Thanks for the reviews! I know I haven't updated in a while but I'm putting the story on pause for a bit. I'm having trouble writing the next two chapters since they contain crucial plot info and having writer's block trying to explain it. I will be working on another story called Guns and Magic until I can figure it out. Anyway, here's an omake to tie you over for the time being. Might be canon, might not. Takes place after the first year.

Omake: The mind is a terrible thing to read AKA Dumbledore gets it.

Dumbledore looked up at the two Takamachis. He knew something was up. Fate's neutral expression was fairly normal, but it was Nanoha that gave him pause: her usual exuberant smile had been replaced by a thin grim line, and her and Fate's posture was posed for instant action, hands clenched at their sides, and Nanoha's eyes held none of the sweetness she usually showed. He noticed that both of them were wearing their jewelry out of their uniforms. The two mages were looking right at his nose.

"Yes," he asked as the two second year mages came to a stop in about three feet from his desk, "How may I help you?"

"I understand that you were the one that placed Harry in the care of his relatives."

Like all who have ever heard Nanoha's 'Bureau Tone', Dumbledore winced at the cold professionalism that spoke volumes about her, though he managed to hide it well.

"Yes," he said carefully.

"Did you know that he was being abused? Beaten? Forced to do a despicable amount of chores? Starved? Made to live in conditions no self-respecting human being would place a dog in?"

"Yes, but I assure you it is for his own protection."

"Why?" Fate asked through clenched teeth, her and Nanoha barely controlling their anger.

"I do not have to tell you," he said somewhat sharply standing. "Now tell me who are you working for? Something about you two does not seem right to me."

The reaction wasn't what he expected. Nanoha and Fate looked each other in the eye. "He knows something," Fate thought.

"He's just guessing. Let's say no and see what happens. He may make a mistake and allow us to use force. Remember Lindy's instructions? If he refuses to answer or attacks, then take him down." Nanoha replied.

As one the two mages nodded and one turned to Dumbledore and said, "No. You are not allowed to know."

Dumbledore, fearing that they might take Harry away from his family and for his safety since they knew of Dumbledore's involvement, ordered, "Nanoha-san, look into my eyes."

Nanoha obeyed, her brilliant violet orbs meeting his electric blue.

Dumbledore sent a tendril of thought into her mind, only to be knocked back by a wave of brilliant pink energy. He rocked from the impact, though he managed not to fall.

He looked up only to see that Nanoha's eyes had turned cold. Fearful of the energy guarding her mind and of the expression he'd only ever seen on Voldemort, he drew his Elder Wand, gathering his magic for a spell.

"Big." Nanoha moved. She lept forward, using the edge his desk as a stepping stone to turn onto her side as her left heel collided with Dumbledore's nose with a sickening crunch. "Mistake." Using Dumbledore's face as a platform she placed a hand on the desk and flipped her self backwards as she snatched Dumbledore's wand as it fell, landing on her feet back where she was standing.

Dumbledore scrambled backwards, tripping over his seat in the process.

"Invading another's mind without permission is highly rude," Nanoha said as the Headmaster nursed his bleeding, broken nose, her tone cold as ice. She smiled sweetly, holding his wand by her side. "Care to reconsider?"

Dumbledore staring in frightened shock at his wand in her hand nodded

Author's Note: Nanoha's fighting style is what I practice, a fusion of Parkour and Martial Arts. For more info, look up Parkour on Wikipedia.

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