Harry Tate: Little Harry Bath Time

((sorry it's late, been playing Guild Wars 2, which I got for Christmas))

Chasing a four year old around the house was not the way that Eva particularly wanted to spend her evening, considering she was still a little bruised from the fight she’d been involved in earlier in the day, but if she wanted to get her adopted son to take a bath tonight it was a necessary evil.

“Need a hand?” Nale chuckled as the messy haired child darted underneath his legs and ran down the corridor, wearing only his boxer shorts.

“That would be nice.” Eva growled, pushing past her friend and following the giggling.

Nale smirked and followed, it was always entertaining to watch the immortal bargain with her son.

According to Jin the boy had actually had a bath willingly yesterday, but only because he’d been helping her in the garden and if Eva had managed to teach him anything it was ‘if you’re covered in mud, you have to wash before dinner’.

The day before yesterday it had taken the promise of an ice cream to get him to take a bath, after which the four year old had required another bath, just to get the ice cream out of all the interesting places it had managed to get. Nale had never seen anyone get ice cream in their ears before…

“Now where did he go?” Eva muttered, looking at all the open doors and starting towards the most obvious one, her son’s bedroom.

“I believe this is yours.” Orion stepped out of the study with a rather put out looking four year old in his arms, looking a little exasperated.

“You’d be right.” Eva snorted, amused by both Orion and her son, “Harry, how many times have I told you not to disturb Orion while he’s working?” She tutted at the boy, taking him from Orion and giving the huge man an apologetic look before heading back towards the bathroom.

“He wun’t working!” Harry protested.

“Wasn’t not wun’t, Harry.” Eva gently chided, “He wasn’t using his computer was he?”

“No.” Harry looked scornful for just a second, realised where she was heading and tried to squirm out of her grip.

“For…” Eva bit off what she was going to say, thoroughly sick of arguing with her son every day about the dreaded b word, but not willing to swear at a child, “Harry, remember what I told you about baths?”

“If I didn’t have a bath every day, a monster would come and eat me.” Harry nodded.

“So why won’t you have a bath?”

“Because you and Auntie Jin beat monsters up.” Harry explained patiently, in the exact tone of voice she’d often heard Jin using on her during one of her denser moments.

Ok, so while the fact Harry had seen the pair of them taking down a triad of monstrous creatures this morning, all of whom had been unlike anything Eva had seen before, and likely having originated from the home of the ‘Lord of Darkness’ that Eva had taken down on the behest of her Boss around lunch time (hence the bruising), had effectively ruined that strategy of getting Harry to bathe, it had been rather therapeutic, considering that it had been a while since Eva had been able to pound on anything without having to worry about holding back and motherhood was stressful.

“Fine, if you don’t take baths every day, I’ll stop buying chocolate milkshake.” Eva threatened.

“Uh uh.” Harry shook his head, “Auntie Jin makes the shopping list.”

“I’ll tell Auntie Jin not to put it on.” Eva warned the boy, who watched Nale pretend to sulk, and giggled, only to cause Eva to shut the bathroom door, effectively trapping in the bathroom and stopping Nale from continuing to be a bad influence.

For now at least.

“I don’t wanna bath.” Harry glowered. “I don’t, I don’t, I don’t…” The four year old trailed off at the look on his mother’s face, knowing the look all to well.

“Bath or no milkshake before bed.”

“But…” Harry sulked.

“No buts.”

“Fine.” And now Harry sounded like Nale when Jin dragged him off to help her with the shopping, as he finally got into the bath. “But it had better be a big one.”

Eva chuckled, causing her son to give her an indignant look, “You’ll get the same size milkshake as you always do. Now close your eyes, I’m gonna wash your hair.”

Harry Tate: Year 3 Train Mishaps

Harry James Tate had been asleep since they had left King’s Cross station early this morning, lulled to sleep by the combination of the movement of the train and the music that had been playing on his portable CD player, so when the train stopped and his music cut out, the thirteen year old started awake and looked around, bleary eyed, at his friends, Megan and Hermione, taking one of the buds out of his ears.

