The Bloody Ashikabi

by Arawn D. Draven

When the Dursleys go to Japan, Dudley accidentally activates a security in MBI's locals that kill them. Now, what will MBI and Karasuba do with the child they found when they checked the Dursleys' car? Rated M for mention of torture and child abuse, and future language and gore. There will be some Dumbledore, Potters, and some Weasley Alive!Potters [DISCONTINUED]

21. Chapter 21-World Cup

Helllooooo, I am baaaacckkk!

Seriously, though, sorry for the delay, lots of things happened so I couldn't get anything written for a while, so it took me longer than expected to finish this chapter. With this, we step into the second Arc of the story, which should be more interesting than the first, and more focused on the Magical World than before, I hope you'll like this change.

Now, onto the chapter!

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I don't own Harry Potter or Sekirei.

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20

World Cup

Amelia Bones eyed the group in front of her warily. While she would like nothing more than to say that she didn't need them, the sad fact was that she did need them. With Fudge and his budget cuts to the DMLE, she scarcely had enough Aurors to do everyday jobs, let alone offer the security needed for the Quidditch World Cup. And considering that a good half of the Auror force was made of people either fresh out of the Auror program, and having no experience in real combat situations, or completely inept, she desperately needed help to oversee the security for the finale. As such, and much to her consternation, she had had to use her own funds to hire qualified Hitwizards to make up for what she needed.

Which was the very reason of the presence of the other four people in her office. She had no idea of who they were, however, more than a few of the newly hired Hitwizards had openly told her that if she wanted to hire someone competent, then these people should be at the top of her list. Of course, considering the wide variety of people working as Hitwizards, she had done a thorough searching of their background, after all while she did hire wands-for-sale, she wanted to at least be able to count on those she hired. Seeing as quite a few of them were people who would happily be bribed if the offer was enough gold, she wanted to at least make sure she hired somewhat honorable people. As it turned out, this group, while quite new in the little world of Hitwizards, had already a very fearsome reputation and many successful missions to their name, as well as very good recommendations from their clients. They weren't cheap, but after seeing a few files on the missions they had succeeded in, she had decided that she needed them.

This particular group had appeared out of nowhere a little more than two years ago, and had begun taking off very dangerous missions. Of course, most of the veterans had thought that it was merely arrogance, considering that they were taking missions that usually required more than just four people, and that they would die quickly or fail miserably, however after completing each and every one of them without trouble, they had started to gain quite the reputation. The true turning point of their career had been when they had been hired to help eliminate a group of dragons that had fled from a reserve. Usually, capture would have been preferable to elimination, however in this case the dragons had been free for too long and would have fled immediately after being brought back if they had been captured. Now, eliminating a dragon, while slightly easier than merely detaining it, was by no means easy, especially considering than two of the four escapees had been Hungarian Horntails, a highly aggressive and dangerous breed.

The reason that mission had had such a high impact on the reputation of this group was because they had eliminated all four dragons in less than three hours, with only four people! Even with highly trained wizards, it usually took a good five hours to kill a single dragon by sending highly overpowered curses, and that was with at least twenty wizards and witches working together! And the idea of even attempting to kill a dragon when it was in a group was not a good idea. It was even a very, very bad idea, as the others would feel threatened and attack, resulting in people facing several angry dragons, something that amounted to a nightmare.

Anyway, this kind of resume made it clear that whoever these people were, they were skilled, and so far their clients had all been very satisfied with their work. That and their price was affordable, as such Amelia decided that she might as well hire them.

"Very well. I have heard many things about your group, and what I heard was only good, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm hiring you."

"Thank you for the business." came the muffled and distorted voice of the group's spokesperson as he gave a single acknowledging nod.

Amelia sighed. She had to admit that their skills certainly seemed top notch, however having them walk around as they were might not be such a good idea. First of all, they were all wearing white masks, each with their own peculiarities. Their spokesperson's was simply blank and smooth, with two holes for the eyes, while the woman with long grey hair was similar, only with a grinning mouth painted in what seemed to be blood (she didn't want to check). Out of the two others, one was wearing a mask that seemed to depict a fox, though she wasn't exactly sure about it, and the last one had an intricate snowflake carved on the forehead. Unfortunately, people wearing masks would remind the people of Death Eaters, making it highly likely that accidents would happen if they worked in broad daylight.

Masks aside, their very clothes made them hard to ignore. In a world where everyone wore robes, they stood out due to the fact that not a single one of them wore the habitual wizardry garment. The spokesperson of the group, a man simply referred to as "Ash", was clothed entirely in black, wearing black pants, black combat boots that had clearly seen a lot of use, a black shirt and a black overcoat with silvery-grey linings. Next to him, the person wearing the mask with a bloody grin, nicknamed "Crow", wore a short, black skirt that showed off her long legs, something Amelia was almost certain had shocked several Ministry workers to the core, since women rarely showed their skin in the wizardry world, aside from during balls. As a top, she wore a black turtleneck shirt that hugged her curves, once again something the Head of the DMLE noted with a frown, as she strongly felt that women showing off their body, even when they were covered, were dangerously close to whores. On Ash's other side, the woman with a vulpine mask wore black pants, a black coat, covering a white button-up shirt that clearly showed that "Kagari" was a woman. Finally, the last one wore what resembled a white Asian dress, Amelia didn't remember the name, that showed an outrageous amount of cleavage, with large breasts that seemed ready to pop out of the clothes restraining them. Yet despite her rather skimpy outfit, "Yuki" was almost mute, not having uttered a single word since the group had entered her office.

Sighing and rubbing her forehead, Amelia decided that these four, even if they were hired to ensure the security of the people coming to watch the Quidditch World Cup finale, would need to be permanently out of sight lest she wish to create incidents. She was not stupid enough to believe that there wouldn't be a wizard or twenty drunk enough to hit on the women in the group, and she quite frankly didn't want to find her cells packed with nothing but drunk idiots unable to remember what they were doing when they were arrested.

"...Very well, now that you're hired, about what you are to do..."

-Break-

Harry gave a happy sigh as he relaxed in the bath, letting the warm water sooth his muscles. He had spent the hours following their return to Japan sparring non-stop with Karasuba, and even she had found him abnormally violent during their training, something that he could lay to the feet on the British Wizards' stupidity. They had all known that he was seen as a celebrity and a Savior for the magical population of Britain, but to hear that there had been discussions to create a Harry Potter day? And that coming from people who carried a lethal weapon on their person at all times, and yet hadn't lifted a finger to fight Voldemort the first time around. His memories were clear on that, as soon as Death Eaters appeared, everybody fled, Hell, there had been times people had abandoned their own family or friends to save their own lives instead of staying and trying to buy some time for them to flee!

Closing his eyes, he let the warmth sooth him, as he focused his hearing on the sound of a heartbeat, one he had learnt to recognize anywhere in the last months. Inhaling slowly, he basked in the scent of fresh snow associated with his most devoted Sekirei, who was currently holding him close, while his head rested on her bosom. Had he opened his eyes, he knew he would have seen the contented face of Akitsu, something he was the only one allowed to see, since she never, ever showed that face to anyone but him, even Homura or Karasuba not being allowed to witness her as she was currently. The brunette was still as silent and devoted as ever, and, considering his fourteenth birthday was approaching fast, perhaps even more so than usual.

It had taken him all of two years to find a way to wing Akitsu without resorting to Dark Magic, since the many rituals the Veelas had documented that had been used to bind them to wizards were mostly Dark rituals, involving sacrifices, blood, and other rather unpleasant things to forcefully bind two souls together. In the end, the closest thing he had found to what he wanted had been a very old, forgotten ritual that no longer was practiced, and which use had stopped somewhere around the first century A.C. It was a tantric ritual, one that had been used to create a link between two people, by "poking a hole" as it was, in the barriers surrounding the minds and souls of the people involved in the ritual. It was almost laughingly simple in its' preparation, however what had caused it to fall into disuse was the fact that the people involved had to be able to completely trust each other.

