August 2nd, !995

4 Pivet Drive, Surrey, England

Alastor hated it when things didn't go according to plan. Alastor Moody, Otherwise known as Mad-Eye Moody was a man that liked to account for every possibility, even the seconds of time it took to do any one thing. He knew the exact time it would take him to get from his bed to either his bedroom door or the second story window of his flat in London. He knew the sound the third step of his staircase made when someone stepped on the first. He even knew the exact positioning of every painting in House Black, and how to use the paintings eyes to tell where anyone was in the house, without ever having to tap into his magical eye.

So when Alastor and his team swarmed the Dursley residence to retrieve Harry Potter, only to discover not a soul in sight, to say he was angry was like calling a monsoon a spec of rain. Kingsley, wanting to stay as far as possible from the volatile man while he raged, had gone to recheck the perimeter while Alastor and the new girl, Nymphadora, searched Potters room for any sign of where or what had happened to the lad.

"Blimy, there's not'ta spec a' nothin' here. Well, so long as ya don't count tha stains on the buggers sheets." the pinkette obviously didn't know that it was best to stay quiet during Alastor's periods of agitation, or she was too thick skulled to note the grizzled man's warning growl. Instead, she busied herself inspecting one of the stains, eyebrow cocked in curiosity as she did. "How old'd ya say this kid was?"

Letting go of a particularly frustrated breath as he tried not to shout, Alastor rounded on the girl whilst his eye examined the sheets. Nearly as old as the lad's they were, the stains half that. One or two newer ones but they were of a different kind of agent. Well, he supposed it was around the time most lads would be discovering that side of themselves. Alastors discovery had been around the time he met his first dark wizard. She'd been quite the pretty lass... A lot less pretty after he'd blown her chest open. But that night had taught him the value of constant vigilance, and cost him his good right eye before he'd gotten free.

"Fifteen." He growled, snapping back to the present and answering the girls question in one go, "And it isn't his. There is something though... Maybe enough for me to get a trace on the lad." He pulled his wand, already calculating the effects of the number of nights that had passed since his sample had been made, and decided on the best tracer for the situation. It'd give him a direction, but he'd have to check it again as he got closer to be accurate. Assuming, the sample bore any fruit at all.

A few minutes and spell casts later, and Alastor swore when his tracking spell (a simple stone tied on a string at the end of his wand, and coated with a dab of his sample) jerked wildly in a multitude of directions before pulling his wand clean from his hand. Nymphadora cackled as the wand clattered against the window for a few seconds before the young girl had enough sense to snap her hand out and catch it. "Well, Either yer smell finally got tha best of yer wand an' it decided to hightail it outta here or ya caught our quarry." She said with a smirk, dispelling the trace with her wand before handing Alastor his wand. The man let out a feral snarl as he snatched it from her hand, "Did I ask for your opinion, Nymphadora?"

"OI, I'VE TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME NYMPHADORA." She shouted, her hair snapping to a brilliant flame red. It was an obvious button, one that Alastor had picked up on the first time he'd met the lass and had stored away for times when his newest recruit would get uppity (like now) or when he needed her to go all out. Secretly, he smirked to himself as he murmured, "Then I suppose we are even, Correct?"

She let out a irritated huff, but let her hair settle into a deep magenta as she calmed and focused back on the task at hand, just as Kingsley came back through the door. "I checked with Arabella. It seems Fletcher left his post long enough for all the two dementors to attack, but two mysterious girls intervened in the fight. Her description of them was... Disturbing at best." He paused then, looking to Nymphadora, "What's S&M?"

The girl froze for several long moments before breaking into a howling fit of laughter that left Alastor scowling as he clutched at his head in frustration. Bullocks but this whole night had gone ham. He only hoped that where ever the lad was, they could make it in time before something disastrous happened.

"This things weird." Hikari said with an almost haughty sniff as she peered over the second-floor banister of the Knight Bus. She watched a few of the beds skirt dangerously close to one another, but never actually make contact before she rotated in place, arms spread out behind her and gripping the railing as she grinned at Harry. "Still, you do find a way to take us to the most interesting places."

He gave her a bemused look as he patted the bed beside him. It was the farthest one at the back, and the only one really separated from all the other beds, giving him the privacy he wanted for what he needed to discuss. "If you're done gawking Hikari, I'd like us to have something of a strategy meeting."

