Edited:
As of November 2020
Just cleaning some Grammar and Spelling mistakes.
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"Welcome to the Shrieking Shack, Enchantments and Potions to cure all ills, from colds to boredom. How may we help you today?"
"That's a rather long slogan," A familiar voice stated as the figure approached the counter.
"Miss Hana?" Harry blinked before straightening himself, "W-what are you doing here?"
She looked around the shop, "I was told this is the best shop in town for magical artifacts."
"We do our best," Harry declared proudly. "But you've known about us for months and never came in before," he pressed.
Hana just stared for a moment well Harry continued to smile nervously at her. Finally she said, in her usual blank voice, "I need a bag of Holding."
Harry forced himself to maintain a smile, "We have several different models with that enchantment."
He walked out from behind the counter and showed her one of the aisles.
She slowly blinked with no other indication of shock at what was in front of her. The aisle was as long as a football field inside their little shop.
"Well we are a magic shop," Harry smiled. "Same principle as the bag of Holding. The aisles are just bigger on the inside."
"Spacial parameters altered through interdimensional physics... I'm aware of the theory," ... okay she cheated and got that from Harry's thoughts, without a clue what it meant, but she didn't want the boy to think she was an idiot. She frowned as she saw the boy pout. With a quick scan of his electric waves she realized the boy was disappointed he didn't get to show off his knowledge of magic. Apparently most psychics in Japan didn't get this and he liked explaining it. Wrong move then, she had been hoping to impress him but instead he was focusing on his spoiled fun.
She stared blankly at him, not letting him pick up on any of this through her expression.
Harry just sighed and showed her to the bags. They had all manner of purses and backpacks, all made by Harry's dad or Harry himself. His dad taught him how to sew all kinds of things as well as enchant them. Sewing was a necessary skill for a werewolf with how often you tattered your own clothes. It was one of the skills he passed to Harry. Well that and cooking, Remus was a great cook and taught Harry to follow in his paw prints.
Harry's friends kept teasing him about what a good house wife he'd make.
"This will due," Hana's voice brought Harry out of his thoughts. She picked up a black shoulder bag with far too many pockets and zippers. One of Harry's earliest attempts that no one had ever wanted to buy. Finally someone wanted it.
"How much does it hold?" She asked.
"Not that much, only 250 pounds for the main pouch and 25 for each of the pockets... It's only a novice level enchantment," Harry admitted. "But the extra pockets make it easier to organize all your stuff."
Hana nodded, "I don't think I'll need more then that. How much?"
"10 Galleons or 6,536 Yen," Harry smiled, "It's pretty cheap because it's only a novice level bag,"
She nodded, "I'll take it."
"Cool, Let's go back to the front desk and I'll ring it up," Harry smiled and walked her back.
They stayed in an awkward silence for what felt like hours but couldn't have been more then a few moments.
"I'm sorry," She suddenly said as they walked.
"Eh?" Harry blinked, "What for?"
"When we first met I wasn't very kind... you frightened me," She admitted but strangely her face and voice were still hollow.
"Because of my dad?" Harry sighed.
"No..." She admitted. "I didn't even know your father was a Lycan until Tohru told me... she kept insisting that I make an attempt to be your friend since we both feel the electric signals."
Harry blinked. He wasn't aware Tohru would care if they got along.
"I was going to talk to you at school but this seemed more appropriate." She stopped walking and looked at him with those eyes, eyes looking at his very soul. She studied him for a silent moment, really creeping him out but he tried to be still for her. She was reading him. A bit rude to do that without asking but something priestess did to all 'potential threats'. He wanted to prove to her he wasn't dangerous.
After a few silent minutes she said, "There's something dark about you but I understand now it's not you. It's some kind of evil taint attached to your soul like a parasite. I thought you were possessed at first but now realize it holds no influence over you... currently. It's like it's hibernating... what is it?"
"... I don't know. I can't see what you do," Harry admitted.
"You feel it," She observed, still staring at him like that. "You feel the darkness in you and it scares you, but you've learned to live with it. Don't get to complacent or it might wake up."
Harry gulped, "I-I'll keep that in mind,"
Hana nodded and began walking. She didn't say anything as she walked to the counter, nor even as she paid for the bag.
Then she randomly blurted out, "You offered to take me to some magical hangouts, does that offer still stand?"
"Well I have to watch the shop right now," Harry informed.
"Nonsense," Grandpa Albus suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Go, enjoy your youth," he insisted. "I'll watch the counter well you're gone."
Harry smiled, "Thanks Grampa" He gave the old man a hug and ran off with Hana, eager to get off work even if it meant he'd spend the day with this creepy girl.
He was actually eager to get to know her. Who didn't want to be friends with a real life Priestess, even when they're just in training.