Basically, the theory Harry had come up with was quite simple: if this ritual could create a link between two magic users, it should allow him to bypass whatever it was that prevented Akitsu from being winged. The implications had caused the Ice Sekirei to blush beet red when he had explained what they would have to do, though she had been a bit disappointed that he wanted to wait for a bit before actually doing the deed. In the end, they had agreed that as soon as Harry was fourteen, they would use the ritual, hopefully winging her. Not one to leave out details, he had checked, re-checked, and third-checked everything about his theory, even discussing several things with the Veela Matriarch to see if he wasn't assuming wrong. So far, everything pointed towards the fact that if they performed the ritual, Akitsu would be winged to Harry. Homura hadn't been very happy to learn that her Ashikabi would lose his virginity when he was barely fourteen, but considering that he was more mature than some adults, and that his peculiar physiology made it so that at fourteen he would look sixteen or eighteen, there wasn't any good reason to prevent them from doing so.

Ever since Akitsu had learnt that he had (supposedly) found a way to wing her, she had been even more devoted to him, if possible, following him everywhere he went, and being extremely protective of him, to the point she retaliated to anything she considered an attack to him or his image with physical violence. At least she had toned it done when he had reminded her that he could protect himself, but he had no doubt that anyone that she felt threatened him in any way was in for a very unpleasant experience.

Feeling soft fingers trailing through his hair, he smiled. It was new to him, to experience happiness, to feel at peace. Nothing in his life as Harry Potter or in the memories of Tom Riddle had prepared him to feel as he felt now, happy and at peace. Even earlier during his life, he had never been truly happy, he had been plenty content with his life, sure, but he had never experienced happiness for himself, believing it was something he didn't deserve, a bitter remnant of the damage the Dursleys had left on his psyche. Yet in the years he had known his Sekirei, they had progressively broken him out of the shell he had hidden in, helped by Rin, who seemed oddly determined to have him happy. Of course, he hadn't really changed per se, it was simply that he felt more relaxed, more fulfilled than before. He knew himself that he was still very mentally unstable by normal standards, since he enjoyed physical violence and death far too much for it to be deemed acceptable by the norms of society, but he frankly didn't care. All that mattered to him now was to continue living his life as he had in the last three years, and to eventually see his projects bear fruit, something he knew would take a few more years, perhaps a decade longer if he was prudent.

"Harry-sama?" whispered Akitsu.

It was a testament to how comfortable she had grown around him that she was now able to ask him about things that bothered her, when before she would have kept everything to herself, believing it to be something he needn't bother with.

"Yes, Akitsu?"

"Why?" was her only question, but he understood her well enough. Why had he accepted a job in England, when there was no need? Why had he done so, when they both knew he hated the British magic users with a passion? Why would he have done that, considering that odds were good that at some point during their mission, they would meet some of the people Harry had sworn revenge against?

Truth to be told, he wasn't sure himself. He had had no intention of revealing himself any time soon, as he had wanted to be at least eighteen and have prepared longer to foil whatever the British wizards had in store for him, so why had he accepted Amelia Bones' offer? It could be because he was tired of hiding, because he wanted to see for himself the European magic world. It could be because he had a feeling that Voldemort, or his Death Eaters, would use the World Cup as a way to remind them that they still existed, and that he wanted to show them that unlike the sheep they had had to deal with during the war, there was someone ready to slaughter them like the animals they were?

"I don't know." he answered, not bothering to open his eyes. He had long since decided to be honest with Akitsu, as he knew that she would never contest his decisions and would strive to uphold them to the best of her ability. "I just have this feeling that things are going to be interesting soon, and that I'd be missing something if I wasn't there."

He could feel his Sekirei nodding over him, accepting his explanation, knowing how badly he took it to miss bloodshed. He was eerily similar to Karasuba in that aspect, but it was quite understandable considering that she had all but raised him after the Dursleys died. As an abused child, he had looked up to her, and had wanted to be exactly like her, strong, powerful and confident. It was not a surprise that she had encouraged him to do so, pushing him to become a bloodthirsty killer like her, someone whom she could relate to, and respect. He knew that the only reasons she even listened to him were because he was her Ashikabi, and because she recognized him as someone who could offer her an interesting challenge in a fight. Had he been weak, she would likely have paid little mind to what he said, no matter what it was.

Finally, he sighed, standing up and hearing Akitsu do the same as he walked out of the bathroom, the Ice Sekirei following him. He had to admit that puberty had done its' job, as he avoided looking at Akitsu's body for fear of fainting from blood loss, but he was still more at ease with nude women than any male his age had any right to be. Of course, the fact that his entire body seemed to want him to jump his Sekirei made it hard to share moments like the one they had just had, but considering that they would be having sex with each other soon, the awkwardness would probably fade in the next months.

As he put on his clothes, he caught his reflection on the man-sized mirrors on the wall next to the bathroom, absently noting the changes to his body over the last few years. He had grown taller, for one, now standing at a respectable five feet six, even if he knew he would still grow a bit more in the upcoming years, and his body had filled out, his muscles finally growing to what he expected them to be. He was by no means broad shouldered, his entire build being more centered around agility and speed than strength, but that didn't mean that he was physically weak, far from it. Thanks to his part-Sekirei DNA, his muscles were far more compact and efficient than human ones, and he could easily bend metal bars barehanded, like all his Sekirei. His skin was also covered in scars, most of them remnants from his time with the Dursleys, faded and barely visible, however he had a few new ones, though only two stood out. The first was a line circling his right arm, where he had almost lost said arm as it had been cut off by a dark curse meant to bisect him, sent by a Dark Wizard he had been hired to kill, and that he had only avoided thanks to his quick reflexes. He had had to ask Akemi to recreate it, as the curse had caused it to start undergo necrosis right away. The other one, he traced with his fingers, over his left eye. This one was the one which had cost him his left eye when he had gotten too confident and had been hit by an unknown spell, causing his eye to explode in its' orbit. It was Akitsu who had dealt with the responsible, skewering the man with ice blades until the corpse was unrecognizable. He had been fortunate to be on good terms with Akemi, the AI being able to create him a replacement, though he had specifically asked that the color of the iris was to be different from his other eye, to remind him of his mistake. In the end, Harry's right eye was still its' emerald green, however his left eye was a deep purple. This, coupled with his androgynous looks, often caused him a lot of attention, especially the female kind, and even of a few males that either thought he was a woman, or who were gay.

The changes didn't stop to his eyes, however, as his hair had changed as well. It was now uniform, the streaks of lavender in it having vanished, while the ashen color had darkened slightly, making his hair an uniform dark grey. His new looks made him a very remarkable person, and coupled with the fact that he was almost always accompanied by one of his Sekirei, it had become something of a routine to him to ignore the looks and whispers.

Finishing his inspection, he then turned to look at the now clothed Akitsu. His Sekirei too had changed over the last three years, aside from her slightly more open attitude. Her hair had grown, though she kept it just long enough to reach past her shoulders, while she wore it in a way that hid the right side of her face. She still kept to her old style of clothing, her white kimonos always showing a great deal of her cleavage, while the chains that held her clothes together still earned them strange looks whenever they were in public, not that either of them particularly cared. As for what she wore under her clothes, well...Harry had gotten somewhat used to be the center of attention whenever she chose her underwear and modeled in front of him. At least she didn't wear everything in the shop, because he knew from personal experience that her tastes were quite...kinky, as it was, and he did not want to be charged with public indecency.