"Oh?" She said as she pushed off and sauntered up to him. He flushed as she came even, finding himself eye level with her navel and instinctively tried to meet her eyes; an attempt that did nothing for his thought process as he found himself looking between the valley of her chest. She nibbled on her lower lip as she let her index finger caress down his cheek in a way that sent shivers ghosting along his spine, and purred her next words, "Sure you want our first time to be on this rickety ol bed? Granted, it's a bit public, but That'll just make things all the more fun."

Her head snapped back a moment later, the spell broken as Hibiki yanked hard on the tail ends of her hair. She let out a yowling string of curses as Hibiki calmly settled onto the bed beside Harry. "Stop trying to force our Ashikabi into something he's not ready for, Hikari." She then turned and locked eyes with Harry, the storm of her lust radiating through her gaze, "I'm sure when he's good and ready, he'll give us the most memorable night of our entire lives. Until then, we wait."

Harry gulped, feeling the weight of those words settle against his chest. Granted, like any red-blooded male, he was hyped at the prospect of what the girls were proposing. Yet, a little known fact by many was that the knowledge that he would have to be doing... That, was somewhat terrifying. He had two of the most beautiful women on the planet wanting him, and he knew he wanted them. But that also meant that he would have to satisfy their needs and wants, and he didn't even know where to begin with that. Couple in the fact that it was already getting late, a fact that meant even thinking clearly was becoming a challenge, and Harry had a recipe for one hell of a headache. Why was it that the later it got, the more his hormones tried to take over his brain? Hikari's subsequent pout at Hibiki's previous words did nothing for his self control, the look all together adorable and enticing all at once. Some part of his brain said that her pouty lower lip would be a perfect target as she flopped down on the bed on the other side of him, but she unknowingly saved herself (or blocked, depending on your point of view) when she muttered, "So what's this 'strategy meeting' you wanted to have?"

He cleared his throat and gave his brain a good rattling shake as he tried to collect his thoughts, then found his voice, "Well, I thought we might want to decide on a few things. First, I don't know about you two, but I'm exhausted. We need a place to stay the night, but I don't have any money. Or at least, Not any money that 'normal' people would take. We could try the Leaky Cauldron, a pub on the fringe of Diagon Alley, but that's practically the heart of Wizarding England. I don't think that would be a good idea." as he said this he looked back and forth between the two girls, making sure his words were sinking in before he continued.

Almost immediately, Hikari replied offhandedly, "So we borrow a room from some hotel or something for the night, and just pay them back tomorrow. Big deal." She glanced out the window as they zoomed by the better part of London and pointed at something Harry couldn't make out. "Oh, how bout there? I bet'd be awesome!"

"How can you even see what you're looking at?" Harry asked, humoring her and honestly curious at the same time.

"Lightning personified. Duh. I can literally see the speed of light if I want to."

"Really? That must be really beautiful to see."

"Eh. One millisecond too fast at your looking at a rainbow of colors. Too slow, and everything is just blackness."

He spent several seconds trying to process that knowledge, but eventually settled on it being something one would have to see to understand.

"Okay, well, Second thing: We're likely to be making enemies doing this. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate everything you two have already done for me. Trying to figure out whats going on with Dumbledore and the others is likely harmless, but us running from the ministry is most definitely going to put them on our trail."

Hikari snorted derisively at that, "Let em try. I'll rip the first brown-nosing fucker's head off and shove it in his partners ass so he can get a personal bro-"

"I think we get the point, sister." Hibiki said, wincing slightly and rolling her eyes. Harry thanked Hibiki with a silent bow of his head then turned a placed a gentle kiss on Hikari's cheek to show her he appreciated how much she cared for him. He froze instantly afterward, realizing it was the first time he'd ever been so forward with anyone, and the knowledge was absolutely terrifying. Had he messed up? He knew that they had no compunctions about toying with him, but if he crossed that same boundary would they hate him? He'd come so far already, would he lose it so quickly? The more he thought about it, the more his scar ached. It was growing to the point that everything was starting to fade into the background.

It ended suddenly when he felt a jolt of electricity jump up his spine, causing him to literally leap off the bed with a holler as he spun furiously on the two, "What the hell Hibiki?"

