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“Dear Mister Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” He examined the envelope, which had been brought by an exhausted looking owl. Said owl was currently keeled over on the back of the living room sofa, wings akimbo. Harry was fairly certain that if it could, it would have been panting. “I didn’t apply.”

Bayonetta sauntered out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of water. She plucked the owl off the sofa and put it on a table, placing the water in front of it. The owl gave a low hoot and began to drink. Stroking its feathers gently, she pursed her lips. “Apparently you didn’t have to. From what Luka says, your name has been down ever since you were born. According to him, your birth parents were magical themselves, just not like us.”

She cast a glance at the large portrait hanging on one wall. It showed a redheaded woman and a man with very messy black hair. She had gotten it, along with a number of other items, at her visit to Gringotts, which had apparently shipped them from its European branch. The rest of the items had been locked away for safekeeping, though his parents wands hung below the portrait. She hadn’t questioned just how the Goblins had managed to recover those. They were notorious for their infernal talents.

Harry frowned and adjusted his glasses, the wing design across the top shining. “Why would I go to some school in Scotland? That’s where it is isn’t it?”

“According to Luka, yes.” She frowned. “And it’s not like you need to. But it certainly wouldn’t hurt to get another perspective on magic.”

Harry squinted at the letter. “Apparently they await my owl.”

The owl jerked away from the water dish with a loud hoot of horror.

Bayonetta gently rubbed its head. “They’ll have to wait. This poor thing needs a few days to recover. It just flew cross country after all.” The owl slumped in relief, and was more than content to be picked up and placed in a potted tree on the patio.

Jeanne arrived shortly thereafter. It soon transpired that she had been doing some research. She plunked a large book entitled, “Hogwarts, a History”, down on the coffee table. “This place is pretty venerated around Europe. Supposedly it’s actually a decent school, for a place that specializes in wands.”

Harry made a face. “Why would I want to use one of those?” He made a fist. “I do just fine with Lady Astarte.”

Jeanne shrugged. “It’s worth thinking about. And you wouldn’t be alone there in any case. I happened to find out that the school is recruiting for teachers. Your mother and I can easily send some of our course programs up there.

While Jeanne taught High-school, Harry’s mother taught a self-defense class most nights. Nothing that could be mistaken for an Umbra’s training, but still quite effective. More than a few people had come back saying that the classes had saved their lives.

“Give it a few days thought sweetie.” Bayonetta said. “The owl needs to recover anyway.”


It was three days before the owl was apparently able (or willing) to make the transcontinental flight. It let them know by flying in and fetching a pen and paper in its beak and bringing them to Harry.

“I suppose it’s time to make a decision.” Bayonetta said. She watched as Harry frowned.

“I get the feeling that saying no would be more trouble than it’s worth.” He eyed the owl for a moment. “Still, they might be able to tell me about my parents. I kinda want to know more about them.” He brightened. “Besides if I don’t like it, I can always just unleash Inferno on them. They sound pretty weak.”

Bayonetta ruffled his hair. “That a boy.”


The letter also included a list of school supplies, many of which Bayonetta and Jeanne had scoffed at. “A pewter cauldron, really? Who uses those anymore?”

The list had said that all purchases could be made in Diagon Alley. Harry knew from Luka that the alley could be accessed via the Leaky Cauldron. What Luka hadn’t mentioned was how everyone would crowd around him. Apparently his scar was quite famous.

“Back off!” Bayonetta’s abrupt command was coupled with a magically charged blast fired into the rafters from one of her guns. Several people shrieked, and the crowd rapidly backed away. “Honestly, you wouldn’t know from looking that this was a crowd of adults, rather than children.” She flipped her hand, making the gun vanish. “Out of the way!”

As she was currently sporting one of her more deadly glares from under her white rose laden hat, the effect was immediate. The crowd parted rather as if someone had cut them in two. Bayonetta and Jeanne stepped on either side of Harry and led the way to the back.


The rear lot looked rather decrepit at first glance. Then Harry spotted a slight golden glint at the top of one wall. “What’s that?”

