It's A Taken World
Chapter Five: Magic, All The Magic!
Key for this chapter
"English/Japanese"
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*Number 4 Privet Drive*
Iris was cooking breakfast with the assistance of her Aunt, who was taking care of any of the more dangerous parts of the job.
It was one of these days she would be expecting her Hogwarts letter, she had recalled seeing a woman by the name of Mcgonagall sending them out via owl a little while ago.
True to her sight, after the balanced breakfast, two owls came in holding letters, one for her and one for Daisy, who did in fact have magic too, but was locked away by the wards along with her true form.
The letters were read excitedly, even if Iris knew what they said before, and the two owls that were waiting for a reply were quickly given.
(Just so you guys know, because of the family's knowledge of magic already, they get marked as someone not needing a visit from a teacher, its some ancient junk to do with Hogwarts. Brackets from now on will probably solve problems that spring up. If you guys don't like cuts between the story, tell me and I'll put explanations into the end of the chapter)
After taken the morning to plan events, Iris' sight playing key roles on where they would be going and buying the needed books. The magical sight holder didn't really need the books, but they were needed to keep certain secrets so she was going to get them anyway.
Petunia got in her car with the two children and began to drive to the little pub that acted as an entrance to the main shopping location of the British magical world, Diagon Ally. They arrived an hour later, and made their way through the pub quickly, not wanting the attention Iris' scar might bring if anyone saw it.
Iris stared at the wall, recalling the brick placement needed to get inside and slowly tapping a magic infused finger on each of the bricks, the entranceway opening slowly after.
First stop was Gringotts, she recalled that many used a key to get into vaults usually, but at certain times other things were used.
Iris told her relatives to take in the sights more while she got some funds for them, they knew she would find them easily later so they did as requested and made their way into the alley.
Iris walked into the building and made her way to a desk run by a goblin, who lifted his head slightly after hearing the footsteps and then put his head back down to return to his work.
The Goblin teller lifted his head slightly again after hearing a cough, partially used in attention grabbing and also in preparation.
"Greetings to you, Teller Sir, I would like to request a blood test and possibly the recovery of a stolen Gringotts key." Iris said in the natural tongue of the Goblins, watching silently with slight amusement as the grizzled creature stood himself straighter.
"And who is making such requests?" The Teller replied after regaining his bearings.
"My name is Iris Potter." Iris said, watching as the Goblin stared with a minor look of disbelief at hearing the name.
"I suppose you should come with me." He almost ordered, getting a slight nod in agreement.
Ten minutes later Iris was walking out with a replacement key for her trust vault, a pouch filled with Galleons, Sickles and Knuts and a vengeance filled gleam in her eye.
The sight wielder made her way back to her Aunt and Cousin, who had their attention grabbed and were in the bookstore Flourish and Blotts. The girl quickly joined back with them and bought the two sets of books needed for the year and a few other things.
Her eyes were caught by a set of books, marked with her name, and a figure which looked like a healthier version of her pre-transformed self.
'Now why would this be here?' She thought to herself, images shifted into her mind of the so called writer's of the books, and how they were using the name as a way to make money, she was rather annoyed by this, especially the fact that some of the books were made by the Ministry of Magic, and were used to spread their own ideals.
'When I get the chance, I'll introduce them to a little thing called suing.' She mumbled in her head.
After the books were bought, they made their way to the other shops with no problems until she reached a store that most budding magical were ecstatic about going to.
Ollivanders.
Daisy got a sparkle in her eye as she looked at her new wand, a cleanly polished eucalyptus with a unicorn hair given willingly, after the collector saved the unicorn's foal. The wand apparently symbolized her innocence, which she had an abundance of.
Iris was a tough one, the Phoenix feather wand crafted as a brother wand to Voldemort's burst into flames, as if it tried to bond with her and recognized some of the her blood used in its crafting, the blood given by Dumbledore to make the link... for the greater good, but couldn't accept that there was a change.
Ollivander frowned more and more as wand after wand were brought out, and put back as none would accept her. He had a few reasons for this and relayed them to the girl.
"It seems there are a couple reasons that none of the wands are choosing you, you either have way too much power, or there is already a focus out there linked to you, it could quite possibly be both. Good news about the first reason is if you have that much power, Wandless magic should be easy, but I have nothing to say about the other reason."
Iris accepted this reply, and quickly left the wand store with her Petunia and Daisy.
A while later, the group found themselves at the Alley's Ice Cream shop, a delectable treat in front of them all.
"Mama? May we get a pet?" Daisy asked suddenly between a spoonful of vanilla.
Petunia smiled to her daughter brightly.
"Of course, dear, just as long as you take care of it."