“We’ve stopped.” Hermione told him with a small frown, putting her book down and watching the young martial artist take the other bud out of his ear and look out the window, “But we’re still hours from Hogwarts.”

“My music stopped too.” Harry muttered, “I put fresh batteries in, it shouldn’t have cut out for another,” He looked at his watch, “Two hours.”

The lights cut out and the temperature suddenly dropped to around freezing.

Harry called up a ball of ki, the white energy he’d been taught to harness by his mother, if only to stop him from trying to learn it on his own, which lit the room and cast startling shadows.

“Put that out.”

Harry and Hermione turned to look at the man whose carriage they had been riding in. Professor Lupin, who had been further asleep then Harry just moments ago, had gotten to his feet and moved towards the door, waving at Harry to put out the light.

Harry was about to reabsorb his ki when a hooded creature appeared in the doorway, breath rattling, floating inches above the ground, resembling nothing more then a ragged black robe that floated along menacingly.

Instead, Harry launched the ki at the creature, who had turned towards the occupants of his carriage. The ball of energy caused the creature to explode into black streamers of goo upon contact.

The goo stuck to everything to it touched, including Harry’s jacket, which he quickly pulled off, before slowly vanishing, cleaned up by the charms in place to stop the train getting messy when students ran rampant in it.

“Soul Stealer!” Hermione hissed, already getting to her feet, shrugging off the remnants of the bad memories brought to the fore by the presence of the creature and watching her friend, knowing that his mother had done everything she could to protect him from the worst of the effects that they had on people’s minds, but knowing that Harry was still susceptible.

“I know.” Harry said, moving towards the door. “Wait here.”

“Don’t move from this carriage,” Lupin, who had reached the door moments before Harry, trying to work out what, exactly Harry had done to the Dementor, blanched slightly as a pair of Dementors floated down the hall towards the compartment from both directions.

“Professor…” Harry hissed, frustrated. He could handle a couple more Soul Stealers, but not if Lupin insisted in getting in the way.

“Expecto Patronum.” Lupin waved his wand and a burst of silvery light, which seemed to take the shape of some animal, though Harry couldn’t quite see what it was, chased the two Dementors away.

The heat was back quickly once the Dementors were gone, but the teen wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy being annoyed at Lupin. “I could have handled those Soul Stealers.” Harry growled at the Professor, who turned to consider him carefully.

“I don’t doubt you could have.” Lupin nodded, watching Harry warily. “But those Dementors were sent by the Ministry of Magic to search for Sirius Black. Destroying one of them is bad enough, but destroying three would get you into trouble. What, exactly, did you do?”

“They’re from Azkaban?” Hermione questioned, looking from Lupin to her friend, fully aware of the deal Harry’s mother had made with the Ministry to avoid clashes between the Ministry’s Aurors and Eva Tate’s little band of misfits.

“They weren’t on Azkaban, this doesn’t void my mother’s contract.” Harry waved it off, though he was certain Hermione would probably contact Eva to check.

“What did you do?” Lupin demanded of the black haired teen, whose mood had been broken by his friend’s interruption and was now fiddling with the MP3 player.

“Well, you see Professor, it’s a long story.” Harry said, not really wanting to tell it, but horribly aware that Lupin was going to get it out of him anyway.

“I will go and speak with the driver and then I will require a full story out of you, Mr…”

“Tate, Harry James Tate.” Harry replied.

“Mr Tate.” Lupin nodded. “With a little luck, we might be able to prevent you getting into trouble.”

“I doubt it.” Hermione sniggered once the Professor had left the compartment. “Since when can anyone keep you out of trouble?”

“He wouldn’t be the first to try.” Harry nodded, amusement sinking in, past the frustration.

