What he Always Needed

Disclaimer: I King of the Fallen, do hereby decree that I do not own either Harry Potter or Sekirei, in any of their forms, and as sad as it may seem I shall never own either of them, so I say it, so it shall be.

Key: "Talking"

'Thinking'

"Spell/Norito"

"Telepathy"

"Deities/Demons/Other" (Although FF seems to hate long segments of underline and thus rejects them)

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Chapter 2: The First Salvo

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The sun gleefully cast its midmorning rays upon everything, giving the needed light to the plants and allowing the people see. However these rays did not touch nine sleeping individuals as they all seemed to cuddle into each other to ward off the mid November chill. This was mostly due to a large Oak tree that was beside them, the foliage thick enough to cast a dark shadow upon them. This scene however would not last long as the tree itself was about to deliver a wakeup call.

It should be noted that waking up those with extreme reflexes is a hazardous task, made even more so when the people in question have combat experience, and it would even be considered suicidal to try to wake a person who is paranoid on top of all that. Thus the reaction should have been expected when a single Acorn fell from the branches of the tree and struck Karasuba on the head. The result? The Oak tree, which based upon its size alone should have been ancient, was rendered into little more than kindling by the violent woman.

Her reaction requiring more movement than simply swinging her arm started a chain reaction that awoke the rest of the women and one man. The looks she received may have been less than pleasant, but that was all ignored when Harry asked the more pertinent question.

"Where the hell did that tree come from? I swear it was not there when we went to sleep last night" he said still trying to clear away some of the fog of sleep. The answer to his question unsurprisingly came from Kochou who unlike the others took the time to examine the tree stump.

"I believe this was the work of our benefactor…though why he did it I can't fathom" she answered receiving questioning looks.

"How the hell can you tell that" Yomi asked with a raised brow. Kochou simply pointed to the top of the stump, where the words 'You're welcome for the wakeup call' were clearly seen formed by the rings that indicate a trees age. Said rings also proving that, yes the tree was ancient, at least three hundred years old.

"Oh…This guy isn't right in the head is he" asked Toyotama with a sweat drop forming on the back of her head. The others shrugged, since they didn't actually spend enough time around him to get a good bead on his personality.

"Ok, just who is this benefactor? You've mentioned him a couple of times now, but nothing more than he is extremely powerful" Harry asked his curiosity growing.

"We don't actually know much about him. To all of us one second we're an instant from being killed or put into a coma for the rest of our lives, and the next we find ourselves floating in a pitch black void. All we know is that he calls himself the Author, and he apparently has more power than the gods themselves. He proved it too by manipulating the world around us, and breaking our connections to our false Ashikabi, yet allowing us to still be winged by you" Karasuba answered with a small frown as she remembered Natsuo.

"False Ashikabi" he asked with interest.

"Yes. Something that not even we knew about. It is possible for a Sekirei to have what is called a False Positive Reaction. Which simply means that we misread what our body is telling us, and think we found our Ashikabi. It is often that when this happens we will Wing ourselves to this false Ashikabi, binding ourselves to them. Of all of us only Hikari and Hibiki have had that misfortune though" Kochou answered before taking a small break to gather her thoughts.

"So does that mean none of the rest of you were Winged" Harry asked wondering how that was possible.

"No, sadly. The only one here who was never winged before was Akitsu, who was unable to emerge due to the machinations of the 'scientists' at MBI. The rest of us…were Winged against our will" Toyotama answered looking down as she remembered that day.

(Flashback)

Tired. She had never felt so tired in all her life. It had been three days since she had last slept, and at least a week since she had started running. Her last proper meal had been the night before she left MBI tower, and she had been so excited to get out in the world that she had forgone breakfast that day to leave sooner.

Sadly it was a big mistake. Not even thirty seconds after she left the tower and two Sekirei had attacked her. She recognized them right away as Sekirei numbers 18 and 31 Ichiya and Sai. She had been somewhat friends with Ichiya, sharing a love for a good fight, but only really knew Sai in passing. She and Ichiya had even promised to fight once they found their Ashikabi to settle who was better once and for all.