Thinking about how Akitsu had changed made his thoughts drift towards his other Sekirei. Karasuba hadn't changed that much, though Harry was happy to say that she now had much better control over her temper, which meant that she didn't kill someone who insulted her. She merely left them maimed and scarred for life, which was already a definite improvement compared to what she would have done a few years prior. Her attire hadn't changed much, though now she no longer wore the uniform of the Disciplinary Squad, instead her clothes were almost identical, yet did not bear the Sekirei crest. Her hair was still in its' usual ponytail, as Karasuba didn't care much for esthetics, more for practicality, and so long that her hair didn't hinder her during her fights, she was happy, as such she had seen little reason to change her hairstyle.

Finally, Homura hadn't changed much either, as she still favored "manly" clothes, with a clear preference towards dark pants, white shirts, and black coats, as well as facemasks to hide the lower part of her face. Her hair had grown, though like Akitsu, she preferred to keep it mid-long. Unlike her fellow Sekirei though, her hair seemed to always be spiky and rebellious, and it was the reason why the young woman had renounced the idea of actually tie it, instead opting to let it free but to comb it until it was somewhat presentable, even if using magic would have made the task easier. The main change though, was not so much in her appearance, but in their relationship.

When the Fire Sekirei had come to live with Harry, neither had really known the other, as the somewhat limited visits he had made to Izumo Inn had been severely scrutinized by Miya, making it rather hard for either to open up to each other. Now though, after spending three years living together, they were a lot closer than they had been, and had grown to appreciate each other. He truly appreciated her presence, actually, as he was able to hold intelligent conversations with her, conversations that did not revolve around killing, but rather around magic, the nature of the Sekirei's power, their culture, etc...Those were things that he couldn't talk of with either Karasuba or Akitsu, as the first would find it boring, and the other wouldn't say a word unless he asked her to, which quite prevented them from having a productive discussion.

Shaking his head, he left the changing room, intent of learning a few of the spells he had set aside for the day earlier, while Akitsu dutifully followed him. They had a good month and a half to prepare for their next job, and they had every intention to be prepared for whatever may come to pass.

-Break-

The first of August, two thousand and four saw a groggy Harry stumble in the living room of the mansion, with a very satisfied grin on his face. He may be sore, he may be tired, but damn it had been worth it! He had finally winged Akitsu, and both the Ice Sekirei and himself had been ecstatic to see (or feel, in Akitsu's case) the Sekirei crest on her forehead disappear into nothingness as giant ice wings had burst from her back. The appendages had been magnificent, appearing as structures made from ice crystals held together by frost, and large enough that they had scraped the walls of the ritual room.

Of course, considering what had led them to Akitsu's winging, Harry had every reason to be satisfied. Their first sexual experience had been extremely awkward, as having sex in the middle of a ritual circle was probably not the common way of losing one's virginity, and neither of them had the slightest experience when it came to sex. Of course, Akitsu had a throve of knowledge on the theory, considering the number of books she had read about it, but it was one thing reading about the act, it was another performing it. To his surprise, he had lasted longer than what he had expected for his first time, before they both came, his Sekirei holding him tightly against her, her legs locked behind his back as she had given out a mix between a moan, a scream and a guttural cry of pleasure. The next thing either of them had known was the blinding light of the gigantic wings bursting from Akitsu's back, while her Sekirei crest disappeared from her forehead, leaving it smooth and unblemished.

Needless to say, when the no-longer virgin young woman had realized that she had finally been winged, she had dragged him to his bedroom, before she proceeded to show him her appreciation with several more rounds of passionate sex, leaving the both of them panting, covered in sweat, but very, very contented. Hell, Harry had every intention of renewing the experience soon if Akitsu was alright with it. Knowing her, she probably would be.

As he stumbled in the living room, he saw a grinning Karasuba lifting her mug of coffee in a mocking salute, while Homura was blushing a storm and looking everywhere but at him. Ah, shit, he realized, I forgot to put up a silencing ward around the bedroom last night... No wonder his Sekirei were acting odd, Akitsu had been rather vocal during their nighttime activities, so they had probably heard everything they had done. For someone usually so silent and subdued, the brunette was certainly very passionate when it came to showing her affection in the bedroom.

"Hellooo, Harry-chan!" grinned the Black Sekirei, "A bit tired after last night, aren't we?"

Grinning himself, he plopped himself on a seat and leant towards his oldest Sekirei.

"Of course I am, Akitsu was very enthusiastic, she really wore me out."

If anything, Karasuba's grin widened even more, while Homura made a slight, choking sound. He didn't need to wonder why, he knew that the first loved to tease him, and probably intended to bed him as soon as she could now that he no longer was a virgin, while the Fire Sekirei was still very much a prude, and uncomfortable about topics related to sex.

"And where is the lucky girl? Usually you can't go anywhere without her following you."

At that, Harry smirked. Akitsu was still sleeping soundly, and it had been something of a challenge to get out of the bed with her holding him against her bosom so tightly that had he been human, he would have at least gotten some cracked ribs. Then again, seeing that she had just finally been winged, he could understand that she wasn't willing to part with him. She needed proof that what had happened had been real, and not merely a dream that she had made up. Still, he had managed to free himself from her grip, and get out of the bedroom unnoticed.

"She's still sleeping. By the way, Ami!"

At his call, the small Zashiki-Warashi appeared, smiling. In the time they had spent in the mansion, Harry had made sure that they were well, and that they were happy, something that had pleased the small spirits, making them very loyal.

"Yes, Harry-sama?"

"Could you ask the cooks to send Akitsu's breakfast to my room, please? And ask them to make it more consistent than usual?"

The small spirit nodded as she beamed at him.

"Yes, Harry-sama! And make sure to eat lots too, you must be very hungry today!"

Before he could even reply, she had disappeared, leaving him wondering if she had really just teased him. Still, ever the practical person, he had to admit that she was right. He was famished! Who knew that having sex would make him so hungry?

With a last look towards the smirking Karasuba, and the blushing Homura, he turned back and ordered his breakfast. He'd worry about everything else later.

-Break-

While Harry was busy stuffing his face and getting back the energy he had expended in their nightly activities, Akitsu was slowly awakening from the most restful sleep that she had had in her entire life, though she felt as if something was missing.

As she finally opened her eyes, she realized that Harry wasn't there, and she felt a tug at her heart at not seeing her beloved Ashikabi. However, as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her body's soreness, as well as a sticky feeling between her legs made her remember what they had done the day before, and her face lit up with a blush so fierce that she was afraid she might faint from having all her blood rushing to her head.

Yesterday...Harry-sama and I...we...

Just remembering what they had done was enough to cause her to blush so red she was certain she was imitating a tomato. Their first time had been strange to her, as she could see that her Ashikabi wasn't sure about what he should be doing, and while she was perfectly aware of how to have sex thanks to everything she had read, she hadn't wanted to take charge for fear of displeasing her Ashikabi. However in the end they had climaxed, and she had seen naught but white for a moment, while her body had briefly felt as if it weighed nothing. When she had come back to herself, she had been aware of a soft feeling in her back and on her forehead, and once she had realized what it meant, she had slowly, oh so slowly turned her head to see what she had thought she would never be able to see in her life: great wings of ice stretching all the way to the ceiling and walls, softly glowing with an inner fire, bathing the room in a soft blue glow.

She had stared at the wings, her wings, for several moments, before she had grabbed Harry's face and had tried to convey her gratefulness by kissing him silly, while tears of relief and happiness trailed down her cheeks. She barely remembered dragging him to his room, before they had made love again, this time lasting much longer and feeling even better than before. She was vaguely aware that they had to have been making love for almost five hours straight when they finally stopped, their respective climaxes allowing them to drift to sleep with pure bliss as she had held on Harry's body, basking in his warmth and the feeling of his skin against hers.

Carefully standing up, she winced a bit as a jolt of pain shot through her body, originating from her crotch, though she was almost certain it was normal, while she made her way towards the mirror situated on the other side of the room. Staring at her reflection, she felt tears start to fall from her eyes as she witnessed her forehead, without the giant Sekirei crest that had marked her as broken, the final proof she needed to know that she was now Harry's Sekirei.

