Outtakes
These are two deleted scenes from previous chapters. They are not edited and HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY AS IT IS NOW! Please do not use these scenes as anything but some fun 'cause the next chapter is not ready yet.
The beginning of Chapter One
'Well now,' Harry thought to himself. 'This is rather cliché, isn't it?'
As soon as the medallion activated, Harry found himself flying through a tunnel of spiraling lights, not unlike how science fictions movies in the muggle world depicted wormholes.
'Then again,' Harry admitted to himself, 'this whole going to another world for a second chance is a pretty cliché event; it's only right that the trip there match appropriately.'
Magic drained steadily through the dimension traveler's necklace as he enjoyed the surreal view, the minutes ticking by, when suddenly, just before reaching the literal light at the end of the tunnel, a man dressed in the loose and simple clothing of a sailor walked towards him, blocking his path.
"Hmm," the man hummed, twirling a dagger between his fingers as he leaned casually on a sword, its tip digging into an invisible floor beneath his feet. "This is the first time I greeted a new life coming in through here. I must say, it's a welcome change to all the squalling infants I deal with normally. Most of them have such very boring lives I wonder why I bother gifting them at all. Such a waste."
Harry eyed the man carefully. Despite the bold colored clothing and solid weapons, the being was a manifestation of a Power, nothing real in the sense of someone Harry could fight. Not that there would be any need to attack. Powers, having only muted human emotions and a jaded view of life after existing for the entirety of their world's mortals, usually had no interest in harming humans. Thus, Harry wasn't too worried about his helpless state of being, though it certainly put him on edge.
"Well?" the Power demanded. "Are you going to explain yourself?"
A tinkling laughter showered the two, sparkles appearing as if the musical notes themselves were solidifying before they coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman with flowing blond hair and glinting blue eyes.
"There's no need to be rude," she said. "Though," she continued, turning towards Harry this time, "you certainly are no great example of etiquette; leaving without even having the decency to say good-bye."
Harry had the good sense to look chagrined. "To be fair," he explained, "I didn't know until rather recently that I wouldn't be able to find you again after the trip was already made."
"Poo," the woman huffed. She returned her attention to the man who was looking on with amusement, twirling dagger forgotten in the presence of the strange relationship between the mortal and a Power. "Hello again, Haki."
"Magic," the man acknowledged. "Are you not still ignoring me?"
"Well I couldn't very well leave my precious child in your hands without a word," she replied, glaring back at the grinning face. "He deserves the best. I won't have you shuffling him on his way with your usual cheap double deal."
The man snorted. "My cheap double deal? And who exactly is it that picks and chooses the people to give a gift to at all? Seeing as he's a foreigner, I'm not sure I want to give him anything, let alone the Color of a Conquering King."
"This boy is the epitome of a conquering king! I'll bet he kicks every one of your pet projects' arses!"
Harry laughed. "Magic, I think you're spending too much time in Hogwarts if your language has started to include British school-children insults."
The female Power sulked. "I wouldn't have needed to argue at all with the Kudan."
"The Kudan are a collective Power with only their one world to watch over. They can afford to gift whimsical travelers that come and go."
"For what it's worth," Harry spoke up, "I don't plan on doing any going."
"Of course not," Magic scowled, "you're probably looking at Haki now and drooling in your mind, wondering if any of the inhabitants of the world can offer the same. I know your type Harry; scruffy dress, lanky but muscular body, cheeky grin and a fiery temperament." She blinked rapidly, sniffling a few times before exploding into wails. "Why?" she cried, "First you leave me and now I'll never have cute little Harry's and Harriet's to look forward to doting on! Stupid Harry! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
"There, there," Harry murmured, hugging the sobbing form close. "For what it's worth, I think you're far more attractive than Haki."
She hiccoughed. "That just makes it worse, knowing you're still attracted to women. What with this world being full of marines and rebel pirates, I have no doubt you'll end up choosing a man regardless." She wiped her eyes that gleamed with new rage. "I'm going to give Death a piece of my mind! How dare he choose this world for you! If he had just picked a nice dimension of vivacious young women there'd be no problem!" She whirled around and pointed a finger at Haki. "You, I'm still mad at you, but you'd better take care of my Harry!"
