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Sirius Black, Scotland, Hogsmeade. July 12th.

Sirius sighed as he watched the pair of sorcerers wander out of the Three Broomsticks. The pair only took a moment to look out at the scenery before they started walking towards the outskirts of the village

"Has anyone heard of a Satoru Gojo before?" asked McGonnigal.

A chorus of no's echoed out across the table and McGonnigal's shoulders slumped. "Well. I suppose we can make a few guesses as to who would engage in such… carelessness. What kind of person lets their child go out to fight monsters?" McGonnigal huffed "Of all the irresponsible things you could do."

Sirius felt a wage of anger rise before he smothered it and breathed out, calming himself. It wouldn't do to think with his emotions, not here, not now.

"He's supposedly their version of an Auror from what I can guess." replied Sirius, his tone deliberately neutral. "A professionally trained monster hunter, but I have no clue as to what his level of power would be. Potentially somewhere around a 4X wizard if the situation was right and the deck was stacked in his favor."

"Don't you think 4x is a little generous?" McGonnigal asked as her brow rose. "That's just shy of Dumbledore in his youth."

Dumbledore gave a slight smile and nodded his head. "You flatter me Minerva, but I am not the standard for what Wizards should be measured by. We often forget that our predecessors were much more powerful than we are now."

"And besides, it's hard to make an exact measurement when their rules don't match up." Sirius began. "Though I can not be the only one curious about this Cursed Energy they mentioned. By all of our definitions it's a form of Dark Magic."

"It is." Interjected Dumbledore. "Grindelwald, Voldemort and countless other dark witches and wizards have all drawn their power from hatred and rage. It IS a corrupting force make no mistake Sirius. All magic that sprouts from it is diseased"

Sirius turned and raised an eyebrow "We are operating off of entirely different systems Dumbledore, what could be our dark magic may be completely harmless to them. And besides I feel like Pomfrey would have found signs of the Dark Arts in them if it were present."

"Which it was not," she replied.

Sirius raised his glass in thanks "See? Different systems, different rules."

Dumbledore grumbled and returned to his drink clearly unsatisfied.

"Besides," Sirius continued, "if you desperately want to make sure they aren't going to snap and lose it, you could just offer them a place to return to after each of their 'Hunts'."

Eyebrows shot up across the table and Sirius saw a few of his colleagues

"You can not seriously be considering allowing them to continue their recklessness!" exclaimed McGonnigal.

Sirius shook his head. "Absolutely not, but you heard Miwa, that was the clearest rejection I've ever heard. As it stands now we have no chance of convincing them to abandon their 'profession'". Sirius paused for a moment to think up an answer. "Ask them if they want to stay at Hogwarts. In the absolute worst case scenario we give them a place with a professional medi witch to patch them up after something goes wrong. In the best case they can teach us to use this cursed energy and they don't have to risk their lives anymore."

Sirius watched McGonnigal sigh. "It's sound logic." she began. "Even if I hate it."

"Logic often leads us down paths we would rather not tread." sighed Dumbledore, as he gazed into his half empty glass.

There was a pause before Dumbledore spoke up again. "Very well, we will house them in Hogwarts, but I must insist that Harry does not devour the magic imbued in the castle. If he can not do that then the pair will stay in Hogsmeade."

"And if he can't stop devouring magic entirely?" Asked McGonnigal. "There are places he'll want to go that will require the same rules as Hogwarts."

"Then we teach him table manners." quipped Sirius. Groans echoed out across the table and Sirius just sighed and shook his head.

"Ok fine assuming we let them go out on their 'hunts' we still have no clue what these curses are. They're clearly monstrous but what kind of monsters they are still eludes us." Supplied Dumbledore.

"Well then I can just tag along on one of their hunts." Replied Sirius "I see no reason why I should have an issue with it, I may not be a member of the corps but I am still a professionally trained Auror."

"And you'll get a better understanding of this cursed energy while you watch them," said McGonnigal. "Though I still must repeat how much I hate this idea."

Don't we all mused Sirius as he took a swig of his butterbeer. From the looks around the table everyone else was thinking the same thing. Good.

"There's one last elephant in the room we need to discuss." he said "Harry or his father have someone after them. What the hell are we going to do about that?"