Daisy was later rubbing her face against the soft furs of a snow white fox kit, which held a strange magical sparkle in its eyes. The bond was sealed in an instant.
Iris walked out with a strange but useful companion too, a vampire bat, strangely enchanted in the ways post owls would. Petunia found herself with a helper too, as she caught the eye of a snow white owl, which she bought so she could send messages to the children while they were in school.
Iris, as they were leaving the alley, felt a pull from one of the side paths, leading to one of the darker alleys, Knockturne Alley.
Iris quickly said goodbye, giving a quick hug to her family members before they made their exit, knowing the girl could take care of herself.
The pull lead her to a shop, cleaner that most in the Alley, but seemed to go unnoticed by many. The store was marked by a sign presenting an opened book, stabbed by a sword. Above it was the name.
'Ancient, Mystery and Destruction'
Iris was interested by the store and its history, but something blocked her from gaining recalled knowledge from it, and only a slight idea of what it meant.
Iris entered the store; it was littered with jars, magic foci, books, blades and more, all looking stranger than the next.
"So. Someone finally had the Insight to find me store?" A voice called from a counter nearby.
A scarred man with a Cigar and Top hat was the speaker; he held as much mystery as the store itself as Iris could not get a read on him.
"What do you mean by Insight?" Iris asked, getting a chuckle from the man in reply.
"Nothin' lil' lady, just an enchantment, only those who knew mystery could find this place. What ails you? Maybe there is something that could fix that." His last words seemed like an automated greeting.
"I felt a peculiar pull." Iris replied.
"A pull, eh? Well there are many magic Foci that could bring that. Take a look." He said as smoke blew out his nose.
Iris took the chance and walked around the store, true to his word, there were a lot of foci, but one stood out the most for her, she picked it up.
At her young age, it might have looked like a staff, but when she grew older it would look like a strangely long wand.
It looked like silvery bone, the tip spreading out strangely, to Iris it felt perfect.
As she slowly walked through the store a little more, a section marked "Nightmare Weapons" caught her eye.
It was filled with blades, some coming in a large amount and some rather small.
Her sight travelled to part of the wall, and she saw a blade, less brutal looking than the others, but still deadly.
She picked it up, her eyes blanking out slightly as she stared at it.
*here is a flashback, IN ITALICS TO MAKE IT EXTRA SPOOK*
"Miss? When were you going to teach me how to fight for you?" A young girl said excitedly as she stared at a strange woman sitting on a throne.
"You are still too young, little one." The woman replied simply, uncommon kindness slipping into her voice.
"For now, just stick to the blood, soon you shall be strong enough."
*Flash*
The girl, slightly older, held the oversized blade in her hands as she shivered.
Screams echoed the castle, as flesh was tenderized and turned into pink paste by a group of white garbed people, strange spiked wheels held over their shoulders after the work was done.
One saw the girl, a look of malice shining out from his golden pyramid helmet through the eye sockets, the man pulled the spiked wheel from his back, it connected, an extra splash of red already hitting his dirtied white garb, he continued, pounding the corpse into another heap of fleshy stew.
"Such a Vile Creature." He spoke as he cackled with joy.
*Flashback end... so sorry about that.*
Iris quickly snapped back to reality, the blade and magic focus clattering to the floor, a strange enchantment making the ground unable to cause any real damage to possibly ancient objects.
'Wha...' Iris thought blankly as she brought a hand to her face. She felt both a large amount of tears escaping her eyes and a large amount of blood coming from her nose, she wiped the tears away quickly, but the blood which was moved to her hands made her stop again, she brought the hand to her mouth.
And licked the blood off.
The taste was strangely appetizing, addicting... sinful.
She quickly picked up the focus again, along with the blade and returned to the shop's counter.
"Quite a bit of commotion there. Wanna hear about the history of your items before I sell them? It'll cost extra." Cigar Man asked.
Iris pulled out her gold pouch and placed it on the counter; the man picked it up, pulled out a few varied coins, and put the pouch back on the counter.
"Pleasure doing business, lil' lady. The stick you got there is called an Ivory Oolacile Catalyst, really old, was used in some Ancient Sorceries but should work perfectly fine to channel newer magic too. Got some other things around that time too, come back later if you want to see those too. Anyway, the sword you got there is a Nightmare Weapon. No one really knows how they come into reality, but some people wake up with them, some are more common than others, and some people come out with a... strange new taste. The man who came in with that blade was a strange one, mumbling about how he found it after dreaming about a slaughter. He wanted it rid of as soon as possible. I got a handbook I make for most of the Nightmare weapons, because they get rather varied, that'll cost extra too."