Forever and ever...My Ashikabi-sama...

Then she heard her stomach roar loudly, reminding her that as pleasant as their lovemaking had been, it had made her very, very hungry, as she turned to see a large plate held up by Ami, who was beaming at her, covered in enough food to satiate a small army.

"Akitsu-sama, your breakfast!" said the small spirit, as she put the plate on the bed, smiling at her. "And congratulations, Akitsu-sama!"

She felt her cheeks redden a bit in embarrassment, but frankly, she was simply too happy to care that their activities had been heard by everyone in the house. Besides, it made her a bit hot to know that the others knew what she had done...

-Break-

-August 22, 2004-

Harry stared at the field of tents, disbelief clear in his gaze, and in the gazes of two of the three Sekirei with him, all of them hidden from view thanks to one of the teenage wizard's inventions. The principle of the thing was hardly complicated, he had merely created bracelets that could create a layer of spells over the person who wore them. It basically had several layers, the first a disullisionnement aspect, to hide them from view, then a powerful notice-me-not to ensure that nobody paid attention to the shimmer in the air, and finally, a silencing part that prevented any sound from being made whenever they moved. It wasn't perfect, since werewolves could probably catch their scents, however that could easily be rectified if the need ever called for it. As it was, it was better than Invisibility cloaks, as they didn't need to stay under a layer of textile that could shift and allow people to catch glances of who was hiding underneath, they could move freely, simply people never knew they were there unless they directly bumped into them. He had also added a feature that allowed anyone wearing one of them to see through it, as it would be rather hard to patrol if he couldn't even see his Sekirei, and them each other.

'I'll say it again, this shit is pure genius, Harry-chan.'

'Why thank you, Karasuba.'

The only downside these bracelets had-the fact it made it impossible to communicate since the silencing aspect prevented any sound from escaping- had been bypassed by the fact that now that Harry was more comfortable with his Sekirei, he had reopened the link the bond between them created. At first the link had only been Harry and his Sekirei, meaning that Karasuba could have been on a murderous rampage, and nobody but himself would have been aware of it, however as time passed, they had discovered that it was possible, albeit difficult, to communicate between Sekirei by using the link, and now they could hold entire conversations through what would amount to telepathy. Of course, it wasn't as simple, as what was communicated wasn't words, more like feelings and images, that their brain could then interpret as words. It was a very strange experience, but one they had grown accustomed to since they had been conversing using the link for almost an entire year by now.

As they were now, they were wearing their "Hitwizard" clothes, complete with their masks, while they patrolled the area where the World Cup was to be held, while invisible since their employer had made it clear that their group was to intervene only in case of an attack on the people present, nothing less. The Aurors present were here to regulate normal trouble, but it was clear that if there was a terrorist attack, they wouldn't be enough of them to both evacuate the civilians while fighting off the terrorists. Considering that the World Cup was an international event, it was a prime target for an attack, and Harry fully agreed with the Head of the DMLE on the fact that it was likely that there would be one at some point. He had already a good idea as to when it would happen: right after the end of the finale, when the people would be going to sleep, too tired to defend themselves properly if they even had the will to do so. It was what made the most sense, as attacking before the finale would diminish the impact, while attacking the next day would mean that a lot of people would have already left.

When he had told his Sekirei, he had gotten the expected reactions out of them: Karasuba had grinned while she had softly caressed the sheathe of her nodachi, Homura had been rather angry at the idea of a terrorist attack, while Akitsu had merely stated that she would defend him. He was almost glad that he had taken this job. Almost.

However, despite his anticipation for the attack he was now almost certain would happen later, he and his Sekirei were for the moment staring at the people present with something akin to wonder, especially Homura.

'Do then even understand they're supposed to be discreet?' wondered the Fire Sekirei, staring at a group of tents that defied every known physical law, while men wearing what appeared to be sundresses were laughing and walking around.

'Don't bother, Homura. Most of these people have no idea of what mundane people think of as normal, and don't really care to know either.'

And sadly, it was true. Ever since they had arrived, they hadn't spent five minutes without seeing something that would cause even the less curious mundane person to wonder just what in Hell was happening. There were tents with chimneys, chimneys that were clearly in use if the smoke coming out of them was any indication, there were people dressed in what they probably believed to be "normal" clothing, but were clearly completely off the mark, considering that a bearded man with a yellow sundress was not even remotely normal, and those were only a few examples. It was obvious to anyone that the people present didn't care much about the security or the Statute of Secrecy, as they probably believed in the solution that they had used for the last five hundred years: obliviating the Hell out of anyone that may have seen anything suspicious. Of course, if the repeated application of the spell led to brain problems, it wasn't their problem. He was even surprised that the owner of the camping even remembered how to speak at this point.

'It's at time like these that I wonder how in Kami's name wizards manage to stay hidden', came Homura's "inner voice".

'Magic, remember. Either they obliviate whoever has seen anything, or the person who's witnessed whatever happened tries to alert the authorities, only to look like a nutcase.'

'Who cares anyway?' asked Karasuba, 'We're here to kill anyone stupid enough to attack these people, not to comment about how dumb they are.'

'True.'

'Point taken.'

'Ah...right.'

-Break-

As they kept patrolling, they could see that there were at least a few muggleborns present, as unlike the Purebloods or most Half-bloods, they wore clothes that would have allowed them to blend in just about any mundane group of people. They were surprised to see a few Veelas present, as they all knew very well that the beautiful humanoids disliked attention, and they stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the sea of people, since any male within a twenty feet radius went glassy-eyed and started babbling incoherently. It was something that irked Harry, as while he was aware that it was impossible for normal males to resist the Allure completely, they should at least be able to resist it slightly, but no, they all changed into blubbering idiots when they were exposed to it. It did not bode well for their mental fortitude if they were so easily affected. He himself took great pride in being able to shake it off, since it was a sign that he at least had enough mental discipline to think with his head instead of with his "lower head" when hit with the Allure.

He was almost tempted to stay around the Veelas, as it was painfully obvious that it was only a matter of time before a fight broke out between the males entranced by the Allure, or that a woman attacked them because they had "bewitched" their men. Of course, considering the standing of non-humans in England, it would somehow end up being their fault, even if they couldn't be considered responsible for what happened because of their Allure, since anyone who knew about Veelas also knew they always kept it as restrained as possible in public, lest they want to be mobbed. In the end though, since their contract was clear that the only reason they were to show themselves was to deal with cases where people's lives were at stake, they kept walking.

As they avoided a group of witches enthusiastically chatting about a certain "Crum", Harry suddenly stilled, making Akitsu, who was behind him, stop as well, while his other two Sekirei made several more steps before they realized he wasn't with them anymore. However, he didn't realize that. The sounds around him were suddenly muffled, as if someone had placed something on his ears to prevent him from hearing his Sekirei inquire about what was wrong, while he felt his fingers clench into fists, so hard that his nails dug into his skin, piercing it as blood slowly dribbled from the cuts. His stare was directed as an apparently normal family, one among the hundreds they had seen during their patrol.

The father was a rather cheerful-looking man, with dark, untamed hair that looked like it had never known a comb, round glasses, and who was wearing a black shirt with jeans. He was currently laughing as he played with a boy that looked quite similar, only with longer hair, that looked slightly better than the mess that his father had. While the two males were busy trying to start a fire using matches, a woman with dark auburn hair, holding the hand of a girl that couldn't be more than three, was looking at their efforts with an exasperated, if fond, smile on her face, her deep green eyes surveying their every action. Finally, sitting on a chair, seemingly forgotten, was a girl who was about the same age as the boy, reading a book on advanced magic theory. Every now and then, she would give a glance at the two males, before scowling and returning to her book.

