The next great never-ending adventure

by Faff

In the climax of the final battle, Harry and Voldermort are thrown into a different world. The war in wizarding Britain is over, but the fight for Fiore has only just begun.

2. Walk in the woods

The next great never-ending adventure.

Chapter 2: Walk in the woods.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy tail or Harry Potter.

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A day and a half of walking later...

The sun was shining at it's highest point, making it pretty much exactly midday and a beautiful day it was too. Very few clouds occupied the sky, and those that were lazily drifting across the clear blue firmament were as white as snow.

According to Mystogan, it was the sunny season and most of the Kingdoms summer days were as nice as this. This was met as a refreshing change for Harry, because the English summers he was used to, while more often than not, actually sunny, were never constantly so. Also the heat of a English summer was that dry kind of baking temperature, and was for the most part, quite uncomfortable. Fiores summer days however, struck a keen harmony between hot and fresh. Meaning the air felt clean, especially when wonderful summer breezes floated by, rather than sweeping through the air and providing a desperate relief from the heat, as they had done in Britain.

"Nice weather here."

Harrys comment about the remarkably nice weather, had prompted another exchange of other-worldly information between the two travelling companions.

An unspoken deal had emerged between the two, over their short time travelling. Harry would ask a general question about Earthland, and Mystogan would fill in the blanks with what he knew, occasionally even dropping some bits of info about Edolas, the boys own home world. So far this game of sorts, had given Harry a lot to think about. With so much being different it was like, well, it 'was' being in a completely new world. However, questions were running low after a day and a half of this back and forth, which resulted in Harrys very English formality of discussing the weather.

Now Harry was telling Mystogan about the many types of English weather. Scottish drizzle, Devon rain, windy beaches, London winter chill, the many different variations of grey clouds and so on. Then in return Mystogan told him a little about the Edolas climate, which Harry admitted sounded a bit more exciting than English weather. Of course, the presence of floating islands added a chaotic factor to the skies of Edolas. Mystogan had also given Harry knowledge on the seasons and weather in Fiore. They both agreed that the Fioran's (if that was the right term) had it lucky with their lovely climate, as it was apparently idyllic and predictable most of the year round. It snowed just the right amount during winter, their summers weren't too hot, their springs were (according to Mystogan) exceptionally beautiful, and the Fiore autumn was equally picturesque. The only thing his blue haired companion had made special mention of, in regards to Fiore weather, was that when it rained, it poured. Harry had noticed a markedly grim look pass over Mystogans face when he mentioned the rain, and decided not to press the issue. He'd just have to buy an umbrella. Sure, he could use a drying charm, or water repelling charm, but what kind of a person would he be if he didn't walk around with an umbrella in the rain? That just seemed weird.

Harry had also recovered from his injuries astoundingly fast. He would've expected to find he'd broken a bone or two, but the most he'd discovered was some severe bruising, an array cuts and numerous scrapes.

It might well be this new world, Harry thought. He did after all, feel different here. Not just because of the lack of familiarity. Or that hideous, ever present, subconscious dread at having left his friends either... He did generally feel, lighter, springier... It was strange... Welcome, but strange.

As they contentedly made their way along the weather beaten dirt path that led through the forest, both travellers were alerted by a very jarring, very sudden sound. It was a sound Harry was, unfortunately, all to familiar with. A scream. The high pitched, terror drenched scream of a little girl to be exact. Whoever she was, she was in trouble and with a scream intoned like her's was, this girls life may very well be in danger.

The two spared half a moments glance between one another, before briskly nodding, and taking off into the undergrowth at speed. Heading in the direction from which the scream came, Harry and Mystogan ducked and dived through the dense foliage at a furious speed. Mystogan began lagging behind due to his large backpack, but Harry was throwing cutting and bludgeoning curses ahead to make their path clearer.

It was Harry who reached the source of the screams first. What he found sent a chill down his spine. Two beings were present in a claustrophobic clearing within the forest. One of which was a little, blue haired girl, who was evidently the owner of those terrified screams. The other being was the one that really made Harry's hair stand on end. It was not human, nor was it even corporeal. A fuming, black fog swirled about a foot in front of the girl, who was cowering at the base of a tree trunk.

The girl had her hands out in front of her, and Harry could sense the magic radiating from her. Thank Merlin she was a witch, Harry thought, otherwise she would already be dead.

