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Eviline: Trafalgar and Chopper arrived at Hogwarts during Harry Potter's sixth year, somewhere after Christmas break. Harry would still be taking his special lessons with Dumbledore and whatnot after the professors piece themselves back together, but Trafalgar, Chopper, and Hermione won't be there. And since the story's focused on the three of them and not what's happening back at Hogwarts…I suppose it's very very borderline canon, tiptoeing into not-canon territory.
Thank you everyone for your kind reviews. =)
Dawn came, and Law deactivated his Room. Nothing had bothered them for the whole night, though he recalled sensing something large and covered in fur crawl by near the edges of his Room at one point. Still seated against the trunk of his tree, he looked over to where Chopper and the girl, whom the reindeer had managed to get the name out of before they fell asleep last night, were resting. Hermione Granger was slumped against a nearby tree, holding Chopper against her chest for warmth, while the latter slept like a dead rock. She had kept unconsciously shifting around uncomfortably throughout the night, and would probably wake up with a very stiff neck and a sore back later, he observed.
Speaking of backs, his was still bothering him. He'd done a diagnoses on himself while the other two slept, but could detect nothing aside from a mass of large bruises. He expected that he would not be walking comfortably for at least a week. 'Could have been worse.' He thought, gingerly testing the area by shifting his shoulders slowly. 'At least it hadn't been when the Yonko had slammed-'
A soft groan halted his thoughts, and Law's eyes flicked over to Granger and Chopper. The girl appeared to have awoken, but was still disoriented and didn't appear to remember where she was, a hand going through her messy curled locks and mumbling about someone named 'Crookshanks', her other hand pressed on top of the slumbering reindeer as though about to shove him off. Then she froze.
Law couldn't help it. An amused grin found its way onto his face when the girl snapped her head up at him, eyes wide, only to cringe and immediately lower her head back down, now clutching the back of her neck with both hands and letting out a pained moan. "Ugh…"
"Slept badly, Miss Granger?" He drawled.
She lifted her head up to face him, though slower this time, scowling. "I've been kidnapped, nearly frozen to death in a forest full of dangerous creatures, and am starving. How do you think I slept?"
Law stood, ignoring his back's protests, and strode over to her, where she shrank back, thinking she had angered him. Instead of whatever menacing images she'd probably been thinking about him doing to her, he used the tip of his sheathed sword to knock Chopper off his perch on the girl's stomach. The reindeer fell off with a yelp and woke up, whirling his head around wildly. "Huh? What? What's happening?"
"I'm going to look for food. You watch over her and light a fire." He ordered, without waiting for him to wake up fully, and turned around, going towards the direction he'd felt the large creature from the night before pass by. "I trust you know how to be discreet." Inwardly, he decided that if he came back to a festive bonfire, he'd risk the Strawhats' wrath and have reindeer meat for breakfast.
The trek through the forest looking for food was quiet. There were the occasional sounds of birds chirping, but no signs of anything edible. Either the creatures living in the forest were scarce, or they were avoiding him. Though there's also the possibility that they were simply nocturnal.
With that last thought, Law decided to open a Room again, smaller than before, even though it was slightly draining him due to the amount of time he had spent maintaining it for the entire night. Immediately he sensed several creatures; one Luffy-sized, one Doflamingo-sized, and a pack of Bartholomew Kuma-sized creatures. They were all located in a different direction. However, all of them began moving after a short pause after the Room enveloped them. He went after the nearest one; the Doflamingo-sized one to his left.
The creature was fast, though Law managed to catch a glimpse of it right before it escaped the range of his Room. It was a horse; a large, pure-white horse with golden hooves that shined despite the dimness of the morning sun. With a horn on its head. 'A unicorn? It will do.' He deactivated his previous Room and opened another, enveloping the creature again, before severing its legs in mid-run with a stroke of his sword, sending it crashing onto the ground with a shrill whinny. He walked over to the fallen creature, and picked up a leg. At first glance, it appeared that its flesh was completely pure-white. But then he found that it was because its blood was not red, as he expected, but a bluish-silver. As interested as he was to examine the strange creature a bit more, his protesting back demanded that he stopped torturing it before it folded in on itself, so he began making his way back to the clearing, carrying his sword and all four horse legs under one arm, and the body with the other over his shoulder. When the unicorn refused to settle down thrashed around wildly, he made another flick of his hand and severed the nerves connecting its head and its body, paralyzing it from the head down. It would make further examining of the creature easier later.
