Greetings, faithful readers! In celebration of the new Alita Battle Angel movie, and because I noticed a rather signifigant increase in traffic on my other Alita Battle Angel story, I have pulled Alita off the shelves, and thrown her into the moshpit that is my writing process. Let's see how she does...

Harry Potter had to be the most unlucky of individuals. Basilisks, Dragons, and psychopathic dark lords, the teenaged wizard certainly knew how to cause a stir. He never really tried to find trouble, but trouble always came looking for him. As he lay in his bedroom, trying to rest after a rather stressful ride from the train station, and prepare for a positively dreadful summer with the Dursely family. He sighed softly as he lay in his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling with the events of the last year haunting his mind. The tournament, Cedric's death... The return of the Dark Lord Voldemort. He rolled over on his side, pausing as he felt something shift in his pocket. He sat up and frowned, pulling the object out of his pants.

A large, galleon sized disc of a heavy metal sat in his palm. Etched onto the face of one side was a effigy of angel wings, though they appeared to be made out of gears and poles, rather than metal, on the left side. An hourglass sat in the middle of wings, shimmering softly as the two dimensional grains of sand within shifted, going to the bottom of the tiny hourglass. On the other face, two curved blades without any hilts were crossed over in front of a two halve circle. One side was a bright red half circle he faintly recognized as Mars from his Astronomy classes. The other side was... a star? It was hard to tell. It pulsated softly, bathing his face in a strange, warm light. An odd, blonde haired Ravenclaw from Ginny's year had come up to him before the train had departed, giving him the coin and saying something about a fallen angel and "the power that 'Flight from Death' knew not." Harry wasn't really paying attention at the time.

He frowned, rubbing a smudge off of the hourglass so he could see the sand better. Without warning, a sharp pain could be felt as something on the coin seemed to cut into his thumb. He cursed, immediately sucking on the cut, mildly annoyed at the coin. That annoyance turned into fear as the blood on the coin suddenly vanished, sucked into the hourglass. Not good. Harry knew better than most what blood could do when involved in magic. He yelped slightly, tossing the coin away as it began to glow brightly. Blood red sparks of light began materializing over the coin, spreading to form a bright, shimmering cylinder from the floor to the ceiling. Harry fell backwards, throwing himself out of the bed and hiding behind it as he drew his wand, ready for whatever was going on. He knew that this had to be some sort of summoning or restoration ritual based on his limited knowledge of blood magic and firsthand experience in the graveyard.

He shivered slightly as a brutally cold wind swept through the room, and decided to peek over the bed. The red light had become a mixture of red and white, and the cylinder was spinning even faster now. A strange clicking noise rang out in his head, getting faster and faster until it was a sharp buzz. Strange, red dust began drifting out of the cylinder, and a shape could be seen forming within. It was humanoid, Harry could see that, but it was hard to tell anything else from the swirling lights. As the outline became clearer though, Harry could see that the person was struggling fiercely against... something. He hesitantly rose to his feet, pointing his wand at the cylinder, watching the person struggle against some unseen force. Should he help them? As he neared the strange coin and it's weird lights, he could only barely make out the sound of a girl struggling, crying out in fear and frustration. He closed his eyes and groaned, knowing he was going to regret this...

He tossed his wand to the side, before rushing the cylinder and throwing himself into the light. A sharp pain flared into his shoulder as it felt like slamming into a metal wall. But still, he came out on the other side with whoever was in the lightshow, and they both slammed into the ground. He vaguely thanked whatever higher power out there existed that his relatives were out in London for the evening, groaning in pain as he staggered to his feet and clutched at his shoulder. Bloody hell, that hurt! Before he could get his bearing though, something slammed into him, grabbing his throat and pinning him to his bed. He gasped for air, struggling to remove what felt like a gauntlet of armour from around his throat. A sharp point on his chest made him freeze. He squinted his eyes, the wire frame glasses usually perched on his face having been knocked off during the second impact. Despite the pain, he managed to croak out, "W-Wait! I'm not going to hurt you!"

