Chapter 5

"Harry, I'm sorry, but I barely understand what normal magic is, let alone the difference between it and Black Magic." Pyrrha said.

Harry winced, "Right, sorry. I was feeling a bit needlessly dramatic. Let me explain."

Pyrrha sat back in her seat, notebook in hand. Harry paused, and Murphy poked her head between the seats, blinking in surprise. "Um…notebook?"

"Found it under the passenger seat," Pyrrha explained, and smiled. "Please, continue."

Murphy and Harry exchanged a brief look. "Right. Well, the difference is a pretty big one. First you have to understand that all magic comes from the same source. Magic comes from life, its essentially life energy in a malleable form."

"So it's similar to an Aura, or Semblance," Pyrrha said.

Harry nodded, "Essentially. But magic has all kinds of different flavors. That's where Black Magic comes in. You see Pyrrha, there are Seven Laws of Magic that must be abided by. The White Council enforces them, and anyone that breaks them is using Black Magic."

"But what is it?" Pyrrha asked.

"Its…" Harry sighed. "It's basically crime magic. If you kill someone with magic, if you mess with their mind, if you try to use it to bring back the dead, it's all Black Magic. To use magic, it requires you to truly believe in whatever spell you're casting. Otherwise, it will either be significantly weaker, or simply not exist. Now take that into consideration for the violations of the Seven Laws, and what kind of mindset a person would need to use it."

Pyrrha's eyes went wide, "Oh... Oh dear. It's not just breaking a law is it? Its… It's just… wrong."

"Exactly. It goes against the very nature of magic, twists and corrupts it. And the user. If the caster isn't found in time, they're mind is warped until they become a Warlock, someone who uses Black Magic without hesitation."

Harry sighed, "Which is why the White Council has an almost zero tolerance policy when it comes to violators of the laws."

Pyrrha pursed her lips. From Harry's tone, it sounded like he had personal experience with the Council's zero-tolerance policy. She debated asking him to elaborate, but one look at the stern look on his face put that idea on ice.

The real question though, the one that Pyrrha kept dancing around, was what exactly had happened to her. Harry told her, but he hadn't told her. Not yet. That scared her more than anything else.

She swallowed and set the notebook down. The Blue Beetle bumped across a pothole, jostling Pyrrha in her seat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "What… Magic was used on me, Harry?"

Harry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She saw a look of pity in them, a sad sense of empathy for her. Her lips tightened into a firm line. "Harry, please. I need to know."

"Psychomancy."

Pyrrha blinked, "Um…what?"

"Magic of the mind," Harry explained, "Psychomancy. Someone has used magic to either manipulate, block, or remove your memories. That's why, when I was quizzing you earlier today, you had a panic attack when you tried to remember everything. The spell cast on you won't let you remember what happened. Not yet anyway?"

Something tightened in Pyrrha's chest. She kept turned back to the window, watching the Chicago streets roll by, but her grip on the notebook tightened until her knuckles turned white. "O-oh. So its… temporary?"

"All Psychomancy is temporary to a degree. The human mind doesn't like to be messed with, and it'll try to repair itself. For some this can take a few days or weeks, depending on the spells complexity. For others though…"

He awkwardly let the unsaid thought hang in the air. Pyrrha knew what he was implying, and tore her eyes from the window to look at him. "You can fix it, right?"

The Beetle came to a stop at a red light. Harry released the steering wheel and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "No, I can't Pyrrha. Psychomancy is forbidden, and what little of it I do know could cause far more harm than good. Plus, we don't know how bad those memories are. I've seen people use it to help others, even if the results were pretty bad."

"They're my memories, my mind." Pyrrha said. "I don't care how bad they might be, I have a right to know what they are."

"Not arguing with you, I agree one hundred percent. I'm just not the guy to do it."

Murphy, who had been exceptionally quiet during this time, spoke up. "You're going to call her in?"

Harry winced. "No. Not yet. She's… very busy nowadays. I'll take her to Edinburgh when we have the time. Rashid should be able to remove the blocks."

Murphy sucked in a breath through her teeth, "Edinburgh… Are you sure Harry? You and the Council aren't exactly on good terms."