"I can contact Moody and ask him to start looking into the killer." replied Dumbledore. 'Ever since we wounded up all the death eaters he's been… upset there's been no real challenging dark witches and wizards to apprehend. Maybe this will prove to be challenging enough for him."

"Works for me." replied Sirius. "But I want to be on the squad when we catch him."

The table muttered its agreement and Dumbledore only nodded his ascent.

"Should we tell Gojo and Miwa? Having somebody just come up and attack you would be horrifying. I can only imagine how that would feel." Asked Pomfrey.

"Absolutely not." Responded Dumbledore.

I'm sorry 'Absolutely not?' Sirius turned to Dumbledore, his face scrunched up in rage. "You better have a good fucking reason as to why we shouldn't tell them. Or you're about to get hexed into next week."

"They clearly already have enough to deal with Sirius. Needlessly scaring them will do no good."

Sirius felt his face heat up, the edges of his vision turned red for a brief moment before he took a breath. In. Out. He sighed "You know what? You're right. We won't tell them that some random lunatic is out to kill them."

Sirius watched Dumbledore nod in approval before he turned to the rest of the table to continue deliberating. Sirius noted McGonnigal's quirked eyebrow but didn't dwell on it, he could confront her about it later.

You won't tell them Dumbledore, but for god's sake I will. Nobody hurts my Godson.

-{=BREAK=}-

Harry Gojo, Scotland Hogsmeade. July 12th.

Harry had barely finished his sentence when an absolutely colossal reserve of Cursed Energy appeared behind him. Harry sighed and hung up the call before turning around.

"Yo!"

As expected his dad was completely unbothered by teleporting halfway across the planet. He was just standing there with his hands in his pockets, acting like he's just come from a grocery run. But the presence of cursed energy was… immense. It was like a wall pressing down on everyone and anything around him.

Gojo gave a lopsided grin that just radiated malice as he looked around undisturbed. "So! Who wants to get crushed for harming my darling son and his partner?"

Harry rubbed his hand against the bridge of his nose "Nobody needs to get crushed dad. You'd actually know that if you took the time to talk before you teleported over."

Harry felt Gojo's cursed energy subside and his dad turned over to him robotically. "Eh?"

"We've discovered something that's eluded jujutsu society for a long time now." Began Miwa "We thought that getting somebody more experienced with political matters would help."

"Heh, politics, dad, experienced? Good joke Miwa."

"I'm very experienced with pissing off politicians, if that helps."

Harry watched Miwa blink owlishly before she groaned and facepalmed.

"So what did you actually find?" Harry watched as his dad looked over towards the village and the valley it rested in. "Seems pretty boring to me if a bit rustic. Though that shack off in the distance there is cursed." he said as he scrunched up his nose in disgust.

Harry cleared his throat and put on the worst Scottish accent he could. "Fookin' wizards"

"For real! Like from WoW?"

"Nah, more like the whole western stereotype. Ya know, cottage-core aesthetic, flowy robes, wands and big pointy hats."

"Wow so actually magic users who aren't curse users? That's new."

Miwa nodded and slipped into a more professional tone. "We met three of them after we exorcised a curse. We mistook them for the higher ups assassins and well… let's just say that we were lucky that they treated our wounds, or that they decided to help us at all."

"Wowww. Look at the two of you, already dealing with suspected rogue curse-users at your age." Gojo whipped a fake tear "I'm so proud."

Once again Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Why did we ask you to help again?"

"My winning personality obviously."

Harry and Miwa gave each other a deadpan look, a quick moment of commiseration passed before Miwa leaned in.

"Seriously, why did we ask him?"

"Would you rather ask the higher ups?" he asked, frustration coloring his voice. "They'd just order a hit on these guys, they hate anything they can't control, that's why they're after me. An entire society of 'curse users' would absolutely count as 'something they can't control'. Plus, Dad's at least… competent at dealing with this stuff. Even if that competency stems entirely from pissing off the higher ups." Harry turned to look for Gojo, only to find him hovering in the air upside down, his phone camera rapidly going off as he took selfie after selfie.

Miwa and Harry looked up at the honored one before sagging their shoulders again.

"He's not even paying attention." Miwa sighed and shook her head. "We're fucked aren't we?"

"Yeppppp." Harry sighed out.