After a small fight ensued, she evaded capture, but it didn't take them long to track her down. She had been on the run ever since, barely having time to gulp down a mouthful of water and a few bites of food she was able to scrounge from trashcans. It was far different than what she had expected the world to be like. She needed to find her Ashikabi and soon, or she would lose that chance forever.

Glancing carefully around the corner she noticed no one around. Sighing with mild relief she took a single step out of the ally, and pain exploded in the back of her head. Sai landed in front of her and Ichiya walked around. The last thing she heard as blackness overtook her vision was, "My master will be pleased to have you. None of his other Sekirei evaded us for this long, well done."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Ughh"

"Oh awake already are you. Ichiya said you were a tough one, but to think you're awake after only three hours is quite impressive" said a male voice she didn't recognize. She attempted to bolt upright in reflex but found she couldn't, her arms restrained to the floor by steel chains. Feeling a distinct draft she opened her eyes praying she was wrong, only for her hopes to be destroyed at seeing her naked body.

"Who are you" she asked anger dripping from her voice even as she began to feel fear. It didn't require any exceptional intelligence to know what was going to happen. Unlike many of her sisters, she did a little more research on some of the many situations a woman can find herself in.

"I'm your new master" the man said simply as he forcefully kissed her making wings of emerald emerge from her back.

"And now to solidify my control" he said slowly sliding his hand between the junction of her legs.

"Stop! NO don't!..."

(Flashback End)

She shuddered as the memory of what Higa did to her resurfaced. It wasn't the last time he had done that, and they were thankfully few and far between, but none of it changed how…dirty she felt because of it. It was actually one of the reasons she was such a bitch to Uzume. Said woman being lucky enough to have her chosen Ashikabi, and she admittedly wanted to feel better about being bound to such a bastard.

"You mean people forced you to…" Harry couldn't even finish. It was a disgusting thought, to forcefully take away the chance of someone finding love like that. He gently took Toyotama into his arms and just held her. It was felt odd to him being the one instigating any form of affection, but he somehow knew that this is what she needed now.

"Sadly it was a very common thing. There are very few Ashikabi I can think of that would be honorable enough to not wing a Sekirei that wasn't reacting to them" Kochou said sadly.

"There was that Sahashi kid. From what we saw of him he never went after a Sekirei that wasn't his to begin with. Although he was a serious weakling, a real Uke" said Hikari with a snort as she remembered just how pathetic the kid was. He was almost worse than Seo, hell the only thing that kept him from being worse than the trash of an Ashikabi was his ability to keep a steady job.

"Uke" Harry asked in confusion. Something told him he would regret asking, but his strangely powerful curiosity would allow no less. It was kind of like when he was a kid; before the Dursleys' decided asking questions was a bad thing.

"I'll put it this way, in every gay relationship there is a Seme and an Uke, the Uke is the one on the receiving end" Hikari said sniggering at how Harry turned a sickly green color.

"I'm sorry I asked" he said to himself.

"So do you have any more questions, or shall we all go and get something to eat" asked Kochou as she adjusted her glasses to a more comfortable position.

"Just two more. How can you tell the difference between a false positive and a real reaction and just how deeply does this bond go" he asked sitting with his arms crossed bringing Toyotama into a tighter embrace as Yomi, Hibiki, Haihane, and surprisingly Karasuba had walked over to the lake with Yomi pointing out at the Giant Squid with a baffled expression.

"The answer to your first question is simple, we can't. It is literally impossible to tell the difference between them until after the winging is completed. Having only my own experience I can say that the bond between us is much deeper than when I was forcibly winged. With Kakizaki I could barely feel the bond and what I did feel was extremely weak. With us however I can feel your emotions on a level I never knew existed, I can practically feel the depths of your soul. I have absolutely no doubt that this bond is on a whole different level" she said with a smile as her eyes shined with happiness.

"I can vouch for that as well. This bond is a hell of a lot more potent than what Hibiki and I had with Seo. We couldn't feel his emotions, and the bond felt…shallow in comparison. I'm also not sure if he even really loved us. It could have been nothing more than lust, hell it was probably only lust" Hikari sighed as she remembered the unkempt man and all the perverted actions he did.

"I'm sorry things were like that. I swear I'll do everything I can to make you all happy" Harry said eliciting smiles from the listening girls. He smiled back and gently slid Toyotama off his lap so he could stand. He then reached down and helped each of them up.

