Harry Potter x Tekken
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or Harry Potter. If I owned both, then they would have crossed over a long time ago.
A/N: This chapter is longer than the rest, and I plan to make each chapter at least ten pages in Calibri 12 font size. So here is the next instalment!
"Come up here. The Zaibatsu guards can't catch us."
Xiaoyu led the large group of Brits up several flights of stairs until they came to a halt at double doors. Pushing them slightly, she peered inside and motioned them to follow her inside. Once the Order members got situated at the doors and the teens were inside the room, Xiaoyu closed the doors behind her and switched on the lights.
When Harry's eyes adjusted to the sudden illumination, he saw a very spacious room that was lightly furnished with a sofa to the back of the wall and a lamp stand next to it. The floor was bare except for a rug in front of the sofa and in front of the doors like a welcome mat. A desk with a few papers and books were scattered across it, and floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a wondrous view of the Tokyo skyline.
"What is this place?" Ginny asked.
Taking a seat at the desk, Xiaoyu said, "It used to be the office of Kazuya Mishima . . . before Heihachi took control of the Mishima Zaibatsu." She turned around in the chair and gazed out the window as if replaying a sad memory in her head.
Harry joined her and said, "It really does look brilliant. Reminds me of London a bit." In a way it did. The blinding lights and the activity in the streets below, one would think they were in any metropolis. The only thing that said that this was Tokyo was the language plastered on the many billboards and flashy signs everywhere.
Xiaoyu smiled. "It is pretty, isn't?" Turning back to the rest, she closed her eyes and breathed in. "Before you all start hammering me with questions, let me tell you about myself. My mother was mortal, but my father was a wizard. Both were talented fighters I might add, but I got most of my fighting skills from my grandfather, Wang Jinrei. I've been tied up with the Mishima Zaibatsu ever since I was sixteen, and have been in the tournament since the third King of Iron Fist."
"Well can you tell us a little about the Mishima Zaibatsu?" Hermione asked. "Mainly about Jin Kazama?"
"Forget Kazama," Ron said. "Tell us how this tournament works, and how to keep the mad killers from going after us."
The Chinese girl shrugged. "Truthfully, when the head of a company or organization wants you dead, they send in competitors of their own to carry out the hit. Nothing you can do about it except beat them in the tournament. But since no one except for the wizards here know who you are – " She pointed at Harry. "You don't have to worry much . . . unless Jin would want you dead, but that's a different story."
"Can you tell us who works for Kazama exactly?" Tonks asked, stepping into the conversation.
Xiaoyu tilted her head to the side as if considering the question. "I know of only one person. Her name is Nina Williams."
Ron nudged Harry. "That's the same person the bloke Lei told us about. Something about her being extremely dangerous or of the sort."
Xiao nodded her head. "That would be her. She's a top paying assassin that never fails to kill. The only people that she lost to are the Mishimas. Now that she's working for Jin, that could mean a whole lot of trouble for you guys if Jin wanted you dead."
Harry looked out the window and back at the Tokyo skyline, contemplating Xiaoyu's words. This is getting more dangerous than I thought. Maybe we should pull out before it's too late. Being in this tournament wasn't just dangerous for them, but even for the other competitors. Voldemort would be sure to come to Japan if he found out Harry was here.
"Can we ask you something else before we leave, Miss Ling?" Ginny asked.
"Sure . . . anything."
"Why is Jin fighting against the world if he used to be a nice guy?"
The room got deadly silent. All eyes were on Xiaoyu as lowered her head. It was a moment or two before she finally answered. "You have to understand – the Mishima family bloodline is nothing but war and rebellion and father and son fighting against each other for power. Heihachi even threw his own five year-old son off a cliff."
The girls gasped. Ron and the other Weasleys went wide-eyed while Harry turned back to look at the Chinese girl.
Xiaoyu looked as though she was about to cry. "Look, the only reason Jin is the way he is is because of his family. If you had known Jin like I had, you would know that he isn't a bad man. He's just a good person to which bad things have happened to. Believe me when I say it."
After she was done, she wiped at her eyes to get rid of any stray tears. When her face refused to stay dry, she took her wand from her back pocket and transfigured a hacker chief. There was a very long moment of silence until Mr Weasley broke it.
"Come one everyone. I think it's time we get these kids off to bed."
After making sure Xiaoyu was alright, they went to the hotel and dropped her off at her door.
"I'm sorry about today, Xiaoyu," Hermione said.