The light turned green, and the Beetle jerked forward. Pyrrha steadied herself and raised her hand like she was in class. "Excuse me, but what is Edinburgh? I don't know any of the landmarks on your world."

"City across the ocean." Harry said. "The White Council headquarters is located there, and Rashid is on the Senior Council. He is also the wizard with the most experience in Psychomancy on the Council. He should be able to help."

Murphy tapped the back of Harry's chair. The tall man grunted. "And if he can't, I have a friend who's pretty much a full blown expert on it. She's just been occupied lately. Getting to Rashid will be easier."

"Assuming the Council lets you into Edinburgh at all." Murphy grumbled. There was a venom in her voice that Pyrrha had heard a handful of times.

She turned around in her seat until she was facing Murphy, and asked, "What happened between Harry and the Council?"

Murphy closed her eyes tight. Harry sighed from the driver's seat. "Really complicated Pyrrha. To keep it simple, I was out of commission for a while and the Council thought they were rid of me forever. When I came back, a lot of them were… Less than pleased with me."

"Oh." Pyrrha bit her bottom lip, "Does that mean they won't help us?"

"Rashid will," Harry assured her. "It's just a matter of whether or not he'll be there."

Pyrrha nodded. She felt herself shaking, and focused on stopping it. This wasn't right. The ability to just… remove her memories, to block a part of her own mind off with a simple uttering of words was just wrong. Not only on a moral level, but on an uncomfortably intimate level. She felt violated. She felt sick, and her whole world felt like it was shaking.

Murphy made a nervous noise, "Um, Harry, is your car shaking?"

Harry glanced around the bug. The entire chassis was trembling and warping for no apparent reason, creaking ominously under an invisible strain. His mind went back to the kitchen, what happened when Pyrrha had tried to recall her memories.

"Pyrrha!"

She snapped her eyes up to Harry, and the trembling stopped. "Huh? Sorry, what did you say?"

Harry looked around his car once, and satisfied it was no longer at risk of implosion, gave Pyrrha a stern look. "Is this going to be a recurring problem?"

"Is what going to be a problem?"

Harry gestured at the car, "You… wigging out and losing control of your powers. You almost crushed the car while we were driving."

A look of shock and horror swept across Pyrrha's face, "W-what?!"

That couldn't be right. Pyrrha had excellent control over her powers, and even if she was stressed she wouldn't accidentally crush their car. Well, except she'd shown earlier that very day that wasn't the case. When Harry had questioned her, Pyrrha's panic attack had nearly impaled him with every sliver of metal in the kitchen. Her control over her Semblance was far from perfect, and they both knew it.

She covered her face, "Oh…oh no. I'm so sorry Harry."

Harry's lips tightened and he nodded slowly, "I know you are Pyrrha. But sorry isn't going to be enough. I hate to say this, but if you really have that hard of a time with your powers, we should leave you at the apartment. You could hurt us, or someone around us."

Pyrrha started taking deep breaths to calm herself. The storm of emotions brewing inside her didn't vanish, but they did lessen. She looked at Harry, "I can control my Semblance Harry. I will control it. I swear I won't harm you or anyone close to you. I promise."

His eyes till on the road, Harry nodded, "Fine. But if I think things are going to get intense, or if you feel like you're going to have a… panic attack, tell me and leave. Find a quiet spot, something. Murph and I don't have an Aura to protect us. No one does. If you lose it, I think you can imagine the gruesome details."

Pyrrha nodded, "Of course. I'm sorry it took me this long to…acknowledge the problem."

Harry grunted, "Long as we keep it from killing any of us, I'll be content."

There wasn't any real way to respond to that. So Pyrrha folded her hands in her lap and looked out the window again. Awkward silence was a very close companion for the rest of the journey.

They finally arrived at what Harry called the 'Gold Coast Area' a few minutes later. According to him and Murphy, it was where Chicago's Elite were most likely to live, and as a result, it was a very clean and pristine neighborhood. Pyrrha almost felt at home seeing the fancy buildings and general cleanliness of the neighborhood.

Before she moved to Beacon, her fame and sponsorships had won her and her mother quite a few variety of options to live. One such place had been among the upper class in Mistral. It was short lived, of course, but the familiarity was comforting to her.

