A lot of people like this story, so I'd like to give you guys some good news. I intend to post this story as a full one later today or tomorrow, with at least the first three chapters, alongside my Fairy Tail and Final Fantasy VI crossover Esper Reborn. This is just a taster of what is to come. Also, I just got the Street Fighter comic, the Udon version, which means you guys can expect more Street Fighter stories (Potterverse or not), albeit based on the Udon comics continuity.

ZEN AND THE ART OF MAGICAL BONDING BETWEEN FORMER CHILD SOLDIERS

CHAPTER 2:

CONVERGENCE

If there was one small piece of amusement to get out of that little hurried departure from Vegas, it was that it was far from the only time that such a quick vanishing act was needed from Sin City after a hasty marriage. Cammy had to get some small amusement from that, if nothing else. After all, there was precious little in this incident to be amused about.

So, to summarise, after Balrog got her plastered, she had ended up falling in with a British wizard called Harry Potter, who, apparently, was famous in Britain. She was only somewhat aware of wizards due to Bison's briefings on the matter. Anyway, she got married to Harry, and the brainwashing Bison had put onto her that had suppressed her personality had gone away, though unfortunately, the memories hadn't. She was so surprised at how different she felt. It was like the clichés of being blind and then suddenly being able to see, or deaf and suddenly able to hear. She was truly aware of herself.

And with that, came the guilt.

True, she had been raised with the goal of being a soldier all of her life, but she knew that Bison had ordered her memories wiped and her personality suppressed for that purpose too. She had vague memories of incidents that showed her to be something other than a soulless automaton breaking through, like the day she adopted a cat, only for Bison to crush it in his hand right in front of her, a vicious grin on his face.

She should have been angry with Harry, but after the initial shock and some thought, her anger died down somewhat. The first reason was that they were both drunk. The second was that he had at least used protection, despite his inebriation. The third was that the impromptu marriage had suppressed Bison's brainwashing. She could think for herself again, and while she wasn't exactly happy about this, it meant an escape from Bison. Theoretically, anyway.

They were sitting in a hotel in San Francisco, having used charms Harry knew to change their appearance. Cammy had changed into her Killer Bee outfit, which Harry was gawping at a little. Well, in retrospect, she couldn't blame him. It was little more than a light blue thong leotard. The Dolls' outfits weren't much better, especially as they had worn said outfits since their teens: figure-hugging skintight bodysuits, all dark blue.

As they waited for the right time to contact Bison (he might get suspicious if she contacted him too soon after leaving Vegas, as Harry had used a Portkey), they exchanged stories. Cammy had to admit, she wasn't expecting Harry's story. Of how he was raised ignorant of an admittedly ill-deserved fame. Of how he had to cope with said fame, as well as an immortal nemesis gunning for him. He had only just come out of one war, and was in Vegas to have a catharsis.

As she finished her own story, what she remembered of her life, Harry looked thoughtful. "So, let me get this straight. Bison kidnapped you and a bunch of teenaged girls, and basically shaped them into his elite bodyguards and assassins."

"Yes."

"Okay, that's fucked up, Cammy."

"Indeed." He had taken to calling her Cammy, short from Camelia, like Balrog did. Only, from Harry, it sounded…nice. Affectionate. Better than Killer Bee. That was a designation, a title, not a name. Cammy looked at her hands. "I've killed many of people. Many of them were, admittedly, criminals, but Bison also used us against his enemies in law enforcement. I remember killing an Interpol agent from Hong Kong, Dorai." She closed her eyes at the memory. "He fought well, but I was the one who delivered the killing blow."

"But…you regret that, don't you? I see it in your face."

"Yes. I feel…guilt. For the first time," she admitted. "Distant, but there. I think my mind is keeping it at one remove. Otherwise, I might not be able to cope."

Harry seemed to decide that changing the subject was a good idea. "Anyway, what does Bison want with a couple of martial artists?"

"They're practitioners of the Ansatsuken, the Assassin's Fist. Bison witnessed Ryu using it on Sagat, the King of Muay Thai and one of Bison's enforcers. Specifically something called the Satsui no Hadou."

"The what?"