"It's alright. I needed to get that off of my chest sooner or later. It was bound to happen." The older witch hugged Hermione. "I can stay until the end of the tournament. I'll do whatever I can to make sure you and Harry don't get on Jin's bad side."
She held Hermione at arm's length and looked at Harry. "Make sure you guys stay safe." Xiaoyu went on her tip-toes and kissed Harry on the cheek. "Hǎoyùn." Seeing his puzzled look, she smiled. "It means good luck in Chinese." With that, the Chinese girl went into her room and closed the door.
"I don't think it's a good idea."
"You never think anything fun is a good idea," Fred teased.
"Well that's because it never is!" Hermione snapped.
The group of Hogwarts students were in the lobby eating brunch and doing their favourite past time: get into trouble. The twins had said they saw Kazuya Mishima late at night looking suspicious, and decided to spy on the man.
"Come on, Hermione," George said after he finished his noodles. He looked around the lobby and motioned for the others to lean forward as to not be heard. "There's something strange about the bloke. It can't put my finger on it, but he gives off this . . . evil presence."
Harry, who had been struggling with his chopsticks, looked up and said in a low whisper, "So I'm not the only one who feels it?"
Ron shook his head. "No man. I've been feeling it too, and it's not just him. I think this whole tournament feels weird. Like something bad might happen any minute."
"And what would a group of kids like you do about it?"
The wizards turned their heads to see a very tall man with red hair. He wore motorcycle goggles on his head and fingerless gloves on his hands. He had on a brown vest and dark blue jeans with boots. By the way he held himself, the others gathered that he was a participant in the tournament. The redhead was smirking with his arms over his chest. From what Harry could remember, this guy was from Korea.
"What? Not a "Hello" or a "Pleased to meet you"?" He started shaking his head. "Lee said that you guys were nicer than this."
"Well maybe if people didn't come off as arrogant, we wouldn't have this problem," Hermione said.
The man's smirk got only bigger. "Really now?" He pulled a chair from the closest table and sat in it backwards. His smirk vanished and was replaced by a thoughtful expression. He lifted his arm and pointed at her. "You're Hermione Granger." He pointed at Ginny next. "Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley . . ." He stopped when he got to the twins. "And . . ."
"I'm Fred," the twin closest to him said.
"I'm George."
The mystery man's eyes soon fell on Harry. His face became serious. "And you must be Harry Potter." He got up and reached to shake his hand. Harry did so with caution. "The name's Hwoarang. Besides being a Ti Kwon Do student, I'm also a South Korean Auror."
"I didn't know so many wizards compete in this tournament," Ginny said.
Hwoarang shrugged. "There are a few of us." He looked around the room and found who he was looking for. "You see that girl with the long blond hair? That's Lili Rochefort; she's from Monaco, but she goes to Beauxbatons in France."
"I knew she looked familiar!" Ron exclaimed. "She was one of the girls that went to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Cup."
Hwoarang nodded. "Yeah there's another one here, but I can't find her. She's been avoiding me like the plague."
"Gee, I wonder why," Hermione said sarcastically.
The redhead could only smile. "Now back onto more "interesting" matters. I heard you guys were trying to spy on Kazuya Mishima –"
"No we weren't," Hermione said curtly.
"Quiet, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione stuck her nose up in the air.
"I could help you lot, but in exchange that I get to listen to whatever middleman Mishima has to say."
"And what makes you so sure we could trust you?" Ron asked.
Hwoarang leaned forward. "I hate the Mishima's almost as much as I hate losing; and that's a lot. Besides – " He sat straight once again. "Don't you want to know he's up to? Rumour has it that he's looking for someone who could do in old man Heihachi Mishima." He looked at Hermione. "From what I hear, he thinks you're pretty badass for someone so young."
Hermione's eyes went wide. "Really?"
He shrugged. "Well you did do well the first match, but when it gets to the second and third, start expecting to get you prim and proper ass handed to you."
Hermione stared daggers at him. "I wouldn't be too sure about that one. I plan on staying in this tournament until I meet that horrible girl Asuka Kazama."
Hwoarang's eyes went wide as he smiled. "So you're the one that got Kazama's panties in a bunch. Great job on that one; I truly thought the only one that could do that was Lili."
Knowing that the conversation was getting off track, Harry brought up the subject again. "So how exactly can you help us?"
"I'm glad you asked," the Korean said, and evil smile on his face.
"I told you this was a horrible idea."
"Shut up! I can't hear anything," Hwoarang snapped.