They parked in front of several apartment complexes, and exited the Blue Beetle. Pyrrha readjusted her tiara, and looked up at the buildings, "So, this is where your friend lives?"

"Cabrini Green Housing Complex," Harry said. He pulled his staff out from the car and shut the door. "Not where Thomas lives. He's across the street."

Pyrrha looked across the street. A low slung apartment was directly across from them. It had that 'modern' look that made its actual age hard to measure. If Pyrrha had to guess, the building could've been anywhere from several decades old, to only a handful of years. A small parking garage sunk into the ground beside it, probably where tenants could park.

"It's very nice," Pyrrha noted.

"Don't tell Thomas that," Harry grumbled. "His head's big enough as is. Come on, we're wasting daylight."

Pyrrha tapped her fingers together, "Er, right. Of course!" and followed Harry.

The three of them crossed the street to the apartment and stopped at a row of intercoms outside the entrance. Harry tried one, but his friend didn't answer. He frowned, and they walked inside. They quickly passed through the lobby (the woman in charge glared at Harry the entire way) and took an elevator to the floor Thomas was on. The hall was as crisp and modern as the outside of the building, and Harry lead them to one of the apartments.

He knocked three times, probably harder than he should've, and yelled, "Thomas, open up! It's Harry!"

Instantly, there was a ruckus from inside the apartment, something solid thumping on the ground. Muffled voices could be heard, followed by footsteps. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and started silently cursing. Pyrrha folded her hands behind her back and made sure she looked decent. She was still dressed in the rags of her old outfit, but the sweater hid most of it. She wouldn't break any laws, anyway.

Beside her, Murphy was frowning in thought, looking from the door to to Pyrrha in back again. The short woman's eyes shot open, "Shit, Harry!"

"What?"

Whatever Murphy had been about to say were cut off when the door opened, and… And suddenly, nothing else in the world mattered.

Thomas was about the same height as Pyrrha, maybe slightly taller, and he was…Gorgeous.

Six feet of pure, holy beauty, he was a living statue carved from marble. His eyes were an intense blue-gray, flecked with a stunning silver that shimmered under the light. His hair was a deep luxurious black that fell to his shoulders, his face pure perfection. He wore only a pair of black slacks that loosely hung from his hips, exposing his torso to the air. Pyrrha unashamedly ate up the sight of this man with no regards for common decency.

It was odd too, because Pyrrha had seen other men with similar physiques. But there was something… Striking about Thomas, an allure to him. He had a confidence, a posture that radiated… so many things that made Pyrrha tremble with excitement.

His eyes flicked to her once, and that was it. They beckoned her, called for her. Who was she to refuse him? A little fun, a little excitement. No, not a little, a lot. Any time with Thomas would be absolutely unforgettable. Best to get start-

Someone slapped Pyrrha, hard. The world spun, and lights flashed in her eyes. Next thing she became aware of, she was collapsed against a wall, and her cheek stung. Murphy was kneeling in front of her, snapping her fingers in front of her eyes and saying something.

Pyrrha's ears were still ringing, but she managed to understand the muffled words. "Pyrrha? Pyrrha, are you there?"

"I'm here, I'm here," is what Pyrrha tried to say.

It came out as "Isahesohot…"

She shook her head once and blinked, "I-I mean…y-yeah. Yeah, I'm here."

Murphy sighed in relief, "Oh thank god."

Which was immediately followed by her glaring at Harry, who was glaring at Thomas, who still looked good enough to eat. Only less so, somehow. Pyrrha closed her eyes and spent a moment gathering her senses while they quietly argued.

"What the hell was that, Thomas!?"

"You were the one that brought a pretty young virgin with no warning Harry. What did you expect to happen?"

Pyrrha trembled at Thomas's voice. Every romance movie, every actor, every person she'd ever felt an attraction too, Thomas had them beat by a mile. Her entire body reacted every time he spoke.

"I didn't expect you to hit her with a full blast of the 'come hither' when you opened the door!" Harry hissed.

Thomas sighed, "Well, you caught me at an… awkward time Harry."

The two men continued to argue, while Pyrrha felt something warm and soft get shoved into her arms. She opened her eyes and saw Murphy handing her the sweater she'd been wearing. And her sneakers too. Pyrrha gulped and looked down at herself. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her tights lay on the floor. Murphy handed those to her too.