But instead of answering, she flowed seamlessly off the bed, her being suddenly engulfing his entire focus. Her Hazel eyes bore into his as she pressed both hands to his temples, and a moment later he was given a first hand impression of what a bug felt on a zapper. When it ended an eternity later, he collapsed limply against her where he remained until he regained general motor control.

"Are you with us once more, Ashi- Harry-sama?" She asked as he sat up slowly, having not even realized that they had collapsed onto the bed during the... Shock therapy. He nodded slowly, a mixture between confusion and fear suffusing him.

"What was that about..?" he asked softly, almost afraid that if he spoke too loudly he might provoke another attack out of her.

"I'm Sorry, Harry-sama, I didn't want to but I... Felt another presence. It was dark, cruel and full of hatred. It was nothing like the Ashikabi I've come to love thus far. I didn't know what to do, only that I had to force it away." She bowed her head biting her lip as she said her next words, "I'll accept whatever punishment you wish. I was out of pla-"

"What? NO!" he said, fervently shaking his head. "I would never hurt you, Hibiki."

"What if she wanted it?" Hikari quipped playfully, but Harry turned serious eyes on her, shaking his head. "I won't hurt you two. You both mean so much to me already, I would never so something to jeopardize that."

"I was playing Harry." Hikari said placatingly, then gave her usual carefree smile, " Hibiki's a bit of a sub. She likes the punishment, the ass smacks, hell, she'd probably get off on calling you Master."

Harry blushed at that, and turned his gaze to the girl in question who was currently redder then him. "Is that true, Hibiki..?"

"Um..."

"Ah ah," Hikari said teasingly, "Master's asking you a question, wench."

Hibiki's gaze snapped fire at her sister, but she squirmed all the same, something that Harry couldn't help but notice. Slowly, Hibiki nodded as she turned back to Harry, her posture regal yet somehow still submissive. "Yessir. I live to please you, my Master."

Harry had thought he'd felt the Weasley blush earlier in the evening, but no, that paled in comparison to this. He stood in absolute silence, too stunned and unsure of what to do, to say or do anything. Finally, Hikari broke into a fit of laughter, "Gawd sis, but you're so easy to tease."

"Are you quite done, Hikari?" Hibiki said, her voice stern as her former composure returned though the embarrassment shown through in her words quite plainly. Not waiting for a reply, she turned back to Harry, "Forgive me for prying Harry, but please: What was that? Normally myself or my sister here would sense the approach of most magical creatures, but that spirit... It suddenly appeared and almost instantly seemed to subsume your being."

Startled by her words, he tried to focus, to think back on what he'd been feeling at the time. If what she was saying was true, he might have truly been in serious danger and never knew it. All he could think of was the blinding depression, the soul-consuming anger... And a singular head-ache that made his scar burn. Instantly, his hand went to his wand as his eyes scanned his surroundings. But no, there were no signs that that... Thing, was on the Knight Bus.

Harry let out a long breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, and released his grip on his wand slowly. He could feel his hands trembling from the effort, and hated himself for the sheer level of terror he felt at just the prospect that he might have to face that man again. He turned back to the girls to find both had turned deadly serious, scanning the bus and possibly everything near-by for signs of danger. Hibiki was the first to give voice to the question, "Harry-sama, what are we looking for? What's wrong?"

"It's..." he started, but found himself unsure of how to explain the enormity of everything happening to him and that had happened in his life. "It's a long story. I don't want to bo-"

"Ahikabi-baka." Hikari bit out, meeting his gaze sternly. "We are yours, just as you are ours. That means that whatever is affecting you, affects us. If it's a long story, we need to hear it. If it's an enemy -"

"-We kill it." Hibiki finished in a calm voice that belied the terror of how easily she spoke of ending another's life. Was that what it was like to be a warrior? To be able to speak about death and bloodshed as if it was the passing of the seasons? But then, Harry realized that Hibiki and Hikari had - while not physically fighting - been in a war as old as time itself. This was normal to them. Conflict, struggle, pain and destruction.

Suddenly, He felt very sorry for his girls. They had been nearly as trapped as he had been. Lightning, forced into a bottle, as it were.

He didn't know how he was going to do it.

He didn't care.

