I am back with another big one. before we begin I did want to address something. Harry and Miwa are NOT attending Hogwarts. my apologies for doing the scene with the book of acceptance I realize that it definitely made it seem like that, my apologies. The point of A crossover for me is to explore what would happen if two different worlds collided and merged with each other and rehashing cannon material really doesn't work with that. So rest assured, they aren't attending Hogwarts. really all it was was a plot device to show the HP characters that they have another player on the field. That being said the book should still be considered for some other things, like a character's magical proficiency. Harry (technically) and Miwa both do have the capability to become Wizards, whether they want to or not is an in character decision that I wont spoil. Anyways with that out of the way onto the reviews.
GoldQuartz: There is definitely an element of overlap, wizards and sorcerers do draw from the same power source, the difference is how they draw from it and how they shape it. I plan to explore the relationship in upcoming chapters. If you're interested in crafting your own theories and are familiar with math give the plane of complex numbers a look, I based my ideas off that.
Indra074: I appreciate the call out and I agree partially. It would be stupid of me to put them in Hogwarts, that being said in regards to them having magic well we'll see. I explore the effects of cursed techniques on magic a pit in this chapter so if you're still reading hopefully it quells some of your fears.

Ash Peverell:Agradeço seu comentário. Harry tem 11 anos no momento, mas fará 12 em algumas semanas. Quanto aos personagens de HP recebendo energia ucrsed, bem... isso é um spoiler e não direi mais nada sobre o assunto. E não se preocupe, eles não irão para Hogwarts, não quero repetir o cânone. Espero que você goste do capítulo.

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Strangely it has come to my attention that I don't own JJK or HP, they are owned by Gege and Rowling respectively, apparently i only own my Oc's. bummer.

Thoughts - italics
Cursed Techniques: Bold

Language not understood by the POV character: Underline

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Chapter 5: A Meeting of Worlds Part 1:

Minerva McGonnigal. The Scottish highlands, Hogwarts. July 4th.

Scrolling through the book of acceptance was a task Minerva both dreaded and anticipated every year. Writing out each individual letter was a tedious task, often the words overlapped and blurred together as she wrote out the invitations with only the occasional break for witches and wizards born to purely muggle families. Yet strangely it was a task that filled her with joy each and every time she penned a letter. All of these students would be attending Hogwarts and would pass through her classroom. She would get to watch them grow into incredible mages, she would watch them revel in their successes and pick themselves up after every failure.

Minerva had just turned the page and prepared to write yet another letter when she paused.

Address unknown? Impossible.

Minerva took a second to look closer at the book of admittance. The thing could see the scant traces of magic an untrained child emanated from across the country, it could scry the exact details of the room a person lived down to the dust covering on their windowsill. It did not fail, it never had and never would, an unknown address was simply an impossibility. Begrudgingly Minerva skipped that name, the intricacies of the book of admittance was not her specialty after all she was a master transmutation witch not a charms master. Dumbledore would probably know what to do, he was charged with the book's upkeep after all. Minerva read down one more name and once again she saw the impossible.

Harry Gojo, formerly Harry Potter.

No. Harry was dead. She had seen the blood soaked room Voldemort had created. There was no way for anyone to come back from that. But a nagging voice reminded her that the book had never been wrong before. An unknown address could somewhat be explained, perhaps some paranoid witch or wizard had invented a new secrecy charm and forgotten to register it with the ministry. But the name Harry Potter was impossible, nobody could return from the utter annihilation Voldemort had caused. Minerva shot from her chair, her previous work forgotten. If the book truly was right and Harry lived then she needed to tell Sirius and Albus. As she ran down the steps of one of Hogwarts many towers Minerva felt a sliver of hope begin to grow within her

Please god let him be alive. Please.

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Sirius Black. Edinburgh, Scotland. July 4th

Sirius was having a grand old time. He had decided to step back from all the boring paperwork he had to prepare for the upcoming term and grab a drink at the spitfire, a muggle pub he had been frequenting for the past few months. Sure wizarding drinks were wonderful but there was nothing quite like a room full or horribly drunk idiots to brighten your day. Sirius took a break from watching the current drunken catastrophe that was serving as his entertainment to watch the muggle news. It wasn't super relevant to him but watching people try to balance a pint on their forehead while singing an old Scottish ballad had gotten old surprisingly fast.

Sirius turned to the TV -and god he wished magic and technology mixed- this thing was a gift from the gods with how convenient it was. By the looks of it he caught the news anchor right as they were beginning what looked to be a pretty big story.

"In shocking news today, the Dursley family was found dead this morning in their family home in Little Whinging Surrey. According to police investigations the victims were hacked to death by what appears to have been a large knife or other similar instrument. Their home was found in disarray after a pedestrian noticed a cracked window this morning on their morning walk. According to their testimony they then entered the house to investigate when they came across the scene of the crime. No DNA evidence has been found however a shocking note written in the victim's own blood was left by the killer. The note was written in Japanese and reads: "I'll see you soon Gojo." Police urge anyone who goes by that name or alias to report to them for police protection. More information to follow as the story unfolds."

Sirius's face went bone white as the news sunk in. There had been an epidemic of deranged knife murderers during the war that the muggle news had reported on. In actuality they were death eaters who had decided to begin their lord's 'great work' early, but the pattern was the same. A deranged murderer using an overpowered cutting curse to throw muggle authorities off their trail.

