Summary:
Harry Potter / Sekirei Cross-over. Harry, forced into exile to save his heritage from thieves, begins traveling the world. While in Japan, Harry happens upon an intimidating woman dressed in black, and gets thrown into a plot he never saw coming.
Disclaimer
I don't own Harry Potter in any way. JKR has those rights... Also, I hear Sekirei is owned by Sakurako Gokurakuin.
*Author's Note *
Some back story on a few of the Sekirei has been changed, just cause I wanted to use the characters and needed them to come from a different place. If it bothers you, tough.
Original Chapter Publish Date: 2012-02-28
Chapter Last Update: 2012-05-28
Chapter 3 – The Discipline Squad
The sound of knocking and yelling outside the door had somehow managed to increase in volume a moment later.
"Karasuba, what's going on, we've got training to gone done. We're going to be late."
While she stared at the door, Karasuba said in a voice clearly meant for Harry, "Ok, quick rundown."
Karasuba looked over at Harry and said, "That's Benitsubasa. She prefers fighting hand to hand and has an affinity for earth based attacks." Then a mischievous glint could be seen in Karasuba's eye when she said, "She also hates how small her chest is and thinks her ass is too big."
Harry gave a back of laughter while he dispelled the wards around the table where they had sat, "I don't know if I'll sink low enough to use that but I'll leave it on the table as an option. Want me to stay right here?" Harry asked as he gestured at the table they had sat during their heart to heart conversation.
"Yeah, just play along," her face immediately dropped into the mask of menace that dominated their talk in the tea shop this morning as she walked to the door and quickly yanked it open.
Two women stood in the now revealed hallway. The first that Harry saw had white'ish-silver hair similar to Karasuba's, only without the imposing presence and not nearly as tall. She had overlarge metal claw prosthetics on her hands, and her body was wrapped in medical gauze underneath a tattered and well worn kimono.
'This must be Haihane,' he thought as he somehow mentally compared her to his memories of Tonks. She must be an amazing fighter to be capable of using those things in battle, but must lose her common sense outside of the fight and become clumsy as hell, hence why she's completely wrapped in bandages.
The other woman was obviously the woman who had screamed like a banshee earlier. Harry internally snorted to himself, 'Girl was more like it.' She had obvious anger control issues, and had no sense of internal monologue. She was youthful in appearance, and had a toned body with reddish pink hair. And, Harry laughed internally, like Karasuba had said, she had a flat chest and a lot of junk in her trunk.
"Why are you shouting outside my door as if you think I care about what you think, Benitsubasa?"
It was immediately apparent who ran the discipline squad.
The sentence was uttered with such loathing and malice that Snivelous himself would've smiled a vomit inducing grin had he heard it. Karasuba was definitely an artist when it came to intimidation without resorting to actually doing all that much. Either you had it or you didn't, and she had it in spades.
Benitsubasa shrunk in on herself like a kicked puppy. Haihane, unfortunately seemed quick to demonstrate the low-self confidence Karasuba had mentioned earlier. She seemed to slump just a bit more after the verbal scolding while she looked down at her feet.
Watching Benitsubasa being rebuked didn't bother Harry especially, but Haihane's posture seemed to strike a chord, and that's when Harry firmly recognized what was so familiar about her.
She reminded Harry of Luna of all people.
Harry could see bright eyes that still had a bit of innocence in them, which was honestly surprised Harry considering what he knew about this group's typical tasks and duties. But she obviously thought very little of herself, and Harry could just see Benitsubasa being the bully of the group, constantly bringing light to any of Haihane's shortcomings.
Harry decided to stop his internal musings and analysis. It was time for some fun
"So who's the little girl with the loud-mouth at the door, Kara?" Harry shouted bringing the newcomers attention to him.
Weasley red was an accurate description of the color Benitsubasa's face had slowly morphed into. She was still a few notches below his target of the vein-throbbing fury that Vernon could hit so easily.
Haihane on the other hand merely looked curious at the newcomer who so casually insulted a member of the squad in front of Karasuba.
While Karasuba had just deftly demonstrated hers, Harry had many ways of intimidation unique to himself. Some involved a simple flash of his aura, visibly for non-magicals, and invisibly for magicals. Others involved an almost inverse form of Legilimency, where he passively stared into someone's eyes and brought up random traumatic events he had experienced that would subconsciously flit the emotions across the victims mind.
Right now, he was projecting a Dementor's aura deep into the red-headed bully's mind.
