Before I start I'm just going to clear some stuff up.
Firstly the story is currently about three years before Akame Ga Kill canon so by the time canon end Harry will be about fourteen years old. This is so if I feel like subjecting the wizarding world to the horrors of Esdeath and can't think of another method I can use the old Goblet of fire to slot back into the Harry Potter world. At the moment I'm thinking about using Shamballa if I do return to the Potter verse though.
I do not own, in any way, shape, or form Akame Ga Kill or Harry Potter.
-T.G.O-
Chapter 3: Monsters, Knights and Glaciers
The first thing Harry noticed when he woke was the dull ache at the very core of his being. How he was feeling an ache in an entirely metaphoric part of his existence he would never know nor bother to find out.
The second thing Harry noticed was the bed. It actually surprised him, mainly because he had never slept anywhere except on the hard floor of his cardboard with a single thin, filthy sheet for comfort which he had abandoned for the cold. This meant waking up in a soft, in comparison to the cardboard floor, bed covered by warm, clean sheets was quite a new and pleasing experience for Harry.
The third thing he noticed, as his senses finally shook off the drowsiness that threatened to drown him, was the voices. He didn't know how he missed them in the first place, as they were mere metres away from him.
"…bruising has all but faded, along with all of the scraps he had when you brought him in. There was also some internal damage, but it's healing at a massively accelerated rate and should gone by tomorrow morning. Indeed, he has an impressive healing factor. Right now he's simple extremely exhausted from overusing his… abilities."
Harry shifted slightly, keeping his eyes shut as he tried to identify the voice. It was male, and rather clipped, and definitely not a voice he knew. A doctor maybe. Did that mean that it really hadn't been a dream? That he had somehow moved from his cardboard at the Dursley household to an unknown location, possible an entirely different world. A female voice broke Harry out of his thoughts.
"Thank you River. You may leave now."
"As you wish Lady Esdeath."
The sound of a something rustling filled the suddenly ominously silent room and Harry turned his attention to the little knowledge he had gained. Esdeath wasn't a name he knew, but he didn't really think he would recognize anything if his theory that he was in a different world was correct.
Something pierced into the pillow millimetres from his head, carving a thin cut along his cheek and shattered his train of thoughts, his eyes snapping wide open and body instantly moving away from the threat, body poised to run at the slightest provocation as he scanned the tent he was in.
"Good, you're awake."
Harry peered at his attacker, realising it must be the woman who had been talking to the doctor moments ago.
Esdeath.
An ominous name for some reason.
The first thing he noticed was that she was that she had blue hair. Rather long, very distinguishable, blue hair that he didn't think was possible until now.
The second thing Harry noticed was that she was dressed in some kind of uniform coloured predominantly in white with some black thrown in.
The third thing he noticed was the slim shard of ice sticking out of the pillow, still smeared red with a little of his blood. He ignored the pulse of pain in his cheek.
The final, and most important thing, was the sense of danger around her whispering, warning him that he did not want to ever get on her bad side. Something inside him screamed that he was currently in the presence of and apex predator and to incite its annoyance was a one way express ticket to the afterlife.
These observations were all analysed and processed in a matter of seconds as he observed her, giving Harry two important pieces of information. Firstly that she had some way of controlling ice like he did, or he had ice powers like her, and secondly that she was dangerous. Very dangerous.
The most dangerous thing he had ever meet, making the creature he killed seem like a kitten.
Sucking in a silent breath and releasing it Harry forced himself to calm down, relaxing his tense muscles slightly as he stared up at her face, trying to gain some clue, some indication, as to what she intended to do.
A smirk grew on her face, a look of amusement that would have more fitted a parent when their toddler tried to hit them. A look of amusement that only the powerful can have when someone far below them does something amusing.
Though in this case Harry couldn't shake the feeling that the toddler would have been violent murdered while she laughed.
His thoughts were broken as she pointed at a bundle of clothes on the end of the bed
"Get up, put those on and meet me outside."
The words were spoken as an order, expecting absolute obedience with the price of any form of disobedience being a slow and painful death. Harry swallowed quietly and nodded, reaching for the cloths as she turned and strolled confidently from the room.
Climbing off the bed as she left the tent, he began to dress himself in the provided clothes, realising for a brief moment of embarrassment that that he had been practically naked. He crushed the thought. It was irrelevant and unneeded. He didn't want any distractions.
That woman was far too dangerous to get distracted around.
Pulling on the last of the clothes Harry looked himself over. A simple black shirt that looked like it had recently been resized, though it was still a little large on his diminutive frame. It gave him a spark of hope as it occurred to him that if they were bothered to put effort into getting him clothes they probably wouldn't kill him anytime soon.
Unless they were actually for someone else.
Next was simple grey pants that reached down to his ankles that also appeared to have been recently resized. Leading down to the equally grey and rather comfy socks.
He was more used to bare feet but it was a nice change.