The 'lil' lady' bought the two tools, the weapon's handbook, which seemed to be rather small and hand written in a large scrawl. The man also gave her a box filled with strange bullets, giving the reason 'the man sold these with it too, the handbook should explain it.'
Iris cut a small hold into her pouch buying the items, but felt as if she made the correct decision.
*Timeskip*
The days flew by, along with a quiet, uneventful but fun birthday and soon the time to go to Hogwarts had arrived, Iris keeping her books and other objects in her infinite space of her coat sleeves while Daisy packed things into her new, spacious trunk.
The three swiftly made their way into the platform, hidden inside the pillar between platform nine and ten.
Goodbyes were traded, deep hugs thrown tightly around them, and as the shiny red train chugged out of the hidden station, sad goodbyes were waved.
Daisy and Iris went into a compartment and placed the Freeze time here.
I haven't described Daisy at all in this story... if I recall correctly. Let's just say she has blonde hair, green eyes similar to Iris' pre-conversion and... Well that's as much as you need to know right now.
Continue.
Blond girl's trunk into overhead storage and settled themselves in properly, placing the pet carriers containing the still bonding familiars in the chair corners. After the job was finished, Iris clambered up onto the other overhead holders and laid there, getting a strange look from her cousin.
"What are you doing, Iris?" Daisy asked her, as the girl seemed to pull out a pillow from her sleeve, along with a simple book.
"Idiots have started to look for me, didn't want to leave the compartment." The slightly younger girl replied, passing another book titled 'Hogwarts, Facts Useless to Most' with a bookmark inside it.
"Why are you giving me this?" She said.
"He's been practicing his lines, but they make no sense if you check the bookmark."
She was correct, because soon a freckled redhead opened the compartment door, looked around, caught a glimpse of Iris, who was shifting through the pages of her book, and took a slight look at her forehead, he turned around for a moment, 'sneakily' pulled out a photograph of a younger Iris and shrugged to himself dumbly before turning around.
"Can I have a seat? Everywhere else is full." The boy said simply.
Daisy took that moment to flip to the bookmarked page.
'The Hogwarts Express Is a rather magical piece of work, with the ability to create extra space if even a single carriage runs out of space.'
Daisy looked back at the boy, who seemed to accept silence as a yes, and just shook her head.
"I'm sorry to say this, but I think you might need to leave, my friend up there... is quite creepy. From what I heard she belongs in Slytherin!" Daisy said, trying to think up an excuse.
The boy looked the girl who seemed to pay no attention to him. And gave her a look of disgust, leaving the compartment quickly.
As soon as the door closed, Iris gave a thumbs up, making her cousin beam with happiness.
At that moment Daisy let out the Fox she had named Winter out of its carrier, which it clambered out from and decided to take a spot atop its bonded's lap. The post-enchanted bat, which Iris had jokingly named Pete once which stuck, decided to stay in her shaded cage.
The trip was mostly silent from then on, with Iris passing down random sweets to her cousin every once and a while. It was almost at the end of the trip when Iris passed down another book, with a freshly marked page.
"Why do you keep passing me books..."
At that moment a girl, with long, bushy brown hair, and a shy looking boy opened the door.
"Excuse me, but Neville here has lost a toad, have you seen it?" The girl asked, her voice carrying a strong edge of bossiness to it.
Daisy, who caught onto the reason for the other book, flipped to the bookmarked page and took note of a charm written down in it.
"Have you tried asking an older student to try and find it for you? I'm sure there is a spell that could do it." Daisy said to the two of them, making the boy named Neville blush slightly.
"I should have thought of that. Thanks for the help Hermione." Neville squeaked before walking away quickly in attempts to find an older student that could help him.
Hermione seemed slightly sad that she was signed off the quest so quickly, turned back to the compartment she just asked questions to.
"May I sit with you?" She asked in a slightly meek tone.
Daisy nodded, and Hermione quickly placed herself on the seat opposite the girl, still unknowing about the other girl resting where the trunks would go.
"So why were you sitting in the compartment by yourself?" Hermione asked, trying to strike a conversation.
Daisy giggled at the question, which made Hermione turn her head in confusion, the reply she got was a finger pointing above her, which she followed to see a pair of silver tinted Emerald eyes staring at her over a pair of glasses.
"Hey." The girl above her said, before she went back to her own business.
"That is my cousin, Iris. My name is Daisy." The other girl giggled at the creeped out look Hermione was giving her cousin.
*Elsewhere, same day, but I don't know timezone S*** so...*
Ranma and his Father were in China, on their way to a training ground Genma was going to use when Ranma was older, but a large problem was coming his way, and only his.
That problem was his wife, Nodoka.