Hastily Sirius paid his tab and grabbed a copy of the muggle newspaper. He had no idea who this Gojo was but it was likely it was just a ruse meant to further throw the muggles off their trail. Whatever case Sirius knew Dumbledore would want to hear about this, they had missed a Death Eater and by the looks of it they were back to continue their "great work". Without a sound Sirius ducked into a dark alleyway and ducked behind a disgusting old dumpster. After checking that nobody was around Sirius disappeared from the alley with a pop, leaving behind nothing to tell of his presence.

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Sirius reappeared just outside of the Hogwarts grounds, near the station to the Hogwarts express. With a wave of his wand he summoned his broom and rocketed off above the Great Lake. His hair whipped in the breeze and a chill sunk in as his speed kicked up a layer of mist that buffeted against him drenching his clothes in water. Sirius didn't care. When he arrived at Hogwarts proper he zoomed as close as he could to the headmaster's tower before discarding his broom and taking off at full sprint towards Dumbledore's office.

As he rounded the bend and approached the statue that served as the door to Dumbledor's office. Strangely the statue was moved aside. Distantly Sirius recognized that this meant someone else was in a meeting with Dumbledore but Sirius didn't care this was more important.

He bolted up the stairs and threw open the doors to his old teacher's office. They slammed against the brick walls with the force of a wayward bombarda and Sirius looked up to see McGonagall in animated conversation with Dumbledore

"PROFESSOR WE HAVE A MASSIVE PROBLEM!"

Sirius ran to the desk and slammed the newspaper down on top of what looked to be the book of admittance. He muttered a quick apology to the book before he addressed Dumbledore.

"They're BACK ALBUS! We missed one and now they've begun their crusade again!"

Dumbledore looked between Sirius and the newspaper, eyes shining with confusion. "Speak plainly Sirius, you aren't making any sense. Who's back?"

"Voldemort. The death eaters! We must have missed one after good old snake face disappeared and now they've crawled out of whatever hole they hid in. They butchered the Dursleys Albus! Read the paper you'll see!"

With a sense of urgency Albus looked down to the paper and read the section Sirius had forced in his face. Albus scanned the paper initially concerned but when he arrived at the section about the note Albus did something Sirius had never seen him do.

He froze.

Albus Dumbledore did not freeze, that was one thing Sirius had come to know about the man. Whether he was in battle fending off the mightiest dark wizards to ever live, or the unfortunate victim of Peeve's latest bounds of mischief Albus always had something that shone in his eyes, something that told you he was aware and had a plan.

That shine was gone.

The paper in Albus's hand trembled slightly as he looked off. His eyes were no longer focused on the words in front of him. No they were somewhere else entirely, looking off into some world that only he could see.

"Albus?" Sirius said tentatively. "What's going on? This isn't like you."

Dumbledore abruptly stood and pulled out his wand. "Point Me: Harry Potter." Albus said with a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

Sirius was about to ask what the hell he was doing. Harry was dead and they had all somewhat made their piece with that. The wound in Sirius's heart still hurt but the pain had faded with time, and now instead of the all encompassing pain it had been it was just a yawning chasm. He was aware of it but thinking about the loss of his godson still hurt.

Sirius had expected the wand to remain inert. Point Me never worked on things that didn't exist after all but to Sirius's immense surprise and muted horror the wand moved. It spun in a circle like a compass in an ever shifting magnetic field, taunting Sirius with its indecisiveness.

No… Please god don't give me hope

"You See!" came the excited proclamation of Minerva. "The book is never wrong! He's still alive, we just have to find him!"

"I'm sorry what book?" replied Sirius.

Wordlessly Minerva gestured to the book of admittance. Sirius removed the newspaper and stared down at the book. The inked parchment and fine script sent his heart soaring as he read the text. "Harry Gojo, formerly Harry potter." He was elated, his godson was alive! Sirius was about to celebrate and start apperating all over the country to find him when his brain caught up with what he had just read.

Harry Gojo.

Gojo.

"I'll see you soon Gojo."

The note the killer had left in blood. They KNEW! They knew so much more than he did! They knew Harry had been living somewhere else, they knew who Harry had been living with, what his name was now. And that deranged fuck was after his godson.

Sirius whipped out his wand. The dark wood shone in the candlelight of the office. Its black surface reflected in it the face of a man who had just been given the best and worst news of his life. Without any wasted time Sirius casted his spell. "Point me: Harry Gojo." Sirius had hoped that his spell would be different with the technically correct name. Maybe Albus's wand had just gone spinning like a top because he was using the technically outdated name? Sirius's wand did not spin.

It just sat there, doing nothing, taunting him.

Sirius's breath caught in his throat as he stared at his wand. Desperately he poured magic into his wand, hoping, begging to see any flicker of movement. The wand still refused to move. "Why god damnit!" Sirius screamed, rage coloured his voice as he spoke to his wand. "My godson is out there alone and you won't even fucking move. Work god damnit!" Sirius was about to scream again, to throw his wand across the room for its inaction, but before he could do so McGonnigal interrupted him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she cast a spell.

"Point Me: Kasumi Miwa."

McGonnigal's wand snapped south east, locking onto its target. Faintly Sirius registered the fact that the wand shuddered slightly back and forth in an uncharacteristic display of difficulty. But Sirius was more focused on the name, his mind took a few moments to parse through the list of people he knew before it finally blue screened.