In that moment, he vowed within his own soul that somehow, he would show them the world in all it's beauty. He would find a way to give them their freedom.

But for now, it would have to be one thing at a time.

So, he settled onto the bed between them, and readied himself for the story of his life. How he wished he could just write them a book or two on it. It'd make things so much simpler.

"And that, is how Voldemort, one of the darkest wizards of our time, returned to power." He finished almost an eternity later. He sighed as he relaxed, the feeling of a weight he hadn't known he'd been carrying seemingly lifting off his shoulders. "I used to think it was just coincidence, but now I'm starting to think I might have some kind of... Voldemort-sense. When he's nearby or extremely active, I can feel my scar burning and this pounding in my head. Last year, it got worse. Last year, I started having... Visions of him. He'd appear in my dreams, though always in that decrepit baby form. I don't know how, or why."

The girls shared a serious look, one that had grown progressively darker throughout his tale. "Harry, I think there's something you need to know." Hikari started, words that made Harry feel as though the other shoe was about to drop.

"I get the feeling you have an idea, Ashikabi-sama, why we Sekirei have awakened." Hibiki continued, and Harry gave her a small nod, the wheels in his head already turning.

"I'm guessing that it has something to do with the Nova you girls were tasked with keeping sealed away. Have some escaped or something?"

Hibiki smiled brightly at him, but then settled back into her serious expression, "You have good instincts, my Ashikabi-sama. But it's worse then a just a few escaping."

"A few months back, something that had died on this side and passed on... Well, ripped back through the veil back into this world." Harry felt his world grow cold at her words. Oh no. No no no no... He couldn't have. But then, he was the darkest wizard of their time.

"When it did, it left a hole in the barrier." Hibiki said, confirming Harry's fears. "A hole, that the Nova have been steadily widening and pouring through. The Sekirei are awakening to handle it, but this will be the biggest struggle of our lives."

"Sure as hell ain't last time." Hikari quipped, drawing Harry out of his horrified musings.

"Wait, this has happened before? How come I've never heard of this before?" He would have thought that something as beautiful and terrifying and powerful as the Sekirei and the Nova would have to have been recorded somewhere.

"You probably have, Harry. You just don't know it."

"How so?" He said, surprised by Hikari's answer, but it was Hibiki who explained.

"While I can't remember all the forms we've taken before, the last Sekirei to hold the form of lightning itself was someone that, if I'm not mistaken, the human's called Zeus."

"Zeus was a Sekirei?!" Harry nearly shouted a few moments later, once his brain made all the connections. Oh god. His girls, his future... He wasn't sure what to call it yet, but he was definitely sure they'd be together for the rest of his life so, wives, maybe?- were the surrogate daughters of Zeus, god of thunder and lightning. The ruler of the greek pantheon. He barely even noticed the myriad hushing noises that came from below, so flummoxed was he.

Hibiki let out a soft giggle at that, then smiled up at him, "you act as if it's a big thing. Or as if you're afraid one of his lightning-bolts is going to come crashing out of the sky and strike you where you stand."

"Relax, only Hibiki can really do that anymore." His gaze shifted to Hikari at her words, and she continued, "See, while it might seem like we Sekirei are immortal, we're really not. We just live for a really long time before we fade back into the essence, the ether of magic. A few centuries later, or at least, when we're needed again anyway, we're reborn in completely new forms. The last time we, or at least the essence of lightning was called into action was in the times of the Greeks."

"Most of the people in that time didn't understand what they were seeing. So, when we faded and they recorded their stories of us, they attributed the names that they felt best fit us to us."

It was several long minutes before Harry could think rationally again. Even once the enormity of what they had revealed to him had begun to pass, Harry still felt like his brain was having trouble wrapping around it all. So, he tried something that he'd once heard Hermione talk about doing: He compartmentalized. He took the knowledge of everything he'd just learned and shifted it all to one side, to be considered and analyzed later. It was just too much for him right now, and he knew he had too many pressing concerns. Focusing he spoke his next words, first at himself then the girls, "Right, so. Voldemort's return has done a lot more damage then any of us could have ever anticipated. You Sekirei are here to fight the Nova that his screw-up has let through. What do I need to be doing to help you girls?"