"The Surge of Murderous Intent. Bison thinks that it can boost his own powers. He harnesses something known as Psycho Power. It's hard to describe what it is, other than a power harnessed from within the soul. It's fuelled by negative emotions."

"So, like the Dark Arts."

Cammy, after a moment, nodded. "That being said, I don't think it's magic. From what I understand, it's capable of being used by anyone with training, rather like ki."

"Ki? As in lifeforce?"

"Yes. I mentioned Ryu and Ken. They can use ki, weaponise it. They can even project energy spheres at enemies with a technique known as the Hadouken, or Surge Fist. As you know, Bison has brainwashing technology. He intends to use it on those he considers useful, and Ryu, and with him, Ken, were brought to his attention when Ryu defeated Sagat in the Street Fighter tournament." She looked away, gathering herself to ask something. "Harry…if I can, I would ask your help in freeing my sisters, along with everyone else who work unwillingly for Bison. Obviously, I can't ask you to do the same thing as you did for me, but…Bison ruined my life, as well as that of so many others."

Harry, after a moment, shook his head. "Dammit, Hermione, you're right, as you almost always are."

"Pardon?"

"One of my friends, one of my oldest, once told me, rather exasperatedly, that I have a 'saving people thing'. So, we're going up against a megalomaniacal terrorist with aspirations to brainwashing, murder and world domination? All we have to do is throw in ambitions for immortality, and…why are you looking at me like that?"

"…Bison has once boasted that he is immortal, that he can swap bodies when his current one wears out."

Cammy very nearly chuckled, despite the gravity of the situation, when Harry facepalmed. "…Okay, that's it. I'm going fucking teetotaller from now on."

"I wholeheartedly agree. Ours will be a sober marriage," Cammy said.

Cammy went up to the roof of the hotel to contact Bison, with it being evening. Harry followed her, Cloak of Invisibility over him, along with a broomstick, as she had warned him she was good at roof-hopping. And it was while he had the cloak on him that Harry finally got a good look at his brand new nemesis, Master Bison of Shadaloo.

He had to admit, the man looked fucking intimidating, just like his voice. A hulking brute of a man dressed in a crimson military uniform, an intimidating face glaring out from beneath an officer's cap. The two conversed, and Bison mentioned that Ryu had arrived in San Francisco earlier that afternoon, and in all likelihood had headed to the Masters' mansion far out in the suburbs. One of their informants had stated that the Masters and Ryu were headed for Chinatown, and to a restaurant the Masters frequented, so Cammy was to pick up the surveillance from there.

As Cammy packed away the laptop, Harry muttered, trying not to stare at her callipygian rear (that blue leotard made that difficult, though), "That was your former boss? Yeah, he's pretty scary."

"Yes. Follow me."

And so he did, amazed that she was able to hop between rooftops, even when there were appreciable distances in height. He followed easily on his broom, though he knew that he'd have to start training to catch up physically. Then again, if what she said was any indication, she had been training her whole life, as well as having her body enhanced by scientists on Bison's payroll.

Once she stopped, and set up surveillance equipment, he cast a Notice Me Not on her, and on him, and removed the Cloak. He explained what he did to Cammy, who nodded, smiling. It was one of the few smiles he had given him since this debacle began. "That's good. We need to plan this out. I think you and I need to stage my being captured, so that Bison thinks that I'm dead, or otherwise out of his grasp."

"What then?" Harry asked.

"Bison has influence over many law-enforcement organisations, including Interpol and the police forces under it. That being said, I know of at least one agent working with Interpol who might hear us out. Commander Guile, formerly of the United States Air Force. He's now one of the senior members of the Shadaloo taskforce. His mentor, Charlie Nash, was captured and brainwashed by Shadaloo. I'm willing to give him intelligence, and work alongside him, but I ultimately want to stop Bison outside of the ICPO, or any other agency."

Harry nodded, before he looked down at the restaurant. He frowned when he noticed a trio of people pull up. Two were obviously American, blonde, one a handsome, muscled man with a cocky grin, the other a pretty young woman with the same hair colour, but the other, an Asian, stood out, even in Chinatown. He was wearing a tattered, well-worn gi or martial arts training uniform, white, with a headband. Like the blonde man, he was fairly muscled, his face stoic, though Harry glimpsed some inner turmoil. "There they are," Cammy said quietly.