Bayonetta looked up. “Witch metal.” She jumped and delivered a punch that shattered the brick and revealed a disc of buttery yellow metal. Then she gave the disc a magically charged kick. There was a faint ringing sound, and the disc flashed, before the entire wall curled away, revealing a bustling street and a sign proclaiming “Diagon Alley”.

Jeanne grinned. “Apparently Vigrid isn’t the only place with Umbran influence.”

Nearly all activity stopped as the trio headed down the street. While Harry was in his battlesuit, guns and all,(Though they were invisible for the time being), Bayonetta was in a rather interestingly cut white dress that showed more than it hid. It was this that was attracting the majority of attention, though Jeanne’s dress was drawing its fair share as well.

“Where to first?”

“The bank I should think.” Bayonetta twirled a Halo idly with one finger. “I don’t think the local merchants are going to take payments in Halos. I’m afraid we’ll need to exchange for the local currency. If it’s anything like the American branch I went to, it should be possible.”


“Then again, that may not be necessary.” She and Jeanne stared as the goblin stepped aside to allow them access into Harry’s vault.

The vault that was absolutely filled with shining coins of all types.

“Well, good to know it’s here.” Bayonetta pulled a sack full of Halos from somewhere, pretending not to notice the way the Goblin’s eyes grew wide. “Still, that’s your money for later down the road. Paying for your supplies is a parental prerogative.”


A short while later found them laden down with more wizarding money than they could count. Halos it seemed, had quite an exchange rate. As a precaution, Harry magically grew his bangs out to cover his scar.

Most of the trip was fairly straightforward. Bayonetta stored their purchases in some kind of box that seemed to never run out of space. When asked, she said she had borrowed it from Rodin.


It wasn’t until they were purchasing a wand that anything happened. Harry had been rather against purchasing one, but Jeanne had eventually convinced him, saying that if nothing else, it made for a good bit of subterfuge.

They were in the wand shop, a dusty and slightly dingy place called Ollivander’s. This was in keeping with Ollivander himself, who appeared to be about as weathered as his shop.

The white haired man appeared from out of nowhere around a corner, dusting off his suit. “May I help you?”

“I need a wand.”

Ollivander peered at him. “No, you don’t.” He said in a matter of fact tone, “You use another source young man. That much I can see, even if I don’t know what it is.” He straightened. “But I suppose that won’t matter at Hogwarts, will it Mister Potter?”

Harry shared a look with his mother and aunt.

Ollivander either didn’t notice, or pretended not to. “Seems like only yesterday, your mother and father were in here buying their first wands.” He started ambling among the shelves, inspecting boxes seemingly at random before pulling one.

Removing the wand he held it out to Harry, who took it. “I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mister Potter. Your mother’s for example, very good for charms, while your father’s excelled in transfiguration.” He frowned when Harry simply stood there and said, “Well go on, give it a wave!”

Harry did so. An entire wall of wands went flying from the shelves to land in a heap on the ground. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry was certain he heard Lady Astarte giggle.

Ollivander’s face was impassive as he took the wand back and selected another for him to try. This one cracked the ceiling, causing plaster to fall.

Things continued in this way for a while, and Harry was beginning to worry that the shop might collapse. Finally Ollivander handed him one that was “Holly and Phoenix feather, thirteen inches.” There was a wave of heat that rushed up his arm, and actually waving the wand made a fountain of sparks.

Ollivander applauded politely. “Curious.”

“And why would that be?”

Ollivander smiled thinly as he boxed up the wand and rang it up on an ancient looking cash register that had somehow survived the carnage. “It just so happens that the phoenix that gave the feather for that wand gave just one other feather. It’s curious he should get this wand, when its brother gave him that scar.”

Stepping over a pile of broken glass, he held out the box. “The wand chooses the wizard, Mister Potter, be it for good or ill. You would do well to remember that.” He shook hands with him. “Good day, and good luck.”


Their final stop was a place called Gladrags Wizard Wear. Harry had refused point blank to wear a school robe, feeling that it was an insult to his Umbran nature. Neither Bayonetta nor Jeanne protested. Bayonetta did however, want to have a look at the wizarding fashions. Apparently she had noticed a few especially interesting ones during their trip.

