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Chapter 3
A cane slammed into the back of Harry's head, splitting the skin under the medium length hair. "Get up! Get up now, Novice!" The mentor screamed in her ear as she struggled to get back to her feet. Her knees buckling from the exhaustion that came with a hundred mile hike with no breaks. "Did I say you could stop?!"
"No, Sister Abigail," Harry told her clearly and without panting from lack of breath. "I'm sorry, Sister Abigail." Back on her feet, the soldier pushed her struggling legs forward to catch up with the platoon she was marching with. She hadn't been the first to fall, and would not be the last.
They marched over the mountainous terrain that transitioned into icy ledges. One of the more tired novices slipped and couldn't catch herself in time not to go over the edge. Harry dove after her falling form. Her hand latched onto the pack as the other clung to a shard of ice that somehow supported the weight of the combined women and their gear.
The girl clung to Harry's hand as they dangled over the ledge, clouds below them telling of the long fall that awaited the pair if they did not get back up. "Grab my legs, I need my hand back!" The soldier screamed down at the scared girl. "For the Emperor's sake, grab my fucking legs!"
The second command kicked the girl's mind into gear as she did just that. The moment Harry's hand was free, she swung it up and grabbed onto the side of the mountain, on one of the few exposed rocks. The girl quickly and efficiently climbed her body to the top, using her shoulders to vault back onto solid ground.
The moment she had made it up, the younger fighter's hand slapped down on Harry's and started hauling her back to safety. The adrenaline pumping through her body made the tired muscles seem fresh as the soldier clammered up to get away from the abyss.
The second that she was balanced, a cane whipped out, and struck her across the jaw. The mentor then grabbed the two and threw them back into rank without a word. They marched on.
Harry's hair finished settling down around his head, returning to the constant windswept style that even cutting it short hadn't fixed. The teen rubbed his head as he continued to walk with the orange-haired teen's arm around his shoulders. They arrived at the stairs and saw that Ginny and Ron were already there.
Ron cast a gaze at the barely exposed bracelet and the slight bulge in Harry's pocket while Ginny just gave a smile to the black-haired teen, then looked at the hard breathing teen next to him that was walking funny. "What happened to you, George?" Ginny asked.
George shook his head, but his brother would not let that stand. "We surprised Harry and he nutted him. Should have seen it, a thing of beauty." Fred said as he wiped a tear from his eye. George punched his brother in the arm as he settled against the railing, pulling out something from his pocket.
"Gather around," He said in a low voice. "We don't have much range for the audio yet." In his palm was what looked like two synthetic human ears on a string. He wound one around his finger to leave it in his palm and slowly lowered the second down with a steady hand.
The teen that had just got there looked around in slight confusion. "What are we eavesdropping on?" A hand was placed over his mouth by Fred and he cocked his head to signal him to listen. "If anyone has the right to know, it's him!" The group faintly heard Sirius's voice through the first ear. "If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have even known he was back! He's not a child, Molly."
The next voice that came over was the shrill voice of Molly Weasley trying to keep her voice down. "He's not an adult either! He's not James!" The black-haired one of the group's ears perked up at his father's name.
Sirius's tone took a growl to it. "And he's not one of your sons!"
"Well, he's as good as!" Molly replied in a victorious way, like she had won the conversation. "Who else has he got?" Harry's hands gripped the railing, but did nothing.
"He's got me!" Sirius growled back. "I-"
"How touching. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon. Just like his godfather," A drawl voice cut in that Harry immediately recognized as Snape. His grip on the rail became so much tighter that the wood creaked. "I mean, he's already killed many times."
"Shut it, Snivellius!" Sirius barked as they heard the table rustle around and chair squeak. The man had obviously jumped out of his seat in his reply. However, before they could learn what would entail, a loud meow echoed through the outputing ear. Just below, they watched with quiet shouts, as Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, tore the ear off the string. The feedback from the input being taken out cut the moment the strong was broken and the cat walked off with a self-satisfied strut.
The twins calmly wound up the broken string as Ron commented, "Hermione, I hate your cat. Still." Harry snickered as he patted one of the twins on the back and walked back up to the room they were just in, hopping onto the empty bed that he had knocked Fred onto.
The rest of the gang had followed him in and taken positions around the room, the twins piling onto the other bed, Hermione sitting next to Harry, Ron leaning next to the door, and Ginny sitting next to her brothers.
"So... zdravstvuyte guys. How's your summers been?" Harry said as he leaned onto his knees, careful about the pressure he placed on his bad leg. They gave him a strange look at the greeting, but he ignored it.
Hermione had spent the summer reading and even went to France again where she was able to go to their magical shopping district, grabbing some special books they didn't sell in Diagon alley.
The Weasleys had a nice relaxed summer where they mostly stayed at the building they were currently in, though they described it as torture.
The claw bit into her leg as she fought for her firearm that was just out of reach. The power suit just stopped the claw from tearing through to her bone. The insect-like alien seemed to relish in her struggle and threw her to the side, right onto on of her dead comrades, a squad she had led as well as had been ambushed in, and under another Tyranid's torso that was devouring another sister to the side.