"You don't have to do anything, Harry." Hibiki began gently, but Harry Shook his head vigorously at that, "You can sod that idea right off. You two are fighting these things, and that makes this my fight too." He shifted his gaze between the two of them, making sure his words sunk in, " I'm not letting you fight alone. Like you said, I'm yours, and you're mine." He grinned as he thought back, "And I remember a certain little bird squawking something about if someone tried to take what was mine, there would be blood."

He turned to Hikari at that, and could feel the heat of her skin from where he sat as he spoke his next words, "Damn right there will be."

He'd intended to say more, but was cut off by the rush of Hikari's form as she smashed their bodies together, their lips crashing together in the heat of her increasing passion. An hour ago, he would have been helpless against her. This time, he was more than ready for it, and met her advance with his own. The war of their bodies trying to mold together seemed to last for an eternity, but Harry finally came out of the red haze when Hikari's moan was load enough to disturb the entire bus. Slowly, his senses came back to him, and he tried desperately not to become embarrassed. No, instead he slowed his pace, hitching Hikari's breath as he squeezed the breast he found clasped under his and her combined hands, And nipped at her ear playfully. "Hun, we really need to-"

"I know..." She groaned, frustration filling her voice as she slowly rocked herself back and forth across his lap. "Fuck but I know, and I hate it." She lowered her head to his, stormy caramel eyes meeting his as she slowly kissed him, then whispered against his lips, "fuck but you're sexy when you talk like that."

If she had had anything more to say, it was cut off as her head was pulled sideways away from his, and Harry discovered there was another setting to mind-numbingly-sexy as he witnessed Hibiki seemingly try to kiss the life from Hikari. Rather than retreat, he unraveled the hand pressed against Hikari's back and snaked it behind Hibiki, drawing her in closer and letting his instincts off their tightening leash once more. However, he kept his interaction in this minimal, shifting to doing little more then slowly grazing his nail in a circle at the base of her spine. It was enough that when Hibiki broke the kiss with a slow and near guttural moan, her entire composure broke, evidenced by the first curse words he'd ever heard her speak, "Fuck but he tastes so damn good."

Harry blushed scarlet at that, but couldn't fight the chuckle that came from hearing her curse. When they looked at him curiously, he shrugged and quipped, "guess she's not the only one with a filthy mouth, huh?" Hibiki stammered for a second, back-pedaling as fast as she could but Harry would have none of it. He snaked his hand out, catching her chin and turning her to look at him as he placed the softest kiss he could muster against her lips. "Nuh-uh. You're my filthy-mouthed sekirei, and I won't have you any other way. You say what you want to say, when you want to, unless I say otherwise. Are we clear?"

She shivered, and bit her lip before she nodded in his hand, "Yes, Master."

"Oh, he's good." Hikari said with a chuckle, then shifted so that she could cuddle against his side, an act that her sister mirrored once Harry released her. They flopped backwards, and Harry realized that he had never felt so drained- yet so alive and awake in his entire life. He stared up at the chandelier hanging above him, realizing that for the first time in a long while, his mind was empty save for this moment. It felt so good so... Right, holding the two of them in his arms. Things were peaceful and he actually felt content. But he knew it couldn't last. He would just have to savor moments like this when they came, and give as many as possible to his girls.

His girls.

He'd been calling them that since the kiss, but now, it was finally starting to sink in just what those two simple words really meant. He'd worried earlier about fighting the ministry. Now he understood what Hikari meant: Screw them all. If they tried to take what was his, tried to separate them, there would be hell to pay for any who came. Some might call him possessive for that statement; he didn't care anymore. They had laid claim to his soul with their first kiss, and he had stolen their hearts with every kiss since. He understood that now.

"So, what were we talking about before we got distracted?" Hibiki hummed contently, and Hikari snuggled deeper against Harry's chest.

"I believe, we were discussing how our sexy hunk of an Ashikabi was going to join us on the battlefield." She sat up on her elbows then, and searched his gaze as she spoke her next words, her uncertainty and vulnerableness crystal clear in her tone, "Tell me something, oh Ashikabi of mine: Will you still love me when I'm covered in blood and gore? When the bodies lie charred and torn apart around me? Will you still kiss us as passionately when you see the kinds of things we're capable of?"