Lupin was gone only ten minutes and the train was moving again before he got back to them. Harry, who was giving his cat a treat through the bars on the cat carrier, looked up to find the Professor watching him again. “Yes Professor?”

“The full story please, from the beginning…”

“Well, you see Professor, it all begins with my mother…”

Harry Tate: Harry Potter/Original Story crossover

Eva Tate had been out since five o’clock yesterday morning on an errand for her boss, and had only gotten in at seven o’clock this morning, so when the phone rang at midday, it was her girlfriend, Jin, who had taken the call.

“Eva, love.” The Asian woman with long black hair and startling green eyes shook her partner gently, “Social services are on the phone.”

Eva forced herself out of a well deserved and much needed sleep to nod and pull herself out of bed, following her girlfriend down the corridor and picking up the phone. “Eva Tate speaking.”

“Lindsey Winters, I’m with Social Services.”

“Good,” Eva checked the clock quickly, “Afternoon Ms Winters, does this mean the paperwork’s gone through?”

“Indeed.” Lindsey sounded cheerful, too cheerful for Eva’s liking considering the lack of sleep, but she pushed the irritation aside. “In fact we have a child we need to find a home for as soon as possible.”

“Do tell.” Eva perked up, having been waiting for this good news for months and surprised that they’d been picked out for a child so quickly.

“The boy’s eighteen months old. His name’s Harry Potter.” Lindsey sounded like she was reading off of a sheet, “It might only be a temporary placement, it sounds like he just wandered away from home and once we find out who his parents are they’ll have first rights to the child.”

“I understand.” Eva nodded, “I’d be happy to take Harry in for as long as necessary.”

“Good, we’ll drop him off at two.”

“Thank you, I’ll be ready for him. Is there anything extra we should know?”

“We’ll do all necessary checks before we leave to make sure you’re suitable, but you shouldn’t have a problem.”

“I understand.” Eva nodded, though she couldn’t be seen by the woman on the other end of the phone. “Thank you for choosing us.”

“You’re welcome Miss Tate. Provided everything goes well, Harry should be staying with you for a couple of days.”

“I understand.” She repeated.

“I’ll see you at two.” Lindsey put the phone down.

“Eva?” Jin asked, confused.

“The spare room’s free, isn’t it?” Eva asked, pausing on the stairs.

“It’s as neat and tidy as possible.” Jin nodded, “Why? Is it finally happening?” She asked, excited.

“It’s only for a few days.” Eva warned, “Until they find his parents.”

“I don’t care. It could be for a few hours for all I care. If they’ve picked us we’re likely to get picked again if we do a good job!” She danced down the hallway and into the living room.

Eva was about to head up to double check the spare room, wondering if they should get a crib or an alarm or something if the boy was likely to wander, when a bright light blazed out of the living room door, forcing Eva to shield her eyes until it had gone down.

“Eva!” Jin sounded rather annoyed. “You have a visitor.”

She’d kind of guessed, considering all of Jin’s ‘visitors’ appeared at the door or without a flashy light show and their friends, those who lived here at least, had their own house keys.

Eva entered the living room to find a tall, brunette woman in a gorgeous white dress waiting for her. “My Lady.” Eva bowed to her patron, frustrated. Why now?

“Straighten Eva, I must speak with you at length.”

“My Lady, please do not presume me rude, but you have come at a rather inopportune moment.” Eva said as she directed the woman towards the sofa and looked at Jin, who nodded and darted off to make some tea. “You see Social Services have...”

“I know.” The woman said, settling demurely on the sofa and waved Eva silent. “That is why I am here.”

Eva nodded. This woman was the embodiment of fate, the one who dictated how the paths of each individual ran. This woman was also the reason she was alive right now.

Eva had been friends with Jin for years, and, back when they’d been eleven or twelve, Jin had fought with an enemy called Korina, an evil sorceress who was devouring the souls of innocent people in order to prolong her life and had been doing so for around five hundred years. Back then they’d believed the prophecy that had announced that Jin was the only one who could beat her.