Finally he turned his gaze to the black boots, wondering briefly were exactly they had come from before dismissing the thought as useless. He could be in the middle of a city for all he knew, though the fact he was in a medical tent suggested otherwise.
Staring at the boots a moment longer he wondered if he could get away with not wearing them.
He decided not to risk it and pulled them on, covering his feet and most of his shins, before tucking the grey pants into them and straightening up.
He stepped forward towards the entrance of the tent.
He stopped.
What was he going to do? What was going to happen to him?
Maybe he could try escape out the back somehow. He really didn't feel safe around that woman.
Harry shook his head harshly, clearing it of doubts and fears and stepping towards the exit once more.
Exiting the tent and blinking away the spots in his eyes caused by the sudden bright light Harry began to scan the around him.
All around him, large grey tents stood out ever the snow covered ground, hundreds of men with grey coats and clothes similar to his own milling around, talking, eating and some doing what looked like sword training.
Soldiers?
Was this an army camp?
Remembering that he was supposed to be meeting the most dangerous person, or thing for that matter, he had ever meet Harry quickly turned his attention away from the camp and towards the woman who was standing a few metres away from him.
If Esdeath was annoyed by his distraction she didn't show it, instead giving him a once over and turning on her heel.
"Come."
Another order, requiring the same perfect obedience as the last and forcing him to crush any thought of trying to make a run for it. He somehow knew he would never make it more than a few steps before he was caught.
Especially in the middle of an army camp he knew nothing about.
Wiping his head clear of morbid thoughts Harry instead began to follow obediently after her, struggling to keep up with her much longer steps, his booted feet walking on top of the snow rather than sinking in.
A minor godsend.
He dismissed the oddity, instead opting to ignore everything around him as Esdeath lead him towards the edge of the camp.
Less than a minute of silently walking behind Esdeath, Harry noted that they had left the camp and were instead headed out into an open snow plain.
A moment later Esdeath came to a stop and he froze several metres behind her.
What was going to happen?
She turned around, looking at him with a small, sadistic smirk pulling the corners of her lips upwards.
Alarms began to scream in his head.
Then she moved.
He didn't know when her hand had grabbed the hilt of her rapier, nor did he see her draw the long, thin blade, and her sudden lung forward towards him a mere blur to his sight.
His instincts scream at him to move and Harry dived to the side in a desperate attempt to dodge..
To slow.
The blade pierced through the air where his chest had been located mere moments ago, instead slashing a deep gash across his right arm, the momentum sending him spinning backwards and splattering blood across the snow.
Struggling to regain his balance Harry looked up at his attacker just in time to see her flicking his blood off her blade, her smirk a little wider than before.
She moved again, significantly slower than moments ago yet, somehow, still several times faster than him, her blade position to spear him through the heart.
Stumbling backwards Harry reached into himself as he remembered doing against the bug-dragon…. thing, thrusting his hands out, ignoring the burning pain in his right arm as blood began to soak into his right sleeve.
A wall of ice erupted from the snow between the two combatants as Harry stumbled away.
Esdeath's rapier crashed into the metre thick wall of ice.
It kept going with barely a hitch in its momentum.
The ice wall shattered, crashing into thousands of shards of ice as the rapier pierced straight through it with barely an effort, the blade grazing the left side Harry's chest as he leapt away, driven by an age-old instinct to survive.
Seeing her still in mid lung Harry flung his hands forward again, feeling slightly dizzy at a massive tug he felt, sending him stumbling back again before he could properly regain his balance.
A massive chunk of ice, slightly smaller than the one he used to kill the earlier beast, materialized floating several metres above Esdeath's head, a mini glacier hanging in the sky.
Then Harry's hands fell and he struggled to regain his balance, sending the chunk of ice crashing down towards Esdeath like a comet from the heavens.
Her smirk grew, threatening to split her head in two.
Retracting from her thrust with inhuman grace Esdeath slashed the rapier upwards just as the lump came within range of the long blade.
A splintering crack broke the eerie silence of the field as the massive boulder of frozen water split down the middle, a chunk of ice slamming down on each side of Esdeath in plumes of snow.
Harry stared, momentarily frozen in shock.
A mistake.
Milliseconds later Esdeath's rapier was surging forward towards his heart once more, the attack not quite as fast as her very first attack but still far too fast for him to dodge.
Milliseconds stretched into hours.
He was going to die.
Mere hours, or days, since he was unsure how long he was asleep, after he survived against the massive beetle-dragon creature and he was going to die for certain this time. At the hands of monster hiding in the flesh of a woman.
Why did this happen to him?
What had he done to deserve this?
Why didn't anyone ever help him?
He needed help, he was going to die and he need someone, something to save him!
Something jerked at the core of his self, sending waves of dizziness and fatigue crashing through his body, darkness briefly grabbing at the edges of his vision before clearing.
A loud clang rang out though the field moments before the tip of Esdeath's rapier pierced the snow to his right with enough force to create a small explosion of snow, her attack redirected by the sudden involvement of another entity that appeared from out of nowhere.