Harry recognized them, how could he not, after all they were his birth family. His "parents", James and Lily Potter, his twin siblings, Ivy and Sirius, and the youngest addition to the family, his youngest sister, Rose. The people who had abandoned him to the Dursleys...He wanted to scream at them, to hurt them, to show them what they had condemned him to, to make them feel what he had felt because of their stupidity. The children, he didn't care about, since they weren't even born when their parents had been stupid enough to trust Dumbledore with him, but the parents...Oh the parents...If he had anything to say about it, they would suffer.

So great was his rage that he barely noticed that he had instinctively let his magic free, causing the people surrounding him, bare his Sekirei, to feel as if gravity had suddenly increased several times, while a feeling akin to a Dementor's aura made itself known. For those who were slightly more receptive to the emotions surrounding them, it felt as if they were suddenly plunged into an abyss of anger and hatred, while fear gripped their hearts. It was not the fear of a prey for its' predator, but the fear of a prey facing a monster, one that preyed on the predators, a beast so great and so dangerous that their only hope to survive was that it wouldn't deem them interesting enough to warrant its' attention.

Then a soft hand grabbed him and pulled him in a hug, and he recognized the gesture as Akitsu trying to calm him down-Karasuba wouldn't even have tried, she would be perfectly okay if he had started killing everyone present, while Homura wouldn't have hugged him, probably tried shaking him out of his rage. Slowly, he reigned his magic in, much to the relief of those present, especially the Potters, who had taken on the brunt of it, making them fall to their knees, save for Ivy, who had gripped her chair, hard, and was looking around frantically, trying to understand what had happened.

'You alright, Harry?' came Homura's concerned "inner voice", and he could feel her concern through their bond, as well as anger directed towards his family.

'Yeah...Sorry I lost control like that...'

'Bah! 'spat Karasuba, 'It was some good rage and hatred, it's been a while since you've shown any. Besides, it isn't like those worms didn't deserve it anyways.'

'Ah...yes', nodded Akitsu, surprising all three of them as they felt cold fury coming from her, directed at the Potters.

She had always been very composed, and even when they had opened the bond to communicate, the times she had let emotions bleed through it could be counted on one hand with fingers to spare. While they all knew she could feel emotions, she was usually in control of her mind to the point where they were all kept under a tight leash.

Seeing the people present looking around with wide and scared eyes, they hastily left. While they didn't care much about the wizards, they didn't want to be found, especially when they were supposed to be undetectable.

-Break-

In the end, they had decided to stay at the edge of a nearby forest, since it allowed them to see most of the camp, which was filled with wizards and their tents, creating a permanent background noise due to the mix of voices and noises. They would still be able to see any attack happening fairly quickly, and get to the location it was happening fairly quickly-their ability to leap several dozens of meters high and several hundred meters in length made it easy for them to cover great distances quickly.

Since there was no need for all of them to keep watch over the camp for the moment, he sent Homura and Akitsu to take a nap in their tent, since the odds were good that they would be having a busy night. While it was at first a common wizardry tent, Harry had made sure to add quite a few features to it, like, but not limited to, intent-based wards that created a dome extending twenty feet in every direction from the tent that would both hide said tent from view, and prevent anyone and anything from stepping closer to it without being knocked out. It may have been overkill, but Harry would rather be too prudent than have a werewolf or vampire get the drop of him when he was sleeping. What had been an ordinary tent was now similar to a small fortress, protected by so many wards, charms and spells that anyone who wasn't Harry or his Sekirei would die for simply taking three steps inside the dome.

Now, he himself could have gone to rest, however leaving Karasuba to her devices when she was bored like she currently was, especially when there was a large group of people that she could kill not very far, was not by any stretch of imagination a good idea. While she listened to him, she had made it perfectly clear that she didn't mind killing random people if she was bored or wanted to take out her nerves on someone. Which basically meant that leaving her to stand guard alone was the best way to wake up to see the entire camp of wizards slaughtered. And while he wouldn't mind overly much, since he didn't know any of the people present personally, it would create quite the international incident, and he frankly didn't want to deal with the entire magical society trying to arrest him.

'Say, Harry-chan...' started Karasuba, 'When are we going to fuck?'

Despite the crude wording, and the subject, Harry noticed that his Sekirei was a little too interested in his answer for her question to be simply a way to pass time. It was a bit unfair of him to be able to read her emotions like that, but it wasn't as if he could simply ignore what she was broadcasting. Perhaps she was wondering why he would have sex with Akitsu but not her? No, it was impossible. He knew Karasuba almost better than she did herself, and he didn't peg her as someone concerned about things like feelings. Still, it was odd for her to be so interested if she didn't really care about his answer. Was she actually worried?

Sighing at the blunt way his Sekirei had put it and deciding that for now the matter of why she was interested didn't matter, he shrugged. It wasn't as if he was trying to avoid sleeping with her, after all since he had lost his virginity he and Akitsu had had sex about once a week, and would likely have gotten more had he listened to his Sekirei and his hormones. And it wasn't as if he didn't appreciate having sex either, if anything he had to exert every ounce of self-control he had to not act like the hormonal teenager he was instead of like the calm and composed person he usually was.

'Not today, that's for sure,' he shrugged, 'Maybe once this job is done? I know that killing people gets you in the mood like nothing else. If there's an attack like Bones-san seems to think there will be, then you'll get to have some fun with them. It's not stipulated anywhere in the contract that we have to hand any potential terrorists over alive, so long as they are neutralized.'

He could see his Sekirei licking her lips at the thought, making him sigh again. Akitsu was fairly easy to understand, she liked having sex and was always willing to have a go so far, however Karasuba was a different case. While she could have sex with him whenever she wanted, he knew that she wouldn't appreciate it nearly as much as she would if she had gotten a good fight or a good kill earlier. Those two things tended to get her horny better than any kind of foreplay, he should know since he had almost been raped the first time she had come back from a fight with the Goblins.

'Hmmm...You know how to talk to a woman, Harry-chan!' she grinned.

'To be fair, you're not just any woman, you're my first Sekirei, and you did raise me. I'd be rather dumb not to pick up a few things of what you like. Though I'm not exactly sure Takami would approve of mass murder as a way to get in the mood.'

That earned him a mental snort from his oldest Sekirei.

'That idiot is way too serious, she should just find a man to screw her silly, it would do her some good. Just because she can't get over Minaka doesn't mean she can't just have some fun.'

'I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't agree. And please don't put images of Takami having sex in my mind. It's disturbing.'

-Break-

While a Sekirei-Ashikabi pair passed time as they could, Ivy Iris Potter was busy reading a book on advanced magical theory, while her father and her idiot of a twin were busy trying to light a fire the Muggle way and failing miserably. She couldn't help but feel irritated by their laughs as their efforts were met time after time with failure, especially considering the fact that they were struggling something that she could have done in a matter of seconds. It wasn't hard, really. Light the match, protect the flame from the wind, use it to light some paper/parchment, once said material was burning, progressively add wood over it, while making sure you weren't putting out the fire. It wasn't hard, yet here her two male family members were struggling. And while she understood that her mother didn't want to intervene since she was already busy taking care of Rose, she could have at least explained to them why they were failing in making a fire. She certainly wouldn't help them.

One might wonder why a twelve-years old was so bitter and kept from helping their family members in such a simple endeavor, however Ivy felt that she had every reason to refrain from helping her father and brother. She had already had trouble coming to terms with the fact that the first had given away her eldest brother without even asking where he would be raised, and by whom, and her twin seemed to care little for finding Harry. However, while these were already a few reasons of why her relationship with her family (save Rose) was strained at best, there was more to it. What had really caused her to distance herself from the two, and to a degree, from her mother, was her Sorting. It seemed that her drive and ambition to find her eldest brother had overshadowed everything else, causing the Sorting Hat to put her into Slytherin. This had caused a mini-apocalypse in the British magical community and in the Potter family, as no Potter had been Sorted in Slytherin in the last three hundred years. Of course, this disregarded the fact that her grandmother on her father's side, Dorea Potter nee Black, had been a Slytherin, but since she was a Black by birth, it didn't count. She was a Potter by birth, and as such the news of her Sorting had caused rumors, while her father had been clear on the fact that he was disappointed with her choice to stay in the House of the Cunning despite Dumbledore's offer to re-Sort her.