-{=BREAK=}-

Harry opened the door to the Three Broomsticks again and made his way over to the wizard's table with Miwa. It had been a bit and some food had joined the mugs of not beer on the table. Steaming pots of stew and a basket of bread sat off to the side, seemingly untouched.

"Ok we're back with the worst type of person" Said Harry as he sat down.

"A bureaucrat?"

"No even worse. A politician." replied Harry. He only had to wait a few moments before his dad teleported directly behind Dumbledore and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You match the stereotype perfectly! They really weren't kidding!"

Dumbledore to his credit, didn't flinch. He merely adjusted his glasses and turned his head to face the honored one.

"And you are?" asked Dumbledore as he raised an eyebrow.

"Why I'm the diplomat, couldn't you tell by my roguish good looks?" Replied Gojo, grinning like a man who had found a new toy to play with.

"You're more like a walking diplomatic incident" muttered Harry.

Gojo gasped and held his hands to his chest. "You wound me son. Have ye so little faith?"

Harry just sighed and reached for the bread. He tore a chunk off before stuffing it in his mouth. "No, I don't have faith. I know who you are, unfortunately you're the only sorcerer who can teleport hence why it's you and not Nanamin."

"I'm also not on the Higher-up's payroll~~ That has to count for something right? …Right?"

Harry just sighed and facepalmed. Miwa nudged him under the table and leaned in to whisper.

"Is he always like this?"

"No," Harry sighed. "This is him behaving, he's usually much worse."

Gojo teleported to their side of the table and flipped a chair around before sitting in it like a high schooler would at a school assembly, arms draped over the top. "So I hear my son has found a society of Not-Sorcerers, anything of note I should know about aside from the frankly ridiculous amount of robes I see? Seriously, what is up with that? You guys all have knives hidden under those things? Because I'll tell you now if we're about to reenact a London mugging I'm going to win."

"Wizards," Harry heard Miwa mutter "They're wizards."

"Yeah yeah, wizard sorcerers, tomato potato." Gojo leaned his head on the chair and grinned "We both throw out our fancy spells and things go boom it's practically the same thing." Gojo paused for a moment before looking at the wizards "You guys do have explosive spells right? Because otherwise I'm going to be extremely disappointed."

"We do…" began Dumbledore "But we tend to prefer the more subtle forms of wizardry, things that tend to have more… finesse."

"Ahhh finesse, sounds like code for less fun." replied Gojo. He leaned back into his chair and formed a ball of cursed energy on the tip of his finger. It quickly formed into a whirling blue vortex and hovered just above the tip of his finger. "Honestly you tend to forget about finesse when you can break the rules of the universe."

Harry watched as the Wizards started staring at the cursed technique, no doubt trying to discover how it worked. Too bad for them they'll never figure it out mused Harry. The blue vortex swelled before it disappeared with a pop and Gojo shifted to sit straighter.

"But anyways I was told this was somewhat important so what happened to my son and his partner?"

"We found Miwa and your son in rather dire straits Mr. Gojo." Dumbledore said as he looked over to Pomfrey.

"Between the two of them there were two gunshot wounds, numerous burns, and four broken ribs." supplied Pomfrey.

"Really? Damn the two of you really got beat up! What type of curse did it?"

Harry just sagged in his seat "Someone in that village really didn't like war."

Gojo snorted "well at least it's dead. Good job" he said as he leaned over to ruffle Harry's hair.

Harry watched as the wizards looked over to each other, seemingly having some sort of silent conversation.

"Do you guys do telepathy? Oh! Oh! I wanna join in! Add me to your network." said Gojo as he placed his hands on the side of his head.

"No we're merely thinking, though I realize that thought may be a foreign idea to you." replied McGonnigal.

Gojo gave an over dramatic gasp and placed his hands against his chest as though he'd been struck. "You wound me! I'll have you know I'm thinking all the time, mostly about what sweets shop I'm going to visit next but still! The thought counts."

"Can we please get back on topic." Grumbled Harry

"Oh sorry, sorry." Gojo said as he waved his hand "Sorcerers get wounded all the time on missions and besides we have our own doctors, not too much of an issue there. But I'm guessing there's more to this isn't there?"

Pomfrey slammed her fist against the table "Not too much of an issue?! They were near death!"