Gladrags was mostly empty, save a child with hair that was almost as blonde as Jeanne’s. He was accompanied by a man and woman that were clearly his parents.

Jeanne started browsing amongst the shelves, looking at cloaks. Bayonetta however headed over to look at dresses, passing the man and woman as if they weren’t even there.

Both of them stared after them as if they’d seen something unpleasant. The woman however, also sent a faintly envious look at Bayonetta’s dress.

The boy on the other hand, said somewhat loudly, “Who on earth let muggles in here?”

Both the adults smirked faintly when Jeanne quirked an eyebrow. The expression changed when she clicked her fingers and a dress levitated itself off the hangers. “Try this one Cereza.” She sent the gown flying across the room. Harry hid a smirk. The Hogwarts book had mentioned muggles. The three of them were anything but.

Harry himself was soon swept into a world of cloaks and dress shirts. Bayonetta and Jeanne kept their attendant quite busy. He eventually ended up next to the blonde boy, holding a small pile of capes and shirts.

The boy gave him a rather disdainful look. “You lot try too hard to make it look like you have money. It’s rather disgraceful.”

Harry was sorely tempted to deliver a wicked weave, but refrained. “Who said anything about trying? We do have money.” He frowned and added, “And a good deal more tact.”

The boy colored, making it look as if his cheeks had been rouged badly. Both his parents lips thinned.

Harry ignored them. “Clearly your money didn’t buy manners.”

The boy opened his mouth in outrage, but his mother suddenly spoke, clearly scenting danger. “That’s enough Draco. You were being rather rude.” She was staring at Harry as though she was seeing something very familiar and was unable to place it. Eventually she extended a hand. “I apologize for my son. I am Narcissa Malfoy.”

Harry shook it gently. “Harry. Pleasure to meet you Missus Malfoy.”

Her brow furrowed. “You have an interesting accent.”

“I live in America.”

“Ah. On vacation then are you?”

“Shopping for school actually. I got an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Trip almost killed the owl.”

Her husband spoke for the first time. “You live in America and you got a letter for Hogwarts?”

Harry shrugged. “Apparently my name was down for it ever since I was born. And I was born in Britain.”

Mister Malfoy eyed the counter, where there was sizable pile of Galleons, Knuts, and sickles in front of a rather awestruck clerk. “What precisely does your family deal in?”

Jeanne spoke from behind him. “Antiquities.” The man jumped. “Rarities, mostly of religious aspects.” Harry barely restrained a snort. “Though I’m also a teacher of muggle subjects and advanced magical defense. Cereza over there teaches self-defense classes.” She glanced at Harry. “Bring your clothes to the counter so we can wrap them. I think it’s time we headed out.”

As he headed to the counter, Harry heard the older Malfoy say, “You teach magic do you? I happen to be on the board of governors for Hogwarts.”

Harry ignored the resulting conversation in favor of speaking with his mother. “Ready to head home sweetie?”

Harry nodded. “Is Uncle Enzo flying us back?”

Bayonetta grinned. “Actually it’s Luka bringing us back. He has an early birthday present for you.”


Harry’s present turned out to be a large snowy white owl. “Figured she’d be just the thing for you kid. I hear all that school uses for messages is owls.”

“Why Cheshire, she’s gorgeous!”

Anything else Bayonetta had to say was cut off as light erupted around them. Heavenly music filled the air and Applauds and Affinities dropped from the sky.

Bayonetta sighed. “And here I thought we could have a nice excursion.” She drew her guns. “Oh well, I could use the exercise anyway. Ready Harry?”

Harry’s response was to fire off a shot that blew the head off an Affinity that had prowled a little too close.

“Good lad! Do take cover Cheshire!”

Luka dived into the plane and slammed the door.


Jeanne joined the fray shortly thereafter, blasting a Beloved in the jewel on its back. “Sorry I’m late. Had some business to finish up with those Malfoys. How do you feel about being called a professor?”

Bayonetta grabbed the Beloved’s axe as it launched it into a swing, wrenching it from its hands and cleaving it into its flesh, sending blood everywhere. “It almost makes me sound respectable! Can’t have that.”