The bug got annoyed at the distraction and slammed his claw down onto Harry's stomach, piercing the suit. The claw went through her, impaling her to the ground in a painful mess. She coughed out and right as the bug was about to pull its claw out, a bolt came from nowhere and blew the upper part of its face off, leaving it to slump over her and her dead comrades.
The sound of a renewed fighting filled the air around her as new Inquistors joined the battle. The fighting approached her and soon away from her, all the while, she held the claw inside her stomach so that she didn't die of blood loss, no matter how much it hurt.
She felt the burn of every stray drop of stomach acid hitting the unprotected organs, barely held back as it tried to eat through the claw to no avail. If a bolter couldn't get through the claw armor, acid wouldn't either. 'So this is how I die? Thirty years old. On my third year under the Inquisition as a Sororitas Acolyte, left to die in the middle of a field of bugs. Fuck. This was my last outing too before I could go back, maybe fucking finally become a full sister!'
Hours passed as the sun slowly set on the horizon that Apothecaries and guardsmen swept through the battlefield to collect the dead and prep them for the funeral that was to come. Harry tried to give a cough, but her strength had long since been sapped by clinging to life.
However, the Emperor was watching over her that day as her leg was sticking out from under the giant Tyranid, so an Apothecary had to dig her out to get her. He pushed the alien back and gasped when he saw the woman under it staring back at him with glowing green eyes, her long white hair covered in her own blood.
The black armor and red cloth that covered her was heavy with blood. The emblem for the Order of Our Martyred Lady was painted crimson. She tried to speak, but all that came out was dark red crimson fluid. "To me!" The man roared out as he looked at her, one arm lifting the carcass of the dead Tyranid Ravener. "We have a living one here!"
The man crouched next to her and pulled out a chain sword from his belt. "Hold the claw," he ordered one of the guardsmen that had arrived. They did so and he started cutting through the claw so they could move her.
The feeling of the claw vibrating sent agony through her being, her hand clawing onto one of the medics holding the claw as she gritted her teeth, refusing to scream. It took the strong marine an hour to cut all the way through the claw, in that time, her arm had gained an IV and transfusion so she had blood pumping through her veins to replace the pool that was on the ground.
The moment the claw was free, she was lifted up and placed on a metal stretcher, transported onto a ship so that they could get her to the medbay. Harry clung onto life with a fierce grip, even as it became slippery to hold with every passing minute.
When they tried to give her something to put her under, she used her free arm to shatter the medicine vial and glared death at the medic that had tried to put her out. Harry knew that if she was not awake, she would lose the grip she had and pass on.
The surgery, she was awake for. Her eyes were closed and hands bending the steel bars on the bed as they removed the claw and moved her innards so that they were clear of the acid. Every stitch and patch work they used to keep her alive was felt in its entirety.
Harry couldn't stop her screams as they started cutting into the burnt tissue that her stomach acid had ruined, so they gagged her so she didn't distract them from their work. Her stance on not taking the drugs no matter how much pain she was in had yet to change.
It took two days to patch her up enough that she would heal fully and Harry never slept nor stopped feeling the pain. The recovery took a month of multiple surgeries and physical therapy on a detachment ship to get her back to base. However, by the time she was nearing the Order's base world, Harry was pushing herself as hard as ever to regain her lost muscles from the surgery and month of resting
She heard the announcement that they would be arriving at the training camp as she hung from the ceiling by her feet, holding a hundred pound weight to her stomach as she did curl ups to the ceiling, sweat dripping down. The large pink scar was highlighted on her stomach.
It was the size of a fist and punched through the middle-right side of her stomach, far enough away that it hadn't touched her spine.
A sharp pain shot through Harry's stomach for a second as Ginny complained about never being allowed to get out of the house as Voldemort was out and about. She inhaled sharply at the sudden pain and grabbed her stomach. "Are you okay Harry?" Hermione asked her friend.
Said teen blinked as he took a breath. "Yeah... Just a bit of leftover pain punched me," She, 'No... I'm a he... right?' lied as his hand held onto his stomach. The bushy-haired girl looked at him with a worried expression and he gave a grin back as a reply. "So Ginny... Why would Riddle be a problem if you're at the alley? It's not like he has the manpower or balls to stage an attack on Diagon Alley."
The younger girl blushed at the word choice Harry used and shrugged. As she was about to reply, a shout came from downstairs, "Dinner!" The Weasleys all jumped up and bolted downstairs, minus the twins for some reason, but they just snickered as they pulled their wands out.
Harry followed Hermione at a slow pace, feeling his stomach to find that there was indeed a scar present on his flesh, a fresh one by the tender nature of it. He was a bit distracted at the revelation that Mira's wounds would soon become his, but not enough to hear the sound of the twins teleporting right behind their mother.
