Hello people!

Just before I get started I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed my story so far. You all give me a worm and fuzzy feeling.

Also, as a response to the review by Imperial warlord about Harry using magic I would like to point out that at this point in the story Harry is ten years old. In other words he is not aware that what he is doing is magic because at the very base of his magic was a childish belief was that cold, and thus ice, which was one of the three constants in his life, would protect him.

To answer your comment though he will at some stage do accidental magic and start exploring his powers more though his magic will still revolve mainly around ice and cold. So he won't be chucking around fireballs anytime soon. The title has "Glacial" in it for a reason.

Thanks for asking that though.

Big hug for Imperial warlord!

Finally I apologize for using a time skip to avoid an awkward conversation (you'll should be able to find it pretty easily) and I am aware that they can be horrible plot devices.

Sorry

I do not own, in any way, shape, or form Akame Ga Kill or Harry Potter.

-T.G.O-

Chapter 3: Time Flies...

That the eleven year old boy who went by the name Harry Potter was extremely odd, almost disturbingly so, was a point of agreement for almost everyone who had meet him. In the last year and a half since his sudden appearance he had become something of a common sight to the soldiers of Esdeath's Army.

It wasn't like he was devoted body and soul to Esdeath like Liver, though some thought he might come close. He wasn't blood thirsty and delusional like Daidara, nor was he a sadist psychopath with a penance for cutting of people's faces and collecting them like Nyau.

In fact he was rather quiet around others, seemingly uncaring towards the antics of his companions.

And that, the soldiers agreed, was most of the problem.

He largely ignore Livers almost fanatical devotion to Esdeath, and was never really bothered by any of the antics of the sanest of the Three Beasts.

Though he did mysteriously vanish whenever Liver tried to cook.

That alone showed remarkable intellect.

He didn't so much as blink when Daidara slaughtered legions of enemies while shouting out about experience points and other odd video game references that shouldn't exist on the battle field.

But it was also a rather common sight when in towns to see him laughing and playing said games with the larger man.

And he only looked the slightest bit disgusted and annoyed when Nyau carved off the faces of his victims in front of him.

It was noted that he seemed to avoid being alone with him though.

And finally, the nail in the coffin and the only evidence anyone actually needed, was that he spent almost all of his time around Esdeath. Wherever Esdeath was Harry was generally somewhere nearby, more often than not right beside her.

That in itself was very, very odd considering who she was.

The fact that Esdeath seemed to actually enjoy his company just made it all the stranger.

Currently though Harry Potter was sitting in a rather comfortable chair within one of Esdeath's Army's barracks, leaning forward as he concentrated on playing the game of chess made entirely out of ice before him against, said woman.

Neither had touched the pieces once since they had been made, choosing instead to move the pieces with their own abilities.

Sending his remaining knight riding forth to take Esdeath's bishop and thus sacrificing it to her nearby queen Harry looked up and spoke.

"It's been pretty quiet lately. When do you think we might be deployed next?"

People had long since forgotten that technically the eleven year old wasn't actually part of the army and so couldn't be deployed. Not that anyone would have cared anyway

Esdeath glanced up at him with a smirk, sending her queen marching to obliterate his knight, reducing it to ice fragments as she answered.

"The men need their time off to rest. Besides most groups capable of posing a threat to send us against have been cowed for now."

She sighed as one of his pawns marched valiantly onwards against the overwhelming odds.

"It seems we will have very little to do beyond hunting danger beasts and bandits for the remainder of the year, though I hear that there is trouble brewing in the north. I'm sure they will stage an uprising sometime in the next few years and we will be sent to cull them. It's only a matter of time really."

Her grin turned a bloodthirsty and sadistic for a moment before it passed.

Harry cocked his head to the right as she sent her bishop charging to crush one of his pawns into powdered ice. He didn't really know much about the north, nor what could be going on up there, which was not really surprising as most of his information on the world he had found himself came from Esdeath.

He really didn't care either, he was merely curious, having grown used to the constant moving and battling that came hand in and with Esdeath and her armies deployment.

One of his bishops marched itself over to shatter one of Esdeath's rooks into a pile of ice shard before being reduced to ice particles by one of her charging knights.

harry wasn't nearly as blood thirsty as Esdeath or many of her soldiers, though he did like a good fight, and he had never fought on the front line, instead attacking from long range, but it still felt odd not to have been in travel or combat recently.

He have become accustomed to the horrors of war with a disturbing speed, a speed only capable by someone with zero understanding of emotions and a bloodthirsty, sadistic psychopath for a near constant companion.

"Checkmate."

Esdeath's voice, tinged with amusement, interrupted Harry's thoughts and he looked down at the icy chest board to find that he was, in fact, in checkmate.

He let out a short, annoyed puff of air.

"I lost again!? No fair."

Pouting rather adorable he crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the frozen chest set in childishly rage, as though it were the source of all the world's problems, not noticing Esdeath lean back in her chair and observe him silently.

Esdeath on the other hand continued to look at the younger boy sitting in front of her. He had changed a lot in the last year since, from the scrawny, scared little child she had first seen violently crushing a Snow Dragon to death in an act of desperation.

He was still rather small, though rather than from a lack of food it seemed he naturally had a smaller frame than most. He had a rather slim build, filled with thin, wiry muscles that he had lacked when they first meet. She had taken, and still did, a lot of sadistic glee in pushing his faster healing factor to its very limit.

Much to Harry's continued pain and displeasure.

