all. I don't think you understand the position I've been in my whole life. I have been beaten and broken down day after day, but I always heal my body by the morning. It's done based on the desire that I have to survive and live into the future. On one weird day my aunt cut my hair horribly and by the time I got to school it had grown back to its original state. Then there was another day when my cousin and his gang of bullies were hunting me down. I hid behind a dumpster and I was hoping and praying that they wouldn't find me. Just before they found me I closed my eyes and felt my body being pulled through something, I opened my eyes and saw that I was on the school roof. If I was able to do that to avoid a beating I don't see how I can't do it here!" Chains sprung from the ground but I knew it was too late for them. I was already being pulled through along with Berserker and the last thing that I saw was the rage filled face of that blond mage as we escaped.
Alright that ends chapter 2. Next chapter will show what happened to Jason after Berserker made a run for it. The reason for Harry's intelligence will also be explained shortly. So the reason the Dursleys didn't react quickly to the summoning in the cupboard was because they celebrated a little too soon. Berserker isn't as strong as she should be because of the fact that Harry is still weak himself due to his upbringing. They will both get stronger as time goes on. As for the reason Berserker was able to move so far so quickly and yet Dante was able to stay just a step ahead of her during most of their fight: it is because Berserker was putting all of her energy into getting Harry out of there. Plus when she uses her weapon she is slower and Dante was using strength enhancing magic. I got that idea from Rin when I rewatched Unlimited Bladeworks.
As always I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please comment or review honestly so I can improve.