The writhing, inky smoke, which was barely being repelled by the girl's magically created barrier, was easily identifiable to the-boy-who-lived. It was Voldermort. In his soul-bound, formless state. The dark lord had clearly dispensed with his body in order to survive the fall from the Anima portal. What was he doing now though...? Looking for a temporary host body? Well whatever it was he wanted, he wouldn't get it.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry roared, whipping his already drawn wand at the fell wraith that was Tom Riddle. Voldermort heard the spell, and seemed to be flung away from the girl. The formless dark wizard looked to have been struggling against the barrier to get at the girl. But he suddenly stopped trying to force his way through, resulting in the Dark Lord catapulting away from the repelling magic, and out of the path of Harry's radiant, silver stag patronus. Voldermort, with his dark nature exacerbated in this form, was sent tumbling away by the light magic of the patronus and the force of the girls own defence.

The corporeal stag charged through where the dark lord had been, and pulled itself around in an artful leap and bound, to come to a halt in front of the girl. Standing protectively in front of her, its antlers levelled at the retreating dark lord, the stag acted as the guardian Harry had intended for it to be.

Voldermorts wraith screeched like a raging banshee and flew off into the thick forest, away from them all. The messy haired young man looked to the small girl Voldemort had been attacking, only to see her still cowering, crying and hugging herself close at the base of the tree. She looked up, and saw that the monstrous, smoky being had gone. The creature, vanquished by the bespectacled young man who stood nearby, with his spirit animal companion, or whatever it was before her. The man was holding a stick by his side, though with a strength of purpose that it seemed as if the implement might be a fearsome sword. Still, in the eyes of this recently rescued little girl, her saviour might as well have been wielding excalibur itself.

In the years to come, Wendy Marvell would never tell the man himself this, but at that moment, he had been the most valiant and most awesome thing she had ever seen. Although, she'd make no secret of it when chatting or gossiping with her friends. Now however, as she sat, quivering in fear at the base of a tree, having exhausted nearly all her magic in order to stay alive, she felt only intense waves of relief. Along with a growing feeling, of hope.

Harry saw the blue haired girl look at him with tearful eyes, and as those brown eyes gained a twinkle of hope, he looked away to where the Dark Lord had fled to.

Just at that second, Mystogan caught up to Harry. The-boy-who-lived turned his head to look at the Edolas migrant and commanded of him. "Stay here and look after her." Taking off like a shot, he called over his shoulder to reassure them. "I'll be back!"

Once more firing cutting and bludgeoning curses into the trees where Voldermort had disappeared, the young man forged a path through the dense undergrowth. Harry soldiered on for a minute or two, before slowly and begrudgingly coming to a stop... There was no sign of Voldermort.

Suddenly, out of nowhere and sounding like a corpse given speech, the Dark Lord's voice reverberated in all the trees around him. "Well, well, well. Harry Potter."

"Where are you, Tom. Show yourself!" Harry brutally demanded, slowly turning about on the spot to try and better pinpoint the source of the hideously familiar voice.

"Do not call me by that name, Potter!" Voldermort hissed. "You should know that by now... As for where I am? Well, I can tell where 'we' are..." A bone chilling, high pitched laugh danced around the small area of forest. "Can you believe it, boy? An entirely different world! Think of the possibilities." The dark wraith eagerly spoke, his voice brimming with a malevolent excitement.

"I hate to think what possibilities you're considering, Tom." Harry replied frostily and humourlessly.

Spitefully, Voldermort snapped back wt him. "How can you remain so blind, Potter! With such power, why, we could rule this new world as Kings! No, as Gods!"

"You're twisted, Tom..." Harry answered, before intrigue struck him, and he asked coldly. "But i'm curious. How did you come to the conclusion that we're in a different world?"

"Do not take me for a fool like you, boy..." Voldermort shot back. Then there was a pause, and Harry thought that he might not get an answer. But sure enough the Dark Lord continued. "I can sense it... There is magic in the very air. Everywhere is simply, bristling with energy. I've never felt so alive...! Do you feel it, Potter...?" Riddle stopped speaking for a moment, and it seemed as if he might be just revelling in the ambient magic of this world. The formless dark wizard continued soon after. "The power... I can feel it... It will make me stronger, Potter, and I will regain my full strength. I will regain a body. And then, Harry Potter. You. Will. DIE!" Voldermort's voice escalated to a near maddening pitch and volume, as the insane tone belted throughout the forest. Flocks of birds fled into the air, and animals scurried away from the unearthly sound of the Dark Lord's voice.