"I'm sorry who?" said a befuddled Sirius, his rage giving way to confusion.

Minerva gestured to the book of admittance, pointing directly at a page where two names were scrawled in the most illegible script Sirius had ever read. "The book wrote two names down, but couldn't divine their addresses." McGonnigal began. "I had forgotten all about the second name when I saw Harry's name on the list but they both have the same issue."

Sirius stared down at the book and sure enough there were two people with an unknown address. Kasumi Miwa and his godson. "So do we think they're related? I mean that's an odd coincidence isn't it?"

"Probably not, but they may be in a similar location. The book only checks magical Britain for any children not any further beyond it." Replied McGonnigal. "Although… This implies that Harry has been living outside England for the past 12 years."

Dumbledore took this opportunity to cast a Point Me, targeted at Kasumi. Like with McGonnigal's wand his snapped into place, although like before it slightly wobbled a bit. Dumbledore's brow furrowed for a moment before he stowed his wand and stood up.

"Sirius, Minerva, would you two be so kind as to prepare some muggle ware and begin apperating around the country? I'm afraid the British Isles are quite a large area for three people to check." Dumbledore began to walk out of his office, casting various disillusionment charms on the trio as they walked. "If we assume the two of them appeared in the book at roughly similar times then it wouldn't be too peculiar if they were traveling together."

Sirius ran out of the room with haste, his broom was waiting for him and without any preamble Sirius leaped onto his boom and flew outside of the Hogwarts wards. The second he was out Sirius disappeared in a crack. Sirius and his broom disappeared, moving through an imaginary tube to begin their search.

I'm coming for you Harry. I promise I won't fail you again.

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Harry Gojo, Scotland, East Lothian County. July 10th

New Shadow Style: Quick Draw!

Harry watched as the curse He and Miwa had been fighting made the biggest mistake of its "life" as it stepped into Miwa's simple domain. The deacon-like curse lost its half rotted head as Miwa's katana severed its neck in a perfectly clean cut. She was good, and not just in the sense that she could swing her sword well. Miwa had excellent intuition and it had only taken her a few minutes of fighting the curse for her to dissect and pick apart its weaknesses. After that she just baited the thing into a suicide attack and that was that. The curse burst into teal flames, its form unraveled and became ash on the wind, scattering as it died. Miwa sheathed her katana with a flourish before walking over to Harry and sitting beside him.

A moment passed as the two of them took the time to scan for any more curses that might have been lingering in the area. Finding none, Harry turned to Miwa.

"Good job." he offered. He meant it. Miwa was technically a grade three sorcerer but she was absolutely better than her grade displayed. If she had been born with a technique she could easily make second grade, and with how passionate she was about sorcery, first grade would only really be a matter of time. With a smile Miwa took out her blade and began cleaning it. Her flourish may have cleared the blade of most curse blood but it never hurt to be safe. Her eyes softened as she turned to look at Harry.

"Thanks," she replied. Her voice was still somewhat formal but it had a touch of warmth. "Though I wish I had dealt with it faster."

Harry raised an eyebrow as a grin tugged at his face. He had only really known Miwa for a week but one thing he had noticed was that she had a habit of downplaying her achievements.

"What one slice wasn't good enough for you?" replied Harry with a false sense of incredulousness.

Miwa huffed and rolled her eyes, a small smile tugged at her lips as she wiped her blade a final time before sheathing it. "Maybe not," she said, "It just always feels like I could have done something better." Her tone was light but there was an element of self criticism in it, there almost always was.

Harry respected that, she was never content with her current skills, always pushing to be better. Although for Miwa this almost bordered on an obsession, one that Harry had noticed fairly quickly. It was hard not to when she was always comparing herself to an impossibly high standard she hoped to reach.

"You'll drive yourself batshit insane if you always think like that." Harry said as he leaned back against a wall. "You're already better than most sorcerers are, though if you're serious about getting better you should consider working on a domain."

Miwa stilled as he said that. She turned to face Harry, her eyes wide with something unreadable. The moment stretched for a bit and for a second Harry thought she would just laugh the idea off. Then her head tilted in thought and something that was an odd mix of trepidation and excitement shone in her eyes.

"You're not joking are you." Her voice was cautious, but the same mix of trepidation and excitement was present in her voice as well. "You do know that you need a technique for a domain right? I can't expand one without it…" her voice took on a lamenting tone towards the end. Harry just rolled his eyes in response.

"Who said you needed a technique? Just because all the sorcerers who've used a domain so far had a technique doesn't mean it's a requirement. Besides, you've got the heart for it." Harry's voice carried an element of certainty to it.

Miwa looked upwards towards the blue sky, her eyes lost in thought. "Only the best sorcerers can make a domain Harry. It's… it's not just something I can decide to do on a whim, and besides. I'm only a grade three sorcerer. What could I possibly do to achieve that?"

Harry snorted. "Now you're just making fun of yourself. Grade three? Please. You're not exactly a normal grade three sorcerer. And hell even if the papers say grade three is the best you'll ever do are you really going to let that be the end of it?"