Chopper had finished starting a modest-sized fire in the clearing, after gathering up some pieces of dried wood. Hermione sat huddled near the flames, trying to warm herself. The girl had grumbled to the reindeer earlier while he was trying to get a spark to light up the moss on the wood that if she had her wand, starting a fire would've been so much easier, but Law had taken it from her last night, and it was still on him when he left.
The doctor of the Strawhats was quite curious about how this world worked, as he'd seen for himself the strange powers the people of this world exhibited, firing the lights from their sticks and causing all sorts of things to happen. It was almost like a Devil Fruit's powers, but far more volatile. The girl had called their powers 'magic', and that only some people in this world have them, and that it was supposed to be a secret from those who don't have them. Apparently, the magic-less people grossly outnumber those with magic, and that they have extremely powerful destructive weapons that can easily destroy a vast amount of land if provoked. He imagined it to be something like the Marine's Buster Call.
He was asking her about the various different types of plants that have healing purposes when Law came back, carrying a very large and legless creature over his shoulder that resembled a horned horse and its four legs under his other arm. Before he could ask if it was dead or knocked out, Hermione let out a shriek and bolted to her feet.
"What have you done? That's a unicorn!"
Law carelessly dropped the animal and its legs to the ground a short distance away from the fire with a loud thump before turning to face them. "I brought back food."
Chopper could see the creature's mouth opening and closing, making soft whinnies, and its eyes were darting everywhere in obvious panic. "You didn't kill it?" From the way its head was trembling slightly, yet the rest of its body still, he surmised that the Heart captain had probably paralyzed the creature.
"No. I wanted to examine it. I've never seen a creature with silver blood before."
Hermione puffed up like an angry cat. "Unicorns are sacred magical creatures! You can't just cut one down and, and…"
Law tossed a leg to Chopper, ignoring her furious sputtering. "You can start cooking that. I'm going to disassemble the unicorn."
"No!" Hermione wrenched away the leg from Chopper, scandalized. "You can't eat a unicorn!" A pause. "Or disassemble one!"
The man raised an eyebrow. "And why not? Its meat is not poisonous, is it?"
"No, but it's as good as poison! To consume the blood of a unicorn is to ingest a curse upon yourself, a cursed half-life to the day you die!"
"Ah, then we will simply rid the meat of the blood before eating."
Hermione spluttered, unable to believe the man before her, so nonchalantly speaking about dissecting and eating a sacred magical creature. Law used the moment to toss another leg to Chopper before adjusting the position of the unicorn, his hands hovering over the body as though contemplating which body part to delve into first. The unicorn let out another weak whinny, and the sound appeared to jolt her out of her shock.
"No! Don't! Only the vilest and evil of men who have nothing to lose would consider taking the life of a unicorn!"
Law didn't turn around nor move his hands away from the unicorn. "Considering my choice of career, that sort of comes with the job description."
She frowned. "Didn't Chopper say you were a doctor?"
"That, too. I'm also a pirate. The captain, actually."
For a moment she thought she misheard. "Pirate?" She parroted, her mind supplying her with images of rowdy, violent, filthy men in tattered breeches and dirty clothing, constant drinking, plundering, and women. Then she stared at Law, who was wearing a black furry trench coat, a spotted white cap, and the general cleanliness of them, the person included. Just what kind of a world did they come from? Her eyes flicked over to Chopper. Was he a 'pirate' as well?
"Yes." Law opened a small Room and began slicing the unicorn's body into slabs of meat, ignoring the girl's protests, studying the inner workings of the creature. This time Hermione did not react as violently as she did back in the Western Tower at Hogwarts, though it still made her feel ill watching the man casually dissecting the poor beast's body as one would chopping up carrots. She could only keep on telling herself that at least the unicorn wasn't dead…yet, if what he and Chopper told her was true about what happened with the professors.
