Just have to say, if you guys wanted to do some art for this, you're more than welcome to. Just tell me a way to check it out, as I have no drawing skills. A big thank you to my awesome beta newerher3, I always forget to say thanks and I feel bad.
Okay this story was supposed to be about Uta and Harry and their relationship developing but somehow some plot got mixed in. Some people like plot's so I decided to keep it. But I will try focus a bit more on Harry and Uta's relationship.
He left Uta at the studio and apparated to his and George's apartment. He made sure Uta couldn't see him before he'd apparated and lost some precious time because of it. Swearing loudly, he dove to the ground and reached under the bed. He pulled out a dusty looking suitcase, which he quickly opened.
Inside lay what appeared to be an M9 and a G18. This was another thing they'd picked up in America. The country had been the first to invent magical firearms. The G18 was Georges and the M9 was his. They fired spells and charms, plus they needed less focus then using a wand did. It also allowed wizards to fight without using their wands, and therefore made it less likely for muggles to get suspicious of their existence.
Scooping up both guns, he reached under the bed again and pulled out their holsters. He quickly clipped both around his waist and placed the guns inside of them. As much as he wanted to rush of and save his brother, he knew he had to think of a plan. If, whatever, his brother was fighting was strong enough to hurt him, then they'd need their weapons.
With a wave of his wand and a muttered spell, his clothes shimmered and changed. He was now wearing a dark long sleeved top. A half mask was securely in place so the bottom half of his face was covered. He had dark pants that looked like jeans but were extremely flexible and perfect for fighting, and a dark cloak with a hood flutter out behind him. It had been the uniform they'd use when they'd been fighting the war. It was charmed to block most spells, absorb the force of hits, make them invisible when they wanted to be and increased their speed slightly, along with a couple of other things. He pulled up his hood so that between that and the mask his face was practically completely hidden. On the back of his cloak was the Potter family crest.
Once he made sure both weapons were secure he apparated to where he had sensed George being hurt. Their connection had gone quiet which meant George was unconscious. They were unable to track each other when one of them was unconscious. He'd just have to go to the last place he'd sensed his brother and hope he was still there.
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He appeared in what appeared to be a wrecked cafe with a near silent crack. Apparently, he wasn't silent enough, as someone entered the room to investigate the sound. He had his gun trailed on them within a second. They appeared unaffected to find themselves at gunpoint. Harry glared at the old man that had come through the door.
He had no idea who the enemy was here and he wasn't going to lower his guard. His war hardened side was showing itself and he let it. Slowly the old man held up his hands to show he was unarmed and not going to attack. When the man spoke his voice was deep and slightly raspy "I assume you're the red-haired mans partner. You have the same presence as he did." Harry tensed slightly at the man's use of past tense.
Harry growled out a deep "Where is he and what happened to him." The man entered the room fully and shut the door behind him. "He was taken, but they took one of ours as well. We are planning on getting them back soon. You can join us if you'd like and help us plan." Harry raised an unseen eyebrow "And how do you plan to save them?"
It was then that he noticed the strong presence the man had. He recognised it instantly as a man being a ghoul. Now that he knew what the darkness meant. "Even if I did help you, how do I know you won't betray my trust?" The man's eyes hardened "You don't."
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Harry ended up agreeing to help them. If the enemies had managed to take out George, it meant they were powerful. It also meant he'd need all the help he could get to save them. He was currently in a small lounge type room with the other ghouls. He stood in the corner as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet. He slipped it on and watched as the little black stones on it started to glow on by one.
A couple of stones were broken and they represented those they had lost during the war. When the black stones changed colour, he knew that the others were listening. The red stone represented Ron, Silver was Hermione, Gold was Luna, Green was Draco (who was still a git.) and blue was Neville. George's was orange but his stone remained black. He began speaking softly in Latin, which they all knew. He was cut off by Draco's tired sounding "This had better be bloody important Potter, I was sleeping." Luckily the blonde teen had caught on and was speaking in Latin also.