Miwa hesitated for a moment, her fingers unconsciously tracing the hilt of her katana. The thought of creating a domain had been a distant dream. Once upon a time she had dreamed of creating one, but those dreams died when Gakuganji had told her you needed a technique to do it. Domains were for the best of the best, for sorcerers with the most powerful techniques, not someone like Miwa, who had none. But then again Todo thought she would be able to land a black flash and that was on a similar level. Smiling, Miwa turned to look at Harry.

"You really think I could do it huh?" Her voice was quiet but there was a new sense of drive in it. She wasn't just humoring him anymore, Miwa was taking the conversation seriously. A sense of determination was shining in her eyes. "You know that everyone says that this is impossible right?"

Harry just shrugged, he met her gaze as his face slipped into the cocky grin he usually wore. "It's only impossible until someone does it, then it's an achievement. And besides know what they say; shoot for the moon and even if you miss you'll end up amongst the stars."

Miwa laughed, "Always the optimist aren't you? "Alright. I'll do it!" The words came out more confident than Miwa had expected, making a domain was probably impossible for her, but then again Miwa did love a challenge, and she'd be damned if she just gave up before trying. "But you know it's gonna take time right? I mean a domain isn't something that you can just do. I'm gonna have to work on it."

Somehow Harry's Cheshire like grin grew even bigger. "That's the spirit! Now come on we've got a few more curses to hit, that one was small fry anyways." Harry began walking off but Miwa stayed behind for a moment looking at the space where the deacon-curse had occupied. A week ago she had considered killing a semi-second grade curse her highest achievement and now here she was, resolving to create a domain. The thought felt surreal, and frankly ludicrous to her but she had resolved to do it all the same

"How the hell am I even going to start?" she sighed, rubbing the back of her head as a spike of uncertainty drove its way into her mind. "Oh well. I should probably figure out a black flash first. Maybe that'll give me some ideas."

Miwa turned and ran off and caught up to Harry. "Hey Harry-san, Thanks for believing in me." A small but genuine smile pulling at her lips. It felt good to have someone in her corner for once.

Harry just waved her off "No problem, it's what friends are for after all." He called back over his shoulder. Once he heard her catch up he turned his head slightly to look at her. "So what do you wanna do next? We've got that old haunted warehouse we could hit or we could check out that old abandoned cemetery? There's probably a curse living there too."

Miwa took a moment to think. The warehouse had felt off somehow during her preliminary investigation, eerie noises echoed throughout the warehouse and shadows always seemed to move in the corner of her vision. But the thrill of a real challenge drew her away from the warehouse. Stronger curses tended to coalesce in places with negative connotations and for a small town like this the graveyard was almost certainly something people shared bad memories of. "Let's go to the cemetery." responded Miwa "There'll probably be less people in the immediate area plus those are generally stronger curses anyways. Neither of us are going to get better fighting grade threes."

"Alright sounds good! Haunted graveyard here we come!" His voice filled with faux drama as he spoke. "Who knows? Maybe we'll find the ghost of an ancient king still coveting his lost kingdom, or maybe it'll be the ghosts of two rival knights, each of them carrying on their grudge to the afterlife? Wooooo~ Spooky."

Miwa rolled her eyes but couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" she said, even though she was admittedly curious about what they would find.

"It's part of my charm," Harry said, turning to walk backwards as he talked. "Besides, if you think I'm bad you should talk to my dad for more than a few minutes. I swear there will be a time in the future where he decides getting a cool selfie or a bucket of candy is more important than fighting a curse."

Miwa snorted. "Surely he can't be that bad?" she asked.

Harry's face slipped into a haunted look as he seemingly fell into a memory. "Trust me," his previous cheer was gone instead replaced with a certainty that surprised even him. "He's worse."

His cheer reappeared immediately as though the moment never even happened and he started walking again as he spoke. "Anyways, graveyard?"

"Graveyard." parroted Miwa.

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The path towards the cemetery took the two of them out of town. Overhead the full moon shone through tree leaves, turning the gentle glow into eerie pillars of light that scattered across the gravel path. As they approached the old iron gates the air grew still and the atmosphere filled with an oppressive silence. Harry stopped before the gates and looked towards Miwa, she was training behind him by a bit hand resting on the hilt of her katana.

"Ready?" Harry's eyes hardened as he spoke as an uncharacteristic seriousness fell upon his features. "This place is definitely cursed and with how bad this feels I'd say it's at least a Semi-Grade one."

Miwa looked around nervously, the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on her mind, clashing with her resolve. Resolve won out and a look of determination settled on her face as she nodded. "I'm ready."

Harry formed a hand sign as he pulled on his cursed energy. The baleful power leapt to the surface as he spoke, blanketing his soul in a second skin of cursed energy. "Emerge from darkness blacker still. Purify that which is impure." An inky black dome materialized above the cemetery. Its edges flickered and moved in an unseen wind and writhed with unnatural energies before they began to fall towards the ground, blanketing the entire area with an eerie light.

Harry heard the sound of a katana rapidly being drawn from beside him as the veil fell. Instantly he turned toward the source of the noise, his hand falling to his own katana. He saw Miwa standing her katana drawn facing towards the path they had just walked down. He lowered into a stance as he tilted his head. "What's wrong, did you feel something?". The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he looked towards the blackened forest, seeing nothing but a small curtain of moonlight.