"What, have you got no name little girl? We were collaborating on a siege and demolition strategy for an upcoming op. I hope you have a good reason for barging in here and imposing your presence upon us," Harry sneered with his best imitation of Malfoy arrogance, making up the bullshit story on the spot.
The girl took a step back in obvious horror, though her internal confusion showed through as well as she had no idea just why she just moved. The entire effect was ruined when Karasuba began to cackle with mad laughter at the whole situation. "Oh, you have to teach me that. That was beautiful. Miya and her scare tactics have nothing on whatever the heck that was."
Harry released the subtle connection with Benitsubasa at that point and gave a slight smirk at her confusion that had slowly turned into rage directed at him. Harry ignored the over-confident idiot and turned to the other woman, who to this point had remained completely silent while she observed everything that had transpired.
"You must be Haihane, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Harry"
"Hello," was her only response. With that, Harry pondered his previous assessment of Haihane again, 'Well, we definitely need to give some confidence to her. Maybe I was wrong to think of her like Tonks and Luna, this may be more of a true Neville situation. Or maybe they're all the same in the end.'
After he gave a quick internal vow to never psychoanalyze his friends again, Harry turned back to Benitsubasa, "A pleasure to meet you as well. What did Kara say your name was? Nubs, I think?"
Karasuba had now turned around and cover her mouth in an effort to not laugh out loud at the look of absolute fury that had crossed the Sekirei's face that was now directed at Harry.
'Success,' mused Harry. 'We have achieved full Vernon vein-throbbing rage.'
"Who is this human, boss?" was what Benitsubasa finally managed to grind out between clenched teeth.
"Oh, this is my new friend," Karasuba said as she looked Harry over with a salacious leer. "He's going to help me with some specialized training that I doubt you'll be able to handle. I honestly hadn't considered including you on it."
"Oh, I can handle it," Benitsubasa said without hesitation. "There's no human that can possibly do anything I can't do," she said. She turned to Harry and stared into his eyes and promising him nothing but death if he accepted her challenge.
"Really, you're interested too? I'll see you in the training room, sweetie," Harry replied with a over-the-top false cheeriness. The urge to walk over suddenly and give the obnoxious girl a pat on the head occurred to Harry, but he wisely decided that Karasuba wouldn't appreciate a full-blown brawl in her apartment if Benitsubasa reacted like he expected her to his taunts.
Harry didn't quite know it was possible, but Benitsubasa's ire just rose and rose, before it was suppressed as she smirked evilly, turned, and left quickly.
Haihana seemed to be confused as to where to go, until Harry spoke up, "Haihane, walk with us."
The group of three slowly began walking to the training room. "So what do you want me to serve on the menu for her, Kara?" Harry eventually asked as they walked, as his lip curled upwards and his eyes danced with mirth.
"Do you want pain, torture, humiliation, or an instructional beat down?"
Haihane's eyes widened as she heard this and turned to her squad leader, and her eyes suddenly grew more as she realized Karasuba had already begun to devote serious thought form of torment to ask Harry to unleash upon Benitsubasa. This lead also to the natural revelation to Haihane that Karasuba thought this human was capable of following through with his words and her instructions.
The effect as Haihane looked back and forth between the two in utter shock was quite comical to Harry.
"Annoyance… and then total humiliation," Karasuba finally said thoughtfully.
"Understood, though my friends and I would typically refer to that combination as 'prolonged minor humiliation with a large money-shot'," spoke the now jovial green-eyed man.
"Any more talk about money-shots and I won't have any reservations about introducing you to my sword," replied Karasuba with a leer.
"You're both actually serious about this," Haihane finally burst out, trying to come to grips with something that made no sense to her at all. "You're not a male Sekirei, so what's going on?"
Harry smiled kindly at her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and leaned in and said, "Just enjoy the show. You, Kara, and I will talk afterwards. I've already thought of a few things I would like to do for both of you."
With that last enigmatic statement, the group was silent all the way to the training room.
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The group entered the highly advanced training room and saw Benitsubasa glare at them as they entered while she stretched the far corner.
"I can't help but feel she's taken this personally somehow?" Harry says with a falsely loud whisper to Karasuba and merrily veered off to stretch in the dead center middle of the room.
Harry began to mentally prepare himself for this fight. He focused upon a mental break-down of the likely method of attack's he would see. Karasuba had said she was a hand to hand fighter that utilized earth based attacks.