Harry summoned Lady Astarte behind them. The massive Infernal rose and delivered a hefty punch that summarily flattened the angel, squishing it into a tenth of its former size, and causing it to let out a shrill squeal of death.

Jeanne flicked her hair back. “Well you won’t really have a choice there, I’m afraid. Hogwarts won’t call its instructors anything else.”

Bayonetta smirked and blew a kiss at the angelic seal, shattering it. “We’ll just have to see if we can change that, won’t we?”

The plane door slid open. “Every day is a new adventure with you two, you know that?”

The owl hooted in agreement.

You're an Umbran Harry! chapter 6
Forgot to post this...oops?

A personal headcanon of mine is that the Umbra can communicate telepathically with their contract partners, which gives them an edge in battle.

Also, Bayonetta finds the notion of a woman (or man, for that matter) being unable to defend themselves absolutely abhorrent, thus she teaches self defense classes for all ages.

“Platform nine and three quarters? What kinda magic shit is that?”

Harry shrugged. “That’s what the ticket says Uncle Enzo.”

Enzo shrugged and flicked his cigar into the ashtray, dislodging a slew of ash. “Eh whatever. Guess the magic carpets all have holes in them or something.”

“Actually those are supposedly illegal in Europe.” Jeanne had procured a book full of wizarding laws while in Diagon Alley, and had been reading it ever since they got home. She squinted at the page. “Says they’ve been banned since eighteen twenty-two.” She frowned. “Apparently it’s still legal to curse ugly muggles though.”

Enzo shuddered. “If they’re anything like your curses, I don’t think I wanna know.”

Bayonetta scoffed and took a sip of her wine. “We’re special cases and you know it.”

Enzo shrugged. “Yeah fine. So, I’ll fly you witches into London next week then?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Nah. I can go shopping for Clarissa’s birthday present in London. Them angels don’t seem to bother with me unless you lot are involved. I ain’t exactly their type you know.”

“Duly noted.”


“Well, there’s platform ten, and that’s platform nine.” Bayonetta glanced around. “Platform nine and three quarters doesn’t seem to be here.”

“It’s between them.” All three of them turned to see a plump red haired woman with a small gaggle of children behind her. “You have to run at the barrier between them. She gestured to one of her sons. “Show them Percy.”

The boy in question grasped his trolley and charged the barrier, vanishing into the brick as if it didn’t exist. Bayonetta frowned and stuck a hand into it. The bricks rippled like water. “interesting trick.”

“It reacts to magic. Though muggles can use it if they’ve been around magic enough.” The woman explained. She held out a hand and shook Bayonetta and Jeanne’s. “Molly Weasley.”



“Pleasure. You must be new to Hogwarts. I don’t know why they never mention the platform in the letters.” She frowned. “I usually stay out here to help the muggleborn first years find the platform. My husband is on the other side.”

“That’s very nice of you.”

Mrs. Weasley glanced down at Harry. “I do try. And who might you be?”

Harry smiled and held out his hand. “Harry Potter ma’am.”

The lone girl in the crowd of children squeaked. Mrs Weasley shot her a look. “Pleasure to meet you dear. I imagine this must be quite strange for you, off to Hogwarts all alone.”

Harry shook his head. “Mom and Aunt Jeanne’ll both be teaching there this year, so it’s not like I’ll be entirely by myself.”

Mrs. Weasley looked up. “You two are new professors?”

Bayonetta grinned. “I teach self-defense classes. I’m told I’m quite good at it. Jeanne there teaches advanced magical defense.”

Jeanne waved. “I teach the wandless variety.” She frowned and noted as the twins near the back suddenly looked gleeful.

Mrs. Weasley saw it too. “Don’t you be getting ideas you two!” She snapped. “Those are my twins, Fred and George. Biggest troublemakers you ever saw.”

Neither twin looked in the least repentant.


“Well there’s an obnoxious object.” Bayonetta eyed the bright red steam engine as it puffed merrily on the tracks.