Miwa turned to face Harry, her stance deepening as a simple domain formed around her. "Yea," she intoned. "I felt a burst of… something, it was like cursed energy but at the same time it wasn't… It was like a bad depiction or adaptation of it rather than the real thing." her face was scrunched up in concentration as she looked outwards, attempting to pierce through the darkness to make out some detail in the woods.

"Assassins?" Harry asked, a twinge of nervousness was present in his voice. He considered his options as the two of them tried to pierce through the forest. "I could drop another veil inside of this one." He said as he pointed towards the graveyard. "It'll be weaker since there won't really be any conditions but it'll buy us some time to make a move."

Miwa started backing towards the veil. "It's a better idea than I have."

"Great," Harry drawled. "Well... Let's get this party started." Harry backed into the veil and Miwa followed close behind. Hastily Harry created a second veil, its border fell and touched down just inside the first. Reluctantly Harry turned around and faced the graveyard. The place was desolate and silent, almost oppressively so. No grass grew between the neat rows of headstones, and the cobbled paths were all cracked and falling into disarray. Scattered throughout the cemetery the occasional tree grew, but none of them lived, all of them were rotted and gnarled, having long lost the ability to sustain themselves.

Throughout the graveyard small amoeba-like curses grew atop gravestones, spreading like an unwelcome fungus. Harry and Miwa advanced cautiously as they began culling the weaker curses, most of them popped like overripe fruit when they stabbed them, spraying curse blood all over the headstones. Eventually they arrived at the center of the graveyard where a large mausoleum stood inside a large courtyard. A moat of water encircled the mausoleum, it was intended to create a state of calm, but the revealing light of the veil showed its true nature. The water was muddy brown and smelt strangely of Sulphur and rot. Inside the water Harry could swear he saw the faces of dead and dying men flash by, each one carved in a rictus of agony. A weight settled across the two of them as they entered the courtyard. As soon as they did so the sounds of carnage echoed around them, explosions, screams and wails of agony filled the air as they walked, the sound of their footsteps somehow echoing above the cacophony.

The sound of splashing water drew their attention as a wet and bloated hand reached out of the moat and grasped at the cobblestones. Slowly it pulled itself out of the river, revealing more and more of its twisted form with each agonizing inch. The humanoid curse was wearing a torn and frayed grey overcoat, its surface was stained with blood, dirt and filth. Bullet holes marred the coat, some large enough to peel back the overcoat to reveal the curse's grey waterlogged skin. On its head a simple spiked helmet that sat uneasily atop its destroyed head. The helmet was dented and stained, and covered in filth like the overcoat. The occasional scratch mark or odd patina of corrosion added to the helmet's destruction. Beneath the helmet a large cloth gasmask obscured the curse's face, the cloth was soaked with water and it made uncomfortable squelching sounds as it moved in and out with every wheezing breath the creature took. In the creature's hand an old bolt action rifle reflected what little light was in the graveyard. The wood was rotten and decaying revealing the rusted skeleton of the once lethal weapon, underneath the barrel a bayonet sat affixed to the rotted wood, the blade dripping with blood and bile.

Harry and Miwa both immediately crouched down and prepared for combat, Harry's technique coated his blade with black mist and Miwa's simple domain spread out around her, illuminating the courtyard. Nervously a thought flashed across both of their minds as they beheld the curse
Grade One.

The curse reared back and howled the sound echoing ominously through the empty courtyard. Instantly the thing charged forward and rushed at Harry, who drew his katana and blocked the wild bayonet swing. As the blades impacted Harry felt vibrations ring down through the blade and into his arm shredding muscles with its power. His technique took the opportunity presented by the bind and tried to devour the rusted blade but found no purchase as the overwhelming power the curse had suffused into its blade rebuffed devour's attempts.

Shit. This thing's strong! If I hadn't blocked that I'd have lost an arm at the minimum.

Harry strained against the curse's unnatural strength, his teeth grinding with the effort as his katana and technique fought against the supernaturally tough cursed bayonet. Harry broke the bind and stepped backwards, his arms still ringing with pain from the effort. Slowly Harry began to circle the curse as he recoated his blade in his technique, eventually once he reached the opposite side of the courtyard he locked eyes with Miwa and gave a subtle nod. Both sorcerers rushed back into the fray, flanking their enemy. The two of them swung at the abomination, who dodged the swings with a grace that belied its decayed form. Sparks flashed across the courtyard and the loud clang of steel on steel reverberated throughout the empty space, giving a melody to the dance of death.

Eventually Harry had to draw back as the curse stepped into his guard and landed a slash on his hip. Blood flowed from the wound as the rusted blade parted skin and muscle. Harry's face scrunched up into a grimace of pain as he withdrew. Seeing her companion's plight Miwa stepped in and attempted an overhead cut but the curse saw through her gambit and with unnatural dexterity, pirouetted and brought its bayonet into a cross chop.

An explosive bang echoed out as the curse fired its decayed rifle adding momentum to the swing, turning the blade into a blur of movement. The rifle and blade slammed into Miwa's side, sending her flying across the courtyard and into a lone gravestone that cracked and broke apart as Miwa impacted it. Harry had just recovered from the pain when he saw the curse lower its rife and take aim at Miwa's prone form.