He heard Hermione sigh "We all know what you're going to say Harry. There's obviously a reason you called and, knowing you, it's probably dangerous or life threatening. If I'm right you don't have time to apologise. I'm still mad at you but I'll put that aside to listen to what you have to say."
Harry felt his throat block up and he found himself unable to talk. Damn it why hadn't he realised how much he missed his friends? Luna's dreamy voice broke the silence "What's wrong, is it those pesky nargles?" He let out a shaky laugh that drew some of the ghoul's attention. Luckily, by now all his friends knew to talk in Latin, so the ghouls didn't know what they were saying.
"No it's not nargles Luna. George's been taken and I need your help getting him back. We're currently in the 20th ward and I'm pretty sure he was taken by ghouls. I have a group of ghouls here that are willing to help because one of their own was taken as well. Apparently George tried to protect him but they were both beaten and kidnapped."
Hermione sighed and Neville let out a laugh "Of course. You know stuff like this doesn't happen to normal people? How did Professor McGonagall put it? Oh yes, trouble follows you around like baby ducks do their mother." Harry smiled slightly as he remembered when McGonagall had said that. "So are you guys coming or not?" It was Ron that answered "Of course we're bloody coming. You and George are family, don't forget that. We'll do whatever possible to protect our families, just like you would do for us."
One by one everybody said their agreements and Harry was left staring at the now dark stones on the bracelet. His friends would be able track him down now that their connections had reopened. He pulled the bracelet of and stuffed it back into his pocket. It was then that he realised all the ghouls in the room were staring at him.
The teen with purple hair rose an eyebrow at him "What was that?" Harry shoved his pockets and made sure his hood was still shadowing his face. "I was just calling some back up. They should be here soon." The teen's eyes blazed "We don't need help. I don't even know why your here."
Harry stiffened and he got defensive. "I'm here because it was my brother that was taken. Not just that, he was hurt protecting your friend. So don't give me that crap. If he hadn't jumped in, your friend would be in a worse condition then he is now."
The teen flinched slightly but before it could become a full fledged fight, another ghoul stepped between them. This one had brown hair and a big nose. He smiled at Harry "It was nice of you to call for more people; we're going to need it. But we also have some more people coming to help us fight."
Harry shrugged. In his opinion it was always better to be over prepared then underprepared. There were five near silent cracks from outside the cafe that symbolized his friend's appearances. The ghouls turned towards the door and one let out a "What was that?" Harry felt a smile make its way to his face "Looks like our back up has arrived."
The old man opened the door and led the five cloaked figures into the room with the others. Their cloaks were all nearly identical. The only way to tell them apart was the crests on the back of their cloaks. Luna's had the Lovegood's crest, Draco's had the Malfoy's crest, Ron had the Weasley's Crest, Neville had the Longbottom's crest and Hermione had a crest that she'd designed (Muggle families didn't have crests.). They were all wearing identical outfits to him, though the female's was slightly different.
When Hermione caught sight of him she charged him with a yell of "Bolt!" They each had a codename, his was Bolt. He wasn't the biggest fan of the name but he'd had no say in it. It made him feel better that the others had bad names as well. He was kind of expecting the fist that flew out and slammed into his jaw. He allowed himself to fall to the floor and he winced out a "Hi Beaver." Damn, Hermione sure knew how to punch someone. The next instant she'd pulled him up and into a bear hug. In Latin she let out an angry "You're an idiot you know that?" Harry nodded "But you love me anyway." Hermione pulled away and looked him in the eyes "I sure do."
The ghouls watched the proceedings with looks of shock and confusion. Ron let out a chuckle at their faces. Hermione stood to the side and let Ron step forward, Ron placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and looked down at him with warm brown eyes. "It's good to have you back mate."