"Well that's all of my questions answered, what say we go and get something to eat. Would you prefer to be subtle, or make a grand entrance that would likely end up with someone being sent to the hospital wing" he asked as the others walked back over just in time to hear his question.

"How would we do either" asked Haihane with a raised brow.

"Well if we're being subtle we can go and eat in the kitchens with the house elves. If you want the grand entrance…well really all we would need to do is enter the Great Hall, but we could add anything on to make it bigger if you want" he said making them face vault at what he called a 'grand entrance'.

"You do realize that just walking in is by no means a grand entrance, right" asked Karasuba with a deadpan expression.

"To most maybe. But a grand entrance is really nothing more than gaining the attention of everyone in the room, something that would happen with all of you at my side. Like I said though you can change it however you want, I really don't care" said Harry with a shrug. It was surprisingly Haihane who wrapped her arm around his shoulders with a grin that bespoke of torturous pain for whomever it was aimed at.

"Harry dear, allow US to show you how to make a proper grand entrance" she said before laying out her plan to the others. Aside from Akitsu, who did seem to have a small smirk, they all gained matching grins by the time she was done. Harry himself couldn't wait to see the looks on people's faces when those doors opened.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was a name that inspired awe into the vast majority of the Wizarding world. After all he had accomplished the seemingly impossible task of defeating the Dark Lord Grindlewald back in the Second World War. To add on to his prestige he was the only Wizard who could claim that he had another Dark Lord so afraid of him that anyplace he (Dumbledore) was, was considered untouchable. He was a man that was often touted as the second coming of Merlin.

But therein laid the problem. Despite what most of the people thought he was only a man, and thus just as fallible as they were. Admittedly it was an infrequent occurrence due largely to his advanced age, and his magic keeping his mind as sharp as it was in his youth. For a time he remembered this, but it was not long after he defeated Grindlewald that he began to believe his own legend and lost his grounding with reality, coming to believe that only he knew best.

This foolishness led to one of his greatest mistakes, though he refused to see it as such, one Harry Potter. Despite all the evidence to the contrary he refused to see the truth of the living environment that he left the young man in. After all Petunia was raised by the same parents as Lilly, and she turned out to be an astounding woman of courage and moral fiber. So he ignored any and all signs that Harry was suffering putting it down to a youth's rebellious nature. Just as he believed the current problem that his Deputy Headmistress brought to him.

"Albus he hasn't been seen since last night and none of the House Elves have been able to find him in the castle" Minerva McGonagall said a slight worry lacing her voice. While she did believe that Harry had found some way to enter into the tournament she generally liked the lad. He had a kind of spunk to him that the Scotts woman had to admire, though that wouldn't stop her from piling on either work or punishment as she felt needed.

"Oh I'm sure Harry just felt like a little fresh air. Probably left earlier today to go for a walk. He'll be back" replied Dumbledore with his trademark grandfatherly tone and the ever irritating twinkle in his eye.

"I just worry sometimes about the lad. He always finds some way to land face first into some sort of trouble. I swear there are times…" she was cut off unexpectedly as the doors to the Great Hall were knocked open and off their hinges with a thunderous crash. Every eye was immediately drawn to the entrance.

Snow and ice seemed to float through the doors as a woman dressed in a black one piece dress that stopped at her upper thighs, just a few inches short of being obscene, lowered her leg from the kick that had knocked the doors off. She strode in with bolts of electricity arcing from one piece of ice to another creating a dazzling light show.

Just after the first woman entered three more followed all four of them splitting down the middle to make a small corridor as a pair of twins back flipped and each landed at the end of either side of the two lines. Finally walking in with two more women walking behind him was the topic of their discussion, one Harry Potter.

The entire hall was silent as he strode forward looking to all like this was normal. It was then that he turned to one of the women in the line and spoke.

"You were right Haihane the looks on their faces was worth the extra effort" he chuckled at the end as the women broke their formation and gathered around him.

"Like I said, THAT is a proper grand entrance" Haihane said with a smirk while the others chuckled.