"Get dressed and wait in the lobby," Murphy ordered. Her features were surprisingly calm. Pyrrha ducked her burning face and made a noise of agreement.

Without another word, she got up and quickly rushed out of sight, before the sight of Thomas made her do something even more stupid and reckless.

The moment Pyrrha was out of sight, Murphy spun on her heel and delivered a single slap to Thomas and to Harry. Not as in she slapped Thomas and then Harry. No, she slapped Thomas, kept going, and slapped Harry. She even had to stand on her tiptoes to do it.

Harry rubbed his cheek, "Okay, yeah, I deserved that."

"Damn right you did," Murphy said, glaring at Thomas while she said it.

Thomas sighed, still rubbing his cheek, and bowed his head, "Sorry Murphy. You guys really did catch us at a bad time."

"Us?"

The man jerked his head inside, "Justine. And a guest. We were… busy."

"Which is why you wouldn't pick up your phone," Harry rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Damn it, I'm off my game today."

"Yeah, I can tell." Thomas crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "So, what gives?"

Harry sighed and waved a hand in the air. "Marcone just dragged me into his office and saddled me with a case. Turns out a bunch of monsters from another dimension are running amok ruining his and Lara's businesses by killing everyone that works there. And if we don't figure out how to stop them, innocent people will start dying next."

"So, business as usual then?"

"Seems like it." Harry said.

Thomas nodded and frowned. "So you came here to ask if I had heard anything about the attacks, and, barring that, wanted me to play tag-a-long when you went to go interrogate my sister?"

"Pretty much."

Thomas stood up and pulled his slacks up, "Right then, give me a few minutes to get my stuff together. I'll meet you in the garage."

They departed, leaving Thomas to his preparations while looking for Pyrrha. They found her by the elevator, right as she was tying her shoe back into place. She didn't look up at them, just kept tying her shoe.

"I didn't mean to do that," she said, before Harry could get a word in. "There was just… something about him. I saw him and everything else just…"

Pyrrha released her shoe and made a strangled sound. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but ever since I got here, everything just keeps blind siding me and I'm… I'm not this weak, I swear!"

Murphy sent Harry a glare. He nodded and sat next to Pyrrha. "It's not your fault here either Pyrrha. There's a lot in the supernatural world that you just don't know about. Most people don't know about it, hell, I've been at this game for almost three decades now and I still don't know even a sliver of what there is to know. But what happened there… That was all on me."

Pyrrha glanced up at Harry. Her face was still burning scarlet, but at least she hadn't broken into tears. That was a start.

"What do you mean?"

"Well…" Harry said. "Thomas isn't really human. Well, he is, but he's not just a human. He's a vampire of the White Court."

"You're friends with a…vampire?" Pyrrha raised an eyebrow.

Harry shrugged, "Yeah. He's not your typical blood sucking fiend. White Courts feed off human emotion. Fear, anger… lust."

Pyrrha's blush returned, "Ah… so that's… normal?"

"I don't think there's a woman alive who doesn't feel something when Thomas is around," Murphy said. "A few men too."

Both Harry and Murphy looked serious. So Pyrrha straightened up a little and took a deep breath, "Ah. Well then I suppose there's nothing to be ashamed of, is there? I was afraid I'd lost control of myself for a moment."

Harry chuckled, "No, you're fine. Just try not to stare into his eyes, and think clean thoughts, and you should be able to resist his whole 'come hither' aura he puts off."

"Or I could just turn it off," Thomas said. Everyone jumped, and the vampire smirked. He wore those same black slacks, and a pair of expensive loafers. A white button down shirt covered his chest, and he wore a black jacket over it. The bulge of a pistol was still noticeable beneath it.

"Damn it Thomas, don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on a Wizard?" Harry demanded.

Thomas crossed his arms, "Whatever. We about ready to head out?"

"Yeah, we're good."

Nodding at that, Thomas extended a hand to Pyrrha. "Sorry about that incident. You caught me at an awkward time Miss… Pyrrha, is it?"

Pyrrha looked from his hand to his face. The silver flecks in his eyes were gone, leaving them a calmer stormy gray. His entire being, in fact, had seemed to change. While he was certainly handsome, he didn't end all thought processes in her mind when she looked at him. So, Pyrrha reached out for his hand.