'So, avoid close quarters and more than likely expect random medium range ground-based wave attacks,' Harry summarized the tactical situation to himself. Apparition would be the easiest annoyance setup, along with stinging hexes to her ass. And since she has such a complex about that part of her anatomy, I wonder how we can use the other half of it against her…'
He already knew his finisher, it was something Bill Weasley had performed on him multiple times years ago during training duels, and Harry had only succeeded in returning the favor once before Bill joined his traitorous family in their pursuit Harry's fortune.
This was going to be so much fun.
"Are you going to fight me hand-to-hand, human?" Benitsubasa said mockingly after she noticed that Harry carried no obvious weapons.
Feeling that somehow, Benitsubasa still wasn't quite angry enough, Harry did his best attempt to channel Gilderoy Lockhart and responded with, "Nubs, Nubs, Nubs… Of course not, that would be stupid."
The whole thing was said with a winning smile that was a borderline caricature of Lockhart with the number of teeth shown. Harry even used a subtle charm to make the corner of one of his front teeth twinkle at her. If one could feel amusement in the air, Harry would have been able to feel as it pulsed in his direction from both Karasuba and Haihane. That is, if those same sensors wouldn't have been overwhelmed by the molten lava of anger that erupted from the volcano he was about to fight.
Karasuba finally spoke up, "Ok, you two, here's the rules. It's quite simple, no killing, no dismemberment, no maiming on purpose. Go till one of you is unconscious or unable to continue."
"Begin on my mark, three, two… one…. MARK!."
Harry immediately disaparated silently and disillusioned himself behind Benitsubasa. She had managed to run halfway to where harry was before she swiveled around and screamed, "Where did you go, cheater?"
Harry threw his voice behind the girl and watched appreciatively as she made a quick turn to search for him as she listened to his taunts, "Come on Nubs, there's no such thing as cheating in a fight in the real world."
And with that, Harry launched a wandless and silent stinging hex at the girl's ass. The loud childlike squeak of pain almost had Harry fall over in laughter, but he very wisely disaparated before a ranged shockwave blew through where he had just been standing. Another stinging hex was followed by another which infuriated the red-headed fighter even further.
"You know," said Harry casually after a few more minutes of randomly thrown stinging hexes and taunts. Benitsubasa was completely off-balance now. Each time he threw his voice she would respond with a shockwave launched in directions nowhere near Harry actually was. "I think I figured it out. I know why you can't beat me. It's your sense of balance. Your ass is so big, and your front is so damn flat. Here, let me help."
He apparated directly in front of her and cast engorgio's with both hands before he popped away again. The girl's near flat as a board chest was now large enough to make a porn star jealous. She stared down in shock at what she was seeing, partly due to the added weight, and partly due to the fact there was no way her current outfit was designed with her current chest in mind as the shirt tore and left her completely exposed.
"You bastard," she screamed in rage and pounded the floor with both fists, all semblance of control completely lost now.
The pulse of the shockwave extended outwards in all directions from her, and would have flung Harry back into a wall had he not simply apparated to Karasuba's apartment and then popped straight back into the room again. He removed the disillusionment upon himself and stood there behind the girl, as she seethed.
In a cold voice, Harry growled, "Are you ready to begin Nubs," while he threw a temporary silencing ward at Haihanne and Karasuba. Benitsubasa turned and threw another shockwave at Harry, but he'd already apparated again, but this time it was different.
Powerful wizards could apparate very close to what would be considered absolute silence as they grew older and more settled into their magic. However, they also had the capability to completely overpower the teleport, making a 'CRACK!' so loud it could burst nearby eardrums on occasion.
Which is exactly what Harry tried to do.
The floor shook, just like one of Benitsubasa's Earthquake attacks. It wasn't enough to knock her down, but combined with her now off-kilter center of gravity, it definitely distracted her. Harry appeared directly in front of her, petrified her, and threw out a bank of fog that began to swirl in the room around them
When the fog cleared ten seconds later, Karasuba and Haihane couldn't believe the sight in front of them.
Benitsubara was in a bright orange clown suit, with pale white makeup covering her whole body wherever it was exposed. She had large red shoes, with a button red nose, topped with a frizzy wild rat's nest of electric purple hair. The final and most flashy part of the loud-mouths new charmed appearance was the neon sign that flashed above her head in letters that pulsed the phrase, "Why So Serious?" in multi-colored fiery letters.
"Do you yield?" Harry asked casually to the girl, who of course couldn't move other than through her eyes, which shot lasers at Harry.
Harry snapped his fingers, "Oh silly me, I forgot, you can't move can you? Here you go," Harry haphazardly waved a hand at the fem-clown's mouth, and asked again, "Do you yield?"