Dumbledore raised his hand interrupting her though his eyes narrowed an almost imperceptible amount.

"Right you are," he said. "As we were treating them we discovered that Miwa here has the potential to utilize our kind of magic. We are willing to offer Miwa and your son a safe place to rest after their hunts, a place with trained medical staff. And to teach her to utilize her powers of course."

Gojo's eyebrows rose as he turned to look at Miwa. "Wowwwww. You've been holding out on us! Shame! Shame upon thee!"

Miwa flushed under the attention, shaking her head as she spoke "No I couldn't, I mean I didn't know until earlier today!"

"Hmmmmm, well I suppose I'll believe you then." replied Gojo "It's always good for the younger generation to have more tools anyways! Better chance of them living to become the older generation."

Harry once again saw the Wizards share a look with each other before turning back to look at Gojo

"And we want to have one of our wizards join them on these 'hunts'. Likely it'll be Sirius here," Continued Dumbledore. "I trust that won't be an issue." he said, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

Gojo just leaned in his chair and swirled another ball of cursed energy on his fingertips. "Nope! I can't speak for Miwa here but my son is well trained, just try not to get in the way." He said as he flashed Sirius a smile. Sirius in turn glared at him and Gojo gave a faux shudder. "Actually if you want to join us on a hunt you've got a curse on the outskirts of the village! In that old decrepit looking shack that's a classic curse haunting ground material right there."

"The Shrieking shack? That's where one of those monsters showed up." muttered Dumbledore.

"Oh so you do know about Curses! Well then we can skip most of the explanation about why you all won't be able to do anything about them! You'd have already learned that!" Replied Gojo

"What makes you think that we can't do anything about these 'curses'" Asked McGonnigal. "We've driven them into containment before. And our Aurors have developed several methods to imprison these curses."

Harry snorted and shook his head. "Containment she says. Out of all the things a living curse is, contained isn't one of them. Besides how many people died developing these methods?"

Harry waited for a moment for some kind of response. He watched as the wizards looked between each other seemingly trying to quantify lost squads. They never answered him.

"Yea that's what I thought." he said. "Unlike you we can actually kill them."

"Well then if you can kill it, why don't we deal with that curse right now." Said Sirius as he leaned over the table.

"Nah we gotta wait a bit." Said Harry. "If you're gonna be joining us you're getting the full sorcerer experience, we're doing this at night."

Gojo flashed another grin and ruffled Harry's hair. "That's my boy!"

"The proper sorcerer experience?" asked Dumbledore aghast. "Why worry about such a trivial thing when lives could be at stake?"

"Minimizing collateral mostly." responded Miwa. "Most curses form in places with negative connotations, schools, hospitals, and graveyards to name a few. Hunting at night ensures that people are less likely to stumble across a curse while we're hunting it."

"And that helps keep knowledge of these curses down to an absolute minimum." supplied Harry. "The less people that know about them the better."

A silence descended upon the table as Harry finished speaking.

"What? Don't tell me you advertise monster attacks?" Harry said with a smirk.

"Not necessarily advertise. But the existence of Curses and their locations has been well documented and reported on." Replied McGonnigal.

Harry turned to look at Gojo and Miwa. Gojo seemed unperturbed but Harry could see his fist clenching, if it was in rage or frustration Harry couldn't tell. Miwa was less composed

"You report on them!? Why!" she asked.

"Our world relies on transparency," began McGonnigal. "And besides, if a magical threat emerges people have a right to know about it. We issue alerts, and evacuation notices whenever necessary. It's worked decently well so far."

"Yea hate to tell you lady but it's given all the monsters a delicious 1 UP."

The Wizards looked confused. "A 1 UP?" asked Dumbledore.

"The more people know about curses the stronger they become." Said Miwa pointedly ignoring Harry's mumbling about 'uncultured heathens'.

"So that's why they've been getting stronger in recent years." muttered Sirius.

Gojo leaned forward, his fingers steepled and spine straight. "Now you see the problem." He said his voice was missing all of the mirth and levity he had before. "Curses feed off negative emotions, hate, grief, and fear. By informing people about them you've made them more informed, yes, but you've also provided a gigantic sign pointing to all the reasons curses should be feared. Casualty counts, villages and communities evacuated. It paints a grim picture, wouldn't you say?"