"What really surprises me is that you girls were able to pull such coordination off without any practice" he replied seemingly ignoring the people around him as if they didn't exist. Why should he acknowledge them anyway, they were nothing but a bunch of fickle sheep, fair weather friends, thankless cretins that should be strung up by their genital hair. Harry really would need to see just why he was having such low opinions of people recently; it was a startling difference from before.

Sadly the stunned silence was abruptly ended by a rather greasy bastard, AKA Severus Snape.

"POTTER! That's one hundred and fifty points from Gryffindor for destroying school property and disturbing breakfast, and three weeks of detention" shouted Snape both anger and glee shining in his eyes. Anger that only grew as he was summarily ignored by the person he was yelling at.

"So what do you girls want for breakfast? I'm sure if we ask one of the House Elves they would gladly make anything you want. Hell the buggers would probably feed you if you asked them to" Harry chuckled as the women joined him. Hermione looked on scandalized at the thought of asking that of the 'poor' creatures.

"Now why"

"Would we"

"Have them"

"Do that"

"That's our job" Hikari and Hibiki ping ponged before finishing in stereo.

"That's another week of detention Potter" shouted Snape again trying to get their attention.

"So what exactly are these House Elves, you mentioned them before but never actually went into detail" asked Yomi with a raised brow. The others were looking at him expectantly.

"It would be easier if I just showed you. Dobby, would you kindly come here for a moment" Harry said to the open air. Before the words had even fully left his lips a loud crack was heard and in the space he was talking into a strange creature appeared. It was short only about as tall as Harrys knees with large bulbous eyes on a rather small head with disproportionately large bat like ears. It wore the oddest assortment of cloths you could imagine, mixing shorts with mismatched socks, and a vest with no undershirt, along with a scarf.

"The great Harry Potter has called for Dobby" spoke the creature with a high pitched voice that grated upon the ears.

"Yes, Dobby, I was wondering if you would kindly prepare breakfast to the specification of my compatriots and me" he asked with a kind smile as the women looked on with raised brows.

"Of course Harry Potter sir, Dobby would be overjoyed to cooks for yous and your misseses. Would yous also likes a separate table set up" the tiny Elf replied nearly jumping with enthusiasm.

"Mr. Potter" spoke McGonagall trying to get his attention now as Snape was nearly foaming at the mouth with a purple face. Apparently Vernon wasn't the only one capable of reaching such a color in rage.

"That would be splendid Dobby. Ladies please tell Dobby what you would like" Harry said. Yomi stepped up first giving the Elf a smile as she did.

"I would like 6 eggs, scrambled, with 5 slices of toast, whole wheat if you have any, with peanut butter and a side of Hash browns" she said making most of the hall look at her in disbelief, only to change targets when Toyotama spoke.

"You on a diet or something? I would like three large bowls of Donburi one Gyūdon, one Unadon, and one Konohadon, along with two large bowls of Miso Ramen, one bowl of white rice and three Whitefish" she listed off making everyone's eyes get wider with each passing item.

"Dobby has never had a chance to make those dishes, but he will do his best for one of Harry Potter sirs misses" the Elf said ecstatically.

"Mr. Potter" called the diminutive Charms professor Filius Flitwick, only to receive no reaction.

"I would like 12 rice balls with strawberry filling, four bowls of Miso soup with three extra Udon noodles" ordered Haihane with a small smile.

"MR. POTTER" called professor Sprout her own ire beginning to rise at the blatant disrespect being shown to the professors.

"Hold on. My god talk about rude" Harry huffed as he turned away from the professors.

"I would like three large steaks. Rare, with about a dozen eggs, sunny side up and as many pieces of toast, white with butter, twelve pieces of bacon cooked lightly, two grapefruits cut in half lightly sweetened, and a large mug of coffee" Karasuba ordered getting by far the largest amount, and making Dobby practically vibrate in joy.

"Harry" called Dumbledore in a grandfatherly tone attempting once again to bring the attention to the staff. He was as ignored as the rest, sending a shock of disbelief around the hall. Nobody ignored Dumbledore.

"We would like three breakfast sandwiches each, along with two extra helpings of bacon a piece, a bowl of oatmeal lightly seasoned with cinnamon and fresh apples" ordered Hikari and Hibiki in stereo.

