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Italics means they're talking in Latin.

I don't own Tokyo Ghoul or Harry Potter.

Harry stood outside the cafe with his friends. All of them were preparing for the upcoming battle. The ghouls were inside the cafe, Harry could only assume that they, too, were preparing. There was a strange heaviness to the air and they could all feel it. It was like this before the final battle. They know that some of them might not make it back, however they weren't about to back down. They'd do anything for their family, just as they knew their family would do anything for them.

Harry's eyes widened slightly as he watched Draco reach into a leather pouch that hung of his belt and pull out a large metal case. Harry knew that the pouch had to have extension charms; otherwise the case wouldn't have been able to fit in it. Draco caught sight of Harry's shocked expression under his hood and Harry saw him raise an eyebrow.

"Did you think you were the only one who trained or travelled?" Draco placed the metal case on the ground, flicked up the latches keeping the case closed, and carefully opened the case.

Inside, nestled in red silk, lay a silver bow. A longbow, if Harry's assumption was correct. It was a simple bow, void of any decoration. But it was sleek and elegant. Harry didn't recognize what metal it was made from but knew it was likely it had magical properties.

"I found this buried among the ruins of an ancient Romanian castle." Draco's voice was laced with pride as he spoke. Harry watched as the blonde picked up the bow, set it to the side and placed the container back in the pouch. Draco scooped up the bow before standing to his full height. Somehow, seeing him with the bow felt right.

"No arrows or quiver?" Harry asked curiously. Draco shook his head slightly. "It's a magic bow Potter. I just pull the string back and whatever arrow I need will appear." Okay, Harry had to admit that that was pretty impressive.

"You know he's not the only one with a kick ass weapon. We've all been training to get stronger as well." Harry turned to face Ron and saw his red-haired friend putting on a pair of knuckle busters. Ron saw Harry looking and sent him a wicked smirk. "These baby's are strong enough to knock out a full grown gorilla, and if I concentrate..." Harry watched in awe as Ron held up and hand and the knuckle busters burst into flame.

For a split second he panicked, thinking his friend was about to be engulfed in flames. But Ron appeared unharmed and the flames didn't spread. Harry looked at his friend and the two of the shared identical grins.

The sound of rattling chains made him turn to face where Luna stood. Held softly in Luna's grasp was a chained scythe. Just as with Ron and Draco, Luna's weapon suited her perfectly. It was a dark black colour that seemed to absorb the light of the moon. Luna looked at him with wide pale blue eyes."I can sense a warklespurt nearby. We should be careful or it might manage to capture one of us."

Harry's emerald green eyes locked with Luna's icy blue and both of them stay still for a few moments. Harry knew that what Luna said didn't always make sense but for some reason what she said sounded like a warning. Harry was jolted from his thoughts by a hand being gently placed on his shoulder.

Harry turned slightly till he was facing Hermione. She held what Harry thought was a staff before he realised there was a blade on the end. He didn't know what it was called, but looking at the weapon he knew he didn't have to know what it was to know that it was dangerous.

Neville came up and stood next to Hermione, his presence further soothing Harry's nerves. A sheath hung from the brunet's belt. Harry could only see the handle of the sword. It was silver with a single purple stone imbedded in it. All of his friends weapons hummed softly with magic, just as Harry's (And George's) own magic guns did.

When Hermione spoke her voice was gentle and soothing. "Calm down Harry." It was safe to say his name as there were no ghouls within hearing distance. "What do you think we've been doing all these years? You and George aren't the only ones who have travelled. We've all gotten stronger." Looking around at his friends Harry knew that she was right.

During the war they knew how to fight but they hadn't finetuned their skills. But now, as they stood in the darkened streets of the 20th ward, with what was going to doubtlessly be a bloody fight looming over them, Harry realised that they weren't the scared children they'd once been. They were warriors.

Mentally coming to a decision Harry nodded his head. He easily slipped into the position of leader without even realising what he was doing. "We'll split into groups. Luna and Draco will be with me. Neville, Hermione and Ron for another group. Try to stay with your group as much as possible and if one of you needs medical attention don't hesitate to call Neville."

It turns out that Neville was the only one in the group with training in healing, not only that but he was apparently an expert. If anyone needed medical attention all they had to do was call Neville over the bracelets and he'd get to them as soon as he could.

He purposely put Ron, Hermione and Neville in a team because he knew they'd work well together. If he'd made one of the teams Luna, Neville and Draco he wasn't sure how well they'd work as a team. Besides, he had more of a tolerance for Draco's annoyance then Ron and Hermione did. And what weapons they used also effected what group they were put in.

It was only then that Harry realised what he'd done. He hesitated, not sure if anyone would speak up, or if the spot of leader had already been filled. He relaxed when nobody protested or told him that it wasn't his place to give them orders.

One by one the ghouls made their way out of the cafe. As one the wizards and witches turned to face them. Touka stepped forward, hands on her hips and a purple eyebrow raised. "So are you guys going to help us fight or are you going to stand around all day?"