Dumbledore's brow was furrowed in worry. "We believed knowledge was our best defense, to think we've been making them stronger…"

"How do you fight them then?" asked Sirius

"Black ops." replied Harry. "No notice, no press releases, just a small group of people to quietly give em' Ye Olde One-Two when they pop up."

"That will require a significant shift in policy," Said Dumbledore.

"It's still better than what you've been doing." replied Miwa.

"Well if this is to work we will need to coordinate" said McGonnigal, ever the pragmatist. "A proper liaison from your side of things."

"That'll be these two gremlins." Replied Gojo. "Most of us are too busy holding the line back home so you probably won't get too many extra helpers, maybe a manager at best."

"That will have to do." replied Dumbledore.

"Perfect," said Harry as he sat up and stretched. "Well if you'll excuse me I still need to get healed from the bullet holes." he paused for a moment and glared at the professors. "And we'll need our weapons back."

"That can be arranged," said Sirius. "Let's see what this proper 'sorcerer experience' is all about."

-{=BREAK=}-

The ground crunched beneath his feet as Harry followed the old and overgrown path towards the Shrieking Shack. The moon above was partially obscured behind a cloud casting curtains of moonlight down onto the hill. A slight breeze whistled through the valley lending an ominous atmosphere to the area.

"So what can you tell us about these 'Curses'" asked Sirius as he followed Harry up the hill, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Not much you already haven't heard. They're impervious to regular weapons, and don't like people. But I think you've already figured that out already." Harry shook his head. "Contained. They said, ha ha ha."

"Curses themselves are almost wholly unpredictable." Said Miwa "But they can be classified by strength. Grade four curses are like an extremely dangerous wild animal, manageable if you have training but still dangerous. The grades go down from there, Grade 3 curses are like soldiers, Grade 2 are spec ops, and Grade 1 curses are comparable to a tank."

"And then there's Special grades." Harry muttered.

"What's a special grade?" Asked McGonnigal.

"A Nuclear Bomb." Replied Miwa "Fortunately we have people to take care of those before they form."

"And kill them if they do." Supplied Harry. Though he noticed a look of confusion on the Wizard's faces. "What are you so confused about?"

"What's a Nuclear Bomb? Or a tank for that matter?" asked McGonnigal.

Harry paused mid step and stared at the wizards in disbelief. "You know I may be 'that guy' but even I have lines I don't cross."

"Agreed." supplied Miwa.

"We are being entirely serious Mr. Gojo. What's a Nuclear Bomb?"

Harry quickly scanned the faces of the witches and wizards in disbelief and to his shock he found no trace of a joke on their features. He tried to sputter out a response but Miwa beat him to it.

"Think of it like dropping a piece of the sun on a city."

"So just a bright light?" asked McGonnigal "I can see how that would cause vision damage but that should be treatable."

Now it was Miwa's turn to be left speechless, she opened and closed her mouth for a few seconds before she just sighed and mumbled out a nevermind.

The party continued their walk and after a few seconds they reached the top of the hill and fanned out around the entrance to the Shrieking shack. Gojo was already there, he had an old séance tablecloth set up on the ground along with a few candles, all of which were flickering ominously in the breeze.

"Welcome…" He drawled. "To baby's first Curse Exorcism!" Gojo shot up and pulled out his phone, obnoxious Techno music blaring from his overtaxed speakers. He bobbed his head with the music for a moment before seeing the unimpressed faces on his crowd.

"What? I've gotta set the mood somehow." he said.

"Gojo," Sighed Miwa. "Can we please focus?"

"Oh I can assure you I am." he said as he stood up and gestured to the building. "I already checked the curses and it turns out there's two of them! One for each of you!"

"And are either of them going to be a problem dad?"

"Nah don't worry they're super weak."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "Weak for you or weak of us?"

"Yes."

Harry felt a vein pop in is forehead "That's not an answer you fuck."

Gojo just smiled "Well think of it like this if the two of you have trouble then that just means more fun for me."

Miwa's fingers twitched at her side, she was probably trying to stop herself from launching something at Gojo's head.

Harry leaned in to whisper. "Once we've exorcised the curses I'll help you throw the house at him."

"I'll hold you to that." whispered Miwa.