However, her life in the Snake Pit wasn't easy, far from it in fact. As someone coming from a "Light" family, and the sister of the Boy-Who-Lived, she was ridiculed, mocked, and cursed by the other students, who took out their frustrations on her since her brother had defeated the Dark Lord, causing some of the other students' families to lose their standing. Worse, she was a girl, and in the Pureblood-led House, girls had absolutely no standing, meaning that they either stayed out of the House's politics, or ended up as commodities for the most influential students in exchange for protection. Even if Snape tightly controlled the House, it was a "tradition" that he had been unable to get rid of, as most Purebloods thought of it as something of a rite of passage, a way to entice their Heirs in making full use of their abilities, if only to satisfy their base instincts. She had been horrified to realize what was waiting for her when she grew up, knowing that she was a very likely target for the older boys, as her mother was indeed one of the most beautiful witches of her time, and it was likely that she would inherit her good looks. This, coupled with the fact that the Pureblood who managed to "break her in" would gain a significant boost of popularity in the eyes of his peers made it highly unlikely that she would stay a virgin for long. This, along with the cruel treatment of her housemates, caused her to spend most of her evenings crying herself to sleep.

Yet despite that, she had refused to ask for help from her family, as her father hadn't even bothered to send her a letter to make her know how disappointed he was in her, while Sirius had been told he'd get a new broom for being Sorted in Gryffindor. Her mother did care about her, however she didn't want to cause a rift between her parents, she knew that both had suffered from Harry's disappearance, and she didn't want to cause fights between her parents. Still, she had resolved to ask her mother to train her during the summer holidays, as she didn't want to stay a target after her first year, but before she could even write a letter, she had made her first friend.

Hermione Granger was a Ravenclaw, yet despite their usual reputation as people who were happy to stay on the sidelines to read, she had found Ivy facing three third years who were cursing her in an abandoned corridor. While most other Ravenclaws would have went to get a Prefect or a teacher, thus leaving the culprits the time to flee, the second year had barreled into the older boys, cursing them herself, and leaving them in pitiful heaps moaning as they clutched their groins in pain. From then on she had taken Ivy under her protection, training her in how to defend herself and in how to avoid letting others get the drop on her. She had learnt much from the older girl, and had sworn that should she ever need help, she would be there. Not only did she no longer have to fear her housemates, but she had even been able to secure her place on the social ladder as the top student of her year, both in academics and in her fighting abilities.

She had become known as the Fire Queen of Slytherin, due to both her temper, which while calm, could become a blistering fire very quickly, and to her auburn hair, which when caught in the light seemed to come alive with an inner fire. She had made sure that any student stupid enough to mess with her would regret it, be it a second year or a seventh, with no regard for their blood status. Even if she wasn't knowledgeable or powerful enough to outdo the oldest students, she had trained enough that it allowed her to match them by letting them cast while she dodged their spells, allowing her to defeat older, stronger, and more powerful students by her own. This had of course earned her many enemies, but thanks to her friendship with Hermione Granger, she had come in contact with the Weasley twins, who made sure that everyone knew better than to mess with her.

Still, that didn't mean that everything was fine, far from it. Ever since her Sorting, her father had distanced himself from her, preferring to spend time with Sirius rather than with her. Of course he said it was because it was "manly things", but she knew better. She didn't miss the disappointment in his eyes whenever he looked at her, as if being in Slytherin made her less in his eyes than Sirius, the "perfect" Gryffindor. Oh, her mother tried to spend time with her, but she was often busy with Rose, and seemed to hesitate to defend her in front of her husband. It wasn't hard to understand why, her mother had been crushed when she had "lost" Harry, and now she was reluctant to do anything that might antagonize the members of her family. This basically meant that while she did spend time with Ivy, she didn't call out James on his obvious favoring of Sirius.

Fine! she huffed, turning a page, It isn't as if I need them anyway!

-Break-

Harry was awoken by someone shaking him, and he immediately opened his eyes, staring at Homura, who was looking at him grimly.

"I guess my guess was accurate?" he sighed, after noticing how dark it was. He must have slept for several hours at least, if it was already night. Then again, considering his earlier hunch, he had preferred to take a good nap once his shift guarding the camp was over. He could fight when tired, but why bother, when he could simply rest and be perfectly awake for that night?

"Yeah. There's a group of about forty people sending spells left and right. Everyone's fleeing."

"Well then..." he sighed, reaching for his mask and securing it to his face. "Everyone ready?"

"Ready, Harry."

"Ah...Ready."

"Ready for the slaughter!"

Behind his mask, Harry grinned as adrenaline started to fill his veins. Finally, it was time to act.

"Time to earn our pay."

-Break-

Lily Potter ran, her daughter Rose clutched against her chest, crying as her young mind couldn't comprehend what was happening, while Sirius and Ivy ran next to her, both of them looking terrified as they heard voices angrily shouting behind their backs. From what little she could hear, there were at least five men, and while back during the war she had fought against such odds, she now had her children's lives to care for, and she didn't want to be separated from them, not after what happened the last time she had been separated from one of her children. For all she knew, there could be other Death Eaters in the forest, and she had no intention to fend off the group pursuing them only to let her children be ambushed.

James could have helped, however he had stayed behind at the camp, wanting to help as many people as possible, since at the time they had believed (naively, she now realized) that all the Death Eaters were in the group that had attacked the camp. They should have known better than that. While Voldemort's lackeys weren't that dangerous for someone like her individually, there were exceptions, and she was almost certain than an Inner Circle Death Eater was the one currently leading this attack. Those were completely different from the grunts making up ninety percent of Voldemort's forces, as every one of them was powerful, skilled, and most of all, cunning.

She was now certain than the attack, while a goal in itself since it made it clear that the Death Eaters were still active, had a secondary objective. She didn't know what it was, but it was either capturing one of her children or her, or killing them all. If they managed to do so, they would be effectively sending a message, saying that even if their Lord was no longer, they would have their revenge.

"Mom..."wheezed Sirius, as he clutched his side in pain, "I can't..." he rasped, before stumbling and falling on his knees, gulping down air greedily, while Ivy growled and went to grab his arm.

"Come on, Siri! We can't stay here!" hissed her daughter, as she tried to drag her twin with her.

"Sorry..."

"It's alright, Siri." she whispered, while worriedly looking at the trees them had come from, the hand not holding Rose going for her wand.

However, before she could get it, she was hit from the side with an Expelliarmus coming from her left, making her wand fly into the hand of the Death Eater who had stepped out of the shadows.

"Well, well, well...Seems we've found a bunch of blood traitors...T-t-t-t!" added the man, seeing both Sirius and Ivy discreetly reach for their wands. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. My hand might slip. It would be terrible if I accidentally used the Cruciatus on the youngest Potter, right?"

Lily was livid. She knew from the war that Death Eaters were scum, worse than scum actually, willing to kill even children in the name of blood purity, but she had hoped that after nearly a decade of peace, they would have focused their anger on her oldest children, or even James and her. Rose was barely three and hadn't done anything, surely they couldn't put her in the same group than the other members of her family?

"Leave them alone!" she begged. She didn't care what might happen to her, but she had to protect her children. They were innocent, and didn't deserve what Death Eaters would do to them. "I'll do anything, just leave my children alone, please!"