"It's Pyrrha Nikos, yes." She said as she took his hand.

And it promptly exploded into white hot fire.

"Jesus Christ!" Murphy shouted, and jumped back. Thomas staggered back and bit back a scream of pain.

Pyrrha's eyes doubled in horror, "Oh no! I didn't-what-how- I'm sorry!"

Thomas, still gritting his teeth, shook his hand a few times until the flames went out. Where Pyrrha had gripped his hand, the flesh was blackened and deformed, like melted plastic. Even more disturbing, Pyrrha could see his flesh actually boiling as it started to pull itself back together. She felt queasy just looking at it.

Thomas glared at Harry while his hand reassembled itself. "So not only is she a virgin, but she's protected by an act of true love, thanks Harry."

"Wait, I thought that couldn't be a thing if someone hadn't…" Harry shrugged, "Ya know."

"All it takes is an act of true love. Doesn't necessarily need to be sex," Thomas winced and shoved his hand into his coat. "And apparently, Ms. Niko's has a very strong relationship with someone, somewhere."

All eyes turned to Pyrrha. More blushing ensued, and she brushed some hair out of her eyes, "Oh… I don't really know if… Well I do have a close friend on my team, our captain really but we've… Never really done anything… it's not… I mean."

"Okay, that's enough," Murphy interrupted, to Pyrrha's immense relief. "Point is, you're protected by that now. Which means even if a White Court Vampire wanted to feed on you, they can't touch you. Talk about a lucky break."

Maybe it was to Murphy, but Pyrrha's mind was racing at the thought. She cared for Jaune, she'd even been with him at the dance, but their relationship had been in a gray area last she could remember. She would most certainly like to spend more time with that awkward, nerdy, kind, caring, and handsome dork, but they hadn't had time to really talk about it, what with the tournament and all. Now she really couldn't talk to him about it…

But if what Murphy and Thomas said had any lick of truth, then maybe they were meant to be. The thought made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She definitely had an even greater motivation to get home as soon as possible.

"Lucky break or not," Harry's voice shook her from her daydreaming. "We need to get moving. We've spent a lot of time dawdling, and I'd rather get to Raith's mansion before sundown."

Thomas held up a pair of keys and grinned, "I'm driving."

They didn't take Harry's Beetle when they left, they took Thomas's car instead. Unlike Harry, he drove a colossal boxy white vehicle called a Hummer. In Pyrrha's opinion, it was much nicer than the Beetle. Even though she had to sit in the back seat, there was a lot more leg room when compared to the Beetle. She was content with it.

They drove along the freeway for some time, leaving Chicago behind them. According to Harry, Lara Raith (Who was, apparently, Thomas's older sibling) had a mansion just outside of Chicago along the big lake they called Lake Michigan. The creativity of this world never failed to underwhelm Pyrrha. Though perhaps she couldn't be too judgmental, after all, one of her friends was literally named after a fancy rock.

While they drove, Harry filled Thomas in on what he'd missed. Him rescuing Pyrrha, the Grimm, and what exactly was at stake if things took a nosedive in the next few days. Thomas, surprisingly, took it all in stride. He seemed to have experience with things like this.

"So, if I'm understanding this right," he said, when Harry finished explaining, "is that, we have an army of monsters pouring into Chicago, that feed off negative emotions, are seemingly endless in number, killing the crime families in charge of Chicago, and you've been hired to deal with them. Oh, and we have a girl from the same dimension who was training for a day job in slaying said monsters. Is that about right?"

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds absolutely stupid," Harry deadpanned.

Thomas chuckled, "Well, it wouldn't be you if it wasn't absolutely insane. Though, this brings up a pretty big question."

"And that'd be?"

Pyrrha felt, rather than saw, Thomas's eyes on her. "Is the girl an Outsider, if she's not from here?"

She blinked and looked at Murphy, "What's an Outsider?" she whispered.

"Evil magic-immune eldritch abomination. Want to wipe out the planet. Basically like Grimm, but a lot stronger."

Pyrrha gulped at that. "Well that's… not good."