The woman gave a scream of fright and slapped the twins away from her. "All because you can use magic, doesn't mean you can just wipe your wands out at every chance!" Harry had to cover his mouth to stop the snort that came to the surface. He knew she didn't mean it like that, but being around soldiers for so long had warped his perception of humor a bit, made it more crude. "You hungry, dears?" she asked after a breath, looking at Hermione and Harry.
"I can always eat," Harry shrugged as he gave her a smile. The pair arrived at the dinner table and Harry took a seat next to Sirius, much to the man's delight. The food was dished out and conversations picked up for a bit before Arthur brought up the hearing. "This is very very peculiar! It would seem your hearing will be in front of the entire Wizengamot!"
The black-haired teen shrugged his shoulders as he ate. "Don't understand why. Sure I got attacked and harmed one of their dementors, but the charges they are leveling against me should be cut and dry. I used magic outside of school, now I have to defend my actions, but to someone that isn't that important." Harry took a sip of his butterbeer, missing the taste of red wine that Mira had given him. "Seems like a waste of time for a rather important collection of political figures. Even if it is the 'boy-who-lived' and all."
Moody, who was standing to the side so he could watch over everyone while leaning on his cane, growled out, "Show him." He looked around. "He'll find out soon enough."
"Find out what?" Harry asked, looking around lazily as he took another sip. The large man, Kingsley, straightened out his paper and handed it to him. The teen took it in his hands and analyzed the front page. "The minister is also attacking Dumbledore too, trying to discredit the both of you and cover that You-Know-Who has returned," Moony said from across the table.
"Ah... So they demonized me in the media to make sure no news of Riddle's resurrection is believed. What a terrible leader," the teen said casually as he took another bite of food. "Going to get many people killed with his leadership. Probably is a puppet for the heretical bastard and doesn't even know it."
He handed the paper back to Kingsley who was just staring at him. "Wonder why he hasn't tried to charge me for Diggory's murder if Riddles isn't back," Harry thought aloud, which led to him thinking out a scenario so that the cover couldn't be blown. "Seems like the next logical step to cover things up would be that, maybe pay off some of the jury so that they vote guilty, skip a step in the judicial system to help prove my innocence, have me executed so that there can be no retrial to expose the return. Dumbledore would have assisted in the belief of a murderer and I'd be dead. No one to expose until it was too late."
At the silence, Harry looked around to see everyone staring at him with pale faces. "Of course, this is Fudge. Man's dumber than dirt and more corrupt than a heretic. He wouldn't think of it or risk being the one who killed the boy-who-lived, even if he was a dark wizard, too much backlash for the next election" He laughed out lightheartedly as he took a sip of his drink.
Sirius hummed out, but some life came back to his face. "We think that... Voldemort wants to build up his army again..." He glanced up and around, lingering on Molly, whom was slicing up some lettuce for a salad. "Fourteen years ago, he had huge numbers at his command. Not just witches or wizards, but all manner of dark creatures. He has been recruiting heavily and he have been attempting to do the same, with mixed success."
He took a breath as he continued on. "But gathering followers isn't the only thing he's interested in. We believe that... maybe Voldemort might be after something."
"Sirius," Moody said in a warning tone.
The forged on even with warning. "Something he didn't have last time."
Harry's head cocked to the side. "I would hope so. Is it a weapon of some type?"
Sirius looked like he was about to answer, but never got the chance as Molly butted in, "No, no! He's just a boy!" She said as she marched over.
"I'm really not," Harry said as he leaned back in his seat, hands resting on his stomach. The silver bracelet hanging onto his hand, trinkets dangling into his palm. "Please continue Sirius. Do we know or w-"
"None of that Harry, dear!" Molly interrupted to Harry's ire. "If you say much more, we might as well induct him into the order now!"
"I'm all for that," the teen in question said. "I know the basics of hand to hand combat mixed with advanced firearms training. I'm ready and willing to fight as I am now. I know enough combative spells that I had a comfortable back up plan for facing a dragon."
Sirius clapped his hands and leaned back in his chair, satisfied that Harry supported the decision. "None of that nonsense, dear! Off to bed with you! All of you!" The woman commanded as she took the empty plate from in front of Harry.
A hard exhale exploded out of Harry's nose, but he nodded all the same. He was tired and didn't feel like arguing this late at night. "Where am I sleeping?" He asked Sirius.
"You'll be with Ron, now off!" Molly answered the question for the fugitive. The tired teen simply nodded.
He was about to follow Ron when a thought came to him. "Oh, any of you know who has my vault key? I've never gotten from Dumbledore and I need to go buy some things tomorrow at the alley and in London."
Sirius hummed as he thought but Molly nodded. "I have it. It's too dangerous for you to go to the alley however, so I'll grab your school supplies when I go to pick up the boys' and Ginny's."
Harry stared at her for a moment. "I wasn't thinking of school. I need to go purchase some religious stuff, something I need to be there for," he replied. "Also it's nice to have the key to my own bank account within my possession."