Voldermort then flew out of the trees like a bullet, and washed past Harry, sending the-boy-who-lived into a sickening bout of nausea as the intensely dark magic effected him. Voldermort vanished into the trees once more, and this time, Harry didn't bother chasing after him. In that form he'd likely never catch him.

Harry's shoulders slumped in defeat, and he let out an enraged sigh. Throwing a cathartic "Reducto!" spell at a nearby tree to vent his frustration. Then Harry slunk off back to where Mystogan was no doubt looking after the girl. As he sullenly trudged back, the tree he'd hit with his spell crashed to the forest floor with a great creaking and thudding, before it ceased moving and the forest fell gloomily still... And it had been such a lovely day too.

So Mystogan was right, Harry contemplated as he walked back through the makeshift path he had rendered in the forest. That other figure that had fallen through the Anima portal with him, had survived. Harry had held out hope that it wasn't Voldermort who had been pulled through, but he now knew for certain that that was not the case. The Dark Lord Voldermort was here in Fiore, in the same position as Harry. Only the other wizard evidently had some very dark plans brewing for the new world. Whether getting back to magical Britain was one of his top priorities, had yet to be defined. All Harry knew is that wherever Voldermort went, it was his responsibility to stop him, and if that responsibility took him to an entirely new world? So what. Harry would just have to deal with what he was given, just like he'd been doing his whole life. Getting back home (if it was possible) could wait. It would have to, because while Voldermort was still at large, Harry had to stop him. For neither can live while the other survives. But that was the least of the reasons why the abomination had to be killed.

With a defeated look, Harry reentered the small clearing to see Mystogan kneeling beside the distraught girl. With Harrys silvery patronus sat beside them. The girl was about five or six maybe? Her hair was coloured a deep, hypnotic blue, much like Mystogans. Harry had chatted with the self same Edolas boy about his hair colour, and discovered that in Fiore and even Edolas, outlandish hair was an ordinary thing, especially so for mages. The girl had quaint features, and her big chocolate coloured eyes were trembling with the aftershock of what she had just endured. Harry was greatly relieved she seemed to be unharmed, but was also very impressed by the fact that she had held Voldermort off as long as she did. The Dark Lord's wraith wasn't one to be repelled by any old magic, so the girl must hold some considerable power within her. Though her shuddering, exhausted form told him she had used up most, if not all of her power. Mystogan had said that mages could start very young, the blue haired boy was sort of proof of that himself. But Harry had jokingly said he'd believe it when he saw it. Well, now he did, and the-boy-who-lived was just glad she was alive.

"Hey there, you okay?" Harry asked the girl kindly, as he walked over to where she and Mystogan sat. Harry took a knee beside them and gave a swift nod to Mystogan, indicating he'd talk more about the attacker later. Harry looked at the girl with a gentle expression as he waited patiently for a reply.

"Y-y-yes... You s-saved me, f-from the monster...? Th-thank you!" She half stammered half professed to him.

To which Harry raised his hands in a calming gesture and said. "Don't worry about it. Just calm down and take some deep breaths, ok...?"

"O-okay..." The girl answered, proceeding to do as Harry had recommended.

When she still seemed overly shaken, Harry had a funny idea. Fumbling about with his mokeskin pouch, Harry reached into the magically expanded bag and withdrew half a bar of chocolate, wrapped neatly in tin foil. Unwrapping it and breaking off a piece, he handed it to the girl. "Eat this. It helps with this kind of thing."

"W-what is it?" The girl asked, barely looking at what he held, through her tear stained eyes.

"Chocolate." Harry answered simply, smiling at her encouragingly.

Gingerly the girl took the proffered piece of chocolate, and ate it hurriedly. This seemed to help calm her, and to reduce the effects of such a dark entity as Voldermort. He was no dementor, but still, to the inexperienced it would've been sickening. The girl smiled warmly and managed a humble. ""Thank you."

After a short while of recovering silence, Mystogan said. "Well, Harry, this is Wendy. Wendy, this is Harry." Evidently introductions between the two bluenettes had been gotten out the way already.

Harry smiled and reiterated personally. "Hey Wendy, i'm Harry. I take it you've already met my friend Mystogan then?"