Gojo clapped his hands, startling a few birds out of a nearby tree. "Alright everyone! In you go! Try not to die~"

Harry just sighed and trudged into the building, eyes focused and searching for the curse. Miwa followed shortly behind, throwing one last glare at Gojo before she entered. Sirius reluctantly followed after throwing a worried glance to McGonnigal.

The door to the Shack creaked closed and the trio were left in darkness. Wind howled through the abandoned corridors and dust floated through the air. Overhead cobwebs hung from a dilapidated ceiling and glass from ruined windows crunched and cracked beneath their feet.

Harry sighed and formed a hand sign. "Emerge from darkness blacker still. Purify that which is impure." The veil fell over the Shrieking shack coating the already dark and gloomy shack with a purple film. Sirius looked around confused and brushed a hand against the part of the veil covering the door.

"What is this?" he muttered. "It feels almost like glass"

Harry placed a hand on his katana, drew the blade and coated it in his technique before turning to face Sirius. "This is a veil, it's standard procedure to put one up before an exorcism. It keeps the normies out, and the curse in."

Sirius nodded and looked around "Soooo… Do we go looking for it? Or do curses usually come to us?"

"Depends on the curse." Said Miwa as she drew her blade.

"And knowing that asshole," Said Harry as he gestured outside. "we're going to have to find it. Actually that reminds me this veil won't come down till I drop it so we have prep time. I saw an upper window that looked pretty good for what I had in mind."

Miwa nodded and looked at Sirius. "Do you have any spells that can throw a large amount of material at someone? We're throwing the house at Gojo-san."

Sirius looked at the pair and a devilish glint shone in his eye even as he shook his head. "I can come up with something."

Harry grinned "Perfect."

Miwa led the way into the shack, her eyes sharp and blade held at the ready. The floorboards creaked underfoot as they walked and dust shimmered and caught the purple light of the veil as they walked. All around them the wind whistled through the cracks in the walls and Harry could have sworn he heard whispers accompanying them.

The trio continued through abandoned rooms old discarded furniture was strewn across the floor covering moth eaten carpets and old rotten curtains. Off in the corner a cracked mirror reflected the purple light at odd angles, casting shadows that reached across the room like grasping fingers.

"You know," Sirius said. "This place was considered one of the most haunted places in Britain before nightmare monsters got added to the list."

"Great." Harry drawled as he scanned the room for any signs of the curse. "Any specific superstitions about it?"

Sirius shrugged. "Well it got the name the Shrieking Shack for a reason, most people assumed it was a banshee of some kind."

"Lovely, Ghosts were always my favorite." Said Harry as he pushed aside a rotted plank to reveal a dust choked stairwell. The steps had rotted and partially collapsed under their own weight and the wallpaper was covered in mold and other strange stains. At the top of the stairwell claw marks crisscrossed the wall and the ceiling further adding to the house's desolation.

Harry called over to the rest of the group and pointed to the claw marks. "Found one. Alright everyone place your bets now everyone what fresh monstrosity will this be? I'll put 20 Pounds on creepy ghost lady."

Miwa tilted her head and put a finger to her cheek. "Hmmm, sentient furniture monster."

Harry raised an eyebrow "You think we're about to fight a killer cabinet?"

Miwa smirked "Never underestimate a cabinet, one moment you're looking for a secret passageway and the next you're being eaten by drawers with teeth."

Harry grinned "Sounds like you're speaking from experience."

"I refuse to answer that question."

Harry just felt his grin widen "That's all the answer I needed."

Miwa groaned and shook her head. "What about you Sirius-san, any bets?"

"Sure why not? Twenty Galleons on a singing cursed child."

Harry looked over at Miwa "The fuck's a galleon?". Miwa only shrugged her shoulders in response.

"Alright let's go kill this thing." Said Harry.

Sirius flicked his wand and time seemingly flew in reverse. The old stairs reknit themselves as they flew upwards, rusted nails popped back into place and the walls around the stairs came alive as wallpaper refastened itself to the wall.

"Neat trick." Harry muttered as he ascended the stairs.

"I do try" replied Sirius with a wink.