"I would like three fish grilled with a seasoning of basil and jasmine, along with two bowls of porridge, and a plate of three freshly sliced apples that have been misted with lemon juice" ordered Kochou getting raised brows from the other girls at her oddly specific request.

"Ah…I will have five large bowls of noodles with seven pieces of bacon lightly cooked, with three bowls of Miso soup and a small steak, rare" ordered Akitsu to the little elf who finally turned to Harry.

"I would a large steak…ah hell I'll try it rare along with three eggs sunny side up and five pieces of toast white with butter" he asked. Dobby nodded so fast one would think his head would fly off, before disappearing with a pop. Harry then turned to look back at the staff table with a raised brow.

"Now what was so important that you had to rudely interrupt several times" he asked making them scowl at him. Before any of them could say anything Dumbledore spoke, attempting to keep things civil.

"We were mainly wondering why you felt the need to interrupt breakfast as you did as well as who your companions are" he asked trying to avoid looking at some of them due to how they dressed.

"Ah, well I believe that falls under the category of, NONE OF YOUR BLOODY BUSINESS OLD MAN" he shouted making most of the hall jump. Harry was on a roll with shocking people. Not only was he showing an abnormal amount of disrespect to the professors but he straight up shouted at the headmaster, and to top it all off he had a group of women that seemed to be glued to his hip.

"MR. POTTER" shouted professor McGonagall scandalized.

"Yes you need something professor" he said nonchalantly making some of the Sekirei snigger.

"What has gotten into you young man? Disturbing breakfast, ignoring your professors, insulting the headmaster, and embarrassing the school in front of guests, in all my years as a teacher I have never seen such disgraceful actions" she ranted loud enough for the rest of the hall to hear. It was enough to start a quiet chatter the rush through the hall. Snape seemed to finally begin to regain some of his 'higher' brain functions and decided now was a good time to pour oil onto the fire.

"I've been saying for years that the brat has been strutting around like his father, thinking the world owes him eve…" he was quickly interrupted by the very person he was speaking of.

"Oh go blow it out your ass Snivilious" he said causing everything to go silent again. One could have dropped a pin in the Divination tower and it would have been as loud as a cannon in the Great Hall. Before anyone else could utter a single word Harry continued, getting four years of hatred out into the open.

"Ever since day one you have always belittled me, despising me simply for being my father's son. You have insulted me, degraded me, and treated me with such utter contempt that most of the world would consider it mental and emotional ABUSE! You have ignored the insults spewed from the snakes that come from your house and even encouraged it by spewing them yourself. You have abused your power as a teacher time and again, treating anyone that does not wear the colors green and silver as scum to be scraped off your shoes. You have no ability to teach, and your mannerisms within a classroom are deplorable. You are the saddest excuse for a human I have ever had the displeasure of knowing, and I'm certain my mother would agree with me" he ranted making Snape get redder and redder, until the last words hit him. When they did the color drained from his face faster than a Firebolt could fly.

"H-how…" he started only to be interrupted again. Harry was on a roll and not about to allow anyone to interfere.

"I knew because of the first question you asked me in your first class. "Potter, what would I get if I added powdered Root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Asphodel is a type of Lily that in Victorian flower language means 'My regrets follow you to the grave' and Wormwood means absence and is used to symbolize bitter sorrow. Infusing Asphodel root to Wormwood would then translate into 'I bitterly regret Lily's death'. Knowing that I did a little digging and found out that you were a friend of my mother. I also found out that in a fit of embarrassment you called her the worst insult possible to a Muggleborn, and lost her friendship. It's especially sad, considering she was trying to defend you from my father who was causing you that embarrassment in the first place. Yes I know all about how my father used to act, and I also know you blame him for everything that went wrong in your life. Well guess what Snivilious your problems are your own fault, but just like a bratty spoilt child that can't stand being told no, you blame something else simply because you aren't man enough to accept your own problems. It's that kind of attitude that really lost you your chance at my mother's love" Harry said a slightly sadistic smirk adorning his face as he tore down the petty man in front of him.

Jaws were hitting the floor by this time. The most hated professor in the history of the school was getting a new asshole ripped out of him…by a fourteen year old boy. Some in the hall were commending him for his courage, while others began praying that Snape would either not hurt him too much or just kill him quickly to save Harry the pain.