The person holding him seemed to go still, before backing away hastily. Harry coughed painfully, his hand scrambling around for his glasses. After a few seconds, the wayward pair of lenses were placed gently in his hands. He coughed out a stiff thanks, sliding them on his face. He blinked the spots from his eyes, looking around in confusion. Almost immediately, he scrambled backwards in fear, falling backwards off of his bed with a shout of fear. Standing in the middle of his room, staring at him with blood red eyes, was a pale girl in a black leotard. Her heart shaped face was framed by a short bob of black, nearly purple hair, and a pair of dark red striped rested under her eyes. But that's not what terrified Harry the most. It was the fact that her arms and legs were made of solid metal, and her wrists had razor sharp blades attached to them. She was watching Harry warily, her blood red eyes darting around the room every once in a while. Harry raised his hands placatingly, "Look, I'm not going to hurt you. Are you okay? Can you tell me who you are? What happened to you?"

The girl frowned, her rather shapely lips forming a small pout that made Harry want to snicker. However, seeing as she was the strange metal girl with razor sharp blades on her arms, he wisely resisted said urge. After a moment, she shook her head, speaking in a soft, yet commanding voice, "Wait, you don't know who I am? You don't watch the fighting tournaments? Motorball? I'm Alita the Battle Angel!" When Harry just stared at her blankly, she scowled. "Geeze, what sort of backwater planet is this?"

"Umm... Earth?" Harry was seriously beginning to wonder if this was some sort of dream. Just what did he summon? And why did she look like something out of a muggle science fiction movie? What the girl said next shocked him to the core.

"Earth? How have you not heard of me then? Judging by your accent, and this room, we're in Tiphares? Wait, how did you manage to teleport me from the Onion Frame? ZOTT is supposed to have energy fields to prevent contestants from porting in or out... Wait, this isn't Tiphares, where the hell did you drag me?"

Harry swallowed nervously, backing up slowly, "Right, so... Plese don't get mad... You're in Little Whinging, England, right outside London... A classmate gave me some sort of coin, and I accidentally cut myself on it. My blood got on some sort of hourglass motif, and um... It summoned you."

The girl, Alita, snickered, smirking at him and looking as if she was talking to a child, "Uh, guy, are you right in the head? London was obliterated by glaciers in the Geo Catastrophe of ES 55."

"Uh... Alita, right? You may want to sit down. I think I screwed up..."

Alita frowned, clenching her fists lightly, "What do you mean, you screwed up?"

"Well... My name's Harry Potter. I'm a Wizard, and I think I may or may not have just summoned you... from some sort of alternate Earth? Or the future. It's 1995... AD."

Alita grew tense, looking a Harry in utter disbelief, "Time travel... and Magic? Let me see this coin and make sure that it's not some fancy port beacon."

Harry mutely pointed at the floor, where the coin sat in the centre of a large scorch mark, "You came out of that coin. When I got blood on it, a bright red cylinder sprang up, with you in the centre of it. I thought I heard you struggling inside, so I pushed you out of it. Are you okay now?"

Alita frowned, picking the coin up. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she glanced down at the scorch mark, "It's cold... and not a beacon." She turned and looked back at Harry. "So... A wizard?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah... I'd prove it to you, but I'm currently underage in the wizarding world. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school."

The time traveler scowled, rolling her eyes, "Great! I get dragged out of the biggest fighting tournament in the solar system, and thrown back in time, only to find out that some schoolboy did it?!"

"Oi! I'm 14! I turn fifteen next month," Harry crossed his arms, irritation overcoming his fear now that the girl didn't look ready to flay him alive. His eyes flashed "And you don't look much older than me. How old are you anyways?"

Alita flinched as if actually struck, and she quickly looked away, "I... I don't know. It's been eighteen years since I was rebuilt, and I don't remember anything before that."

Harry could practically see painful memories being dragged out of the future girl's mind, and he winced, regretting his choice to snap at the girl, "Uh... Right. Where are my manners? I'm Harry... Harry Potter." When Alita looked back at him with a rather blank expression, he laughed.

Alita's semi-pained expression quickly went to confused, "What? What is so funny?"