"I'll never yield to a damned monkey, do you hear me?" she raged in a high-pitched helium-filled voice that leaving Harry to wonder if he had ever been less intimidated in his life by a threat from an opponent
Having failed to come up with a less scary villain that he had faced in combat in his life, Harry cocked his head and smiled, "Perhaps I should put things in perspective for you," and with that, Harry conjured a full length mirror and finally allowed the unfortunate fighter to see just what had put her fellow members of the Discipline Squad on the floor as they laughed like hyena's.
The blood-curdling high-pitched scream that met their ears made all three other people in the room flinch as it registered to Benitsubasa who exactly she had just looked at.
"Enough," Harry finally said and stunned the girl. He absent-mindedly released the body bind so she fell rather ungracefully onto the floor.
Harry walked over to Karasuba and knelt like a knight in front of his queen and asked, "Have I accomplished my mandate, fair lady?"
The two women merely looked at each other, and doubled in laughter again at the spectacle. Harry stood up, looked at Haihane, and grinned evilly like a Cheshire cat, "So… you're next, Haihane?"
The silver haired woman's laughter died immediately and she looked like she had just sucked on a lemon.
The only intelligible thing Harry could make out from her stammered and stuttered reply was, "Clowns… Insane… Boobs… "
This just caused Karasuba to laugh even harder, and even Harry couldn't hold his face any longer and his laughter joined Karasuba's. "Ok, enough fun, I believe I said I would do something for you Haihane, no?"
The woman could only nod apprehensively, since she had no idea what the crazy man who teleported around the room could possibly do for her. Karasuba finally recovered enough to listen in, though every time she glanced behind Harry the sound of her giggles would fill their ears like a five year old on a sugar high. All of the randomness was about to approach a level just on the other side of too much for Haihane, and Harry could tell her efforts to remain calm in the face of her suddenly increased levels of stress had begun to erode.
"Well, here's the story," Harry said as he sat down with his legs crossed in front of Haihane and Karasuba, where he then threw out his standard wards around them to ensure privacy.
Harry began, "I ask that you bear with me here, this whole explanation leads somewhere. Very long story short, I'm a wizard. There are hundreds of thousands of us, all over the planet, hidden for our own safety."
Harry held out his hand, "We can control fire, " and as he said this a small flame appeared in Harry's hand, "Water, " the flame froze into a perfect ice sculpture of flame, "Air," a light breeze began to pass by the three of them, "and Earth," Harry threw the piece of ice into the air and transfigured it into a piece of stone and caught it.
"We can destroy," Harry threw the stone and blasted it with a silent wandless Reducto, turning the stone into pieces of sand and dust.
Then Harry looked directly at Haihane and said, "And we can heal."
Harry reached out and touched the bandages exposed just past the massive gauntlets she wore, "Why do you wear these bandages all over your body?"
Haihane flinched, and looked at Karasuba, who simply nodded.
Harry wasn't sure if this action had just granted her permission to speak, or the encouragement to trust him, but he wasn't going to complain if it got Haihane to talk to him.
She looked down, "I accidentally cut myself… a lot… with my blades. It's usually the same places over and over again. A lot of them get infected, and most scar or leave holes and pieces of myself missing as they heal."
"So you bandage your entire body in order to hide yourself? The cuts and the scars?" Harry reached over and lifted her chin, so she would look him in the eye, "If I could heal you, if I could make it so the blades don't cut you anymore, would you still use the bandages?"
Eyes widened in disbelief at the possibilities offered by the question, "No, I wouldn't…. but that's not possible."
With the certainty that he now had her, Harry simply smiled his Potter Smile, and said, "Of course it's not possible, it's magic," and waved his arms comically in the air.
"Come on, let's fix you up. First, let's get you out of the gauntlets and these bandages. Set the gauntlets over there, we'll deal with them after this."
She walked over to a nearby wall and set the gauntlets down. Returning to Harry cautiously, she waited for what was next.
"Ok, do you trust me? Take off the Kimono and the bandages," turning to Karasuba, he asked, "Kara, please don't kill my friend as I summon him in. Dobby!"
Karasuba barely had time to raise an eyebrow in question when a tiny green pile of hats that bounced popped into the room. The odd shaped bobbed comically up and down with excitement.
"Yes sir, Harry Potter, sir. What does the great Harry Potter needs from his Dobby?"
With a look back at the two women, he said simply, "I'll explain him later, during the unabridged retelling of my life story," and stuck his tongue out.