The woman nodded grudgingly. "I'll give you the key, but you are not to leave this building until we can arrange something!" Harry easily agreed, knowing he could just walk out the front door at night and no one would be the wiser.
"You are going to curse every name you hear. Your only ally will be the girl next to you and the Emperor! You will not slack, you will not fall, and you will not fail or it shall be your death! You are here from a recommendation for your actions as a guard. Those are in the past and you will now earn your place in the Adepta Sororita or you will die in obscurity. Am I understood?" Harry nodded quickly. "Good."
The next two years was spent going through the hardest and most dangerous training that man could think of while keeping whoever succeeds it healthy. If the woman was tough enough, none of the tasks would do more than bruise, if not, they broke them, shattering bones and organs alike.
Death was common among the trainees. Harry was set with the older teens as she was already trained in combat and just tested to see if she had the skill set needed to be part of the group. Her skills matched the fourteen year olds, so she was placed in that group, meaning it was five years until she could become a full sister.
Every morning was spent with three hours of PT after a short breakfast. They worked out from five to eight and then went to the morning's sermon for two hours. Now, depending on the day, every Thursday and Tuesday they went on to do firearms and tech training to keep up accuracy and how to repair or make tech needed in the field. On the other days, they spent the rest of the day doing more PT. There were tiny breaks where they quickly ate some nutrition paste to keep their muscles in working order and bodies moving, but other than that, it lasted until seven where they had another sermon, then they had one hour of free time before bed.
Harry used her free time to work more on mastering the bolter and getting her body to accept the crushing recoil it offered while staying on target.
The routine was not broken all year. Get up, eat, work, pray, work, eat, pray, work, sleep. Harry felt herself grow stronger every day as she was pushed past human limits and forced herself to work beyond them, doing an extra set past what she was ordered to do with every exercise. She had come in late and needed to catch up to the spry young women she was training with.
Her flexibility wasn't to par, so she forced herself to do stretches every day that promoted flexibility, no matter how much they hurt. The end goal was to be nearly a contortionist while in the middle of battle like the rest of the novices.
The soldier was viciously punching a wooden block with gloved hands hard enough to splinter the wood with every strike when a shout came from her mentor. "Novice Mira! Front and center!" The fist on the way to the block stopped immediately and she turned on her bare heels, running over to the mentor so she didn't make her wait.
"Ma'am?" She asked as she stopped at attention.
The woman looked down at her tablet. "You seemed to have been promoted. You will be joining the Inquisition for a service of three years as a Sororitas Acolyte. Congratulations Acolyte. You will pack up your gear tonight and report to briefing in building eleven at seven tomorrow ready to go off world." Harry gave a hard nod and waited to be dismissed. "Back to work."
The Inquisition took her off world within the hour after the briefing. She was outfitted in a power suit and given a crash course in how to move around in it before sent off. The woman finally understood how Space Marines could move in their armor. No matter how much it was explained to her, feeling how the suit enhanced one's strength was unnerving.
Harry spent a total of four months on board the ship as it flew off to the far reaches of the Imperium controlled space. She would be landing on a border planet that showed hints of heretics. In that time, Harry was able to learn all she could about the work of an inquisitor and what it entailed. Mostly it was cut in dry, a policing force against all things alien or chaos.
To prepare her for what she was about to do, the Inquisitor, Primus, told her that she was training with him for the trip. He was a little surprised at the Acolyte's lack of clothes during training. Though, like Harry when she first started training with the sisters, the man got over her wearing the bare essentials around people while training.
He pushed her near as hard as the mentors did in the Inquisition's style of training, teaching her a hand to hand combat style that was meant to utilize a power axe and chain sword combo. He showed her a few more variants of exercises that he had made in his two centuries of life to improve his speed, knowing the sisters valued speed over strength.
She in turn showed the man a few little tricks as a sister novice that the man hadn't been exposed to before, like how working out in little clothing with no boots on rough terrain toughened the skin so it was harder to cut. Having grown up in power armor, this idea was out of the box for the man.
Harry showed her determination to learn as she improved leaps and bounds in the style of fighting that the Inquisitor imparted on her. She mostly kept to the schedule she had lived with for the past two years, so not much changed for her on the ship to the border planet.
The investigation there was quickly finished as a portal to the warp was detected soon after arriving, allowing the platoon of soldiers and two elites to find the heretics and put them down before any chaos troops could come through. Next was clean up from around the place to find anymore traces of the taint on anyone. Only a few were found, but not many.
And that was the life of the Acolyte for two and a half years. Travel, train hard, learn new techs as much as she could, occasionally land on a planet when activity was spotted, fight a small skirmish against the traitors and their summoned abominations, then back to training. The only difficulty was finding the people that had mutations, but with technology and faith, they were rooted out before long.
All of that turned sour on the third year when she landed on a war world that was scheduled for reconstruction soon. All traces of the threat that had destroyed it was gone, leaving a few outposts of humanity around to keep it secure.