"Ryu, Ken, and…what was her name?"

"Eliza," Cammy said, setting up an earpiece for herself, and then for Harry. It was linked to a special surveillance device that allowed them to eavesdrop on them.

For quite a while, there was only small talk, and then silence as the Masters ate their meal. Then, eventually, one man said, in an American drawl, "C'mon, Ryu, eat up. I know, it's hard. I'm shocked about Gouken's murder too. But you've gotta eat something." After a pause, the man, presumably Ken, sighed, and asked, quietly, "So tell me, what happened to our master?"

The other man, presumably Ryu, sighed, before saying, in a calm, deep, eloquent tone, his English accented but excellent, "I was training outside the dojo, when I heard a cry from within. I hurried back, but I was too late. Master Gouken was dead, and the killer was nowhere to be found. There were signs of a truly great battle that had taken place, but I don't know of any fighter who could have killed our master, and in so brutal a fashion. Smeared in blood on the wall behind him was the symbol 'Ten'."

"Ten?" Eliza asked.

"Sorry, I mean the kanji. In Japanese, it's pronounced ten, but it's not a number. It is the kanji for 'heaven' or 'sky'. It's some sort of message or calling card, but I don't know what it could mean." He gathered himself, before his voice gained an edge. "But what I do know is that the man I considered my father, the man who raised me and trained me, is now dead, murdered by an unknown foe. I need your help to avenge him, Ken."

Harry looked down as a group of thugs, led by an obese man with what looked like a metal Mohawk in his head, entered the restaurant. "Cammy?" he asked.

"I recognise him," she said. "Birdie, a thug Bison uses for his dirty work. He's been sent here to control one of the local gangs."

"Would you smell the MSG around here?" Birdie rasped with a thick Cockney accent. After a pause, he said, "Now, listen up, pops. Me and me mates were in the neighbourhood, and thought that we'd collect some overdue protection money."

"Shit, I'm heading down," Harry said. "I don't want anyone getting hurt."

Cammy nodded. As he used his broomstick, along with the Cloak, to get down without being seen, he heard the owner of the shop snarl angrily, "Don't you give me any of that shit. You ain't with the Raging Storms, and I'm already paid up with them. So get lost."

As Harry approached the restaurant, he saw Ryu get up, while he heard Birdie sneer, loud enough to hear from outside the restaurant, "You're four days out of date, pops. We stomped all over their arses, and we'll do the same to you. You see, I'm Birdie, a new player in town, and I run with Shadaloo. You don't want to get on their bad side, or mine, so gimme the cash, and two orders of spring rolls, and maybe I won't give you a Chelsea smile(1)."

The owner, even as he was hauled by his shirt into the air by Birdie, snarled, "You're bluffing."

Birdie smashed the man in the face as Harry got into the restaurant. "Try me, you stupid Chink."

"I ain't paying you idiots a dime! Now, piss off!"

"Fine. You wanna play hardarse? Your funeral, me old China," Birdie grumbled, but as Ryu made to stop Birdie, Harry fired off a Stunner at Birdie, who slumped, falling unconscious.

"FREEZE!" roared a voice, and from the back of the restaurant came a bunch of police officers, accompanied by a muscled blonde man in a military singlet and camo trousers. His hairstyle was one of the more ridiculous Harry had ever seen, a flattop that made his head look like a storm cloud, framing stern features.

The man said, "Stay calm, we have everything under control. And whoever fired that Stunner, show yourself."

Shit, he knows about magic? Harry thought.

"Harry, that's Guile, the one I was talking about," Cammy said. "Reveal yourself, I'll find you later."

Harry, reluctantly, took off the Invisibility Cloak. "I'm here."

Guile looked over at him, and looked him up and down. "Huh. Nice going, kid." He looked at the thugs. "Shadaloo must be scraping the bottom of the barrel if they're hiring the likes of you. You're just a bunch of wannabes." He noticed Ryu and Ken, looking as if they were going to leave, before he returned his attention to the thugs. "I'd be surprised if Bison even knew you guys existed at all. Cuff them and get them outta here. Code Hecate, too."