Harry did not pause to wait for a reaction from the two silver-haired warriors. Instead, he turned to Dobby while keeping half an eye on the wounds slowly being revealed on Haihane's naked body as she removed her bandages, "Dobby, can you go to our potions room, and get me the following? Three, no… four jars of anti-bruise cream, two jars of scar removal cream, and start Tripsy up on brewing a three month supply of scar removal cream to cover roughly eight square feet per daily application? Thanks."
The elf merely nodded and popped away without another word.
"Where did that guy come from?" Karasuba asked once she found her voice.
"Again, long story told very short. That's Dobby, a house-elf. Wizards enslaved them millennia ago to be a servant race. Now they have symbiotic relationship with us, drawing magic to survive by being bonded to an individual or a family line. I saved Dobby from some really abusive masters about fifteen years ago, so he's rather over-the-top in his loyalty to me now."
Harry conjured a padded table, and motioned the now embarrassed and naked Haihane towards it, "Lay down on your back," and then promptly turned around again to give Haihane some measure of privacy. As she lay down, Harry conjured two towels to place across her chest and upper hips to protect her modesty.
"Don't worry," said Harry, looking directly into her eyes for emphasis, "I bet if I ogle you even once inappropriately, Karasuba will pound my skull into the ground faster than you can blink, right?"
The comment brought an affirmative nod from Karasuba, and small laugh to break the tension from Haihane.
"Now, what do we have here…"
Haihane had a beautiful figure, but it had been ravaged by both battle and her weapon of choice. She had open and infected wounds that looked like they have been continually aggravated and slashed dozens of times on her stomach and upper and outer legs. Randomly placed scars also covered most of her exposed pale body, and the towels likely covered even more.
"Alright, here's my plan Haihane. I'm going to first heal your open and infected wounds. Then we'll get the bruise paste over those to heal anything left over. Then, I'm going to do my best to heal some of the larger scars today. We'll focus mainly on stuff that's constricting and causes pain for you when you move. Scar tissue removal is really tedious work, and I could be spending the next month straight, eight hours a day likely getting rid of all of these. Unfortunately I really don't have the time to devote to that at the moment."
Haihane began to look crestfallen, at the thought that it would take that long to clear the ravages from her body and Harry wouldn't likely be able to dedicate the time to it.
"Hey," Harry said, as he touched the side of her cheek so she would look at him, "that's why I had Dobby bring scar removal cream with, along starting my potions elf up on brewing a massive batch for you to use on your own, ok? It'll take a bit longer, but the only effort involved will be putting this stuff on before you go to bed each night, ok?"
This statement brightened her mood considerably, and Harry focused his attention on which wound to heal first.
It was obvious where to start.
Among her various injuries, there was one large slash that bisected her stomach, that had stitches in it that seemed to have half pulled out.
Harry noticed she had leaned forward in attempt to watch what he was doing more closely so he decided to make her a bit more comfortable. "Here, I assume you wish to watch what I'm doing, so look into this," and with that, Harry conjured a mirror, floating in the air above her head, which could be angled to see what was going on."
"Thank you for all of this Harry," she said, slightly misty-eyed.
Harry simply looked at her with a small smile, and went to work.
Harry carried many wands on him at all times in a hidden holster on his right arm. His trusty Holly and Phoenix wand, Voldemort's original wand, his parent's wands, the legendary Elder wand, and finally, a wand he had picked up in Australia. It was short, only four inches, and made of Beachwood and Siren's hair. It was what was known internationally as an artisan's wand. It was for fine control when objects were enchanted or a patient needed to be a healed, as using something like the Elder Wand for meticulous work such as healing was the equivalent of using a Sledgehammer to break an egg to make an omelet. For most healing spells, fine control and patience were a must to prevent the victim from being scarred, and that's exactly what he wanted to prevent here.
"First, I'm numbing the area of this contusion," he said as he figured that Karasuba and Haihane would like the play by play so they might understand what was going on.
"Next I'm going to vanish the stitches since they won't be needed anymore," and with a wave of his wand, all the stitches in her stomach were gone.
"Now, the wound doesn't look infected on the surface, but there may be something inside that we can't see, so I'm going to pull it apart, and clean the whole wound magically before I begin closing it. Don't worry about pain, because the numbing charm will make sure you don't feel a thing from this."
Harry was not surprised that his guess was right, the wound didn't seem to have been cleaned properly in some areas, and this would have left a nasty surprise later on for Haihane to trooper through. A few quick Scourgify's and the wound looked fresh and clean, and the wound no longer had any blood pooled in random spots anymore either.