*Flashback, a week ago, somewhere in Japan.*
The two males were looking for a place to stay, the young one doing most of the work, as his Father had wasted the funds they had 'borrowed' on more alcohol, and creating an overflowing tab which added onto their already drowning debt.
As the two kept on walking, a voice made Genma sober up.
"GENMA! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH." The voice called from behind them, Ranma turned to see a person he had only seen when sifting through his Father's pack.
His Mother.
What he didn't expect was what the woman, who looked rather un-menacing in the photos, to be holding a Katana in one hand, and a silenced handgun in the other, which was pointed directly at Genma.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW TROUBLING IT IS, ENTIRE GROUPS OF ANGRY MOBS COMING OVER TO MY HOME, LOOKING FOR MONEY, LOOKING FOR MY SON, LOOKING FOR YOU! YOU MADE ME GO BACK TO MY OLD WORK! AND NOW I FINALLY FOUND YOU." She called out, coming closer every second.
"Now just hold on a minute dear, it was all for the art, to make our child a man amongst men!" Genma tried to Console to his wife, getting a dark chuckle in reply.
Nodoka seemed to change from the casual walk to a burst of speed, the barrel of her pistol meeting the frozen Genma's head.
"You mean like what you wrote in that contract? Little hand prints from my child on it? Oh, I retrieved some information of those people that came looking from you dear, my son was said to be quite a few things, 'dumb', 'a thief just like his father'. Even If I had made that contract myself, a thief and idiot is not what I want a 'Manly'," Nodoka's voice turned sweet at the end "son to be like, so what I am going to do, is fulfil your part of the contract, on my own modified terms, then take my son and try to redeem anything that you left that could be found as not idiotic."
Genma, quickly putting a stopper on the fear that was keeping him still, swiftly knocked his shocked son out and held the boy to his back, running away as quickly as he could.
"GENMA! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN END YOUR PATHETIC LIFE AND SPEND TIME WITH MY CHILD." Nodoka called, running after them.
*Flashback End*
When Ranma came to, they were already in China. It was also the day he learned of his Mother's history.
She was a retired Hitwoman, who mostly did jobs from the Mafia when they needed something done in Japan.
The young martial artist sighed as they made their way to the training ground, his twitchy Father not telling him anything about it.
What he didn't know, was that there was one person watching them. Waiting for the right time to strike, it was reading the leaked energy that the two Martial artists were leaking, but it was doing it slightly wrong.
*Training ground, in the eyes of the watcher.*
Said watcher was a spirit, whose body seemed to take the shape of a red haired girl. She wore a Cliché witch's hat, extremely large in size and had a robe draped on her body, which seemed to fade slightly at the leg area. Another accessory was a bamboo staff.
"Y-you feel s-so bad. L-like my old m-master." The spirit said to the larger man, who made no reaction to her voice.
Nothing could, she was only a spirit.
"Y-you deserve what I g-give you, I can feel your g-greed. I w-will do what I did to my m-master." She said aloud again, watching as the man and his son jumped atop the poles that were placed in the springs, they looked similar to the girl's staff.
An unseen light glowed from the pools, as the curses within them resonated with the spirit, ready to spread into the man if he fell in.
He did so, and out came a Panda from the spring he fell into after he was kicked in by his son. The Panda-cursed male growled in his new form, charging in animalistic rage at his son.
The boy jumped out the way, his small form going through the air expertly, but the landing was not as expert.
He landed on an unstable piece of land, which caved in at his feet, he hit his head on the floor as he feel into the pool, unconsciousness taking him from the wound.
"N-no!" The spirit called, gliding into the spring too.
Her spring.
Her staff thrummed with a healing aura, in attempt to heal the injury and wake up the boy before he drowned.
Something he was wearing resonated with it though, his necklace. She felt a field of strange energy lash out at her magic, dragging it into itself; it felt a similar element to the power it held, water. So it did its job. It tried to take it.
"W-what!" The aqua spirit cried out, feeling her essence getting dragged into the boy's necklace, and his being.
The slither of god-like power was too much for the spirit, and she faded, her being getting taken into the gem-like ice, along with the essence of many others.
*Within Ranma's being.*
The Spirit found herself landing in a familiar place, her spring. She looked around and saw a girl, looking like a mix between her and the boy, she looked peaceful within the spring, but the spirit suddenly sprang into action as the girl awoke, and started flailing within the water.
The Drowned One swam through the water effortlessly, bringing her arms to the flailing girl and found herself getting smacked away. Her shock was short lasting as her corporealness was taken into consideration, causing her to pick up the struggling girl and pull her out of the spring, when they reached the surface the girl threw out a large gasp of air.