When they’d defeated her, through a combination of skill and sheer dumb luck, they’d believed it was over.

So when Korina had returned four years later, they had been unprepared, surviving the first assault against them only because the Soul Stealers had focused their attack on Jin, giving Eva a chance to use what she’d learnt since their last encounter, which, in turn gave Nate, Lucy and Orion time to arrive and help.

They’d found and defeated Korina in battle again, but this time it had been at a price.

Before Jin’s summons could defeat Korina and force her out of the Soul Stealer who she had possessed, in order to seal her away, Korina had struck a lucky blow, sending Jin’s fire bird crashing into a pillar.

Eva who had been in the direct path of the bird, had had to dive out of the way, and had been unable to get to her feet quick enough to get out of the way of a spell cast by Korina, which, as far as everyone else involved in the fight had been concerned, had killed her.

It had been then that this woman, Madam Fate or Lady Destiny, she went by either name and was known by many more, had stepped in.

She had been following Eva’s story closely, especially since Eva’s story was caught up in the story of Fate’s favourites and the girl was studying under a Master of Wu Shu, who had trained up on Xuan Wu’s Mountain, and when it had seemed that Eva was about to be killed, Destiny had plucked her from the battle field, taken her to the world of the Gods and given her a choice.

Become Raised and given a chance to go back and fight alongside her, by that point, girlfriend once again, in exchange for doing a few jobs for Madam Fate, up to and including dealing with Dark Lords, Sorcerers and Mages at the start of their career, so that Fate wouldn’t have to go through the rigmarole of fighting with a world that no longer wanted to believe in Gods and magic to get things done properly, or die.

Those were the choices and Eva had, quite understandably, chosen life, not quite understanding until much, much later what choosing life as a Raised Human would mean, and when she returned to the human world three months later, it was to the shock and awe of her friends, who had believed her dead.

It wasn’t until Eva, as was the norm for teenagers who gained a lot of power, had made the mistake of getting cocky on one of the jobs that Madam Fate had sent her on and she’d gotten herself killed, that she truly realised what being Raised meant.

It meant that while she could be killed, she would return to the human world after a certain amount of time. It could be anything from three months to a stupid amount of years, but she would return. She wouldn’t stay dead.

She also wouldn’t age.

She had tried to pull away from Jin when she’d found that out, unsure whether she could cope with watching her girlfriend grow old and die, and had even asked Madam Fate to Raise Jin like she had Raised Eva.

But even if Fate had been willing, Jin would have turned it down.

She had quite enough on her plate with Korina, without adding any other problems.

And so Eva had stayed with her, and had been about to ask Jin the big question when Jin had made a suggestion.

They couldn’t have children together, so what if they adopted?

Eva, having the most steady income, had made the application, and now it seemed like it was going to come to fruition, but why was Destiny here now? And what did she want with the child that was only going to be staying with them a few days?

Harry Potter and the Serpent Items: Part 4

Once through Harry almost forgot his problems. Having been escorted by Hagrid, who had had strict orders to get him everything on his list and then get him home and the Wealsey’s who had been herding their own mob and as such had had to run a tight schedule, he’d never really explored Diagon Alley properly before and he was astounded.

Of course the thing that stuck out most in his mind was the broom in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, the new one that was supposed to be better than anything before it. The Firebolt.

Oh how Harry wanted one, but he had a perfectly good Nimbus 2000 and there was no point buying a ridiculously expensive broomstick, especially when he would need that money much more when he was on the run.

There were Aurors visible all along Diagon Alley, but, to Harry’s surprise none of them seem particularly interested in him. There were several who stopped anyone wearing a hood that covered their face to show themselves and it took Harry a while but he finally realised that they weren’t looking for him. It wasn’t until he overheard a conversation between a particularly peeved shopper and a member of the police force patrolling the area however that he realised that they were, in fact, here for Sirius Black.