Next up was Neville. The brunet pulled him into a hug which Harry gladly returned. The two didn't speak, they didn't need to. He felt a weight hit his back and arms hook around his shoulders and legs around his waist. Luna had jumped onto his back and she was now piggybacking him. She whispered a soft "I missed you." Harry's eyes grew sad as he replied with "I missed you to." He knew that Luna wouldn't let go till she was ready, so he turned to face Draco.
The blonde was still a git, but he'd fought with them during the war. Somehow, he'd become part of their makeshift family. The blonde crossed his arms and though Harry couldn't see it, because of Draco's mask and hood, he had a feeling the blonde was either smiling or sneering. "Why'd you have to call at such a bad time?" Harry smirked. "Sorry, did I interrupt your beauty sleep?" This was how the two communicated and the others were used to it by now.
He could feel a slight spark between him and Draco. Their souls were slightly compatible but Harry ignored it. He had no interest in Draco as he was more than happy with Uta. The thought of the ghoul made Harry want to contact him. After this he'd tell Uta that he was a wizard. He could get Hermione to help with all the paperwork that would be involved. If not he'd just stuff the statue of secrecy and tell him.
The ghouls were watching them all intently and Harry cleared his throat. "How about some introductions? I'll introduce us all." He pointed to himself "I'm Bolt." He pointed at Hermione who waved slightly "That's Beaver." He pointed at Draco who hummfed and crossed his arms "That's Prince." He pointed at Luna who still clung to his back "That's Nargles." He pointed at Neville, who, unseen to them, smiled "That's Toad." And finally he pointed at Ron "And that's Pig."
The ghouls nodded. The man from before, the one with the big nose, spoke up. "We're not all here, but I guess I'll introduce those of us that are. I'm Koma." He pointed to the purple haired teen who puffed and looked away "That's Touka." He pointed to where a little girl with brown hair and eyes was sitting "That's Hinami." She smiled and waved at them all. Next was a lady with straight long black hair and dark eyes "That's Kaya." He pointed to the old man "That's Yoshimura, but we call him manager." He nodded to all of them. Koma pointed to a glaring ginger "And that's Nishiki."
Now that everyone had been introduced, the ghouls all sat down while the wizard and witches leant against the walls. It was then that the door opened up and a purple haired man in a bright red tuxedo entered. Sensing something of about him, the wizards (and witches) bunched together slightly.
Touka let out an angry "What is he doing here?" The wizards and witches watched the interaction intently. It appeared the ghouls of Anteiku weren't fans of the purple haired French man. Harry felt sorry for this Kaneki, it seemed as if lots of things were out to get him. Just as they were for Harry.
His breath hitched slightly when Yomo appeared in the doorway and his friends automatically moved so he was out of sight. What was Yomo doing here? If he recognized Harry he'd tell Uta. Uta would try to stop Harry from going, not knowing how strong Harry actually was. Harry couldn't let that happen, he needed to go save George. He was glad that their cloaks made them scentless so Yomo wouldn't recognize him by smell.
Luna, who he was still piggy backing, whispered a quiet "What's wrong?" Knowing the whole group was listening he whispered back in Latin "It's nothing. I just know the white haired guy, his name is Yomo. If he recognizes me he'll try and stop me from going and fighting."
Neville let out a quiet "So I'm guessing he doesn't know you're a wizard? Or that you're powerful enough to level a small country?" He blushed slightly, Neville was exaggerating. "No he doesn't know I'm a wizard. If he finds out he'll tell Uta, which I don't want to happen. I want to tell Uta myself."
Even though he couldn't see it he knew Hermione was raising an eyebrow at him. "I would ask who this Uta is but I think we're leaving soon. But you are telling us about what's going on once we get George back."
Hermione stepped forward and cleared her throat to get the ghouls attention. "While we are here to help you our main concern is our teammate. We will help you rescue this Kaneki but it's not our first priority. I just thought that you should know."
Yoshimura nodded in understand while Nishiki and Touka glared. In an attempt to break up the heavy silence Harry called out a "Come on guys, let's go save our friends."