Harry didn't have time to think of a counter, instead instinct propelled him as he dashed forward in front of the barrel just in time for the curse to fire. A white hot lance of pain drove through Harry's shoulder as the bullet impacted and then exited out the other side, spewing blood and bone across the cobblestone floor. A kick impacted Harry's ribs and he heaved as he was sent flying away from the curse and towards the grave where Miwa had landed.

For a moment the two sorcerers lay against the broken gravestones before they stood up. Harry looked over to Miwa his eyes were watery and unfocussed and his face was scrunched up in agony. "You alright?" he managed to choke out in between grunts of pain.

"I'll live," Miwa's face was similarly scrunched up in agony and her voice carried a sharp edge to it. "It hit my ribs instead, I think one or two of them are broken. What about you Harry-san?"

"Bullet hole in my shoulder." Harry responded through gasps of pain. "FUCK! We bit off more than we could chew." Harry sheathed his sword and extended his hand outwards towards the curse. "I'm going to give you an opening, see if you can disarm it." Harry began to channel his cursed energy. He waited until Miwa was a safe enough distance from him before he acted.

Drawing upon his cursed energy Harry focused it into a ball and intoned: Curse Technique Amplification: Perfect Abyss. Harry sent the incomplete technique flying before he finished coalescing it into a perfect sphere. The technique shot outwards as the imperfect ball shattered into countless black marbles of cursed energy that went flying through the air devouring everything in their path. The shards reached the curse and impacted against its frame, devouring chunks of flesh, leaving holes that bore straight through the curse.

"Now Miwa!" Harry screamed as he grabbed his sword and rushed the curse. Miwa joined him at his side as the two of them approached the curse and began to hack away. The two of them attacked with as much force as they could muster, dozens of strikes flew outwards and landed against the curse, wet thwacks ringing out as the two sorcerers lashed out with reckless abandon, their katanas cleaving flesh as they carved the curse like they would a turkey. During the beatdown Harry managed to use the flat of his blade to knock the curse's rifle hand into the path of Miwa's blade. The hand flew through the air squirting cursed blood across Miwa's face as her katana severed the hand from the arm. A look of triumph reflected across the sorcerer's faces as they saw the rifle fly away. Harry and Miwa both prepared another swing but stopped when they saw the curse's gas mask deform. Cursed energy gathered in a violent tempest as the mask bulged and expanded as tendrils of pale green-yellow gas broke out at the seams.

"SCATTER!" Harry screamed. Miwa and Harry both abandoned their strikes as the mask reached a breaking point. Toxic gas spewed outwards from the mask blanketing the courtyard in a yellow haze as it expanded. Miwa managed to dash away in time, escaping the expanding cloud before it consumed her. Harry wasn't so lucky, The exertion of the sudden movement caused his bullet wound to flare with pain, Harry involuntarily inhaled breathing in a mouthful of the gas. His lungs burned in agony and Harry had just enough time to coat his blade in cursed energy to absorb the surrounding gas before he doubled over coughing.

In the corner of his eyes Harry saw the severed stump of the curse's hand begin to bubble as bone, muscle then rotted skin reformed the hand, and then surprisingly the entire rifle as well. A sense of dread filled Harry as the curse leveled its gun at him and took aim. Weakly, Harry raised his katana and swung it against the barrel of the rifle throwing off its aim.

Another bang echoed out across the courtyard as the curse fired and another bullet embedded itself in Harry's bicep on the already wounded arm. A scream tore itself from Harry's lips, but was abruptly cut off when the curse lashed out and kicked him in the stomach. Harry flew out the dissipating remnants of the gas cloud in a crumpled heap. Immediately Miwa rushed over to his side and helped him up, his body burning in agony as he stood and gripped his katana again, his knuckles turning white with the strain.

"We're going to have to do that again." Harry wheezed out in between bouts of painful coughing. "I've got enough cursed energy left for one, maybe two more amplifications." He turned to look at Miwa, determination shone in his eyes as he fought through the pain. "Make it count."

Miwa nodded and prepared to rush in again, het katana drawn and pointed towards the gas cloud. The curse slowly emerged from the yellow haze and both sorcerers tensed. Miwa dashed forward and circled the curse as Harry once again channeled his cursed technique. The imperfect marble of void formed at his fingertips as he channeled his cursed energy. "Cursed Technique Amplification: Perfect Abyss." The marble shot out shattering in air and once again tearing through the curse, turning sections of the curse into fine mist before it absorbed and devoured it.

Miwa took the opportunity and lashed out with wild slashes, tearing through the damaged curse flesh. She sent the curse's rifle flying once again as she severed both its hands, the thing howled in rage and pain as the rifle fell and clattered against the ground. Then she began working on the torso, slashes landed and cleaved into the curse rending bone. Eventually she felt Harry gather another ball of cursed energy and she kicked the curse into Harry's line of fire. The marble of void shot out and shattered directly in front of the curse, blowing a basketball sized hole through its torso.

Wasting no time both Miwa and Harry charged back into the fray, Harry threw all of his remaining strength into the final swing, his muscles screamed with effort and white hot lances of pain shot from his arm and lungs, but the strike connected. Harry cleaved the curse in two, separating its torso and upper chest from its legs. Not to be outdone, Miwa also landed a strike on the now legless curse's neck. Her katana bit through rotted flesh and bone, severing the neck from its body. The head of the curse flew through the air as the neck spurted a fountain of blood, painting the concrete around them a deep purple.