Harr shook his head, "I'm somewhat of celebrity in the wizarding world due to the fact that I managed to accidentally defeat a dark wizard when I was a toddler. Trust me, I don't want to be remembered for something like that... my mum was the one who sacrificed herself to save me. However, it's nice to meet someone who doesn't immediately jump me upon hearing my name. Or who doesn't want to kill or humiliate me..."

Alita felt a small grin appear on her face, "Huh... I guess there's something in common between us. In my time, I'm a warrior. I fight for a living, whether as mercenary work, bounty hunting, or in tournaments. People either want my autograph, my help, or they just want to fight me..."

Harry nodded, "Annoying, isn't it?"

Alita laughed, a soft, clear sound, "Yeah. Although I kind of enjoy fighting. It's an excellent stress reliever."

Harry nodded, deciding that it was safe to move around now. He bent down to pick up his wand, "I'm sorry for dragging you here, it was a bit of an accident. I'll send an owl to someone to see if they know how to get you back. Er... Don't get your hopes up though. I've never heard of something like this happening. I-"

The sound of voices downstairs caused both of them to go still, and Harry's eyes went wide with fear, "My relatives! Shite, Alita you need to hide! If my uncle finds you in here, he'll kill me!"

"BOY!"

Harry winced, quickly raising his voice, "I'm in my room, uncle!"

"Get down here and make supper! We're hungry, and the theatre food was utter rubbish!"

"I'll be right down, Uncle!" Harry looked pleadingly at Alita, before hurrying out of the room. The cyborg raised an eyebrow, watching him leave. She twitched her arms, the blades melting back into her Imaginos body. She looked around the room, before quickly deciding that she wasn't about to just sit around. With an eager grin, she slipped out of the room to explore the house. That was a better use of her time than sitting around, waiting for some miracle to send her back to her time. The amused grin on her face quickly began to fade as she felt something... off about the house she was in. It took her a moment to realize, but there were no pictures of the green eyed boy from before. And it was neat... too neat. Alita could feel her skin crawl and her imaginos body buzzing softly from how clean it was. She walked up to one of the many family pictures on the wall, frowning.

"A girraffe, a walrus, and a baby whale? But where's Potter?" Alita frowned, backing away from the picture. It was as if he didn't exist in this house, and the family was just... a screen? Yeah, they wanted to appear as normal as possible. And they had a wizard nephew in the family? That could cause problems. A small commotion downstairs broke her train of thought, and she slowly made her way towards it.

"Boy! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" A gruff, burly voice roared at someone, presumably Harry. This was followed by a heavy thud, as something large hit the wall. Alita managed to get halfway down the stairs at that point, and could just barely see into the kitchen and dining room. Her eyes widened at the sight that beheld her. The massive walrus man from the pictures was standing over the layed out form of Harry, who was rubbing his jaw and glaring up furiously at his uncle.

"I'm sorry, Uncle! I just tripped!"

Alita saw his eyes flit towards a grinning, blonde boy who looked like a cross between a whale and a pig. If the alarm bells hadn't been ringing before, they certainly were now. Alita watched as the fat man grabbed Harry by his hair, dragging him to his feet. That was when she decided to make herself known. She cleared her throat pointedly, calmly making her way down the stairs entirely. All eyes went to her immediately.

Harry swallowed nervously, "Alita, I thought I told you to stay upstairs..."

The cyborg girl grinned, "I don't follow orders particularly well."

"Petunia, call the police! The boy let some sort of slut into the house!"

Alita raised an eyebrow, watching as the tall, horse-ish woman made to grab a nearby phone. Now, she couldn't have any of that. The world seemed to bend around Alita as she darted forward with inhuman speeds, smashing the phone under a metal fist. "I don't think that's a very nice word, sir."

Petunia screamed, jumping back in surprise and terror. Alita grinned, her red eyes shining eagerly as she took a step towards the woman.

"V-Vernon! It's one of h-his lot! She's freak!"

Alita rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically, "Really now, you'd think I'd know if I was magical, right, Mr. Wizard?"