"As for you McGonagall, you speak of disgrace and disrespect as if you have any room to talk. Need I remind you about a certain incident just under three years ago, you were told in no uncertain terms by three first years that an artifact entrusted to the headmaster would be stolen. Remind me again what was it you did, oh yes you threatened to punish them and claimed that the artifact was more or less untouchable by anyone who is not Albus Dumbledore. Bet you felt like a right fool when those same three first years trounced every 'protection' that the artifact had and made it just in time to stop it from being stolen. Well one of them anyway, of the other two one was knocked out and the other more concerned with getting adult guidance. Shall I bring up my second year next, why yes I shall. Over the course of the year during the attacks you never once questioned what was causing them. You just assumed that if you came face to face with it you could have handled it. It took a thirteen year old girl to figure out what was causing the attacks, and as you now know had you come across the Basilisk everyone with you would have died. That doesn't include your ignoring the ostracizing of one of your students by 98% of the student and staff body. That is a true disgrace if you ask me. After it was all said and done it took a twelve year old boy to pull all of your collective asses out of the fire and not only save a student but end the attacks once and for all by killing the Basilisk. You're welcome for that by the way. Last year speaks for itself with the Dementors at the Quiddich game. Yeah you lot are a real paragon of respect and pride" he ranted with a sneer that would have made a certain greasy git proud had it not come from the spawn of his most hated bully.

Nothing was said. No one moved a muscle. Nobody even seemed to breathe. The surrealism of the situation made the brains every last one of the people in the hall nearly crash and reboot. Harry Potter…had just called out not only the most hated teacher of Hogwarts, but then went on to verbally destroy most if not all the credibility that remained with the rest of the teachers.

The fact that not one of the Professors even tried to refute his claims did not go unnoticed, and did a lot to confirm what they were being accused of. This more than anything else damaged the reputation of Hogwarts, not only as the greatest institute of magical learning in the world, but also as the safest place on the planet.

"Pathetic. The whole lot of you. In every instance, you all failed in your most important job, and it was up to me to fix the problems you were too incompetent to do. Despite the fact that I could by magical law claim a life debt on each and every single person in this castle that was here in my second year, despite the fact that I have done everything in my power to prove that I am more than some stupid title, I have been isolated, disparaged, insulted, degraded, and treated like a leper by most if not all of the student body and staff. Even now with three years of people having been able to see my moral integrity, and my willingness to do good, I have once again been cast in a bad light, with one instant. Every time before I have been lenient, I have been forgiving, I have let every insult, every glare and fearful look, every cold shoulder and malicious spell, slide. I'm saying this for everyone to hear, no more. I will no longer allow such actions to go unpunished. For every glare I receive I shall give one back. For every insult hurled my way I shall reciprocate in kind. For every spell sent my way with an intent to do me harm on ANY level, I will cast back with CRIPPLING intent. You people have frayed my nerves to the last, and I will no longer tolerate it. The days of forgiveness are over, you will now see just WHY Voldemort has failed to kill me three times" his voice was barely a whisper but every person in the hall heard it. Most of them were skeptical of the threats he so blatently leveled at them, after all he was nothing more than a fourth year, barely even at that. The mentioning of the dark lords name did cause them to flinch, but even that was not enough to make him seem dangerous. Only a few of the more intelligent people saw the truth in his words, but they all disregarded them in favor of believing that he wouldn't follow through with them. After all he was really a kind person at heart.

"Oh come off it Potter. Stop trying to sound like you're a match for any of us. You're just a half blood born of a blood traitor and a mudblood whore…" the words of the Slytherin sixth year were silenced as a wave of wind picked him up and threw him into the wall with a loud thud as he was knocked unconscious. All eyes turned to the origins of the wind to see Yomi looking murderous with her scythe drawn as she returned it to a ready position.

"Anybody else who uses either of those insults against Harry Samas family again will receive more of the same" she threatened venom dripping from her every word. Not many knew it but she had a distinct hatred of hearing the insult whore, having been called one too many times to count herself, made it a rather big button of hers.