“It is a bit of an eyesore, I grant you.” They turned to find Lucius Malfoy and his wife and son standing nearby. He sighed. “However, the Ministry of Magic requires that all students ride it, or not be allowed admission to Hogwarts. Even my considerable clout has not been enough to sway their minds.”

A loud whistle rent the air.

Mrs. Malfoy gestured to her son. “That’s the ten minute warning. Draco, you’d better get on board. Your friends will be looking for you.”

“Yes mother.” He vanished into the train.

Lucius flicked his wand and sent his son’s possessions floating in after him. To Jeanne he said, “You two are all set at the castle. The headmaster will announce you before the start of the welcoming feast.” He glanced at Harry. “Would you like me to enchant your belongings as well?”

Harry shook his head. “No thanks.” He reached down and hefted the trolley, trunk and all, throwing onto one shoulder. “It’s really not all that heavy.” He grinned and carried it onto the train, ignoring the astonished expressions on the Malfoy’s faces.


The ride was largely uneventful, aside from the sudden appearance of a girl with very bushy brown hair. She was accompanied by a boy with a rather downtrodden expression. After inquiring about a missing toad, she vanished, though she gave Harry a very curious look. Bayonetta and Jeanne’s mere presence was enough to scare away most of the nosier students. Adults were apparently a rarity on the train however, and they still managed to draw a steady stream.

Eventually Bayonetta put a seal on the door and all three of them stepped into Purgatorio. Harry settled down into reading one of Jeanne’s old history books. This was always an interesting affair, as the margins were filled with notes from Jeanne herself, who had actually met most of the people featured.

Her comments spared no one; George Washington was deemed a man with his wig on too tight, and devoid of any real fun. Abraham Lincoln however, was declared a statesman of high caliber. Coming from Jeanne, Harry knew that either statement could have very well meant anything.


It was some hours later that the train arrived at a small station. There was a thrum of noise as the locomotive began to empty. The conductor, a somewhat portly man dressed in red, and with a great deal of mustache, stopped by their compartment to inform them that a carriage was waiting to bring the two women up to the school. Harry however was to go with the rest of the first years, his things would be brought to the castle for him.


Stepping out of the train brought another surprise. Rodin.

“Bout time you got here.” He grinned, making the already clear circle around him widen noticeably.

“That’s the trouble with traveling legal.” Bayonetta said. “It’s so damn slow.”

Rodin snorted. “Only to you. Though I grant you a train is pretty backwater.”

“Why are you here Uncle Rodin? I thought you were in Spain.”

Rodin frowned. “Got a very hot news item. You remember your momma telling you how some places are closer to Inferno or Paradiso?” When Harry nodded, he continued. “Turns out Hogwarts is like Fimbulventr, it has connections to both. Stay out of the lake. It’s got a path that’ll take you down home.”

Jeanne blinked. “I take it there’s a path to Paradiso too then?”

Rodin nodded. “Not sure where it is, but that means nothin’ round here.” He fished around in his jacket for a moment and withdrew a large ruby on a chain. “Your momma and aunt have one of these, you should too. It’s a key to the Dump.” He tossed it to Harry. “I think you’ll end up with plenty of Halos round here.”

“Always out for the money, aren’t you Rodin?” There was no actual heat in her voice.

Rodin grinned. “Business before pleasure ladies, you know that.” He waved and lit a cigar with one thumb. “Gotta get back to the Dump. You kids have fun now.” There was a flash and Rodin vanished.

In the ringing silence that followed, a booming voice suddenly thundered out, “First years over here! First years this way!” The voice was coming from a mountain of a man in a large hairy looking coat.

Bayonetta’s eyes narrowed. “That voice sounds very familiar.”

The man was every bit as large as he appeared. He was carrying a lantern and was waving it about. “First years with me! We’ll be going up to the castle as soon as we got everyone!” He leaned down and picked something up. “Oy! Who’s toad is this!”


“Keep a better eye on your pets lad.”

Jeanne sniffed. “He seems harmless. And I doubt he’d be expecting people of our power anyway.” She flipped her hair back. “Besides, we have a ride waiting, and we need to change into something more appropriate.”