Finally, with a whirl of her dress, Magic exploded into a cloud of sparkling dust and dissipated.
"I wonder," Harry pondered aloud, "as Master of Death, should I have stopped her?"
Haki released a bark of laughter. "I'd rather you didn't. As pathetic as it sounds, this was the best time I've had since the days of Gol D. Roger."
"Oh? Does this mean you'll do as she said and grant me all three powers?" Harry asked. "Because to be honest, I think I'll be fine even without. Magic often forgets her own past generosity to me."
"Don't be ridiculous. It would be terribly rude to refuse a good gift to the master of a fellow Power. You'll get your three colors."
"Well, then, thank you, I suppose."
"You suppose," he repeated, then pulled the sword from the ground and walked off. "Welcome to my world, Harry Potter, and may you grant me many days of entertainment in the coming years."
The beginning of Chapter Five
"Oi! Men, listen up!"
The pirates paused what they were doing to look at their captain who was grinning widely from beneath his straw hat.
"Once the ship is back in shape, we'll be heading back to the Grand Line. Say goodbye to South Blue, boys. Who's up for a race with our newest marine friends?"
The pirates roared in approval, pumping fists and waving swords before redoubling their efforts in putting the ship back together.
"Navigator Addams," Beckman called out when the cheering died down enough for his voice to be heard, "please come to the navigation room to set our course to Yadda Island."
Slowly and creakily, the hatch to the ship's hold rose, hovering slightly at a right angle before falling open with a hollow thud. The pirates paused to watch intensely as silence hung in the air for a second, then two, then three, then in a flash, a hand shot upwards from the black hole, its fingers posed in a clawing position commonly shown in bad zombie movies.
The hand slammed flat upon the deck and a body pushed itself upwards. It was a man, skeleton-thin, with dusty brown hair and sunken black eyes. Raising his head, the man peered around him, expressionless, before an eerie grin grew across his face revealing sharpened canines and blood-red gums. The other hand rose from his side, holding a small dagger. The man began to casually toss and catch the blade, eyes still held upwards towards the pale-faced pirates.
"Is anyone kind enough to donate some blood? One drained body should suffice for my next map, I believe."
A shriek rose into the air, soon eclipsed by another's horrified cry that finally identified the monster.
"Run for your lives! The Addagator has risen!"
Pirates scattered in all directions, including upwards along the netting, seemingly too frightened to realize they were essentially cornering themselves into the isolated masts. Then again, perhaps it was the smartest choice as "the Addagator" was showing little interest in climbing anything, choosing instead to pursue the grounded men with loping strides, hair sticking up in a crazed fashion.
In mere minutes an unfortunate soul was captured and brought to the floor with a heavy pounce, his cry of surprised muffled by the thudding of the two's bodies.
His prey caught helpless between his legs, the Addagator brought his dagger up high before slamming it down into the bared throat.
Quiet.
After the blade was shifted slightly, blood began to leak steadily onto the wooden planks, but instead of pooling around the area, it spread outwards in a collection of threading rivulets.
"Our current location," the Addagator spoke in a mystic voice, and the blood smoothly formed the image of a ship. "To Yadda Island." The blood obeyed and drew a series of islands and other geographical landmarks before the bloody ship sailed its way through them, stopping or speeding forward occasionally to avoid the occasionally "storm" and leaving behind a smeared trail of blood to mark its path.
Finally, the ship arrived at its destination. After half a minute, the blood began to fade away. The Addagator removed the dagger from his victim's throat with a grunt, revealing an injury-free neck and an alive, albeit coughing harshly, pirate.
Doctor Freddy was already ready for him with an IV drip and a gurney.
"Well done, Navigator Addams," Beckman praised as the pirate was wheeled away.
"Not a problem, Beckman! 'Tis my job, after all," came the cheery reply. The Addagator descended back through the hatch, and the door slammed shut behind him.
"What a quaint little ritual," Harry commented.
"Very useful," agreed Beckman.
A/N: Well, that was fun :) Hopefully, next week I can post Chapter 6, but I hope you enjoyed this.
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