Staggering, struggling to stay up as the fatigue washed over him Harry looked up at his saviour, eyes widening in shock.
It stood at well over two metres, carved entirely out of ice, like a mighty statue that had been carved out of a glacier, with a massive claymore almost as long as it was tall in one hand, and equally monstrous tower shield in the other. It was composed entirely out of armour shorn from ice, a large helmet for a head and equally large pieces of ice made in the form of an ancient set of armour for a body.
A knight of old carved from ice. An Ice Knight.
Currently it was standing between the two combatants, its massive claymore pushing down on Esdeath's rapier were it had been redirected, its equally immense tower shield between it and Esdeath, whose grin could have caused a reality collapse if it got any wider.
Silence reigned for a single moment before it was shattered by the screeching of the two blades scrapping across each other.
The Ice Knight leaded backwards in a surprisingly agile movement for such a large construct, just as Esdeath did the same, jerking her rapier free as she did before standing, completely at ease, and looking at Harry where he was struggling against the exhaustion to stay standing.
"Ha-ha, this is interesting. Can you get any more surprising boy?"
She lunged forward again, slightly faster than the last attack, her grin turning from sadistic to bloodthirsty as she did.
The Ice Knight hunched forward, slamming the tower shield down in front of it and bracing itself in the snow.
Esdeath thrust her rapier forward.
A crunch filled the snow covered field as the rapier punched straight through the shield, almost shattering it, before continuing on its journey forwards, piercing through the Ice Knights arm that held the shield and punching through the left side of its chest and out its back in a shower of ice shards.
Realising the Knight wasn't going to hold against her Harry reached into his dwindling reserves, fighting off the fatigue and prepared one last attack.
The knight roar, despite being made of ice, and brought its monstrous claymore above its head before slashing down towards Esdeath in a single, earth rending swing.
A second crunch rang out, Harry's eyes widening in shock and horror as he saw the cracks running up the Ice Knights massive blade, originating from where Esdeath had caught the blade in her left hand, the only indication of the force behind the swing being the fact she was an inch deeper in the snow.
Harry staggered backwards, fighting his panic as he focused again on what he was wanting to happen.
The Ice knight roared and tried to free its ruined blade, jerking its arm back with immense strength.
Esdeath closed her fist, shattering the blade and sending the knight stumbling slightly from the sudden lack of resistance.
She flicked her blade upwards.
The Ice Knight was cleaved in two, uneven sides collapsing towards the ground on either side of the rapier.
Harry staggered, vision draining as he released his final, desperate attack with the last of his energy.
A spire if ice erupted from behind the crumbing Ice Knight, passing between the two falling halves of the knight and slamming into Esdeath stomach with armour piecing force.
Esdeath stumbled backwards several steps.
Then the ice spire shattered, lock against an object it couldn't pierce, and Harry noted as his exhausted body fell the small layer of ice protecting her stomach, his eyes widening in horror as he realised he had forgotten the ice powers she had shown back in the medical tent.
With a soft thump Harry collapsed into the snow, consciousness fading fitfully as he finally realised that she hadn't just been playing with him, she had been treating him how one would treat a fly, almost carelessly attacking without any real effort. Like swatting fly.
The crunch of boots moving towards him slowed his decent into unconsciousness as he struggled to focus on the world around him, fighting through the exhaustion before collapsing back and surrendering to the darkness.
Vision finally fading away completely, Harry felt an arm slot under his knees and another behind his neck, lifting him out of the snow as he finally descended into the abyss of merciful unconsciousness.
Esdeath looked down at the unconscious boy in her arms, her lips curving upwards into a sadistic, blood thirsty smirk tinged with an odd amusement that would have sent armies running for the hills.
"You and I are going to have so much fun together."
They did. Not so much everyone else though.
-T.G.O-
And in a place between places the gears of fate and destiny came to a grinding, screeching halt, and the future itself threw its hands up in despair and stormed away, leaving the world to the madness that was soon to engulf it.
An indefinite and immeasurable distance not particularly far away, on its throne that was not quite real the being that was more fantasy than reality chuckled a chuckle that sent entire nations into madness and grinned with a mouth that didn't quite exist as it beheld the chaos its actions were going to cause.
Magic is incomprehensible. There is no use in trying to figure out why it does anything, just as it is useless to try understand its alien sense of morals and twisted sense of humour. It is incomprehensible. So you will never understand it.
So stop trying.
-T.G.O-
Right, that chapter 3, I really hope you enjoy it.
As I commented at the end of the last chapter please provide any and all constructive criticism, ideas, advice or questions.
As for what's going to happen the next chapter will probably be set about a year after this one to show some form of character growth and interaction between our two main characters son any suggestions for that are welcome. Chapter five will be set at the end of the conquest of the north and chapter six will either continue five of start on canon.
So thanks people and please do review.
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