The giant man turned out be named Hagrid. He led them to a number of boats at the edge of a lake. “No more an’ four to a boat!” He pointed at Harry. “You’re with me.”

Remembering Rodin’s warning, Harry cocked his guns. It turned out to be mostly unnecessary as the only hint he saw of an Inferno was some of its vegetation. Given that Inferno’s plant life was often times sentient, this might have spelled trouble, but if any of it was alive, it appeared to be asleep. Harry made sure not to touch it anyway.


They were met at the castle by a very stern looking woman dressed in mostly green robes. Her gaze swept the mass of students, eyes narrowing when she spotted Harry.

Hagrid however, spoke before she could. “The first years, Fesser McGonagall.”

“Thank you Hagrid.” Her voice was crisp and no-nonsense. “I’ll take it from here.” She led them inside. What followed was a short lecture. “In a few moments, you will be sorted into your houses. There are four houses here in Hogwarts. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. While you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking-“ Here her gaze shot to Harry, “will lose you points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.” She turned and threw the door open. “Follow me.”

She led them into a large room filled with people. Up at the front of the room, a witch with fly-away hair was putting a very worn out looking hat on a thee legged stool. The hat sat there for a moment, then a rip at the brim opened like a mouth, and it started to sing.

 “Light and Dark have returned to us, bringing back days of old. In the darkness there is a story to be told. Fear not the night, for in it is light. The eyes of the world are in all today, one great cosmic play. Paradise and fire play their part, one great celestial art! Look to the moon and its people for the facts, they’ll tell you that none of it are acts. The truth is hard, and life deals many a card. So take your card and put me on your head, I’ll tell you where you need to go, for I see all the highs and lows! For I’m no ordinary hat, I’m a thinking cap!”

The hat fell silent to a round of applause, though it was mixed with some confused whispering. Professor McGonagall gave the room the sort of look that could curdle milk, which quickly cut off the noise. “When I call your name, you will come up and place the hat upon your head and be sorted into your houses.”

Harry stopped paying attention after this, focusing instead on the hall in general. The ceiling caught his attention first, as it seemed to be showing whatever was outside, though if he looked closely he could still see the rafters. The wall behind the professors at the front of the room was much more interesting however. There were several portraits, and to Harry’s great surprise, the largest was a faithful rendering of Queen Sheba.

The queen of Inferno looked out over the entire hall from a truly massive portrait. As Harry stared at it, he could have sworn it winked at him. Remembering that Sheba had once helped his mother, Harry wouldn’t have been surprised if she was watching now.

He was jerked back to reality as Mcgonagall called out, “Granger, Hermione!”

The bushy haired girl he had run into earlier walked up to the stool looking highly nervous. There was a full minute of silence, then the rip in the hat opened wide. “Gryffindor!” The girl headed to a table decked out in red and gold, amidst cheers and clapping.

Shortly thereafter was “Longbottom, Neville.” He too ended up at Gryffindor, though the hat took a very long time deciding, and Neville accidentally went to the table wearing it and had to jog back amid gales of laughter.

The next was “Malfoy, Draco.” The hat took almost no time whatsoever. It had barely touched his head before it shouted out Slytherin.

Finally after “Patil, Padma, and Patil Parvati!”, it was “Potter, Harry!”

McGonagall blanched slightly as Harry strode forward. All around him the hall erupted into whispers. “Potter did she say?” “The Harry Potter?” “Why isn’t he wearing robes?” Harry ignored them, making for the hat.

Closer to the stool, he could see a crescent shaped splash of metal set into the floor. As he reached it, it glowed brightly, throwing his shadow up against a wall. Harry sighed and sat on the stool, and resolutely ignoring the growing whispers, put the hat on his head.

“Hah! An Umbra back in our halls at last!” The hat sounded worryingly enthusiastic. “Five hundred and some odd years has been far too long!”

Harry frowned. “You seem unbelievably thrilled.”

The hat gave him what felt like the mental equivalent of a shrug. “Unlike the others in this castle, I remember its glory days, when the founders and the Umbra worked side by side. It was they who gave me the ability to sort you lot into your houses after all.” It seemed to pause for a moment. “Speaking of which…” It trailed off and began muttering to itself.