Though he still had trouble fighting the larger and more experienced soldiers in her army that she sometimes had him fight against. He simple hadn't grown enough to fight a fully grown, trained adult without his abilities, though he had the potential to become one of the most powerful people in the Empire, second only to Esdeath.

With the use Harry's abilities however there was no soldier in her army, other than the Three Beasts, that had the breath of a chance of touching him. His reaction speed was ridiculously fast, something she had noted in her first fight with him, and once he had learnt how to use his abilities without wasting so much energy he was a formidable opponent for the average soldier.

Having a two metre spear of ice chuck at you is daunting to even the most hardened soldier after all.

This became even more truthful after they began to learn the full extent of his powers.

It hadn't taken much to realise that his abilities weren't related to a Teigu. There was only so many after all and only one that could use ice, which was hers obviously. Learning about some of the odd things he explained to her in vivid detail, and a medical examination to confirm he was, in fact, completely human and not some kind of danger beast or hybrid lead to two conclusions.

One was that somehow, somewhere there was a more technologically advance society than the Empire had somehow not encountered or pissed off. Which was actually more ridiculous than the second option.

The second conclusion was that Harry's own theory was correct and he had indeed somehow arrive from an alternate reality.

It was not that hard to believe for Esdeath as she had, for a little while after learning about the Teigu that could bend space called Shamballa, been rather interested in the theory of alternate dimensions

An infinite amount of realities equalled an infinite number of people which meant an infinite amount of enemies. That meant an infinite amount of wars to wage and people to kill.

Unfortunately, she had learnt that Shamballa only worked to pre-set locations and, in special circumstances, places the user had been before, making it useless for her desired task.

If a boy from another world could use it though…

Esdeath's smirk grew bloodthirsty for a moment as she turned her gaze back to the boy currently pouting angrily at the chess board between then. Even if Shamballa wasn't compactible with him, or couldn't bridge the dimensions as she hoped, he was still a fascinating person to have around.

Originally they had thought his abilities were much like hers, the materialization and absolute control over ice. An… incident… with a rather large danger beast proved this as false when Harry accidently lost control in a moment of panic and caused the nearby trees to throttle the beast to death, despite the fact that it should have been able to uproot them with ease.

After that they had begun to explore his powers more, with many interesting results.

While he largely preferred ice and cold related attacks it had been proven that, with a little more effort, he could manipulate the earth the same way as his ice, as well as manipulate and control wind and nearby none sentient life forms.

He could also make things float, blast them backwards with a concussive wave, pull things towards him and a rather long list of other useful things, though they all drained him much more than his ice related abilities did.

Fire was the only exception.

Harry simple couldn't control fire in any way, beyond a few sparks that would had trouble lighting a campfire.

Neither he nor Esdeath really cared.

Fire was overrated.

Waving her hand she dissolved the chest set into water particles once more, directing the sulking boy's attention back to her as she languished back in her chair.

It was rather rare for her to simple relax back in a chair.

She was normally killing or torturing something.

A smirk grew on Esdeath's face as she noticed Harry's attention was glued back on her.

"So, how is your training with Liver progressing?"

Harry let out a frustrated groan.

"Argh… slow. Liver's great and all but I simple don't have the muscle mass to swing two blades the way he wants me too."

He had chosen to dual wield two short swords for combat and Esdeath, though she could use most bladed weapons proficiently, was more inclined to her rapier which was longer than Harry was tall, so she had given the task of training him to using the two blades over to Liver, who and at least a rudimentary knowledge of dual swordplay.

Needless to say, Liver had made it as his personal mission to make Harry the single most skilled dual wielder to ever set foot in the Empire.

Slouching slightly in his chair Harry realised it could be a lot worse. At least it meant less training with Esdeath.

A slight shiver ran down his back.

He liked Esdeath, really, more than he had ever liked anyone else, once he got past her testing him by trying to impale his heart on her blade, and figured out what made her tick.

Which was sadism and war on the most part.

Unfortunately liking her didn't change the fact that she was a sadistic, bloodthirsty woman with zero empathy and severe psychopathic tendencies.

Her motto was "The strong lived and the weak die" for a reason.

And it showed.

Her training generally involved slicing him into bloody ribbons, then giving him a few hours for his healing factor to sufficiently heal him and then doing it all over again, finding new ways to do it every time he started reacting properly.

It was effective.

That didn't change the fact the in the first few months he had nightmares about it every night.

Or that every time she said she was going to train him he felt an involuntary shudder.

It was an effective teaching method that would cripple or kill most people and involved a lot of pain.

Harry had learnt very quickly that his original assessment when they first meet on how dangerous she was barely scratched the surface.

He had yet to ever get her to fight at her full physical capabilities, let alone use her Teigu against him, even when he was using his powers to the best of his ability.

She was simple too fast, too physically strong for him.

But in the end he went with it without a fuss because, in the long run, it didn't really matter.

She looked after and protected him in her own way, which was more than anyone else before her had ever done, and in return he did what she wanted of him without question or complaint.

It was an odd relationship between the two, but then again it would have been impossible for two people like them to ever have a remotely normal one.

Harry was okay with that.

It was more than he had ever had before.

-T.G.O-

Alright, that my fourth chapter.

Honestly I feel like it could be vastly improved so, once again, constructive criticism, suggestions and questions are all welcome.

Next chapter will start near the end of the Northern campaign and should hopefully be our last major time skip, after that I'll be starting on canon. Any ideas for that are welcome.

On a final note it is unlikely that I'll be able to keep up this rate of releases with school and, well, reality, but I'll try to update this story at least one or two times a week.

Alright then I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the story so far and please review.

Thanks and goodbye people!