Laughs could be heard, and she didn't need to look around to know that the group of Death Eaters tailing them had caught up and were now mocking her. She had always been a sore point for the Purebloods, even as a student she had been better at casting spells, more powerful than them, and when she had married James, she had been the symbol of the successful Muggleborn, attaining a position in society that most others with the same background couldn't hope for. Now that they had caught her and had a way to pressure her into doing whatever they wanted, she knew that they wouldn't hesitate to humiliate her in front of her children before killing her.

"Hear that, lads? The Mudblood will do anything if we leave her children! Maybe she could take care of my wand, what do you say?"

Lily paled at the laughs. While she did say that she would do anything for her children, she didn't want them to see her "servicing" a Death Eater, they were too young to see that! Not to think of what it would do to Ivy's mind, she knew her daughter had a rough time in Slytherin, and she didn't want her to see her mother forced to give head to a Pureblood, who knows what kind of trauma that would inflict on her? However, it appeared as if she didn't have a choice, if she wanted her children to be safe until help could come, she had to comply with the demands made to her.

"Well then, " sneered the Death Eater holding her wand, "Get to work, Mudblood, before something happens to your children!"

Feeling tears in her eyes, she forced herself not to cry. She would demean herself if it meant saving her children, but she would never, ever, give these scum the pleasure of seeing her crying. Even if she had to be humiliated, she would cling to her dignity until she had no choice but to let it go, but until then she would show these people what it meant to be the Lady Potter!

Handing Rose over to Sirius who was looking at her with tears falling down his face, she whispered:

"Shhh...It's going to be alright, Sirius, you'll see. Now close your eyes, you too Ivy. Good. No matter what happens, Mommy loves you."

"Shut up and hurry up, bitch!" growled one of the Death Eaters, roughly shoving her towards his masked friend.

Glaring at the man, she slowly walked towards the one who held her wand, making sure to not walk too fast, or too slowly, as the first would make her appear eager or scared, which she didn't want, and the second may end up with consequences for her children if the men around her noticed. Her throat was dry and she tried to swallow discreetly, as to not appear scared or nervous, and her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. Outwardly, she was the epitome of grace and dignity as she coldly glared at the masked man in front of her, while inside she was panicking and wishing for help, any help, to come.

"Well, you Mudblood slut, aren't you going to kneel before your superior?" taunted one of the men, making the others laugh and start chanting "Kneel, kneel, kneel!".

Glaring at him, she reluctantly dropped to her knees, feeling both anger at what she was forced to do, and terror that her children might be killed even if she did comply to the demands of the Death Eaters. Countless possibilities of action went through her mind, none of them allowing her to get out of her situation without external assistance. Even if she did manage to get her wand or steal the one of the man in front of her, she couldn't simply curse very single Death Eater in the area, as they didn't really care about their companions, while she cared very much about her children. She could at most take out two or three of them before the ones left could stun her, and she did not want to think of what would happen to her children should she go through with that action.

Death Eaters had proven time after time that they didn't care about morals, honor, or anything, as it was a sadly common occurrence to find children from Muggle families murdered along with their parents during the war, and even barely pubescent girls had been found raped. Even Lily knew that if she tried anything and failed to take all of her captors at once, she would not only be tortured, but also made to watch as Ivy was raped to punish her. She couldn't bear the idea of her oldest daughter being raped at barely twelve, or even at all, she refused to do anything that might have the slightest chance to cause harm to her children.

The shuffling of fabric brought her back to reality, as the man in front of her was moving his robes in order to present her with his prick, and she felt tears of shame come to her eyes at knowing what she was about to do, tears that she only barely managed to force back so as to not give her tormentors any other means to torment her.

"Well then," mocked the man in front of her, "Here it is, your favorite lollipop, Mudblood! S-Grk!"

For a moment, Lily wondered what could have caused the man to stop his speech, then she felt something warm splash on her face, her fingers coming to wipe whatever the warm liquid was off, and then she stared at her crimson-stained fingers. Slowly, her eyes looked up and widened, seeing a large ice pike protruding from the man's chest as he choked on his blood. She could vaguely hear the other Death Eaters' screams of alarm as they took out their wands and started looking around frantically, one of them even grabbing her children and pointing his wand at them.

"Show yourself, or the kids are gonna pay!"

The rustling of clothes coming from above caused the people present to look up, unfortunately for the Death Eaters not fast enough as two people landed next to the Potters, one grabbing the children, the other a stunned Lily before jumping over the masked terrorists with all four Potters, the twins held by the first, a giggling Rose and Lily by the second.

She could easily tell by what her savior was wearing that it was a woman who was currently carrying her, while the person holding her children was too far for her to accurately guess their gender. For the moment, though, Lily was more concerned with their physical abilities, as they had jumped dozens of meters in the air, something that no wizard or witch could boast of. The only beings able to do as such, that she knew of at least, were Vampires, and considering their affiliation with Voldemort in the war, it was doubtful that any Vampire would help anyone from the Potter family.

So deep in thought was she, that she failed to notice that they had landed outside the forest, back at the edge of the camp, and that the twins, as soon as they were free from their savior's hands, were running towards her, engulfing her in a bone-crushing hug, that she eagerly returned.

"Mom! Are you alright? You're alright, right? Please be alright!" asked Sirius, who was firing question after question in his concern for his mother.

"Shhh...I'm alright, Siri. And you two, are you alright? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

The look on Ivy's face was one of embarrassment and shame, and Lily felt a feeling of dread settle in her stomach.

"Ivy?"

Her daughter averted her eyes, unwilling to answer her question, making Lily release the two of them and cup her daughter's face in her hands to force her to look at her.

"Ivy, darling? Please, what did they do?" she asked, her voice soft and laced with concern.

"...me." she mumbled, looking away.

She paled. Had she heard right?

"Ivy flower, what did you say? Please, can you tell me?"

She saw her daughter glance at their two saviors, who were standing on the side, one still holding Rose, who was playing with the person's fingers. At least they didn't seem to mean them any harm.

"He...touched me, mom." she finally mumbled, only loud enough for Lily to hear. "He touched my butt..."

She could clearly hear the revulsion in her daughter's voice, and she gave Ivy a hug, as she rubbed soothing circles on her back. She felt tears in her eyes, this was not how she wanted her baby girl to discover physical interactions with the opposite gender!

"Shhh...It's alright...They aren't here anymore...It's okay..."

She knew that she would need to have an in-depth conversation with Ivy once everything was settled, but for the moment, what she needed most was to know that her daughter would be alright if given enough time and space. They didn't have the opportunity to spend time talking about it now, as the Death Eaters could very well be pursuing them, and she was wary of their saviors, even if so far neither of the two had shown any indication that they had nefarious intentions towards them.

Looking at her daughter in the eyes, she asked:

"We'll talk about this once we're back home, okay? Are you going to be alright until then?"

She was pleased to see her daughter nod, though it pained her to see that there had been steel in her gaze when she gave her answer. She could only mourn for the death of the child in her daughter, as the circumstances seemed determined to make her a young woman instead of a young girl sooner rather than later.

The sound of a throat clearing made her blink, as she, as well as her children, bare Rose, looked at the people who had rescued them. For the first time, there was enough light to allow them to clearly see the two people in front of them, making them almost take a step back as they saw their attire.

The first person, the one whom Lily recognized as the one who had carried Rose and her, was a woman wearing a white Asian dress that she thought was called a kimono, one that left her shoulders bare and showed an outrageous amount of cleavage. What completed the strange attire were chains wrapped around the woman's neck, that seemed to be the only thing holding the clothes covering her breasts, preventing them from slipping and showing her skin. This woman had mid-long hair, as far as she could tell, and was wearing a mask with a snowflake carved on the forehead.