"... Mystogan? I thought you said your name was, Jellal?" Wendy asked, confused.

Mystogan, or Jellal, had the good grace to look bashful as Harry chuckled and said. "Oh, so she gets the real name, eh? Be honest, it's because she's cuter than me isn't it?"

Wendy giggled, breaking away some of the fear that had hung around from her attack. "You're funny." She commented, Harry thought, very adorably.

"I suppose." Harry acquiesced with a smile, before asking, his face knitting into a display of his concern. "So, Wendy. What were you doing all the way out here on your own? Are you lost?"

A downtrodden look came over the girls face when she answered, and Harry immediately wished he'd been a bit more tactful. "Sort of... My, my Mommy, went away... And, and i'm looking for her."

"Well, do you have an idea of where she went? She can't have gotten too far, what's she look like?" Harry asked, hoping that the girl had meant she was only recently separated from her mother, and not the other option which he dreaded.

"She's really pretty, and really big... She's white. Has big wings." That little gem sent Harry for a spin. His eyes widened in surprise, but Wendy didn't seem to notice as she continued. "Oh, and she has the prettiest scales ever."

"... Scales?" Harry questioned, a little worried for the girls mental health.

"Yeah, she's a dragon, have you seen her?" Wendy asked hopefully.

At this point Mystogan, or was it Jellal, chipped in to say. "... Wendy, just rest there for a second, Harry and I are going to talk for a moment over here. Just sit tight, okay?" The blue haired boy said encouragingly, sending Wendy a smile before walking off to the other side of the clearing.

Harry followed Jellal, and they began a hushed conversation. "Dragon...? Please don't tell me that's actually possible... Mystogan?"

"I don't know what it's like where you're from Harry, but here, dragons are known, or rumoured at least, to raise human children." Ignoring Harry's confounded expression Jellal continued. "It would also explain the magic. Dragons in Earthland train their children in a kind of magic called dragonslayer magic..."

"So, you're telling me she was actually raised by a dragon?" Harry questioned.

"Yes. Only from what I hear the dragons vanished some time ago. Most people regard them as myth and legend..." Jellal explained.

"Okay... Thats, odd. But okay... Haven't seen any dragons recently then?" Harry asked, half mockingly half worriedly.

Jellal gave him a withering look, before the two headed back over to Wendy. "Sorry, Wendy, we haven't seen her..." Jellal told her sadly.

The girl replied only with a dejected. "Oh... Okay..."

"Well, look, Wendy, why don't you travel with us for a bit? There's no need for you to be all alone." Jellal said kind heartedly. Looking at Harry for approval, Jellal smiled back at Wendy when the older male nodded affirmatively.

"Really?" Wendy asked hopefully. "Could you help me look for Grandine?

The two nodded, and Harry, assuming Grandine was her draconic parent, said. "Sure."

Wendys eyes brimmed with tears once more, only this time her face bubbled with happiness. "Thank you!" She exclaimed.

"No problem." Jellal said modestly. "Are you okay to get up and walk?"

"I think so." She said, sniffling a little but proceeding to stand up on shaky legs, and put on a brave face. "Yeah." She beamed.

"Welcome to our little troupe, Wendy." Harry smiled. "You sure you're okay to walk?"

"Yes, thank you." The blue haired girl replied earnestly, smiling appreciatively at Harry.

"Well let's find our way back to the path then." Jellal suggested, and the three walked back through the parting of foliage that Harry had created to get there, until they emerged onto the forest path once more. Meanwhile Harrys Patronus trotted along in their wake.

"Um, thank you again... If you weren't there, I... I..." Wendy's voice trailed off, and she looked at the ground between her feet almost shamefully.

"Don't fret about it." Harry said, smiling warmly at her and placing a comforting hand on the young girls shoulder.

"What was that monster though? It was... Scary." She added tentatively.

"That... Was a very dark creature." Harry said carefully.

"But it's gone now. You're safe with us." Jellal added, looking Wendy in the eye and fixing her with a comforting grin. "Well, thanks to Harrys, mascot." The boy added wryly, glancing at the silver stag plodding along behind them.

"Yes." Harry expressed, drawing his wand to give a lazy wave in its direction. Causing the corporeal patron to fade back from whence it came.