"Now, I'm going to begin sealing up the deepest part of the wound with a mending charm. Different charms are used for different levels of the skin, as the higher you go the more 'dead matter' is in your skin"
After Harry had muttered incantations over the wound over the course of two minutes, both women watched fascinated as the four inch long wound began to slowly seal itself.
"Now, we clean up the top layer, and lay the foundation for the last spells to close everything up without a scar." The muttered and slow wand movements had begun again, only this time the rate the remainder of the wound mended seemed to almost go too slowly to see. Eventually, after twenty minutes of constant motion, Harry finished and left smooth skin in a half inch wide, four inch long line across her stomach where there was visibly no scar tissue present.
"And that is how you close and heal a wound. Go ahead, touch it." And both her and Karasuba touched it with amazement reflected upon both of their faces, though the blushing Haihane made when Karasuba touched her almost made Harry chuckle so he had to look away and pretend to examine her legs.
Harry adjusted the mirror so she could watch him work on her legs. There were six wounds there, and worked them all simultaneously through each stage. Eventually, an hour and a half later, all the wounds were completely healed and looked like they had never been in the first place. He had Karasuba administer some anti-bruise paste to those areas, while Harry began his debate on what to do next.
Harry then thought it was best to solve the problem then continue to deal with consequences of it.
"You'll need to start putting the anti-scar cream on each night. No bandages needed or anything like that afterwards, it'll get absorbed directly into the skin with each treatment. You can even shower right afterwards to get rid of the nasty smell the stuff gives off. Do this for two to three months, and every scar will be gone. When I have time, I'm sure I can spend an hour or two helping them along with my wand too, ok?"
The smile he was getting from Haihane could've lit a city like Toyko on its own for a day.
"I still have a lot of things to do today, so I think I'm going to skip out on the major scar cleansing for now. What I really want to get accomplished now is to enchant your gauntlets so there's no chance of you accidentally slicing yourself with them anymore."
"And just how is that possible?" asked Karasuba. There was no doubt in the question. She was avidly curious what else magic had the power to perform that would make their lives a bit easier.
"I'm going to put a few enchantments on them. Warming charms to keep the metal slightly warm so they won't be cold in the few places where they touch her bare skin. I'll embed runes so they won't ever break or lose sharpness. Probably put some cushioning charms in there so they feel like they're padded on the inside. The most important thing I'll do is add a blood-repelling ward to the sharpened metal surfaces of them. This way, they won't be able to get within a half inch or so of your skin unless you're deliberately trying to push through them. Otherwise, there will be a very slight repulsion against them every time you inadvertently get too close to yourself."
Haihane's eyebrows rows steadily and more steadily upwards with each added detail of what the gauntlets would be capable of now. Karasuba's weren't that much different, but looked thoughtful at the time. Harry assumed she was thinking of what could possibly be added to her Katana, but Harry had other plans for Karasuba's choice of weapon.
"Dobby!"
"Yes sir, Harry Potter sir."
"I need you to bring a few books here to me. I need the two main books on metal-based weapon enchants I know are in the Potter library, and that really nasty looking Blood Ward book that was part of the Black Library that we placed in the main vault."
"Also, can you bring me two random books that are introductions to magic? About intent and stuff like that. Just make sure they weren't written in England. They should be among the things I purchased right when I arrived in South America."
After Dobby popped away again, he turned to the girls, who were busied themselves with the application of the scar removal cream to Haihane. Unable to control the inadvertent blush that now had his face a bright red due to the sight of two females rubbing Haihane's still naked body, Harry focused on the start of the disassembly of Haihane's gauntlets.
While he did that, he spoke aloud to the girls, "When he brings those books back, I can make a translated copy of both, so you can read them instead of getting bored watching me etch runes into Haihane's gauntlets."
The slow tedious work wasn't something to induce high levels of excitement, especially for the action prone Sekirei, so the two women sat and read about the strange new world of magic while Harry meticulously placed all the required runes and charms on the arm-sized weapons. Eventually, he had Haihane place some blood in a vial, which he then extracted with an eye dropper and placed one drop each on each blood rune that was engraved before he empowered each rune cluster.
The final product easily re-assembled with a wave of Harry's hand, and Haihane tentatively pulled them over her arms.
"Oh wow," exclaimed as her arms slid in. "The difference is like like night and day. They're much more comfortable than they were before."
Harry grinned, "Cushioning charms are one of the most amazing things ever created. I figured you might like those."