Remus peeked his head out from the window behind the counter just in time to spot Harry run out of the shop. He looked over at Albus, "I should dock that boy's pay. Honestly Albus if he was working for anyone else he'd likely get fired for just running off like that,"
"Forgive an old man," Albus smiled. "I don't mean to undermine you but it's important for a boy to enjoy there youth... besides I need to tell you something. It's not easy to say but really isn't something that should be put off. It's about Sirius."
Remus stayed quiet a moment before answering, "I know."
Albus blinked.
"I keep track of news in Britain... I know he's dead."
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The teens spent most of the day together after leaving the Shrieking Shack. They went off to various shops, arcades, and pubs. They might not be allowed to drink in the muggle world but magical beast could care less who they sold to. Still Harry only bought enough to give himself a nice buzz.
Hana even introduced him to the troll market under the bridge. It was heavily patrolled by her temple. As long as demons and monsters didn't try to eat anyone, the Priestess let them do their own thing.
The Priestess were the closest thing to law in Japan's magical world. They were self appointed judge, jury, and executioners. Dispensing justice based on what they personally thought was fair, with no ethical debates or accountability. Truthfully they were just a well respected gang of vigilantes. If Harry was to go full blown nerd, he'd say they were like the Japanese version of the Justice League... well maybe more like the Watchmen.
Only women with the highest Spirit Awareness could join their ranks. They spent years as Apprentices, mastering their powers, before becoming true Priestess.
The Priestess were both feared and loved. Although many of them could be apathetic, they were also the only protection there really was in Japan, when it came to magic.
Truthfully they weren't just a bunch of monster killers, although that's the first thing people thought of when they were brought up. They were also healers. They practiced the greatest healing magics at their temples and offered them for free. Even Dad's potions weren't as effective as the restoration magic of a Priestess.
A temple usually survived on Donations from the public and... extortion of monsters. Just the bad ones of course. Priestesses would steal money from drug dealers and human trafficking rings. Of course Monster run human trafficking was less about sex and more about dinner.
Letting his mind wander Harry looked over at Hana. She was just a disciple herself, but highly skilled. Well if her control over her 'electric waves' were any indication. Her elemental bending was legendary at school. She tended to zap anyone who annoyed her. The fact she'd yet to kill anyone, or even hospitalize them, spoke of her control. Although the muggle students didn't realize how much effort she was putting into not injuring them.
"You'd make a good monk," She suddenly said, as they walked through the city. The sun had long set and the troll market was left behind.
"You think so?" Harry blinked. Monks were more like the little helpers of Priestesses. They handled the more personal touches and fought by their sides. They were their assistants and companions. It was a respectable position, and hard to get, but they weren't as big a deal and didn't have such high standards to become an applicant. These temples had a very female dominant culture though with males very much being seen as the magically weaker of the sexes. It came from an old Japanese belief that magic ran stronger in women.
"You have the right temperament for it," She commented, getting Harry's mind back on track. "You'd even be able to exercise your 'saving people' compulsion on someone other then Kyo."
Harry almost asked how she knew about that, then remembered the reading. She probably picked up on his deepest darkest secrets and knew things about himself even he didn't know... she was probably basing her "You'd make a good monk" comment on more then just his charming personality. Still...
Harry shrugged, taking a bite of his ice cream wrap, "I don't think I could be a monk. I already have a job working in my father's shop and truthfully I like being a magical craftsmen. I'll probably continue down that road,"
"Most Priestess and Monks have jobs and patrol on their off hours,"
Harry blinked, "Really?"
Hana nodded, "The temple can't exactly pay the people there so unless you collect taxes from the Yokai you need a job,"
"You mean extort them," Harry scoffed.
"Exactly why most just have jobs," Hana informed. "You can make a nice living by stealing money from human trafficking and drug dealing operations though. Only bad guys get hurt in those situations... if you want I could put in a good word for you at my temple. Since the Sohma Dojo closed down you need somewhere to hone your skills."
Harry shook his head, "Sorry, I'm loyal to my master. I'm not about to abandon my dojo, just because he is going through some things at the moment."
"You can still train at your master's dojo. The temple won't require you to cut ties with anyone. We will just offer additional training, more specialized to our needs. The fact your Apprenticing as a magical craftsman would make you all the more desirable to my table."
Harry blushed at that and thought on it a moment, "I'll have to talk to my dad about it."
"Of course," Hana nodded.
They continued to walk in silence as Harry tried to think. However Harry froze seeing Tohru walking on the other side of the road with a rat by her side.
"What're they doing here?" Harry puzzled.
"Tohru works near here," Hana explained. "I was hoping to walk her home." She looked around for a place to cross. The area was largely fenced in.