Harry's voice was loud from up front, addressing everyone, "I don't think Pyrrha counts as an Outsider. Neither do the Grimm. I think how it works is that, we have individual worlds in their own… bubble, I guess you could call it, or a sphere of influence. Each one has its own worlds and people that obey that worlds laws of reality. The Outsiders live between those worlds, again this is just a theory, and have decided ours would be the tastiest to take a bite out of. That, or the easiest."

"There's a comforting thought." Thomas deadpanned.

Harry shrugged, "You asked man."

"So what happens if these Grimm do wipe out the crime families?"

Harry jerked a thumb at Pyrrha, "Ask her. She's the closest thing to a Grimm expert we have. I'm just parroting what she's told me."

"Okay," Thomas looked at her in his rear view mirror. Pyrrha was in the third row seat with Murphy, by Thomas's request. If she was too close, a strand of her hair might touch him, and while he wasn't in a 'feeding mood' anymore, he'd rather be safe than sorry.

"So what happens if the Grimm do what I just said?" he repeated.

Pyrrha felt the faint smile on her face fade. "If they break through in numbers, you will have no Hunters or Huntresses to defend your world. They will crash over Chicago in an endless tide of death and destruction until every human is either gone, or dead. They won't stop and they won't rest until humanity is wiped from the planet."

Silence reigned. Thomas slowly swallowed and returned his eyes to the road. When he spoke, his voice was more solemn. "So you're saying it'd be bad."

"Yes. Very."

"Talk about motivation." Thomas muttered.

The drive fell silent after that. They cruised next to Lake Michigan, the vibrant colors and hues of the sun reflecting off the lake were a stark contrast to the sour mood that had overwhelmed the hummer. Pyrrha hated being overly negative, but when it came to the Grimm, there was no sugarcoating it. They would overwhelm this world, this 'Earth' in days or weeks if given the chance. They'd need to nip the problem at the bud if they wanted a chance to survive.

That was why they were going to Lara's, to gather any information that Marcone didn't give them, and find a possible source to the Grimm incursions. The list of locations Marcone had left in the Beetle was a start, but Lara had more experience with the Grimm and thus would have more intel for them.

All of that said, the Raith estate was… something else.

They arrived mid-afternoon and Pyrrha thought they had parked in front of an old castle from the days before Dust had become widely available to the people of Remnant. It was several stories tall, with many wings branching from the base and a few faux-castle turrets. Cornices and gargoyles dotted the estates façade, and a grand stone wall lined with barbed wire and security cameras surrounded it.

Perhaps a 'neo-castle' would've been more appropriate. Pyrrha looked at the building in surprise, "Wow, its nearly as big as the Beacon."

"Um, thanks?" Thomas said. They rolled to a stop on the street in front of the towering estate. The entrance was plainly visible, guarded by an iron gate with a security checkpoint.

"It was the academy she trained at," Harry explained while grabbing his gear.

"Ah."

The two men started to get out. Pyrrha did the same, but Harry stopped her with a look. "Stay out here Pyrrha. I'd rather not let Lara learn about your presence if we can avoid it. Plus, given your reaction to Thomas…"

Pyrrha fell back into her seat, "Ah. I understand. Wait out here then?"

Harry nodded, "Yep. Shouldn't take more than ten or fifteen minutes. But, Murphy, if we're not back in thirty minutes, I want you to leave and get back up."

"Right." Murphy clambered into the front seat. Thomas tossed her the keys and she caught them without looking using her good arm. "Good luck Harry. And be careful."

He shot her a lazy smile, "Hey, come on, its me."

With that, he shut the door and the two men walked down the driveway towards the Raith Estate, leaving Murphy and Pyrrha alone in the Hummer. After a minute of silence, Murphy said, "So, got any good stories?"

A/N: An apology to all my followers for missing my Saturday update. I had yardwork and lots of family time over the weekend, coupled with a bad cold that's only just now hitting its stride. I think I can update on Thursday though, so I will try to keep to the schedule.

Speaking of though, next chapter will be what I call 'A Dresden File'! See, its a pun because... Nevermind. What a Dresden File will entail is a perspective shift to Harry's traditional First person smartassery. It'll last one or two chapters at most, before switching back to limited third person omniscience with Pyrrha. I don't intend on using it often, but I will provide a headsup before I post one, so no one is caught off guard.

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