Harry didn't even hear her; he was too busy staring in shock when he saw that Uta had somehow joined the group that was going to rescue George and Kaneki. Harry's mind scrambled for reasons why the ghoul would be here. Sensing his unease his friends moved closer to him, Luna reaching out to grab his hand. Did Uta know Kaneki? It was the only reason Harry could think of for him being here.

He knew his friends would want to know what was up with him, but he was unable to form words. He knew he wouldn't be able to put his full attention on the upcoming fight; he'd be too worried about Uta. To worried that the ghoul could get hurt, or worse, killed.

Harry's blood ran cold at that thought. He desperately tried to come up with reasons for Uta not to join them in the fight, but his mind came up blank. Uta didn't know it was Harry under the outfit and hood he wore, and even if he did reveal himself it was likely Uta would make him sit out of the fight. Not knowing how strong Harry really was.

Hermione stepped forward, having silently been designated as the speaker of the group. "We're ready. Lead the way."

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The whole way there Harry struggled to tear his gaze away from Uta. Luckily Harry's hood hid his face so Uta didn't notice Harry's intense green gaze. The ghouls, Witches and Wizards were all running along the rooftops towards the abandoned shopping centre their friends were being held. The wizards and witches blended into the shadows a lot easier with their charmed cloaks, and a couple of small spells insured that no one could hear their approach.

Draco, who was running next to him, was the first to speak up. "So Potter, you going to tell us why you looked like you swallowed a lemon when you saw that ghoul?" His voice was to quiet for the ghouls to hear but Draco decided to ask in Latin, just in case. Harry wasn't entirely sure of how he should answer that.

"His names Uta, uh- you guys know about soul compatibility yeah?"He followed Draco's lead and spoke in Latin. After receiving nods from his friends Harry continued. "Well... we, um, sorta have compatible souls and we're kind of in a relationship." Harry wasn't sure if he could call what he and Uta had a relationship, but it was the easiest way to describe it.

"You're 'sorta' in a relationship?" The curiosity and disbelief in Hermione's voice was clear. Feeling his face heat up Harry shrugged. "It's complicated." And it was, he barely knew the man and yet his feelings for him were strong. He knew it probably didn't make sense, nor was it rational but he couldn't help it. It wasn't love, not yet. But Harry found himself thinking that being in love with Uta wouldn't be that bad.

They all fell silent when the noticed that they were nearing the abandoned mall. Hinami, Kaya and the manager had already split off from the group; Harry wasn't entirely sure where they'd gone. The two groups stopped and Harry watched the ghouls pull out Aogiri tree robes and put them over their clothes. They planned on using the robes, which they'd stolen, to help them sneak in without getting caught.

It didn't take the ghouls long to notice the wizards and witches weren't following their lead. Touka, who Harry was starting to think was the most hot-headed of them all, marched towards them. She had a couple of the red Aogiri robes in her grip, which she impatiently held out to them. "Aren't you going to put on the robes or what? You won't be able to get in without them."

Harry smirked "On the contrary, I think we'll do quite fine without the robes. Beaver, Pig, Toad, move out. We'll be there in a minute." Hermione, Ron and Neville nodded before silently activating the spells on their cloaks which allowed them to become invisible.

Harry took in the ghouls expressions which ranged from shock, to disbelief to curiosity. "How did you do that? Why aren't you making us invisible?" Touka probably would have gone on, but Harry cut her of "Sorry but that's a trade secret." Just to annoy her even more he poked her softly on the tip of her nose. "I only stuck around to tell you that if we find Kaneki we'll free him. We don't expect you to do the same for George but it would be appreciated if you did. Besides that we'll stay out of each other's way on the battle field."

Sensing Harry was finished talking Touka grumbled a low "Some help you are." Causing Harry to chuckle softly. "Okay. Prince, Nargles, let's go." Remaining silent Draco and Luna activated the spell and they too became invisible. Before Harry had a chance to activate the spell on his cloak the look of concentration on Uta's face became a look of realisation.

Harry cursed mentally. He'd been nervous that Uta would recognize his voice which was why he hadn't spoken till now. Just as Uta looked up, his eyes somehow meeting with Harry's despite the cloak he wore, Harry activated the spell and vanished. The next instant he activated another spell that would allow him to see his invisible teammates.

He nodded to both of them before all three of them turned and ran to the abandoned mall. Harry forced Uta from his mind. He'd have to trust in Uta's ability to protect himself.

Harry had a brother to rescue.

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God damn it, there were ghouls everywhere. Harry was suddenly extremely grateful for the spells that stopped them from hearing, smelling or seeing him and his friends. He knew they didn't have much time; He'd seen the CCG stationed outside and knew that battle would break out soon.

The problem was that they didn't know where George, or Kaneki for that matter, was being held. All that they knew was that they were in the mall somewhere, and, unfortunately, the mall was quite large, since it was a multiple storeys building. On top of that there were only six of them; Harry resigned himself to the fact that finding George would take a while. That was, if George was still alive.

No, he couldn't think like that. Harry shook his head to rid himself of the thought. George was tough, after everything they'd been through, Harry doubted the ginger would give up without a fight. George had to be alive; Harry wasn't sure what he'd do if he wasn't.

He ran up a flight of stairs, his gun clutched in his hand and Luna and Draco right behind him.

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