“The Umbra made you?”

The hat broke off mid-mutter. “Oh heavens no. I was made by Twilina’s hat shop and purchased by one Godric Gryffindor. Towards the end of his life, the Umbra put some power into me so that I could sort for the founders after their deaths. Speaking of sorting, I think you’d do well in…Slytherin!”

This last word was shouted out to the hall at large. There was a smattering of applause, though it was much subdued. Harry however could see Bayonetta and Jeanne both applauding from a small alcove. They would have been clearly visible had they not both been in Purgatorio.

A spate of whispers started and Professor McGonagall jerked her hand back from the hat. Harry turned and beheld a giant flower growing out of the metal crescent. It would have looked like a sunflower, had its petals not been a bright blue, and a skull been where the center normally would have been. The skull yattered at him and whipped about to eye the hall. Seeing the fascinated, and slightly longing, look on one of the professor’s faces, Harry leaned down and yanked at the flower, the roots sliding free of the metal with ease. He gave the skull a sharp tap on the forehead, making it freeze, and sauntered up to the head table.

He held it out to the professor, who accepted and twirled her wand, creating a pot. She stuck the flower in and made a wave of dirt fill around it. “Thank you, Mister Potter. These are harmless, but I’ve never been able to see one up close.”

He nodded and gave the skull another tap, causing it to start moving again. Then he reached up to take the hat off his head. As he removed it, the hat spoke one last time. “All four houses have Umbra quarters. You should have no trouble locating them.”

Harry grinned and set it on the stool. “Thanks for the tip.” The end of the hat nodded to him. Harry strode towards the Slytherin table and sat down next to Malfoy, who looked a cross between disturbed and impressed.


The rest of the sorting was fairly subdued. After the last person had been sorted, the hat was swept away, and the headmaster, an ancient looking man with a very long beard, rose. “Well another year has begun, and to our new students I bid you welcome, and our returning students, welcome back! Before we begin our welcoming feast, I must make a few start of term announcements. First, I must mention to all students that the Forbidden forest is dangerous and students are not permitted entry. Also the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to all those who do not wish to meet a most painful death.”

Harry laughed, but he was one of the few that did.

The headmaster continued unperturbed. “I would also like to announce the arrival of some new classes.” He gestured to his left, where two empty chairs sat. “As you can see, we have two new additions to our staff this year. First we have Advanced Magical Defense, taught by Professor D’arc!”

Jeanne threw the doors open and strode in. Harry grinned. She was wearing an outfit that she herself said she had not worn since the days of the witch hunts. She had apparently modified it into a kind of dress. She swept up and at a gesture from Dumbledore, stopped at his side. Professor D’arc specializes in wandless magic. Her classes will be available for fifth years and up.”

Jeanne sat down and flashed Harry a smile.

The Headmaster cleared his throat. “Also new to us this year is Magical Self Defense, a class which will be available for all years. It will be taught by Professor Bayonetta!”

The doors flew open again, and Bayonetta strode in. Most of the hall went silent. Harry didn’t blame them. His mother was wearing her battle uniform, though she had modified it so that there were no openings in the legs, and the partition in the back was much smaller. Harry himself had patterned his own battle uniform off of his mother’s old one, though his had a great deal less accessories.

The silence was broken by two loud wolf whistles. Bayonetta stopped dead. Then she turned and stomped her foot. There were two shouts of surprise, and a blast of magical detonation. She held out her arms and caught the two boys as they came spiraling down. Hoisting them by the back of their robes, she said, “Self-defense lesson number one. Always respect a lady. You never know what she might be capable of.” She held them closer. “Is that understood?” Both boys nodded furiously. “Good!” She dropped them. “Back to your seats.” Both boys scurried off looking chastened.

Harry joined in the laughter filling the hall, watching as his mother back flipped over the table and sat down next to Jeanne, ignoring the looks from the other Professors.

The headmaster seemed less perturbed. “You will of course remember to give them the respect they are due as professors. And with that I must give a few last words. And here they are. Nitwit, oddment, blubber, tweak!”