"Oh." Wendy seemed to say on reflex, disappointed, before adopting a wistful expression and saying. "... What was that type of magic?"

"That." Harry said with a small air of pride. "Was a patronus charm."

"It was pretty. And it made me feel, warm and, safe..." She added softly.

"Its a projection of all my happiest memories, feelings and thoughts. Which is why it drove of the, dark ghost... Its a sort of, light guardian, I suppose you could say." Harry informed her.

The awed look and smile on Wendys face, made Harry a little happier in this new world. The-boy-who-lived had experienced a lot of shocks to the system in his time, but somehow the blunt of the metaphorical blow always seemed lessened by the knowledge that he was at least helping someone.

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Later that night, Harry and Jellal sat across from each other, on either side of their campfire. The day had drawn on and had now been put to rest, leaving the sky a deep, impenetrable black. Night had well and truly fallen, but Harry and Jellal had waited for Wendy to fall asleep before asking more other-worldly questions of one another. Somehow Harry felt that despite being raised by a dragon, the blue haired girl would be, at least, confused by the information that her two travelling companions were from other worlds. So the two had waited to discuss it until she was asleep.

Now as the orange firelight from the burgeoning campfire, flickered about the small clearing they had made their camp, Jellal posed the first question. "Was that the person who came through with you? The one you said you needed to find... To kill."

"Yeah." Harry replied grimly, staring morosely into the dancing flames.

"Didn't look much like a person..." The Edolas boy stated warily.

"Well... It's complicated. What you saw was a human being, whose soul had been splintered into many different pieces. A foul abomination, who used perverted dark magic in order to become, immortal... Or as close to immortal as he could get..." Harry explained. "But before I say any more. I want you to tell me why you were using a fake name? Don't get me wrong, I don't hold it against you, but why reveal it to her but keep me in the dark?"

Jellal sighed, hugging his knees closer to his chest where he sat. "Well... I couldn't be sure you weren't from my world... You see where i'm from, i'm sort of, famous..." Jellal noted the softer, empathetic expression that Harry took on, but continued nonetheless. "And when I realised that you weren't from Edolas, or Fiore, I decided I'd let you know my actual name..." Jellal shrank further into himself and his expression adopted a pained, fearful tinge as he continued. "I couldn't be sure people hadn't found a way to chase me through into Fiore, and I was, scared. But, well when we found Wendy, it just seemed as good a time as any to tell you my real name."

Harry nodded sagely. "Don't fret mate, I understand... So, care to tell me who you are then? In Edolas I mean. In exchange i'll tell you more about that thing that was attacking Wendy."

"Alright." Jellal agreed. "My name is Jellal. Formerly Prince Jellal of Edolas. But certain, events, led to me leaving my home world to come here." At Harrys inquisitive look, Jellal decided to elaborate slightly. "That portal you fell through? The Anima? It originated from Edolas. They're part of the reason i'm here."

"The other part being?" Harry inquired.

"The portal's leech magical power from this world. Wherever they're opened they drain Earthland of magic... See, in Edolas, magical energy is running out. So my father, the King, came up with a means to get more. Which involved taking it out of Edolas' parallel world, Earthland... My father, he was using the magic he got from here, to, expand our Kingdom..." The sour look on Jellals face, and the way he ground out the word 'expand' told Harry all he needed to know about how Edolas' expansion was being conducted. "So I came here, to try and close the animas." He finished with grim reverence.

"Hmm, I see." Harry said thoughtfully. He didn't say anything more, for there wasn't much to say. He just held a silent appreciation for what the young kid was going through to help people. In several ways, Jellal reminded Harry of himself at the start of his own 'adventure'. They were both thrown into a world they knew nothing about at a young age, and that made Harry empathise strongly with the kid. Also, if Harry looked and ignored the sapphire coloured head of hair, Jellal looked a lot like him at that age. Except better fed, and without the glasses.

A long silence passed between the two as they continued to sit by the fire. Absorbing the sounds of the night. The crackle of their fire, the hum and buzz of different insects, and the odd whistle or rustle of the wind through the trees. Jellal broke the silence curiously. "So, who was that, person then...?"