She dismounted with a squad of guardsmen with her, patrolling around and going through the outposts to see if they were still loyal to the Emperor. As they jumped over some ruins and marched through a destroyed town on the once feudal world, the ground erupted in pillars of dirt, and screeches of rage.
Harry's bolter was already firing into the dirt as she backpedaled back to her squad, who was doing much the same. She planted her hand to the side of her helmet, "Contact! Ambush on sector nine-three-four-seven!"
A scream to her side made her glance over to see a Tyranid Ravener slam it's four claws through his body. In a spray of gore, it quartered the man before Harry could gun it down. "Ravener!" She shouted over her headset over the sound of her roaring bolter.
The squad did a great job, all that Harry could ask of them, but there were too many of the bugs. She was soon disarmed and impaled upon one of their claws.
Back on the sisters of battle's world, Harry quickly showed what she had learned. Even with the fresh new patch over her stomach, she was deemed ready for the initiation.
So at thirty, Harry found herself shipped out immediately to a war world that they were losing to the Ork threat. Harry was honored that they thought she was ready enough to go fight in a war with her sisters, so she was on a ship within the day.
The coming three years were of hell for the soldier told her it wasn't an honor in the least. She questioned everything she had learned from the sisters as she fought in battles that made the second war for Armageddon a small skirmish. Millions died around her every month as she slept in trenches or underground bunkers to avoid the constant debris falling from the sky from the air battles.
The sound of mortars became a lullaby to the woman as she slept in her power suit, ready to sprint into combat at a second's notice with her sisters. Her work outs had been replaced with live action that pushed her to the mental and physical brink every evening. She fought no matter how tired or wounded she had become.
Bullet wounds were spread out, but by year three of fighting, she had amassed a collection of ten more and one axe down her face. It barely missed cutting her eye and left a nasty groove down the left side of her face diagonally to her jaw bone.
The bolter bucked back into her hand with every shot, the armor absorbing the impact so the barrel climbed on a hint before she fired the second round off, killing the charging orks as Space Marines, a detachment of Space Wolves, cut through their left flank. Her boot was planted onto a concrete divider, bracing her so that she could lean into her rifle without overbalancing forward trying to compensate for the push the firearm gave her.
Her sisters were crouched down next to her barrier, firing from behind cover. It was a long time since that they were fresh battle sisters. Now they were hardened to war and followed her commands as their leader. She had proven she could lead enough that the Adepta Sororita had given her a detachment of three sisters under her command. Promoting her to a Sister Superior.
The ork charge would not stop, but neither would the faithful warriors. Ammo was becoming an issue, but with a lasgun at the ready on each sisters' backs, something that Harry had demanded her detachment keep on them at all times due to needing a backup weapon, they were able to discard the bolters when they ran out of rounds to fire.
"Bomb Squigs! Two twenty degrees, Marines!" Harry called over her radio as she fired at the explosive balls of teeth. A grunting confirmation came over the headset as the Marines focused fire on the small devils, blowing them up along with anything around them.
The ground under the marines erupted into a mess of shrapnel and the sound of a loud echoing boom was heard to the west. "Tank! West, on the hill!" One of the surviving marines called out as they continued to fight, heedless of at least half their numbers that were dead on the ground.
Harry looked at her sisters and back at the tank. "Will! You're in charge." The indicated sister, a black-haired woman that hadn't gotten her hair dyed white which made IDing her easy, shouted out her acknowledgment. "I'm on it," Harry said over the radio as she dashed out of cover, power axe and sword in hand. A good thermite grenade should melt through the cannon, rendering the gun useless.
The path to the tank was filled with battling orks and guardsmen, so it would take some time to reach them. Making sure her helmet was fully on, the only exposed part was her long hair from under the helmet as a seal was not needed at the time, Harry charged the line.
Her power axe ripped through orks with sickening ease and her chain sword finished them off. The strength buff she had in her power armor had the chain sword more capable of hacking apart limbs in a faster time.
It felt like hours, but only a few minutes passed as the tank bombed the battlefield, killing ork and Space Marines alike. The sound of the canon going off was deafening as Harry approached, but she didn't allow it to stop her killing a way to the armor. The moment she got within throwing distance, the thermite grenade was flying through the air, magnesium burning bright as it attached itself to the side of the barrel.
The moment the hole melted in, the tank fired another round, not noticing or not being able to stop itself. The round detonated inside the tube and blew the tank to pieces, the shells inside going up with the tank.
The resulting explosion picked Harry up off his feet and threw her dozens of meters away. The only reason she didn't go deaf was the helmet that she had deadening the sound to an ear ringing level. Even though her hearing was protected, the explosion had damaged her organs. "I'm hit," Harry gasped out through her headset. "Internal damage."
"On our way," One of the Space Marines yelled over his mic, killing orks around him. "Sisters, on us! For Russ! For the Wolftime!" The sound of gunfire lifted in the air as the marines roared out their battle cry over their gunfire.