Harry gulped and got an overwhelming urge to eavesdrop. He always was pretty nosy.
He fished an ear piece from his own "bigger on the inside" pocket and slipped it into his ear. It was enchanted to improve his hearing. He focused the sense past the street and onto the pair.
"For years living at Sohma house felt like living in a cage," He heard the rat say. "Akito always kept me as far away from everyone as he could, but what I wanted was to live a normal life with normal people. I wanted to move in with Shigure, enroll in this school. I wondered why he let me go at first. I soon found out, I could leave the house but leaving the cage... that wasn't so easy.
"No I'm still a Sohma, and no matter how much I might want to that is something I can never change. I'll always be... different. I know that. What scares me is if I get to close to someone they might realize that to... Not like Kyo,"
That shocked Harry to his core, to hear the rat say something positive about Kyo. This wasn't the conversation he expected. He thought the rodent would be bashing him and Kyo, after today, but this. This really was something private. He shouldn't be listening to this.
Unfortunately the talk went on and Harry continued to listen to the rat's heartfelt rant. "He's shy when he first meets someone but after he gets to know them a little he can open up and be himself. Because of what he is he can never be accepted into the Zodiac, but isn't it better that he can be accepted by normal people for who he is... That... is exactly what I always wanted. That's why I get so angry at him because he can't even see what he has. He's blinded by that foolish desire to join the very same family I've spent my whole life trying to run away from."
"Yuki," Tohru finally spoke. "People do accept you, alot more then you know. They're always talking about how nice you are."
"But that's not me. You say they accept me because I'm nice, well I only act nice because I want them to accept me, not because it's how I really feel. I'm not a good person I'm just... selfish."
"Let's go," Harry insisted to Hana as he ripped his spy piece from his ear, having heard much more then he ever wanted to. It kinda shattered his view of the rat being nothing more then a spoiled prick.
Hana looked at him. She blankly stared at him a moment before nodding her head. Whatever she picked up on, convincing her to agree. So they left, and didn't see Yuki change back.
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The next day at school Harry didn't know how to act around Yuki. He always figured the rodent was so standoffish, because he thought he was better then everyone else... who would have guessed it was actually because he had an inferiority complex.
Harry groaned as he sat back in his chair, trying to pay attention to the teacher but his mind stuck on other things. Dad always warned him about eavesdropping but he was such a nosy little brat he couldn't help it. Especially not when he thought someone might be talking about him.
After school he decided to ignore everyone and get home as soon as possible. Not only because he didn't want to deal with it, but because of what tonight was.
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"Kyo?" Shigure blinked seeing the boy walking towards the door with an overnight bag. "Running away already?" He smiled. The boy had only just got home.
Kyo looked up at him with a strangely docile expression, "It's a full moon tonight."
Shigure gaped for a second as the implication hit him. "I see, I hadn't realized... say hi to Harry for me."
Kyo nodded and walked out, giving a passing glance at Yuki who was sitting at the table. Tohru was sitting by Yuki looking solemn.
Yuki rolled his eyes, "What does he have to spend full moons meditating under waterfalls? He takes all that martial arts nonsense far too seriously."
"That's not it," Tohru looked... disturbed. "He's going to keep Harry company."
"Why would he-" Yuki suddenly stopped as he made the connection himself, "Oh..." was all he could say.
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Kyo growled. It was already dark out by the time he got to Harry's. The carrot top had forgotten his overnight bag at Shigure's so he had to walk all the way back after school. Then he got the bright idea that he should rent a movie and pick up some pizza as Harry needed something to distract him. Unfortunately that added a couple hours to his walk to the shrieking shack and now it was dark. At least Harry had his grandfather to keep him company tonight.
Kyo didn't know why but the second he touched the door to the shop his hair stood on end. All his instincts were screaming at him to run. He ignored it, like always, and unlocked the door with the key Harry gave him some years ago. The second the door cracked open he could hear the screams of agony and despair.
"Harry?" Kyo calmly called, a bit used to all this. He was about to close the door to not bother the neighbors when something jumped on him.
His body smashed to the ground and it took him a moment to process what was standing over him. It was a sickly looking beast. Appearing as if even a light breeze could kill it, but somehow radiated power. Before he could react it's fangs dug into his shoulder. He screamed at the force of the bite.
Kyo layered his hand in energy and slammed it into the werewolf's face but all that did was scrape it's teeth across his shoulder. Kyo didn't know what else to do. He didn't have time to think and did the one thing he knew could save him... he ripped off his beads.
The Werewolf yelped in pain and jump back as Kyo's blood turned to liquid rage, but unlike the Lycan his body could withstand it. If anything the boy shivered with how insanely GOOD it felt. His mind was cloudy but he was still aware of himself. He just felt it, a near uncontrollable hate which took every bit of his training to bury.