Harry staggered and fell to the ground, exhaustion and pain had turned his body to lead, and he had little energy left to keep himself awake. With the last dregs of his strength he picked up his blade and threw it at the curse's prone form. The blade clattered along the ground and landed by the curse's headless torso. Distantly he was aware of Miwa hacking at the curse's head, but the dull thwacks faded away into the background as they echoed throughout the courtyard. Black spots began to form at the edges of his vision and Harry began to feel his eyes sag. He forced himself to stay awake, the curse wasn't dead yet and he refused to let this thing live. He willed devour to life once again, black mist sprung from his hands and made their way to his blade coating it like a mourning shroud. One final thwack echoed throughout the courtyard and Harry saw the curse burst into blue flames, devour quickly ate up the excess cursed energy and funneled it into Harry's reserves.

Harry let his eyes begin to sag, the job was done and the curse was dead, there was no need for a sorcerer anymore. Distantly Harry was aware of Miwa rushing over and applying a very basic first aid, but Harry was more focused on the other half of this job.

"Miwa-san," Harry scraped out, his voice was raspy and weak "I'll leave the assassins to you."

The last thing Harry saw before he slipped into unconsciousness was his veils collapsing, turning to dust on the wind as they unraveled.

Good luck Miwa-san.

-{=BREAK=}-

Sirius Black, Scotland, East Lothian County. July 10th

Sirius appeared on a graveyard path with a crack. The sound echoed throughout the forest as Sirius took a moment to steady himself, banishing the post-apperation nausea. After regaining his bearings Sirius pulled out his wand and cast a Point Me. The wand quickly snapped to attention and pointed towards the graveyard.

They're here.

Sirius quickly cast a pair of Patronuses, the ethereal stags jumped out of the tip of his wand and began to fly across the sky. Without any more fanfare Sirius turned and walked down the graveyard path. The area felt foul, the trees were unnaturally still, and the air was rife with some form of unnatural energy that sent shivers up his spine. Sirius stretched out his arcane senses a bit past his physical form, letting his magic fill the stagnant world, breathing life back into the area. Strangely the magic flowed much easier than he had expected, almost like it was filling an empty bowl rather than adding more to the ocean of magic that existed -should exist- in the world.

Sirius withdrew his magic in abject horror, everywhere he looked he felt the absence of magic. The trees sagged, seemingly weighed down by the lack of power becoming twisted and unnatural in its absence, the air stilled and became stagnant without its power source creating an eerie atmosphere. The world seemed to Sirius almost grey and monotone without the lifeblood of the world coursing through its veins. Sirius turned and began running down the path towards the target of his spell, whatever was going on here was deeply wrong and Sirius would be damned if he let an innocent witch be tainted by the dark arts.

Eventually two other cracks echoed out behind Sirius, filling the air with the faint traces of magic as Dumbledore and McGonnigal appeared behind him. Sirius stopped his pursuit momentarily to address the two new arrivals before he beckoned them to follow him.

"Have you found something?" came the grandfatherly voice of Dumbledore. Sirius just nodded and pointed down the graveyard path.

"I think they're down there. But the place feels… wrong. This whole place feels sick, almost like the dark arts have cursed it but well…"

"There's no magic." interjected McGonnigal's stern voice.

"Exactly!" exclaimed Sirius. "This just feels wrong, like something has sapped the magic out from the world! I can think of only a few spells that could do that and most of them were so horrible that fucking Voldemort wouldn't even use them!"

A collective shiver went down the spines of all the wizards present as the name echoes through the trees. Dumbledore extended his senses outwards into the surrounding forest and without any delay he turned and confirmed Sirius's observations.

"This place has been butchered." Albus's voice was tinged with horror as he spoke. It made sense in a twisted sort of way. For someone who lived and breathed magic as he did the idea that someone would willingly remove it from the world must have been horrifying.

Albus opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted as a wave of malignant energy washed over them. Sirius turned towards its source and immediately was greeted by a strange sight. The night sky, already dark and without light, somehow blackened even further, turning into a pure void.

Sirius stilled, as the energy washed over him, it felt evil, for lack of a better word, like all the joy had been sapped from the world and in its place was all the hatred of mankind. It felt like those things.

Sirius broke out into a sprint as soon as he felt that baleful energy. McGonnigal and Dumbledore followed quickly after as a second wave, this time much more targeted and direct in its intent washed over their senses. The trio ran down the path, gravel crunching and churning underneath their feet as they made their way towards the graveyard gates. They stopped just in front of the graveyard gates, where the mysterious wall blocked their path. Without hesitation Sirius drew his wand and blasted out a Bombarda, attempting to shatter the wall before him, but to his horror it merely disappeared, inking beneath the surface of the wall like a stone would fall into a lake.

Not to be deterred Sirius lashed out again, followed shortly by Dumbledore and McGonnigal, Spells flew forth from their wands, filling the arcane void with the song of destruction but they made no progress. The damnable wall rebuffed all of their attempts, each and every spell just sunk beneath the surface, seemingly doing nothing until strangely, the wall collapsed, seemingly disappearing under the weight of their combined attack.

Without any further delay the trio threw the gates to the graveyard open and ran into the desolate place. The absence of magic only grew as they ventured forth, the atmosphere became dark and oppressive as they walked, and the dreadful energy that coated the place only increased in potency the further in they went. Off in the distance Sirius could see some form of strange arcane fire, it was blue in hue and lit up the surrounding courtyard in a beautiful azure but Sirius couldn't find it in him to be assured by the presence of the light, if anything it felt like the most cursed part of the graveyard.