Harry barely crawled behind cover as she watched the feral warriors carve through the army with claws and swords in their hands, bolters laying cold on their belts. Their fighting was beautiful to the soldier's eyes as she watched them advance. The flawless swings, the powerful strikes that launched orks into the air, how they shrugged off wounds in their frenzy. It was a thing of art.
A hulking figure slid down next to her and spun her onto her stomach. The sight of a black armored man with wolf and skull covered armor filled her vision. He quickly unlatched her armor and took the chest piece off, tearing the thin fabric she had left on her body to reveal her bruising torso.
"Internal bleeding..." He mumbled as he took out a potion from a bullet-proof pouch. "Drink. It will clot the blood." Harry shakily grabbed the potion and knocked it back. The taste was that of blood and copper, but she easily swallowed the concoction. He handed her a second one as he rubbed a paste onto the bruised areas. "Will deaden the pain so you can continue to fight." She took that one too in a big gulp as the man slammed her chest piece back over her body and seal it. "On your feet," he ordered, reaching down with one of his large hands.
The potion was already taking affect as she reached out and grasped the hand, grip growing firmer as she was pulled up. Her lasgun was pressed into her arms and she shouldered it. The Large man, the Space Wolves' wolf priest, nodded at her and rejoined his brothers.
Harry followed the man and tore her own path next to the men as she found her sisters with them. The battle slowed down enough that the fighters were able to regroup with the guardsmen in the bunker that the superiors were based out of.
"We are retreating. The city is lost and we've only have a handful of platoons remaining," The officer in charge of the battle said as he stared at a hologram of the battlefield. There were far too many reds and slowly blinking out blue icons on the map. "Please cover our retreat, my lords and ladies," the man said with a dead look in his eyes.
Harry nodded and slapped her comrades on the back, staring at a group of dots. "Resupply. We'll hit that company of orks to cover that sector's retreat."
The leader of the Wolves looked over the map. "We will take on the tank convoy to the north. We will be taking your explosives, coronal." The man nodded as he rubbed his face. The men and women departed to do as they said.
The battle was hard fought as they had no reinforcements, but a company of orks against four battle sisters would never be a simple battle. Harry had gotten the girls to take a Judgment launcher each with eighteen rounds apiece. They set up in ruins above where the orks would be, having launched the grenades to cover the street before they had climbed to their buildings, covering them with rubble so they were not seen.
The orks came in on slow moving trucks, munching on human legs or squigs as an after battle snack. "Blow it," Harry's voice whispered over the sister's headset. The women pressed down on the detonator button on their launchers at once. All seventy-two grenades went off, destroying half the company of orks and all their vehicles in one large swoop. "Fire," Harry mumbled over her mic as she prepped her stalker model bolter. "Three and move."
Streams of bullets zipped out of the buildings, twelve orks dying. Harry picked herself up the moment the third ork in her sight died. Her wounds bothered her, but that didn't stop the sister from plowing through a weakened wall and quietly jump across to an adjacent building.
She slid down in a window and picked off three more orks as her sisters did the same before she relocated to the upper floor of the building. It took ten minutes, but all the orks were dead or wounded in the streets. A few must have gotten away, but they had provided enough distraction.
The sound of heavy explosives going across the city from their north told them all they needed to know of how the Wolves were doing. "Fall back. Our job is done," Harry said over her mic as she went to ground level to regroup.
The way back to the bunker to join the retreating element was filled with pats on the backs and praise for an operation well done. "I am going to make sure we have our fill tonight and then find somewhere that holds sermons," Harry laughed as she jogged to the base. The sisters under her gained smiles at the thought of a full stomach and a chance to visit a church. It had been years since they had experienced either.
Hopping into a bird, they grabbed a seat next to some guardsmen that gave them glances, but they had been around long enough that they were past the awe stage and more of the, they are there, stage.
The ship lifted off and they were soon watching the crumbling city from the air as the orks took it. "Anyone know the status of the Space Wolves?" Harry asked over the officer radio.
A voice crackled to life. "They are on their way out in a bird. They suffered one casualty from the diversion." Satisfied with the answer, the soldier leaned back and took over the helmet, shaking out her sweat and blood-streaked hair. Her sisters did the same thing and relaxed back even with the constant echoes of explosions shaking the bird they were on.
The guards chatted around them, relieved they were still alive from the fight. "We showed those greenskins what was what, didn't we?" One of the men laughed out as he held a bleeding arm. The men around him chuckled as they checked over their weapons.
The group arrive at a base they still held and dismounted. Harry was the first to get off the transport as she needed to get to the medic before the drugs were fully out of her system. "Sister Superior Mira. Report to the mess hall with your detachment, immediately," a voice came over the loudspeakers as the woman marched.
The woman internally sighed as she gestured for her team to follow. They arrived at the mess hall with a little help from guardsmen going about their business. The first thing that Harry saw was a group of Inquisition members standing in front of the mess, on a small stage. "Sister Mira! Please come forward," the inquisitor of the group shouted out.