That was about the time that he realised that as he and Luna examined things in windows, Mr Lovegood was interviewing people on the street. Neither Auror nor civilian escaped as the man took page after page of notes.

“Luna?” Harry asked, startling the girl, who had had a farway look on her face, “Why’s your dad interviewing people?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Luna asked, surprised, “My father runs the Quibbler. It’s a rival to the Daily Prophet.”

“Oh.” Harry blinked. He supposed that made sense. After all Muggles had seven or eight different newspapers, so he guessed there had to be more than one wizarding one, he’d just never heard of it before.

“I’ll let you see a few of our spare copies.” Luna promised with a smile as Mr Lovegood finished his latest interview and the three of them continued on their way, finally reaching Gringotts about half an hour after they’d left the pub.

The bank was packed. Busy goblins served stressed out wizards as everyone tried to get what they wanted immediately and though it wasn’t as hectic as it was during the last couple of weeks before term started when everyone tried to buy their school supplies, it was busy enough to hold Harry up a little longer than he would have liked.

Between the queues, the harsh attitudes of the goblins when they discovered that he didn’t have his key and they had to use a different method of telling if he really was Harry James Potter or not and his embarrassment at having forgotten that Mrs Weasley still had his vault key, though why she had it now instead of Hagrid was beyond him, Harry was just happy to get into the cart and take the short rollercoaster like ride down to his vault.

Once there Harry bagged up as much as he could carry, only making a small dent in the pile of gold there was staring him in the face. He wanted to take more but, in a worst case scenario it was there, safe in the vault, for if he needed it later on.

Luna, who had come down with him while her father had settled affairs at their vault, had been silent for a moment when the goblin had opened the vault but had then started babbling away happily, talking about something called dingbats, which Harry had thought was just a Muggle insult, but apparently, according to Luna, were creatures that infested vaults and fed on the gold.

The goblin with them seemed less than amused when Luna asked him if they had any living in their cave system, causing Harry to wonder if it was because of the implication that Harry’s gold wasn’t safe in the care of the goblins or if it was because they actually had some of them living there and had caught them feasting off the gold in the vaults. He also couldn’t help but wonder if the dragons that apparently guarded some of the vaults ate them as snacks.

Harry Potter and the Serpent Items: Part 1

Harry was in deep trouble.

When he’d come home from his second year at Hogwarts it had been with triumph as he had bested a basilisk, defeated the ghost of Voldemort for a second time and saved Ginny’s life.

Except that he didn’t remember any of it.

 The last thing he remembered was putting on the strange bracer he’d spotted at the bottom of the pool in the Chamber of Secrets. The next thing after that was escorting Ginny from the Chamber, sorting hat in one hand, Gryffindor’s sword in the other and a very dead basilisk behind him and he had no idea how it had happened.

Which had made explaining to everyone what had happened in the Chamber rather difficult. He’d tried to come up with something convincing but Dumbledore had known and when he’d questioned Harry on his own, the boy had shown the Headmaster the golden bracer he’d found.

Which was when Dumbledore had gained a rather odd look and told him in an enigmatic tone to take care of the bracer and told him not to worry.

Harry would have been more than happy to comply with that request, after all the bracer wasn’t exactly heavy, was obviously magical since the snake that wrapped itself around the protective piece of equipment had tightened its coils specifically to fit his arm and loosened again when he wanted to take it off at night, and the Headmaster had mentioned that it came with gifts and told him that he would give him more information when he found it.

However the blackout in the Chamber hadn’t been the only one. From the moment he’d gotten off the train and met up with his Uncle, he’d gone through the rigmarole of typical daily life with the Dursleys. Until things had started happening. Things that couldn’t possibly be classed as ‘good’.

Dudley’s friend Piers had been bullying him, Harry had had a blackout and Piers had been found the next day babbling like a lunatic.