Harry, who had been dropped by the walrus when Alita came downstairs, looked at Alita as if she had grown a second head. Alita laughed, shaking her head. "Oops, I guess I broke him. The name's Alita. I'm a Cyborg." Her playful grin took on a much more sinister light as sharp metal blades grew out of her wrist. Vernon decided that enough was enough, and grabbed a chair, throwing it at Alita. The cyborg calmly sidestepped it, slowly walking towards Vernon. "I am from the distant future, possibly an alternat timeline, I'm still not sure. Harry accidentally summoned me, and is being kind enough to assist with trying to return me. Now, why exactly are you treating him like this? No pictures on the walls, so you're hiding him from everyone else? Forcing him to cook meals for you, when two of you obviously need to go on a diet? And this little scene? You know, I'm not much of a people person, and it really takes a lot to piss me off... but abuse? You three have just gotten into a whole world of pain."

Vernon opened his mouth angrily to speak, but was silence as Alita shot forward with a bang, grabbing him by his many chins and slamming him into a wall hard enough to crack it. The blade attached to her wrist had jjust enough length going forward to scratch up against Vernon's cheek, drawing blood. As she looked into his fear filled eyes, she chuckled darkly, "You know, fatso? I don't think I've ever killed anything as weak as you. I wonder how long you'll l-"

"Alita, stop!"

Alita turned her head to face Harry, who seemed to have gathered himself back up. The green eyed boy was looking nervous, though it wasn't because of his relatives. It was because of her. Alit released the man, turning towards Harry with a frown, "Harry, they're abusing you, and I'm betting it's been going on for most of your life! They should be punished!"

Harry nodded, but glanced at Petunia, "Yeah, I know, but this isn't how things are done in this time... And they're the only family I have left..."

Alita glared down at the fat man, who was beginning to look like jello at the rate he was trembling, "I don't know why anyone would want to keep wastes of flesh like you alive, especially the one who you've probably tortured all his life... But he has a much, much kinder heart than me, and since I'd rather not start off on the wrong foot in this time, I'll listen to him." She let the fat man go, dropping him to the floor with a heavy thud that shook the room. The metal blades slid back into her wrists, and she crossed her arms irritably.

The fat man scrambled to his feet, eyes wild and his face turning a nice shade of puce. When he spoke, his voice was a hoarse croak. "Get out... I want you out of this house, boy! You and your freak of a sl-URK!"

Vernon's eyes bulged out, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin. Alita stood over him, shaking her head angrily, "You know, I could have sworn I said I didn't like that word." She turned to look at Harry, who seemed to be conflicted between wanting to admonish Alita, and laugh at the entire situation. "So, what now, Mr. Wizard? You said you had to contact someone, right? Who is it, Merlin?"

Harry laughed at that one, "You know, I'm sure you aren't the first one to say that... No, he's my headmaster from school. He just so happens to be one of the most powerful wizards alive."

Alita grinned, "Well, go send that letter, and then get packed. You're getting out of this hell hole."

Harry nodded quickly, not really wanting to argue after what he just witnessed. Alita gave a snarky little wave at the three terrified human-animals behind her, smirking as she followed the wizard upstairs. She closed his bedroom door behind her, grinning at Harry's stunned look of disbelief, "I thought I told you to stay up here!"

Alita shrugged, her red eyes roaming around the room with the lazy gaze of someone who was used to watching for threats without showing it. Her eyes lit up as they landed on Hedwig, and she practically teleported towards the cage, "Oh, cool! What is this thing? Is it a magic creature?"

Harry blinked owlishly, agreeing with Hedwig's look of shocked confusion, "Umm... Not particularly? She's Hedwig, my owl. Don't tell me you've never seen an owl before..."

Alita shook her head quickly, tempted to poke a finger through the cage, "Nope. Most animals are endangered or extinct in my time, and they tend to avoid places like the Scrapyard and Tephiras. Not even the crows want to be there. And the rats live there because they don't have another option."

Harry made a mental note to ask Alita about the future later, before carefully taking Hedwig out of the cage and away from Alita. The owl gave an indignant squack, glaring at Alita in annoyance. The cyborg stuck her tongue out in return. Harry laughed, moving to his desk to begin writing a letter, when a dull tremor ran through the house. Both teens looked around nervously, with Alita immediately forming her blades. "Harry, any idea as to what that was?"