She nodded vigorously and had steeled her face as she geared herself up for the true test. She extended a clawed finger and went to tap the middle of her leg with it slowly. The finger got to within a half inch of her skin before it was repelled upwards slightly.
Haihane's eyes widened as she tried it again and added more fingers each time. She poked more places on her body, never once did the blades touch her skin. She now looked like a proverbial three year old with ants in her pants as Karasuba and Harry observed her contortions as she continued to poke herself.
"I take it you're satisfied?" Harry asked, not even slightly ashamed at his failure to keep his amusement out of his voice as he posed the question.
"Oh my god yes, this is amazing, I can't thank you enough for this," she said almost so fast it could not be made out, as she continued to poke herself and paid attention to nothing else.
With a tight smile, Harry figured Karasuba deserved something as well.
"May I borrow your katana for a bit?" Harry asked.
"Sure," she said while removing from her belt and handed it still within the scabbard to Harry without hesitation. Harry was surprised trust in him had come so fast, but wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He grinned mischievously and called "Dobby!" who returned and greeted him with his standard introduction, "Yes sir, Harry Potter, sir!"
Harry however, did not want this order heard by Karasuba, and placed a Muffliato charm to silence his conversation. "Dobby, I want you to go through the Potter and Black armories, and see if there are any swords in there similar in size and shape to this Katana. If there are, bring them and each of their Book of Deeds entries back here. Also, can you bring me two necklaces? The supply I keep on me in my travelling trunk is running low, and I think I'll need them?"
"Yes sir, Harry Potter sir. Won't take but a moments," and he popped away with Karasuba's sword.
Harry looked at her and smiled with a twinkle in his eye while she nervously looked at him. He knew she wondered why he had the sword taken away somewhere rather than enchant it here himself.
"Just be patient a few minutes Kara, then you'll see."
After five minutes, Dobby returned with the sword, but was accompanied by three other Potter and Black elves. Each elf, was carrying a Katana, housed inside scabbards of wildly different design. One was as plain as the Karasuba's scabbard, and the other two could be fit for kings. Harry took the swords and placed them on the table, then turned to the elves and said, "Thank you Dobby, Haphne, Rio, Scooby. That was excellent work finding these and their deeds." With their mission completed the elves popped away.
He opened the book and gave no acknowledgement to Karasuba's raised eyebrow. He needed to know where these swords came from and what kind of enchants were on them. It certainly wouldn't do if one carried any sort of curse.
The book of deeds on each one was quite thorough. All three had been taken in the late 1300's by the Potter family after a massive battle in Eastern Europe. The Potters led the charge, and were allowed their pick of the spoils of war taken from the defeated enemy troops. The three swords were goblin made, and commissioned for mercenaries from the Far East who had been hired by the now defeated Dark Lord that had instigated the battle. The Potter head of family present, a Richard Potter, thought the swords were highly unique and would look good in a place of honor in the family armory, since they were not of the broad or short sword variety that was more prevalent in Europe at the time.
Richard had made inquiries at Gringotts at the time, and the Asian branches of Gringots had provided all the details of the weapons, including their original crafters, and who their rights were sold to. Richard Potter was so impressed with the craftsmanship he paid for the rights of perpetuity, so that Goblin claims of ownership would never apply in this case. The Potters would fully own the weapons in the eyes of the goblins for all time.
The list of enchantments on the Katana's finally drew Harry's eye. They were all standard for the Goblins. Crafted of goblin steel, enchanted ever sharp, could be summoned if lost directly back to the scabbard by a certain pass phrase if the sword was ever lost… and there it was.
The two swords in more decorative scabbards could also be used as magical focus's.
Harry looked up a Karasuba, who had taken only one sword out so far to look at. "See something you like?" Hanging out with Karasuba and Haihane was some of the most fun he had had in a long while. People who could be provided help when they had no preconceived notions or desire to take anything from Harry before they met him was always something that endeared people to him.
"These swords are beautiful," was all she could say, stunned by the works of art before her.
"All three were taken as spoils of war in the late 1300's in a battle in Eastern Europe. All three are Goblin made, and were used by Japanese mercenaries who had somehow been hired by a Middle Eastern Dark Lord as he attempted to conquer Europe. I'm not sure if the battles were part of the later crusades or not, I haven't had time to read all the notes yet."
"The two decorative swords were made for the leaders of the mercenaries; two brothers. The more inconspicuous katana is Goblin made as well, but does not contain as many enchants and protections as the other two have."
As he read, she nodded her understanding and tried to get a feel for each sword.