Petunia had been starving him like she normally had, favouring her whale of a son over the nephew that she had been forced to take in when his parents had been killed and after one particularly bad morning where she’d forced him to cook breakfast but not let him prepare enough for himself, he’d had a blackout and woken up in the cupboard under the stairs with enough food to feed him for a week.

But this one had to be the worst. Uncle Vernon had started on him, about how worthless he was and how he was another mouth to feed and it wasn’t even like he was doing anything useful, and he’d clipped Harry around the head. Now this hadn’t been anything new. It had happened before. Never hard enough to do damage but it had been enough to trigger an episode and Harry had had a blackout.

Now he was on the run, kicked out of the Dursley home for having been caught at the scene of the crime, having somehow used magic to turn Vernon comatose, and he had no idea where he should go. It wouldn’t be long, he was certain, before someone reported it to the Aurors and he had a horrible feeling that ‘I don’t remember’ wouldn’t be a viable excuse. Nor would it stand up if it was taken to trial.

The problem was he had no options. He had no Muggle money and all of his wealth was tied up as wizarding galleons, sickles and knuts, which meant that before he could do anything he needed to get to Diagon Alley.

This was perfect. Except that he had absolutely no clue how to get there, short of flying on his broom, which, he supposed, he could do if he put on his invisibility cloak and it wasn’t like he could get into much more trouble than he was already in. Still it was a last bar one resort, having learnt his lesson about flying objects and how much trouble they could get you in when he and Ron had driven his dad’s flying car to school after Dobby had barricaded the gateway to platform 9 and 3/4.

“Great, just great.” Harry grouched, as he kicked the kerb, trying to think. “No train fare, no flying cars and no...” Harry trailed off as he realised that he was being watched out of the windows of number 4, Privet Drive. They’d probably already called the Muggle police to come and arrest him already and were just watching to see when it would happen.

That thought made his mind up for him. He started walking. Not to Diagon Alley of course, just away from the Dursley home, half worried about explaining himself to the police, who most definitely wouldn’t take ‘magic’ as an excuse and half worried because he still couldn’t remember what had happened to leave Vernon like he was.

“Oi! Freak!” Harry winced as his cousin caught up to him, his tone furious. Understandably so.

Dudley seized Harry by the jacket and spun him around to face him. Rage was obvious on his features and Harry had a horrible feeling he wasn’t getting out of this one without a lot of bruising.

“You better fix whatever you did to Dad or I’ll punch your face in.” Dudley threatened, meaty fist raised, prepared to strike.

“I can’t.” Harry admitted, though he knew it wouldn’t aid his situation any.

He was right, Dudley’s fist struck his stomach hard, winding the almost thirteen year old and causing him to crumple up in a ball on the ground, coughing hard.

“Fix. It. Now.” His cousin punctuated each of his growled words with a boot to Harry’s stomach, “And whatever you did to Piers.”

Harry felt it, felt the Bracer on his arm grow warm as Dudley backed off slightly, and then darkness overtook him as he fell into a warm sleep.

Author Note: Sharing of a NaNo Failure...

I thought for the next couple of weeks I'd share something with you guys that I wrote a long while back, for my NaNoWriMo attempt back in 2011 or was it 2010? Uhhh...

Anyway it was a Harry Potter/Yu-Gi-Oh! crossover except it was very different from the Clanverse I normally write in. Here's a brief summery...

Synopsis: -
Hogwarts was born during an age of hatred towards those with magic and when the school came under assult, Salazar Slytherin turned to an ancient, powerful, dark brand of magic to protect it, creating the five Serpent Items. A thousand years later the Dark Lord Voldemort rose and used the power of just one of those items to rule over England until he was defeated by an eighteen month old baby.

Now, after ten years of relative peace, Voldemort is rising again and the other four Serpent Items, their holders and the spirits trapped within are the only ones who stand a chance destroying him forever.

But first the other four items have to be found...