The second person, now that she could see them clearly, was a woman as well, though unlike her companion, she wasn't wearing outrageous clothes, nor did she have a very large bust, though it was clear, even through her clothes, that she had curves. She was wearing black pants, a white button-up shirt, and a black overcoat, with a mask of what seemed to be some kind of vulpine creature, perhaps a fox. What made her stand out was the fact that her mid-long, spiky hair was grey, a natural grey, despite the clear fact that the woman was still young.

"Is everything alright?" asked the woman with the vulpine mask, her voice distorted.

Lily felt slightly relieved to hear the concern in her voice, and allowed herself to relax slightly since it was now clear that whoever these people were, they weren't there to harm her family or herself.

"Yes, thank you...?"

The woman, understanding what Lily wanted, explained:

"We've been hired by Madam Bones in case something like this happened. We will deal with the Death Eaters, don't worry. You may call me Kagari, and my companion is Yuki."

"Ah...Hello."

However, before they could converse more, they heard the sound of people running, and Kagari pushed Lily and her children behind her, before looking at the newly named Yuki.

"Remember, make sure to leave their left arms intact."

Lily was about to ask what Kagari was thinking, as she seriously doubted the woman could take on the group that had cornered them earlier alone, but was prevented from doing so when she realized that the temperature was dropping fast.

Dementors?! The Ministry is supposed to be the one monitoring them! What-

"Here they are! Avada Kedavra!" snarled a Death Eater, barreling out of the forest and sending the Killing Curse towards Yuki, who didn't even move to dodge it.

Lily could only widen her eyes when a slab of ice pierced the ground, forming a shield that shattered upon contact with the green man didn't even have the time to blink before he himself was encased into an ice coffin, instantly killing him.

As Lily gaped at the sight, she felt herself stiffen when an immense magical power surged from Yuki, greater than anything she had bore witness to, even at the height of the war when duels between Lord Voldemort and Dumbledore had been frequent, the two magical monsters using spells so powerful that they marked the very earth. She gazed at the masked woman in disbelief, feeling awed at the sheer presence she exuded, cold blanketing the area as frost covered the grass, and snow began to fall from the sky. It was as if a Goddess had stepped into the mortal plane, her power so powerful that Lily could almost taste it.

By the time the other Death Eaters made their way out of the forest, Lily could see her breath, while Yuki almost lazily parted her arms, as if praying. The red haired witch could only scream in warning as several spells were sent towards the masked woman, all of them designed to kill her in very painful ways, yet she did not even acknowledge the colored lights that signified her imminent doom.

Her words were but a whisper, but Lily heard them as well as if they had been whispered in her ear.

"Kōkyūtosu: Eien no hyōga..." [Cocytus: Eternal Glaciation]

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as a dark purple curse covered the last inches towards the masked woman's torso, before stopping, encased into ice. As if a dam was broken, a pure explosion of power washed over the Death Eaters, ice surging from the ground, freezing the very air itself as it devoured everything in its' path, be it earth, air, or even magic itself, the powerful Dark Curses frozen as if they were nothing but flies, and not conglomerates of power that it shouldn't even be possible to freeze . The Death Eaters didn't even have the time to scream than the wave of ice reached them, freezing them solid, encasing them in an ice tomb, and stilling their disbelieving or terrified expressions as it continued to travel unimpeded for several hundred feet without slowing.

As Lily gaped at the impossible sight before her, Yuki merely cocked her head to the side as if assessing her work, before turning and walking towards them, as if she had not used magic on a scale never seen before, and without the use of a wand or even an incantation.

Unable to comprehend how a person, an unknown woman, could be show more powerful in a single use than Dumbledore in a duel with Voldemort, Lily barely registered Kagari pushing her towards the entrance of the camp, nor the calculative look in the eyes of her eldest daughter.

-Break-

While Akitsu and Homura were sent to look for any eventual groups of Death Eaters outside of the one they could see, Harry and Karasuba made their way towards the large group of masked figures, their own masks fastened to their faces. As they leaped, they could see the pitiful state the camp was left in, most of the tents either trampled or burning, while the last remaining wizards and witches ran towards the cover of the nearby forest. A few figures were making their way towards the group of Death Eaters, but at most Harry counted fifteen people, against almost forty wizards and witches who had no qualms in killing their opponents.

They gracefully landed not ten feet away from the group, most of the Death Eaters too busy tormenting the family of non-magicals that they were currently levitating to notice their presence, that is until Harry wandlessly broke their spell, summoning the family to him and stunning them before leaving them next to a nearby tent that hadn't suffered too much damage. The fact that he seemed to completely ignore the angry shouts sent his way while doing so only infuriated the Death Eaters further.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, cowards."

His casual insult obviously angered the people present, as more than a few wands started to glow with the ominous green of the Killing Curse, disappointing him slightly. Did these people lack any creativity? They were supposed to be a force of terror, not mindless drones spamming Killing Curses stupidly!

"Wow...Disappointing. Do you people lack creativity? I'm counting around thirty Killing Curses here, two Disembowelling curses, one Entrail-expelling curse, and a single Bombarda. Are you people stupid?

Anyway, I don't suppose I can ask you lot to surrender?"

The ensuing volley of spells was dodged almost lazily, while Karasuba used her new sword to slice through the few spells that were sent her way. It seemed that in all their sexist bigotry, the Death Eaters didn't consider her a threat. If the mental images he was getting were accurate, he was not the only one to notice. He almost pitied the Death Eaters...

The bloodcurling scream of the man leading the procession was ended swiftly, as Karasuba cleanly sliced the man in two after removing his family jewels, before leaping back. Had her mask not hidden her face, he was certain he would see a bloodthirsty smile stretching her mouth impossibly wide. However, he had something he wanted to test, and since the Death Eaters wouldn't be missed by anyone he deemed important, well it was just the occasion.

Focusing his magic, he concentrated it on a single point above the opened palm of his right hand, creating a very small black sphere, about the size of a marble, floating above his skin. Once he was certain that he had completed the first step, he controlled the flow of his magic to make it float above his targets, distractedly avoiding the spells and curses sent his way, while Karasuba was happy to slice up any of the Death Eaters idiotic enough to step into her range of action.

Finally, once the sphere was floating a few dozen feet in the air, right above the group of angry and scared Purebloods, he closed his fist, once again controlling the flow of his magic, allowing the sphere to expand exponentially until it was large enough to swallow an entire building. As it expanded, he could see the panicked Purebloods struggle to stand as the sudden attraction of his black sphere sucked them in, gravity itself pulling them in as they tried to Disapparate, their struggle vain as he had ensured anti-Apparition wards surrounded the camp the moment he had stepped to meet them. They screamed, grabbed everything they could to stay on the ground, but eventually they were all sucked up by his spell.

Clenching his fist, he was delighted to hear the screams of agony of his victims as they were crushed to death by the overwhelming gravity surrounding the sphere, their blood falling in a crimson rain that drenched Karasuba and him from head to toe and painting the surroundings red, while their bodies were compacted together, forming a sphere of human remains several meters large. His Sekirei whistled appreciatively as she basked in the metallic scent of blood. He could almost feel her arousal from where he was.

'Impressive...What's the name of this thing?'

'Impressive, perhaps, but still not efficient enough. I used up almost fifteen percent of my reserves for this, and I wasted too much energy. With some training, I may be able to lower the cost by a good half, maybe three quarters if I'm lucky. That, and I need to be able to form it quicker.

It doesn't have a name yet, though I was thinking something about the lines of Black Hole or Gravity Sphere.'

He could almost see Karasuba's disgusted face through their bond.

'Bleh! Those are shit, and you know it! Try something more impressive! A good name would make your enemies forget about even fighting you!'

He was about to shrug when he leant back, narrowly avoiding a crimson-colored spell that splashed uselessly against a nearby tent. Slowly, he turned, and he could not refrain from groaning as there stood several Aurors, along with James Potter and Sirius Black, their wands out and blazing with spells ready to be unleashed.