Harry didn't hesitate to follow the order and jumped up onto the stage with quiet footsteps. She stood at attention as the inquisitor looked her over. He was wearing a large brim hat with black power armor under it. He motioned for his warriors to stand next to Harry. They seemed to be a detachment of space marines, of the Black Templar chapter.
"Grab her," the hatted-man ordered and before Harry knew what was happening, she was on her knees in front of the inquisitor with two templars holding her down with the rest aiming their guns at her squad as they were about to attack. "For consorting with a Daemon traitor, I hereby sentence you to death!" He pulled out a pistol from his belt.
"WHAT?!" Harry screamed as she struggled against the monsters of humanity that were holding her down. "I have been faithful to the Emperor all my life!" She struggled harder as she tried to get away from the obvious traitor or abuser of power.
"Captain Titus." She froze when she heard this name. "Ah, you do remember him. Sad to say he has fallen to darkness and been put down for it. We must make sure his taint doesn't spread any further. While you have not shown any symptoms of the taint, we must be careful. Take heart, your team will not be harmed." The man pressed the pistol against Harry's forehead, right above the right eye and pulled the trigger.
"Ahh!" Harry screamed out in terror as she bolted upright in her bed. Blood jetted out of her skull and pain filled her body. She grabbed her sheet and pressed it against her skull, careless about how much her body hurt. "Ron!" She roared out, startling the boy awake and he turned to see his friend holding a blood-soaked sheet to his face, a green eye glaring over at him. "Get a medic, or Pomfrey! I have a hole the size of my damn finger in my face!"
He stumbled back away from the teen and ran out of the room. "Help!" She heard him yell. "Harry's hurt! Help!" The teen remained in the room and slid his legs off the side of the bed and took his shirt off, momentarily taking the blanket away from her face so that she could get the shirt off.
Tossing the blanket to the side, she folded the shirt and pressed it against her skull, checking to see that there was in fact immense amounts of bruising on his torso. "Fucking greenskins, fucking inquisition." Harry snarled out as she fought against letting the pain get to her.
A set of running feet was heard racing down the hall and the door that had been partly open was taken off the hinges and splintered as Sirius barreled in. "Harry!" He screamed as he did so, vaulting over Ron's bed in one leap and stopping just short of Harry.
His eyes were wide and skin pale as he looked over the injured teen. "I need Pomfrey or someone experienced in battlefield medicine. My skull has a 6 centimeter in diameter hole in it and I have internal damage across my body.
As if by call, Pomfrey dashed in wearing pajamas and ran to Harry's side. The teen lifted her shirt off the wound and the two gasped as they saw a bit of her brain through the hole. "I need the bone closed."
She examined it for a second. "Skele-gro is still in your system. The hole is already doing a fairly good job closing on its own. I'd give in a few minutes, but here." She opened her bag and handed him a large vial of more of the disgusting liquid.
Harry grabbed it and forced it down her throat, careful about not moving her head. It tasted worse than the potion the wolf priest had given her, but the distinct painful tingle in her head was felt over the pain. The nurse hummed as she watched the bone grow with a pale face.
She threw out a few medical spell and gasped at the results. "Your brain is fine, but the rest of your organs are damaged and muscles severely atrophied, how did you lose muscle so fast, I just checked you over?! The new scars are also worrying, but they come up as old and healed." Harry looked down to see her bullet wounds around her body and she knew that, under the blood, the axe scar from the war was there.
Ron and Hermione quickly came into the room as the trio waited for the medicine to take hold and finish off fixing his skull. The pair immediately threw up to the side before they stumbled out of the room. Pomfrey ignored them as she handed Harry a few potions for blood and repair.
The teen took them and her body felt better almost instantly. "How did you hurt yourself so badly, Mister Potter?" The nurse asked in a worried tone. Harry didn't say anything as she waited for the medicine to close the hole in her head. She didn't like being called mister, but didn't care at the moment as she felt horrible.
The potions slowly took hold and righted what was wrong. Harry gave a sigh of relief as she relaxed, chin cradled in her hand, leaning on her knees. "That hurt," she absently commented as she used her free hand to grab the bloody sheet and wiped her face off on a clean end.
"H-harry? Are y-you okay, pup?" Harry nodded at the older man and gave him a heartfelt smile, ignoring the fact that she just experienced getting her head blown off by an order she was part of. Right in front of her team no less.
Pomfrey humphed and looked at Harry with a critical eye. "What happened to you, Mister Potter?" she demanded from the teen sitting on the bed, covered in his blood. A deep scar was visible on their cheek along with many old wounds around their exposed torso.
Harry scratched her face and shrugged at the query. "Don't know. Woke up in pain, had a hole in my head, so I called for help. I want to know why, but I honest have no idea." The confused teen put all the honesty she could into her words and the nurse didn't look like she believed them, but left it.
She packed up her gear and hummed. "I will be here for tonight. Mister Black, please have a room prepared for me." She turned back to Harry. "You will stay in bed until I tell you that you can get up."
The teen nodded and Sirius pulled out a wand, cleaning the sheets and his body of any trace of blood. The nurse watched as he laid back down and nodded to herself. Harry was asleep in moments, her sleep not being any bit restful.