Harry would never forgive him if he hurt the Lycan but he needed to get it under control. Remus wasn't a 'he' at this moment. He was a mindless monster that would try to kill everything around him. If Kyo didn't get it back in it's cage a lot of people were going to die.
The Lycan was currently busy spitting out the demon's poison blood. Kyo knew this was probably his one chance to get the beast under control easily, but he had to make sure.
"Harry!?" Kyo roared, his voice savage and deep, echoing in his throat.
"I-" He heard Harry's voice from inside the shop. "I'm fine. I actually almost got him back in the basement when you showed up."
Kyo flinch, "I'll get him back."
"Don't hurt him," Harry yelled, "Just keep him occupied."
"Right," Kyo promised just as the beast regained it's senses.
It looked at Kyo a moment but strangely seemed to calm down. Guess it felt comfortable around it's fellow monsters. Unfortunately it turned it's head up and started growling again. Looking over, Kyo saw some people watching from their windows. He groaned as he heard the beast howl in rage. It lept up at the window and Kyo had to grab hold of it's leg and yank it down. The beast snarled and kicked, turning against Kyo the moment he showed he was a threat.
Kyo let his skin burn in heat until he managed to coat his demonic body in flames. He slammed a giant fist at the beast, harshly burning it. However as soon as the wounds appeared on the beast they healed. Honestly it was the only reason Kyo was even willing to use fire bending on the monster.
The beast attacked with unfocused savagery. It's claws flailed like mad, tearing out chunks of the demon boy's skin, and sadly he didn't have a healing factor. He focused his internal magic, channeling a conscious spell to help his wounds. All but the bite closed as his restoration spells weren't skilled enough to heal magical wounds. He'd have to avoid getting bitten again.
The beast jumped on him and once again tried to do just that. Kyo grabbed hold of it's mouth with his own monsterous claw, severely burning it's face well feeling the skin constantly boiling and healing. All it seemed to do was piss the beast off even more.
Kyo quickly rolled over and pinned the beast to the ground well Harry finally ran outside, holding a bottle.
"Hold your breath!" Harry ordered as he slammed the vial down on the ground, next to the beast head. The vial released a gas and Kyo did his best not to breathe it in. As the beast raged it's movements quickly got more and more sluggish until it finally passed out.
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Unfortunately Kyo's pizza was all over the street corner and the movie he rented was crushed to bits. Guess it was a good thing his dad wasn't in the country. He'd be so pissed about the rental... maybe he'd be more upset about the bite. The boy currently sat in Harry's living room, in his human form as he sipped tea. Harry's grampa just came back from erasing the memories of all the people who saw them tonight and was now wrapping up the bite. The old man looked very concerned as he treated Kyo's wound. Harry looked equally concerned.
"You can't curse someone who's already cursed," Kyo assured his friend. "I'll be fine."
Harry hesitantly nodded.
"I'd be more worried about your shop. Looks like half your inventory got shredded."
Harry shrugged, "It's insured."
"How often does that happen?" Grampa suddenly asked.
"Actually, it's the first time," Harry looked down shame faced. "I... I forgot to lock the door to his cell... It was my fault. I was distracted and made a careless mistake."
The old man sighed, "Harry this most certainly isn't your fault."
"It isn't my father's either," Harry glared but Grampa didn't respond to that.
The old man looked at Kyo, "You're a Jinchuriki." It was more a statement then a question.
"Close enough to one," Kyo shrugged, and did his best to ignore the pain that simple gesture caused. "The demon is bound to my family line. I just have the 'privilege' of being it's physical host,"
The old man nodded hesitantly, so Kyo once again assured, with greater explanation, "My family has had encounters with Lycans before. Our curse is legitimate enough that werewolf venom can't affect us. Apparently it burns like a bitch but my curse will eventually overwhelm it and kill off all the Venom. First come first serve and all that."
"Still," Harry finally spoke. "We should get you to a temple. They should be able to close the wound at least."
"Go with him," The old man insisted, "I'll keep an eye on Remus."
Harry looked unsure, "I... That sleep potion I gave him will only last a few more minutes. His body will burn through it pretty quickly."
"I'm aware," The old man insisted, "I'm 200 years old my boy, and have been studying magic since I was a child. I can assure you I can handle it,"
Kyo scoffed, "Yeah cuz you were a big help getting Remus back in his cage."
Harry shrugged, "Gramp was walking passed the basement door when Dad crashed through it and knocked him against a wall, would have knocked out anybody. He never had a chance to cast a spell."
Kyo scuffed but reluctantly got up. Leaning on Harry the two teenagers left for the most lycan friendly temple.