As they reached land and the girl regained her breath, the spirit looked around. Around her were the springs, exactly the same place as they were in the real world, she even felt the curses still inside them!
"I-I'm a girl?" She heard from the one she pulled from the water.
'O-of course, this is that boy's mind; she was in the spring too, because she is the boy!' The spirit thought.
"W-what h-happened to me?" The changed boy asked, looking at her hands and how extra dainty they were.
"N-now is not the time, you must wake up!" The ghostly being said.
"W-why?" The new girl chattered, channelling the tones the being had just used.
"D-don't you remember what happened to bring you here?" she replied.
The freshly cursed child's eyes grew wide with shock as realization struck her.
'I-I'm drowning! I-I need to wake up!' She thought wildly, suddenly feeling a force on her chest, leaving her unable to breath as her real body's problem caught up to her mind.
*Outside*
The Panda that was Genma Saotome watched in fear as his son didn't come out the water. The Guide to the cursed grounds finally caught sight of him a while later, as he got into detail of what the springs do.
His thoughts were cut off by an almost silent clinking sound as a dart went into his animal thigh, the heavy drugs knocking him out in an instant. Another dart hit the guide, as he fell to the ground too.
"Finally caught you, you oaf." Nodoka laughed as she placed the tranquilizer rifle on her back, making her way to her newly cursed husband.
"Now, to save my son." She said, jumping into the spring, uncaring about the effects.
She had done what her husband hadn't and looked into it more; she knew which spring her son fell into and knew it wouldn't have effects on her.
Moments later, she came out of the spring holding the form of her old son, and new daughter, which seemed to already have a growing bust even at a young age.
'Just like me,' Nodoka thought in a loving way, 'you are most definitely my child.'
Nodoka looked back at the spring for a moment and saw two objects floating in the water.
A large brimmed hat and a bamboo staff.
Even later that day, Nodoka was in a pick-up truck she hired in order to get her husband, who was tossed unceremoniously in the back, covered in a blanket to hide his form and her awake daughter/son sitting in the other seat, wearing the large brimmed hat and cradling the staff tightly.
"M-Ma?" The cursed girl chattered.
"Yes dear?" Nodoka replied.
"A-are you r-really going to kill P-pops?" She asked
"Well... not now. If he decides to run away with you again, I'll probably just send the mob looking for money after him." She answered
Under the large hat, Ranma smiled.
'I-I think life will be much better now.'
'B-BUT I REALLY NEED TO S-STOP HAVING A SHAKY V-VOICE, W-WHAT IS UP WITH T-THAT.'
*Here we are... back at Hogwarts*
Iris, in a set of Hogwarts robes(but actually just her coat magically transformed, so the infinite sleeves were still there.), was waiting in the entrance of Hogwarts next to her sister figure Daisy and Hermione, who stayed on the other side of Daisy, still slightly weirded out out by her resting in the trunk space.
'I don't see what the problem was.' Iris thought to herself.
Soon enough it was time for sorting.
Daisy made it into Hufflepuff, Hermione made it into Gryffindor and soon enough it was time for Iris to be sorted.
"Did she just say Iris Potter?" A boy in Slytherin asked aloud.
"The Girl-Who-Lived?" A Ravenclaw said under his breath.
"She looks really weird, did you see her eyes?" A Gryffindor said to his friends.
"Her hair is really pretty." A Hufflepuff first year said quietly to herself.
Iris made her way to the hat and stool, letting the Professor place the hat on her head.
'Quite the place you got here.' A voice said from inside her head, this being the sorting hat.
'Not going to find much in there that is mine, I'm afraid, things get swapped out pretty quickly.' Iris thought.
'I noticed, I'm just going to be a little blunt and say-"GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheers erupted from her new House's table, the chant of "We got Potter!" Coming from two older Gingers, who looked like twins.
Iris took a seat and looked towards the Hufflepuff table, giving a thumbs up to her cousin, who replied with one too.
It the start of Iris' Journey.
Going to a school she had no use for, because she literally has the knowledge of most of the past in her head.
At least it would be fun.
Okay guys, this took way too long to get out
*puts hands to cheeks and squishes them*
SO SORRY
Look on the bright side; this super long wait... got you a medium/long length chapter.
Anyways, Premature Cursing of Ranma... that has happened before, kind of a cliché.
BUT I HAVE NOT HEARD OF "HITWOMAN NODOKA"
TELL ME WHAT YOU COOL DUDES THINK.
NO SERIOUSLY, I WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU GUYS REVIEWED.
PLEASE... I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS, LIKE... BLOOD RELATED THINGS
Anyway, going to orbit.
Cya.