As the trio progressed the telltale signs of battle became apparent to them, strange viscous purple blood began to coat and cover the gravestones in a macabre paint job, and cracks and gashes began to become more frequent as they progressed.

Eventually the trio reached the center of the graveyard and were greeted by a truly grizzly sight. The cobblestone bricks were coated in blood, both human and not. The scent of iron hung in the air and assaulted their senses. Sirius gagged and had to swallow bile, he hadn't seen a scene like this since the war and time had done little for his tolerance for death. Two figures, children, by the looks of it were in the courtyard, one was covered in blood, their pale white hair was stained red and their obviously muggle jacket was doing no better. Blood pooled around them and Sirius felt a part of himself die as he looked at the ravaged form of the child. The second figure, her back illuminated by the burning azure fire, glared at them and rested a hand at the sword on their waist. Like the other child she too was covered in blood, although not human blood, as evident by the purple hue it took on. Her blue hair, and muggle three piece suit was fully stained and ruined.

Without a word the child's stance deepened and a glowing ring of light formed around them as her hand rested on the hilt of her blade.

Sirius raised his hands in the hopefully universal sign of surrender. He glanced over towards Dumbledore and McGonnigal, both of whom had lowered their wands and were looking at each other with concern in their eyes.

"Miss we mean you no harm." Sirius said in a tone that was hopefully as reassuring as possible.

The girl looked un-convinced. And bit back, her voice filled with pure vitriol. "Don't try to give me your petty mockery of surrender assassins. I know you speak Japanese, if you want to talk, get it over with so we can fight and I can kill you"

Sirius looked over at Dumbledore and McGonnigal, both of whom looked as confused as he was at the utter hatred in her voice. Sirius looked down at his want and flicked his wrist to toss it away. That was evidently the wrong move as instantly the girl was in his face, katana swinging at his head with the intent to kill.

Sirius barely had time to apparate away, the ghost of the blade still brushing against his brow as he reappeared at Hogwarts station. Without any time to spare Sirius apperated back into the fight. Peace was well and truly out the window now, spells were flying and the girl was doing a scarily good job at dodging each of them. With each beam of light she shifted just enough to dodge, sending them flying by mere millimeters from her body. Sirius wasted no time and as soon as he reappeared he cast an Expelliarmus, hoping to relieve the girl of her blade.

The girl unfortunately dodged it and wheeled around to swing at Dumbledore. Her blade flew through the air and just as it was about to strike McGonnigal transmuted the round beneath her feet to mud. She lost her balance and subsequently lost her strike as she fell, a scream of confusion escaping her lips. Sirius took the opportunity to cast another Expelliarmus, unlike before the girl had no way of dodging the spell while in midair and her blade flew out of her hand as the red bolt hit her in the shoulder.

She turned to Sirius as she fell, their eyes met and Sirius recoiled as he saw the sheer hatred and fear in her eyes. The moment lasted barely a second before she was hit by Albus's stunner. She hit the ground like a sack of potatoes and after a few more spells ensured she was unable to move, even if she woke up Dumbledore turned to the other figure in the courtyard.

Instantly Sirius moved and began casting every medical spell he knew, but they all dissipated and into mist as they reached the child. Sirius turned to the other two teachers and screamed. "Get Madam Pomfrey now!". The other two wasted no time. A Patronus carrying their message flew through the air and quickly they began helping him bandage the poor child.

Dear god this is a mess! Please let him still be alive, please.

Sirius worked diligently as he began applying basic first aid, as soon as the mediwitch arrived he turned the boy over to her and began helping the other two clean up the disaster that was the courtyard.

All the while he prayed that the child would live

-{=CHAPTER END=}-.

It was in fact not 3 months. Apologies for the delay, I know I said that roughly 10k long chapters wouldn't be a common occurrence but once I started writing this one I just couldn't stop.

Needless to say, first impressions were not the greatest. I wanted to speak a bit on the divide between the wizards and sorcerers and how I'm going to write them. For wizards they are functionally operating on the same logic as we would now, children are to be protected, and only once you've become an adult, and completed training are you allowed to go on a job that would potentially risk your life, and even then you'd probably have been on many more beforehand to get experience. For wizards, someone dead on the job is a tragedy, for sorcerers it's Tuesday. Literally all of their jobs are trial by fire and if you die, oh well hopefully you took out the curse with you as you went out. Harry and Miwa are operating on a completely different moral system from witches and wizards. Curse users are often under kill on sight orders and Harry and Miwa would absolutely do so if given the opportunity.

Anyways aside from all of that I wanted to make an announcement. I've started a new crossover. It's called 'A Gathering of Kings' and it's an MTG (Magic the Gathering) and Game of Thrones/ASOIAF crossover. Check it out if you want. Honestly I started it because I was getting a bit narratively burnt out just writing for this fic and my brain would not shut up about the idea. I don't think it'll take my attention away from this fic but i'll definitely be alternating posts for a while. The first chapter should be coming up either later today or tomorrow, I just need to finish editing the first chapter.

Anyways hope everyone had a great day/night and I'll see you all next time whenever that may be.