He thought about it for several long minutes, trying to decipher so many of his own feelings and thoughts. Finally, he decided he'd just settle back into the blank mind space, and just answer truthfully. "Honestly..? I can't say yet. I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear. But I can tell you this: I'll come to be able to do so. I'll work through it." He leaned up on his elbows as well then, meeting their gazes as he continued, "I want you at my side. Through whatever comes. Whomever or whatever it might be, through the pouring rain, howling abyss, or beautiful sunny days. I'll find a way to stand at your sides. Because that's where I want to be." He shifted his arm then, and cupped Hikari's cheek, instinctively trailing the pad of his thumb over her lips before sliding his hand behind her head and curling it in her hair. "Okay..?" He whispered, hoping that he hadn't disappointed or hurt her. Instead, she nodded, and nuzzled against his arm.

"It's what I wanted to hear: The honest truth. I will always accept that."

The next morning Harry awoke atop the softest of pillows. It was firm, yet just the right amount of give that Harry could easily bury himself in it for another eternity and sleep happily. Of course, the moan that was elicted from his pillow when he started to burrow his head deeper poked at his higher thinking processes, and steadily, he began to regain conciousness. His first reaction was to jerk back, years of being the hated outcast making him want to flee before he was attacked. But then he was forced to stop when he realized his arm was trapped under the girl in his arms' body. Besides, the moment he started to shift away, he felt another figure snuggle up against his back. After a moment or two, his mind caught up with where, when, and what he was dealing with.

He groaned, and wanted to smack himself. He was going to have to get over his fears, and, probably, get used to this. Not wanting to follow that train of thought, he instead relaxed, laying his head back against the bed (rather than Hikari's ample - and quite nude - chest) and simply busied himself with tracing the lines of her face with his eyes. She made the softest of cooing noises as she slept, something that Harry couldn't help but find adorable. Her features were so soft as she slept, rather than the confident, fierce woman he'd come to know her as. She looked vulnerable. It was something all together terrifying to him, and heartwarming. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and protect her, yet at the same time, he wanted his Hikari back. Quietly, he leaned forward, and placed the softest of kisses against her forehead, one of the few times he actually could as she was actually a few inches taller than him.

She stirred at his touch, and slowly, her hazy caramel eyes fluttered open for him.

"Morning." He whispered, and she smiled, breathing deep as she scooted down and burrowed into his chest. He chuckled as he continued, "Sleep well, sleepy head?"

Her slow moan was all he got in response, but she let out an appreciate growl at the response his body generated at her sounds. Slowly though, she began to sit up. "Yups, I did. Gah, but didn't I tell you this would be the best night's sleep you'd ever have?" She murmured as she sat up and stretched, an action that blotted out the sun in his eyes and filled his gaze. She opened one eye and grinned at his captivated stare, leaning forward to press her chest together for him. "See something you like, Harry..?" She purred, and was answered by Hibiki's half hearted, "No duh genius. Fuck, but you're enough that even I'm getting hot and bothered here."

Hikari squealed at that, laughter bubbling from her thought before she threw herself atop the two still lying in bed and hugging and kissing them both. Then, just as fast as she'd came she was gone, fluttering about the spacious room they were in. Harry had to admit, the accommodations of what had to be the gaudiest hotel in all of London were beyond dreamy. From the gold and creamy white tapestry covering the walls, to the plush and cloud-like softness of every piece of furniture in the room, Harry felt like he was in his own piece of heaven. Hibiki extricated herself from his grasp next, his long-sleeve Gryffindor sweater covering most of her torso as she stood and groggily whipped the sleep from her eyes. She mumbled something about 'bathroom' before disappearing into one of the other rooms, leaving Harry alone with the still dancing Hikari. He watched her for several long moments, mesmerized by her movements; it was only once he began to notice the harshness of some of her strikes that he realized she was preforming some kind of workout. He remembered seeing Dudley watch some film on the telly once late at night about a man who was supposed to be participating in some underground tournament to regain his family's honor, but he had no idea that the practitioners of the arts he'd seen in that kumite could be as beautiful as the vision before him.

"What exactly are you doing?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he watched her. She slowed to a hault, then pulled herself completely upright before she shrugged.

"No real idea. I like to try to keep in shape, and I keep getting these flashes of people doing stuff like this in the past but... Well, I'm no master. I'm a brawler, and I fight off instinct. Still, it's a good idea to keep your body loose, and to know at least some strikes so that when the time comes, you'll react that much faster." She paused in her explanation then, glancing at him with a small smile, "Want to join me?"