Eventually, after she had looked at all three swords, Karasuba looked as Harry stared at her intently with a half-smile on his face.
"Kara, I would like you to pick of these swords and accept it as a gift."
She vigorously shook her head, "I couldn't possibly take one of these, they're priceless, they're works of art, they're…"
"Gathering dust in a vault along with hundreds of other weapons that are centuries old. Those 'works of art' can help keep you alive better then the katana you've been using any day of the week. Also, I think you'll enjoy one last detail of the two brother's swords… "
Harry walked over, and unsheathed one of the decorative swords, it had an inlay of feathers along the blade, which seemed highly appropriate given the meaning of Karasuba's name.
He conjured a rock in the middle of the room, pointed the sword at it, and whispered, "Reducto."
A bright flash of light flew out of the sword and connected with the stone, which was immediately replaced by an explosive cloud of dust and debris.
"You can use this as a magical focus as well, something I doubt your current sword will allow you to do." He sheathed the sword in the scabbard and walked over to Karasuba, he held it up with two hands, horizontal to the ground, and unsheathed it just enough to see the inlays.
"I thought the inlay for this particular one might be symbolic for you."
She saw the inlayed feathers and smiled in understanding and simply nodded. She placed her hands over his and said, "Thank you for this gift. There's no way I could ever repay you for this."
"Stay alive, that's all I ask of you," was Harry's simple response.
Harry turned to Haihane, who had openly marveled at the beauty of the two other swords for the past few minutes, "Sorry Haihane, there isn't exactly anything like your weapons in the armories I have access to. Maybe at some point we can commission the goblins to make you a pair of those."
The smile she gave was immediately followed by a pulse of the Veela-like compulsion that Karasuba hit Harry with earlier.
"Ugh, Haihane, can you calm down a bit, maybe clear your mind?" Harry groaned as he reached up and grabbed his forehead.
Karasuba instantly recognized what was happening as well, and attempted to get Haihane to focus her mind on something other than Harry while she explained just exactly she had done.
After a minute or two, after she had calmed down her feelings a bit, Haihane said while she gestured at the gauntlets she held loosely in her hands, "Well, let me keep these for a while before you spoil me even further," she said, before she turned back to gaze at the swords and collect her thoughts on what had just transpired between the two of them.
Harry nodded with understanding, and decided to give his last two gifts out before making a hasty retreat for the day to collect his own thoughts.
"Whenever I meet people around the world, I always use that translation charm to talk to them. However, it can get annoying getting staying in contact with them half a year later when we don't actually have any languages in common to communicate."
"So, I began making these necklaces for people I really wished to stay in touch with. I've only ever given them out to the few friends I keep in touch with in England and France. I had Dobby bring one for each of you. The chain is unbreakable, so it can't be ripped off of your neck, and there's also a cushioning effect on it as well, so no one can hurt you by getting the necklace caught on something either."
"The most important thing is that it will permanently cast the translation charm you have on you now whenever you wear it. This way you'll never have to worry about not understanding me, or any other person you ever meet for as long as you wear those necklaces."
He handed the two gold necklaces over, each one with a medallion embossed with the Potter Family crest upon it.
"That's my family crest on the medallion," each looked up at that, trying to ponder the significance of the gesture..
"Normally in the past it would mean that each of you would be brought under my family's protection, etc. But I think most people need protection from the two of you." All three chuckled at this.
He looked at his watch and discovered to his dismay it was now three in the afternoon, leaving him little time to get a few other things he wanted done before going to the hotel tonight.
"Well, I don't want to impose on you both for the rest of the day, and I'm sure at some point people are going to have questions about 'Nubs' over there." This brought a fresh round of giggles, since Benitsubasa still had not moved from where Harry had stunned her earlier.
Getting serious, Karasuba asked, "How do we contact you again? If you think I'm letting you walk out of here without ever seeing you again, you're crazy."
Smiling broadly, I simply said, "Dobby!"
"Yes sir, Harry Potter sir. What cans Dobby do for Harry and his Missesses."
The addition at the end of the greeting caused both women to look sharply at Harry with eyes wide open.
Harry smirked, "Like I said, those necklaces mean you are under the protection of House Potter. You can call Dobby or any of the other elves in my employ to you at any time to help with something, though I would appreciate if you only asked him to pass messages back and forth for now. He can find you at any time or place, and help me get to you. So if you need me for anything, let him know, and if I'm not too busy, I can be at your side in seconds."
Both girls jumped at him, crushing him with hugs that caused Harry to think, 'Hagrid's hugs have nothing on these two.'