Harry walked up the stairs and looked over the claw marks. Cursed Energy emanated from the gashes and bleed outwards into the surrounding room filling it with a malevolent energy. Harry shuddered and scanned the room. It was filled with cursed energy he realized, everything was blanketed with a film of energy. Harry turned and looked towards a door that was absolutely covered in gouges. Cursed Energy billowed from under the door like a noxious tide, and Harry scrunched up his nose in disgust.

He turned to look over at Miwa and Sirius and held a finger over his mouth, the universal 'be quiet' sign. He backed away from the door, pulling the pair away and into another open room. The floorboards groaned under the movement but nothing more than a creak echoed out. Silently Harry shut the door to whatever room they had entered, wincing as the hinges squeak under the movement.

"They're both in that room!" he whispered with urgency.

"Both! Why aren't they fighting each other then?" asked Miwa.

Harry threw up his hands in exasperation "No fucking clue! If anything that scares me more they might be intelligent." Harry said as he paced around the room. "Fucking bastard of course they were weak for him."

Miwa shifted slightly "Grades?"

"If we're lucky, a Semi-Two and a Semi-One."

Miwa's grip on her blade tightened as she stared at the door. 'So much for 'Baby's first exorcism'"

Sirius leaned out and stared at the doorway "Should I be worried? The compassions you gave earlier didn't really make sense."

"Yes." Harry and Miwa said in unison.

"Do dragons exist here?" asked Harry

"Uhh, yes why?"

"There's a juvenile dragon in that room."

Sirius glanced back at the door before shagging his shoulders. "Fuck… do we have a plan or are we going to call in backup."

Harry tilted his head. Backup might not be the worst, but we'll never hear the end of it if we ask for help. Harry looked over at the door and then back at his group, Sirius was standing nervously looking between the door, a broken window, and the others. Miwa though, Miwa was staring at the door with determination.

We're all gonna die. Harry thought. Fuck it why not?

"Let's do it." he decided. Sirius blanched at the decision but Miwa gave a firm nod before stalking closer to the door.

"Ok here's the plan," began Harry. "Miwa-san, Sirius-san you two will take the Semi-Two, if it's close to the Semi-One, we'll separate it and you can deal with it up here. I'm going to knock out the floor and distract the Semi-One. Once the two of you have killed the Semi-Two come downstairs and help me. Sounds good?"

"Sounds good." Nodded Miwa.

"Hold on! You're going to try and fight it on your own!?" replied a panicked Sirius.

"It makes the most logical sense, Miwa doesn't have a technique and she'd get slaughtered by a Semi-One one her own, no offense Sirius but you don't really bring a lot to the table here, throwing the two of you on a weaker curse makes the most sense."

"And this gives us the best chance of all getting out of here alive." Added Miwa "Gojo-san is a Grade One sorcerer; he should be perfectly able to distract a Semi-Grade One until the two of us deal with our curse."

"Ok fuck it fine. Let's go kill this thing." replied Sirius.

Cautiously the trio crept towards the door, the floor creaked and groaned with each movement and outside the wind lashed at a nearby window, rattling it in its frame. Harry flanked the door and held his katana at the ready. A bead of sweat ran down his face as Miwa approached the door. She stopped directly before it and held her katana ready, behind her Sirius pulled out his wand and stood overwatch behind the two sorcerers.

Harry took a moment to steady himself before he looked at Miwa and gave a nod. She nodded back and in one smooth motion kicked in the door.

-{=CHAPTER END=}-

So the two worlds have finally met, good for them! I bet nothing will go wrong here, nothing at all, no sir. Anyways, I figured I could talk about the differences in culture again since I've got time. The observant among you may have noticed this but a few of the details of Sorcerer life didn't leave the greatest impression on the wizards. That's something I'm excited to explore, the difference in 'culture' for lack of a better term. To the wizards the "Sorcerers get injured all the time" comment was possibly the worst thing Gojo could have said there. It painted the picture that sorcerers don't value human life, especially the life of a child. Such a thing at least for Gojo is obviously false, he meant it more as a statement of fact, sorcerers who can come back from a mission uninjured are few and far between. Nevertheless the idea is out there now. To the wizards they are attempting to play the long game and slowly try to remove the Duo from Sorcerer Society.

Anyways that's enough of my rambling. I hope everyone has a great rest of their day/night. As always comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated. I'll see you all in the next one.