"Don't worry, Hermione. All of Hwoarang's plans are horrible," Xiaoyu said.
The group of wizards had managed to pick the lock to the room right above Kazuya's and were opening the vent that led down to the living area below. The twins were able to fit their Extendable-ears down the grate and were testing the out on the maid who had come to clean the room. Xiaoyu had just been walking by when she saw them picking the lock to the room, and knew they were up to no-good. Not wanting them to get in trouble, she tagged along with them.
Hwoarang slipped the cord lower until it was hidden a bowl of fruit below. He put the hearing piece to his ear, making sure that the sound was audible and not muffled. Turning toward the twins, he said, "How did you guys get the money to even make these?"
"When Harry won the Triwizard Cup, he knew we wanted to start our own joke shop, so he gave his winnings to us," Fred said as he eased another pair of extendable ears down a different vent that lead to the kitchen. "If it weren't for him, we would've had to work at the Ministry of Magic with Dad when we graduate Hogwarts."
"Oh yeah . . . I heard about the Triwizard Tournament . . ." Hwoarang paused before saying, "I'm sorry about your classmate."
The room got eerily quiet after that. When a few moments of silence passed, Xiaoyu decided to ask what she and Hwoarang both thought. "So does that mean You-Know-Who is really back?" She looked at Harry.
"Yeah, he is."
There was more silence until a muffled sound came from Ginny's extendable ear. "Hey you guys," she whispered, waving them over. "I think I hear something!"
Forgetting the previous awkward moment, the others went over to her vent which led right to the bedroom.
"– wants, it's a fight she'll get," a very feminine voice said.
"Who's that?" Hermione asked.
"That's Anna Williams," Xiaoyu answered, keeping her voice low. "She works as Kazuya's bodyguard.
"Stop complaining about your sister for one moment, Anna," a deep voice said.
The Brits looked at Hwoarang for an answer to who the mystery man would be.
Hwoarang narrowed his eyes. "That's Kazuya from the sound of it." He took the ear out of Ginny's hand and started to lower it closer to the nightstand.
"I want an answer about that little girl that defeated Jinrei's granddaughter," Kazuya demanded. "I've haven't seen her face in this tournament before."
"Well," Anna started. "I had someone do a scan on her and see if she competed in any other tournament. So far, no results have come up."
A pause. "What about the boy that entered with her?"
Anna hesitated. "Nothing has been found on the boy."
Harry looked at Ron. "Why do you think she hesitated?"
Ron shrugged. "Beats me."
"Will you two can it?" Hwoarang snapped.
"They're talking about Jin now," Ginny said, bringing them back to the conversation below them.
"What do you want me to do with Kazama," Anna asked.
"Nothing. I will deal with him myself," Kazuya answered. "It's about time that I gained control over my company again." There were sounds of a door opening and sounds from the bedroom had died.
"They're going to the living room!" Ron said, getting up from the floor to the appropriate vent. The wizards followed closely behind him. Once settled they were able to hear Kazuya leaving the hotel room.
"I want you to get all the information you can on the next group of people fight in the last half of the first matches by Saturday. The matches start back up on Monday, and the second set will start next Friday. Until then, you can have today and tomorrow off to do whatever you usually do." He left the room with Anna following after him.
Hwoarang quickly pulled the extendable-ear up the vent and the others followed his example by gathering the other ears. After making sure everything was in place, the young wizards left the room as quietly as they could, and were just in time to see Kazuya walking out of the hotel elevator and making his way to the front doors of the building.
"I really hate that man," Hwoarang said through clenched teeth.
Xiaoyu placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Hwo. We can't do anything right now without getting disqualified. Besides . . ." She put her hands on her hips. "We need to be more focused on that Quidditch game tonight."
"Bloody hell!" Ron yelled. "I almost forgot about the game! We've got to tell Dad if we still want those seats!" He made a mad dash up the stairs. "Come on guys! Let's get a move on!"
Harry smiled. Maybe I could have some fun before buckling down for the tournament, he thought. He raced after the others, unaware that this would be the last time he would be in that hotel.
A/N: Well that's done with! Sometime during this month I'm going back and rewriting a great deal of this story. Truthfully, I really plan on making this story no more than ten to fifteen chapters.
Speaking of chapters, I couldn't get to my desired ten pages. :( I will have to make sure I reach that goal next time. Since its summer, I should be updating more than I have. I guess you could call this a summer project since I have none this summer. :) Until I update again, peace!
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