"Code Hecate?" Harry asked as Guile approached him, the SFPD officers taking Birdie's subordinates away.

"Standard law enforcement code for those in the know about people like you," Guile said(2). "Don't worry, the Statute's pretty lax around San Francisco and LA. They can cover things up more easily than back home in Britain. Commander Guile, ICPO."

"Harry Potter," Harry said, shaking the man's proffered hand.

Guile's eyebrow rose, but before he could comment, one of the thugs hit one of the coppers away from him, and fled through the kitchen of the restaurant. Without a word, Harry and Guile pursued him, only to find him sprawled on the ground, a Chinese woman standing over him, her brown hair done up in twin buns, wearing a jacket over a blue tracksuit. "So, you work for Shadaloo?" she asked.

"Harry, Bison's contacting me. I need to go offline for a moment," Cammy said.

As the connection clicked off, Guile said, "Nice work, lady. Who're you?"

"Chun-Li. I'm an agent from Hong Kong's branch of the ICPO," the woman said, bringing out an identity card, which Guile perused. "I've been pursuing some leads concerning Shadaloo operations back home, and they led here. I wanted to ask this guy some questions. What about you two?"

"I'm Commander Guile, formerly of USAF Special Ops, currently on attachment to Interpol. This is Harry Potter, a civilian. Are you cleared for Code Hecate?"

Chun-Li nodded. "A mage…yes, I've heard of Mr Potter. The British were celebrating his victory over the terrorist Voldemort. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Potter."

"Call me Harry, Miss…?" Harry began as she shook his hand, only for the Chinese woman to shake her head.

"Just Chun-Li."

Guile crossed his arms. "So, you're known in Britain?"

"I wish I wasn't," Harry said. "Long story short, a magical terrorist wanted me dead. He's dead now. I came here to forget about it, but got dragged into this. As it happens, I've made the acquaintance of someone who wants to defect from Shadaloo."

Guile looked at him sharply, before he looked over at Chun-Li. "Looks like we're on the same side. I'm with the American investigation into Shadaloo. I'm surprised you're here, Chun-Li. I would have thought you would have had your hands full with the investigation into their operations in Hong Kong."

"I'm supposed to meet a contact at Interpol in a few days. His name is Charlie Nash. Do you know him?"

Guile looked over at Chun-Li in shock. "Know him?!"

"I'm taking that as a yes," Chun-Li said. "We were to coordinate the investigation more efficiently. Is there something wrong?"

"You could say that," Guile said bitterly. "Charlie was a good friend of mine…and disappeared two months ago while on a mission. All I know is that Bison is responsible, that's why I'm doing this."

"Bison?!" Chun-Li yelped. "You have to tell me what you know!"

"I guess he did something to you?" Guile asked.

"Like you, I've lost someone to him," Chun-Li said with solemn anger.

"And you?" Guile asked, looking at Harry.

"Like I said, I've made the acquaintance of a defector from Shadaloo, someone who has every reason to hate Bison."

Just then, Cammy said, "Harry, I'm back. Are you still with Guile?"

"Yeah, and he's not alone," Harry said quietly, placing a hand to his earpiece. "There's another Interpol officer, one from Hong Kong, with a thing against Shadaloo. Her name is Chun-Li. I've been telling them about your desire to defect. Is that fine?"

"…Yes. I will work with them. But I'll have to be out on surveillance of Ryu and Ken for the time being."

"Got it. I'll see you later, then. Stay out of trouble, okay?"

"Given what you said your track record is like, I should say the same to you." He could hear an affectionate smile in her voice, and so soon after they met. But she had a point, he knew. He just hoped that whatever trouble he got into, he could deal with it…

CHAPTER 2 ANNOTATIONS:

Oh, my dear Harry, you are so naïve. After all, how is Chun-Li going to cope with working with the girl who killed her father? And how is Cammy going to break ties with Bison?

1. Basically a Glasgow Smile, aka a scar carved into the cheeks to simulate a smile, and possibly lethal to inflict.

2. I used 'Code Hecate' as a shorthand for law enforcement who know about magic that an incident has taken place in my Fate/Zero crossover Gorgon and Thanatos. We'll explain why Guile and Chun-Li know later…