"No, I-"

A second thump rocked the house, with a muffled explosion coming from downstairs. Alita's eyes widened, and she charged out of the room, breaking the door off its hinges with little to no effort. Almost immediately, a jet of red light pinged off her shoulder, and she turned to see a man in a black cloak and silvery skull mask, brandishing a stick at her. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, before taking a flying leap at him, turning it into a spinning roll as she made impact. The man gave a single scream of pain as her blades cut deep into him, before he was flattened into the ground. A second man appeared, and Alita used the mangled body of her first victim to block a jet of sickly green light. The body burst into flames, and she dropped it in shock. Magic! She was sort of taking the whole magic thing with a grain of salt. But now she was facing some crazy maniacs, shooting spells with magic wands!

A streak of insidious purple light slammed into her chest, and she fell to the ground, gasping for air as pain erupted in every organic fiber of her being. The wizard who cast it, a dirty looking man in the same silvery skull mask, towered over her, leering at her prone form, "Well, who's this? We thought the only muggles here were the Dursleys. Maybe Potter's girlfriend?" He jumped back in surprise as Alita took a weak swipe at his legs, before laughing. "Still alive, too? Well, isn't that a surprise? I know fully grown wizards who would immediately die to that curse, well... I knew them."

Alita watched as he raised his wand again, the tip glowing green as he prepared to cast another curse. "Avada K-"

"STUPIFY!"

A jet of red light slammed into the man's back, and he was lifted of the ground. For a brief moment, Alita could see the look of utter bewilderment on his face, before he was thrown into a wall by the overpowered spell. Harry stood behind him, holding the blood soaked wand of the man Alita killed. He threw the wand aside, before moving to help Alita up. His eyes widened in surprise when he realized that she was really, really heavy. Alita gave a weak chuckle, picking herself up with a grimace of pain as she waved him off, "Don't even try. My body is like... 700 or 800 pounds. I'm a full body cyborg, remember?"

Harry nodded slowly, a worried look on when it seemed that Alita was having trouble breathing, "Are you okay, Alita? That looked like a pretty nasty curse."

Alita nodded, rubbing her sore chest, "Yeah, took some damage. I'm trying to get it repaired right now. Go get packed. We need to get the hell out of here before law enforcement shows up."

Harry nodded, running back up the stairs. He wasn't sure if it was the thought that he was finally leaving the house, or that he had just witnessed a cyborg girl from the future kill a Death Eater that had attacked the Dursley home, but he had his things packed in record time, and was ready to move out within minutes. Alita barged into his room, looking around with an expression of mild surprise and approval, "Not bad, Mr. Oz. Now, you probably know more about this time than I do, so is there anywhere we can lay low for a bit? I'm sure killing someone in this time is worse than mine."

Harry nodded slowly, trying to keep up with the cyborg's rather fast paced thinking, "Y-Yeah, the Leaky Cauldron. It's the entrance to Diagon Ally, so we can maybe get supplies there as well?"

Alita grinned, walking over and picking Harry's trunk up easily before he could say anything. After a short giggle at his flabbergasted expression, she grinned at him, "Good thinking, Oz. I didn't exactly have time to pack before you decided to drag me on an unexpected vacation." When Harry turned red from guilt and embarassment, she laughed, and playfully hit his shoulder. "Relax, Potter. I'm not mad at you. Annoyed? Maybe, but you seem like a nice enough guy, if a bit...naive. Now, lead the way to this Leaky Cauldron!"

Well, there you have it people, a new Alita crossover! Now, I know a lot of you are probably wondering about my Alita/RWBY crossover, and I actually put some thought into it. Alita fits in too well with RWBY, and I like throwing characters into places where they won't fit in. A cyborg, expert martial artist from the future in the dawn of the 21st century, with magic thrown in for shits and giggles? Perfect! A Dark Lord of the Sith and Imperial Fleet Commander delegated to teaching a bunch of children? Hilarious! I don't really do mainstream stories, and while my plot lines may seem a bit... construed, but they still work. Not really anything else to say here. Keep sending in those reviews!