Snape without saying a word started reaching for his wand, to stun, capture, or kill would never be known. Before he could even touch the wood of the handle the table in front of him exploded with the concussive force of a grenade sending him back a few feet as his chair tumbled and the table fell to the side losing both of its legs to support it.

"Next time I see you reach for your wand I won't be aiming to miss Snape" Harry said ad he slowly lowered his own wand. The realization began to strike a few people. Harry might not have the most raw power in the hall, or the largest capacity of spells, but he did have something that seemed to trump both of them quite easily. He had reflexes faster than greased lightning, and a penchant to cast spells faster than anyone else had ever seen. To put it into perspective, a normal wizard could cast roughly eight low level spell or six mid level spells in one minute, or one every ten seconds. Wizards of the power and skill of Dumbledore and Voldemort could cast six high level spells in one minute, or roughly ten mid level spells. Harry however had cast a mid level spell in less than one second. Should he maintain a speed like that he could literally rain spells down upon someone. He could fight at least ten other wizards at the same time based on speed alone, and with a good chance of coming out victorious. Some of the more observant and experienced casters had even noticed his accuracy had not suffered in the least.

Flitwick being the most accurate caster, and one of the most experienced in speed casting bar Dumbledore, had seen exactly where Harry had been aiming. The last few specks of scrambled egg on Snapes plate, and he his them almost dead on, exactly in the same way he casts when taking his time. This alone convinced him that Harry was indeed a true threat, and the fact that he raised his wand to a professor that had the backing of Dumbledore, regardless of grievances, convinced him Harry would indeed carry out his threats. This led him to perhaps his least thought out plan to prove him wrong in terms of protecting his charges. He drew his wand to subdue Harry.

While Harry might not have been looking in his direction, someone else was, and she decided it was time to prove her own point, don't fuck with her Ashikabi.

"Mr. Potter, you will drop your wand and accom…" Flitwick was cut off as his wand was drastically shortened. As the better half of the flimsy piece of wood clattered to the table it set off a chain reaction, as the table itself collapsed inward, cut cleanly through with a deep gouge cut into the floor and a portion of the wall at the far end of the hall shattered outward onto the grounds as high as the ceiling. All heads turned to look at the source to see Karasuba slowly sheathing her O-katana, the sound of metal scraping like a death knell.

"Now that's enough of that. Harry chan already made his point, and now I'll make my own. We will not allow anyone to harm him, just as he will protect us, not that we really need it. But it's sweet none the less. Now, while Harry chan might let you live, this is your only warning from me, try anything and you won't live to regret it. I'll make sure of that" said Karasuba as a miasma blacker than the abyss started forming around her and a vision of incomprehensible terror could just barely be seen. Not a single person dared move a muscle; for fear that this eldritch terror would spring to reality and devour their very souls. The entire effect was ruined by the next thing said.

"SHOTS FIRED" Haihane shouted with a maniacal glee.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

King of the Fallen here. I can only apologies for the long awaited chapter to this fic. If you wish to know why see my scathing mini rant from last chapter. First I would like to say, come on did you really think I would forget about Dobby? That psychotic little bugger could never be hated. Now I believe this chapter showed a little more of just how the bond with Harry differs. To those who questioned if Tsukiumi would be a good idea, yes, yes she is, because Tsundere or not she is also one of the most loyal loving and caring Sekirei there are. The reason she was always so insecure with Minato is simply because the bond never went as deeply as a real one would have. I have pointed out earlier on in this chapter that YES Harry can feel the emotions of his Sekirei and they can feel his. Tsukiumi would KNOW that Harry truly cares for her, so she would not need to act Tsun as much and wi8ll show more Dere (at least when alone with Harry or her Sekirei sisters bonded with Harry). To those of you questioning Uzume because of Toyotama, well you'll see.

I'll admit this was a bit of an information dump chapter, not my best work, and not entirely entertaining. I wanted to get some things out of the way now instead of later, mostly to give Harry a chance to vent and show off a little of the Sekireis' power. Not all of them got much screen time this chapter, but they won't always. As the relationships start to grow deeper I plan to have more one-on-one interactions with Harry. The others will be mentioned, but not always right away.

OK, that's enough of my blathering. I'll get back to work on something. I can't guarantee anything at this point.

Ja ne.