"Must you do that?" She squeaked when the doctor removed what looked like half a stomach and was eyeing it intently, clutched in his right hand. He completely ignored her and was already plunging his other hand into the mass of scattered unicorn parts and rummaging around.
The scent of roasted meat wafted over from behind her, and she whirled around, mouth agape in horror, when she saw that Chopper was turning the leg of the unicorn around on a makeshift spit. "What are you doing?"
Chopper looked around, confused. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong? You're roasting the unicorn's leg! While it's still alive!"
"That can easily be rectified…" Law suddenly spoke, hand straying over towards his sword lying nearby and looking at the only part of the unicorn not split into little pieces, the head.
"Argh!" She threw her hands up in frustration. "Just what is wrong with the two of you!"
"I have Luffy as my captain. He eats everything. Well, everything that's made of meat, that is." Chopper said, munching into the leg. Law just smirked.
"What- You're a reindeer! Why are you eating meat!"
"Huh? Oh don't worry, my digestive system can handle it." Chopper said cheerily, taking another bite. "It's really good! You should try some!" He offered, holding out the leg at Hermione. Law tossed over another leg without looking around. "Don't forget my share."
"That's not the pro- oh, forget it." Hermione growled at Law. "You will not kill the unicorn though!" If she could find someone, maybe Hagrid, there might still be a chance for the unicorn to live. After they piece the poor creature back together.
"Considering that it will be missing at least two of its legs, and paralyzed from its head down, leaving it alive will only prolong its suffering. I believe you mentioned that the blood of a unicorn has some interesting properties? Why allow it to go to waste?" Setting down the liver, Law opened the bag Chopper previously sat in and rummaged around, taking out several empty glass phials.
"Well aren't you a doctor? Give it new legs or something!" Hermione snarled in a bout of irritation. Rationally, she knew that it probably wasn't possible, unless Law could somehow magically grow two new legs for the unicorn, still, her frustration added with the lack of sleep from the night before and her current state of hunger was wearing her rationality down quite a few notches.
Law finally turned around fully to stare at her, eyes narrowed. "If you want to save the beast so much, then you go and find me something that has legs and bring it back here. Or would you like to donate yours?" His voice was level, but with thinly veiled annoyance underlining his words. "You are hardly our only choice for a guide." It was then that Hermione noticed that Law looked terrible. The dark rings under his eyes were deeper than before, and his eyes were bloodshot. The hand not holding the phials was also twitching slightly, as though longing for his sword. And she remembered that Law had stayed up the whole night before, then somehow managing to hunt down a unicorn, a creature known for their speed and agility.
He had also defeated Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape in one strike.
And who had also killed Argus Filch.
Paling, for a moment Hermione was frozen speechless, and Law turned back to the unicorn, picking up the heart and prodding a little hole into one of the vessels, letting the silvery-blue blood drain into the phials.
And it was all she could do, to stand there and watch, as the life drained away from the unicorn slowly, its eyes closing for the final time, as the scent of roasted meat wafted about from behind her, Chopper merrily humming a tune under his breath while turning the spit.
A/N: …It seems that my mind can be rather nasty when it's sleep-deprived. The ending turned out a bit more…ah, nastier than I had intended. But I think it worked out well enough in the end, and I don't feel like editing it again, not when my face is about to kiss the surface of my desk with sufficient force.
I hate being sleep-deprived. The constant headache, bloodshot eyes, the inability to concentrate, that tingling around the temples that makes you wonder if you're about to have a stroke, how everyone's voices sound louder than normal…I hate those feelings. And being hurt at the same time just makes the whole thing suck even more because they take so much energy to deal with, yet you can't even get some rest because it goddamn keeps you awake the entire night. Hence my Nasty-Trafalgar. (who also had Dumbledore humming inside his head)
I suppose this chapter could've gone nastier though. I'd originally planned for Law to slaughter the shit out of the unicorn and then haul its bloody carcass back to Chopper and Hermione and freaking her out to the point where he did end up removing her vocal cords…but ended up scrapping that. Law doesn't appear to be the type who would want to get himself all splattered with blood when he can avoid it, since it would take time to clean it off, time where he could have spent resting instead.