The next morning, she woke up feeling fine, the potions having done their job. Her leg and arms were still tender, along with her head, but she felt well enough considering. Harry saw that Ron was still snoring like a chainsaw, so she got up and stalked out of the room, finding the bathroom to clean up, making a stop at her trunk for some clothing.
At the bathroom, the mirror on the wall showed the true change to her body. Fourteen bullet scars were spread across her body, two on the left leg, three on the right, one on the right arm, another on the left. The rest were on her front along with the claw scar.
Her lightning bolt had a round hole at the top of it, covered by the short fringes that Harry had. "Going to need to get rid of that with scar cream," Harry mumbled as she added the cream that reduced if not just eliminated scars to her shopping list.
When she was clean and in new clothes, Harry went back to lay down in bed to do some of the homework she missed, the textbooks needed next to her. Humming a hymn to herself as she worked. Paperwork was a course in officer training, so she easily cross referenced books to make sure the homework was well written in pen, not touching the quill as it was rather stupid in her futuristic thinking mind.
She finished her homework quickly and quietly, easily ignoring the chainsaw going off next to her, used to bombing runs and falling aircrafts while she worked. The work was placed on the top of her trunk as the teen got off the bed and started praying to the holy guardian.
For two hours, she prayed as she had done in training, and when the clock hit seven, she finished up the session. Not tired, but not wanting to prolong her recovery, the teen crawled back into bed with her old first year textbooks to go over them.
Before, where she thought they were just so bland even if they talked about magic, now with the texts as dry as a shipping report in her mind, Harry easily read the books and took notes to productively pass the morning. It killed time and by nine, Molly was shouting up for everyone to get up and ready for the day, breakfast was soon.
That gave Harry just enough time to finish her potions textbook. They had saved her life in this world and the one before, so learning their secrets would help her survival. She was a warrior, even without the memories, so she knew that being a medic would not suit her lifestyle. She, dare say, liked violence, in smaller quantities than something like war. The thought of becoming a soldier was an appealing one, but this world did not let women… 'I'm a guy.' So soldier would work, but she would have to be a guy. But… I'm really not one anymore.'
Well... I'm about fucking done with giving y'all works. I'm trying my hand at writing a story about a subject I enjoy the premise of, trying my fucking best to be sensitive towards everyone in general because I like to think myself a GOOD FUCKING PERSON! But no. No, I a perverted asshole who should cut myself. Also a fag.
Guest: really cool idea but your so inlove with the chick your replacing him (NOT TURNING him into) with , and so obviously hate Harry so much damn much it makes the story hard to get into... the demontor part has been about the only part worth reading... the rest of it is confusing slapped together flashbacks with a chicks life that's cruel and sick (I know the warhammer universe...and the humans of it are just fucked up that's all it really is...the same people who like the humans of that universe secretly like there woman to tie them up and beat them too...the most pathetic and screwed up race in the dark and twisted universe by far!) and then mirrored it in Harrys already sad apthetic life... its bad enough the shit that really did happen in the books...but can tell your going to enjoy pilling more crap on someone while presenting them as "strong" but spending the entire time showing how weak and pathetic and how hard everything is...god go cut ur wrists and get over this crap and write a real trans Harry story that doesn't involve lots of sick twisted perversion...that's a horrible image to send oout for the trans community! Not all of us hate are selves and are running from seriouse damage! Some of us really where just born in the wrong body! Your Harry at best is going to be a little perv crossdresser! A real trans IS A GIRL! Being a horny fag and trying to right a real Trans story isn't going to work for u! u just don't know!
I didn't and truly do not understand some of the points she made. Hate themselves? Harry's rightfully confused, not outright hating herself. Heaping on troubles? Fucking merging two people together is a problem one over-fucking-comes in these types of stories! Yes, I understand some if not most trans-gendered people were born in the wrong body, but I don't think that merging a fucking female grim-dark space warrior with a damn teenage wizard with massive self-esteem issues by means of explainable soul MAGIC is normal!
And... Cruel and sick life of Mira? Christ, I didn't think the story was cruel nor sick! It was a flashback to how she trusted her god to guide her as a soldier and backstory on her LOVING home life. Am I being a horny fag, excellent choice of words to impart on one's sensitivity towards the matter, using a derogatory slur towards homosexuals.
I'm sorry. I needed to get that off my chest. The death threats last year still bother me and now being called a fag that should cut their wrists. Well... I. I am just starting hate writing for this site again, but I need the strangers' feedback to improve. I fucking hate a lot of people here, but I know the vast majority of you guys and gals are great people and I love your reviews. They brighten my day when I get advice or suggestions for my story. But then this happens and i got bullied enough through my school career, eight fucking years of it. I do not need it on a site where I voluntarily give you free stories to read. And I do feel bullied from this, no matter how sissy that is. Also, if you're going to leave a comment like this, don't be a coward and hide behind a guest account.