He chuckled, then shook his head, "thanks, but not just yet. I'm still new to all this so lets just take it one step at a time, yeah?"

She nodded, somewhat disheartened, but then just smiled, "When you're ready to join me on the battlefield, come train with me. That's what we need to do: Train, and prepare for the battles ahead."

He nodded after a moment, surprised that she'd accepted his decision so easily, but enjoying the fact that she trusted him enough to know himself, and when he would be ready.

Deciding though that he too needed to get up finally, he scooted out of bed and made for the second bathroom to get himself cleaned up for the day ahead, letting Hedwig in to the hotel room from the balcony after her night out prowling the city for food.

After he'd gotten throughly cleaned up and refreshed, he dressed and set about figuring out a way to scrounge up breakfast for the three of them when Hikari caught him by his arm just as he was about to leave. He turned curious eyes on her, but stilled when he noticed the serious look on her face, and the way she seemed to be staring through the floor.

"Hibiki-" She started, but her sister cut her off.

"I sense them, Sister. Four magical signatures, closing fast."

His heart started pounding in his head at Hibiki's proclamation, but he did his best to calm his breathing and himself. Was it the Aurors? He'd knew they'd be quick but this was somewhat ridiculous. Unless it had something to do with Voldemort and his DeathEaters. He'd never had to face them before, but then, he spent most every summer with his aunt and uncle or at the weasley's. On his own, he supposed anything was possible.

"Ready to crush them?" Hikari snarled, lightning flaring to life around her, but Harry stopped her.

"Wait! We don't know if it's the enemy or not, and I'd rather not cause a scene in the middle of downtown London."

"Harry..." Hikari started, her voice sounding dangerous with a warning snarl, but he cut her off once more.

"I know, I know, but this isn't the time or place! We're not ready yet!"

"Whatever we're doing, we need to decide fast." Hibiki fired, looking between the two. "Ten seconds!" She announced.

There was a pause, a look that passed between Hikari and Harry. She didn't like turning tail like this. He agreed with her, but for now, it was for the best. She wasn't happy, he knew but was relieved when she bolted across the room to snatch up his trunk in her arms. Harry took that moment to run to Hedwigs cage and set her loose once more, then turned just in time for Hibiki to wrap her arms around his waist.

"Hedwig." Hikari bit out, "Can you lead us somewhere safe? Somewhere where we know we can trust the people?"

The owl hooted, and launched from the window seal, and before Harry could even begin to figure out what was going on, he felt Hibiki launch them both into the air so fast that light itself was starting to blur. He had just enough time to catch a glimpse off the hotel door bursting in, a burly older man with a fake eye and leg hobbling into the room before the world shifted to blackness around him.

To Be continued...

A/N:

Holy shit guys! I never imagined this story would take off like it has! Over 100 followers and over 50 fav's on just ONE chapter alone! Thank you guys so much! I hope I can continue to entertain you all as much as possible.

Now, I know this chapter was a bit slow. There were a few more things that I felt needed to be clarified, a few reveals that needed to be made, and honestly, I just felt this would be a good stopping point. As to chapter 3 I'll likely be a little bit slower on putting it out. I'm still working a few kinks out, and I'm going to be super busy over the next week or two. Hopefully, I'll get to it soon, but we'll see what happens. Now then!

-The Slumbering Dragon: Thankyou! Whenever I'm bringing two or more stories together I always try to find ways to integrate them together as seamlessly as possible. As to Harry having more Sekirei..? I'm not sure. It's definitely a thought, but as of right now, I have no idea who else I'd give to him. Hell, I gave him the twins just cuz they were some of my favorite characters that I felt I didn't get to see enough of. We'll see what happens though.

-Ryderb18: There will most definitely be more Sekirei. I can confirm that much right now. In fact, if everything goes according to plan, you'll be meeting another very soon~

And to all the well wishers and ones who just find the merging of stories together awesome: Thankyou! I hope I can keep up with your expectations.

Alright, that's it for now folks. See you all again soon!

(P.S: Thankyou azzie for reading over the last chapter! I'll get to fixing those mistakes as soon as I can.)