"... That" Harry tiredly began. "was a person by the name of Tom Riddle, also know as Lord Voldermort, also known as the Dark lord, as well as he-who-must-not-be-named, you-know-who and various other titles... Where i'm from, he was the most powerful dark wizard in a century." Deciding not to explain the whole story to Jellal just yet, Harry cut to the chase. "One of the things Voldermort was obsessed with, was immortality. He searched for it, and he found it. It wasn't exactly immortality, but it was a way for him to unnaturally extend his life. To the point where he could survive death a number of times... Now, for reasons I won't go into, my life and his were sort of magically bound together. This meant that I was the only one who could end Voldermort for good... Well, Voldermort found out about this, and has been repeatedly trying to murder me and anyone else who gets in his way for a long time. Anyway, part of the dark magic that keeps him alive, is tied to why he looked like he did. That was Voldermort in a sort of, bodiless, soul form, I don't understand it completely, but thats the gist of it. He's a truly evil, unnatural thing who's killed hundreds of people and caused the deaths of countless more... He needs to die." Harry let that statement hang in the air, its brutal tone sinking in. "But so far, he's refused, thanks to the magic I mentioned..."

A heavy silence weighed over them for a while, before Jellal simply said. "... Wow... We're two odd people..."

Harry couldn't help himself. He laughed, loudly, but quietened down quickly when he remembered the slumbering Wendy. When he regained his composure, he looked at the amused Jellal and said. "You got that right, Jellal... I'm here chasing a semi-immortal dark wizard, and you're chasing magic draining portals between dimensions... We've got two very odd duties to perform..."

"Duties... Huh, I never thought of it like that really. I suppose that's right though, I do kind of feel like I 'have' to do this, y'know?" Jellal asked.

"I know exactly what you mean... Exactly... We're similar people Jellal, I can sympathise, trust me." Harry said, by way of reassuring his young friend.

The blue haired Edolas prince with the tattooed eye, smiled slightly, before laughing and joking. "Next thing I know you'll be telling me you were famous in your world, or that you've got a tattoo concealed under your glasses or something..."

There was an awkward silence just then, and Jellals face grew a little concerned as he read the silence for what it meant. "Harry?"

As part of an answer Harry lifted up his fringe, to reveal the lightning bolt shaped scar that marked his forehead. "No tattoo i'm afraid, but i've got this." He chuckled. Then Harry laughed a little harder before saying. "And back home they used to call me the-boy-who-lived. I was, whether I wanted to be or not, a celebrity."

Jellals mouth fell agape, before he started to laugh too. "No way. Why the-boy-who-lived?"

"It's because of what gave me this scar. There's a spell in my world, the killing curse. And, well it does just that, kills no matter what. No one has ever survived being hit with a killing curse."

At this information Jellals face lost some of it's levity, growing astonished and a little fearful. The thought of one spell that could just, kill, like that was daunting to say the least.

"No one ever survived it... Except me." Harry said with a half hearted smile. "Hence, 'boy who lived'... It was that killing curse that gave me this scar actually." He said informatively, tapping the lightning bolt mark. "Given to me by Voldermort."

"Is that why you and him are magically bound?" Jellal queried.

"Sort of..." Harry answered.

"Wow..." The Edolas prince uttered, not for the first time.

The two both had very remarkable backgrounds. Pasts that shared certain details that made them something of kindred spirits. Perhaps that was why they had told each other their stories, after scarcely having known each other for a day or two.

Then Jellal started to chuckle, which turned into a guffaw, all pretence of not waking Wendy having been forgotten. "So, what are you? Me from a different world?"

Harry joined in the chuckling, and added his own idea. "Hey, why can't you be Me from a different world? Why do I have to be you?"

"Oh shut up." Jellal chuckled good-naturedly. "Hey, maybe there's a me in Earthland somewhere?"

"You mean, maybe there's an 'us' in Earthland." Harry corrected mockingly. The Edolas prince laughed a little harder at that, and Harry continued to say. "I don't know what you're laughing at. If i'm you from another universe, that makes us what? Brothers? Maybe I should start calling you lil' bro."

"Don't you dare." Jellal tried to say threateningly, but a grin peeked at the corners of his mouth, and the veil of faux hostility gave way to more chuckles.

It was hard to believe the two had only met a few days ago, but they shared experiences that made them fast friends. Both pretty much strangers in an unfamiliar land, well, one more so than the other, but still. Birds of a feather and all that.

Little did they know, that their entire conversation had been overheard by a one, blue haired girl, who was supposed to be sleeping...

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A/N: Another chapter said and done. Hope you enjoyed it. :)