Harry started laughing as the plates filled up with food.

One of the students next to him let out a low whistle. “Damn. I want a class with her. She’s tough as nails!”

Another student shrugged. “Yeah, but wandless magic? That could really be handy.”

Harry grinned and looked up at the head table. He spotted one of the teachers, a rather sallow man with a large nose eyeing him with a mixture of revulsion, fury, and confusion. Harry rolled his eyes and put the man out of his mind.

“I still say the self-defense class sounds best.” Harry glanced over at the student next to him. “She’s unbelievable!”

“She’s my mom.” Harry said, grinning as the student gagged on his pumpkin juice.

You're an Umbran Harry! chapter 7
So Hogwarts at last! And several things I need to clarify. I keep forgetting to actually describe Harry's uniform, which is patterned after Bayonetta's uniform from Bayonetta one, minus most of the accessories. The opening in the back remains, since that seems to be there mainly for the purpose of the witches summoning their Madama's wings. Also his hair (depending on his whim) is anywhere from shoulder to waist length, though he rarely wears it that long. it's typically about halfway down his back, and unless specifically mentioned otherwise, this what he has it for everyday. though he never wears it short, finding it to be unmanageable.

Information about the Hogwarts express can be found on Pottermore, and the ministry does indeed require students to ride it.

For those wondering about Harry's house placement, I couldn't see him in Gryffindor, as they'd be too loud and annoying to him, and Ravenclaw requires the answer to a riddle to get in, which I can't see him always getting right. Hufflepuff might have worked, but loyalty isn't precisely one of Harry's strong suits here, particularly to the wizarding world in general. His family is another story, of course.

Scuttlebut with Jeanne is that she may actually be Joan of Arc, hence her name.

"Now remember sweetie, we'll be right here in case anything happens alright?"

Harry swallowed and nodded as Jean stepped back behind him. "Yes, Aunt Jeanne."

Next to her, Luka leaned toward Bayonetta. "Are you sure he's ready for this?"

She frowned. "Technically speaking, no one really is." She whispered. "A picture in a book is one thing. Seeing them in the flesh is quite another."

Harry started chanting, a strange wind whipping through the air. Luka felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. "How does this work anyway? Do you actually pick one?"

Bayonetta shook her head. "It's more a search for an Infernal that you'll share a rapport with."

Furniture began to rattle and a vortex slowly began to open, tendrils of red energy spiraling out into the air.

There was a pause, and then a strange, spherical looking creature with an oddly shaped head rose through the portal.

Bayonetta hissed something in Enochian and drew back her fist. "A Malicious!"

Before she could act however, a gigantic hand erupted from the portal and snatched up the Infernal. It squeezed, causing it to let out a shriek. There was a gush of blood and the Malicious crumpled to the ground, dissolving into nothingness.

The hand drew back, and the portal widened. Then a massive head rose. The skin was dark, almost pitch black, and the hair was a messy pile of brown. Atop it was a simple headdress with a giant crescent moon on its side. Her eyes, like all Infernals, were a bright red. She rose higher, revealing a golden choker and the top half of what appeared to be a black gown.

She leaned forward and eyed him, smiling. Then she spoke, her voice surprisingly light, but filled with a rich undertone. "Ah. I see. The son of Cereza. This is a pleasant surprise."

Out of one ear, Bayonetta could hear Jeanne giving a running translation for Luka. She discreetly cocked her guns. "Is it really?"

The infernal turned her head to look at her. "And why would it not be? Is he not requesting a pact?"

"That depends entirely on you really being who you should be."

The Infernal smirked. "I am no Malicious, if that is what you are concerned of." She turned back to Harry. "Do you recognize me?"

Harry nodded and swallowed. In somewhat halting Enochian he said, "You are the Lady Astarte."

The Infernal's smile widened. "Madama Butterfly has spoken highly of your intelligence to me. I am pleased to see she was not mistaken."

Bayonetta's stance shifted into something slightly more relaxed. "She rarely is."

Astarte's massive head nodded once. "Just so." She rose higher, revealing her supposed gown to actually be a form of ancient toga. There was a light rustle, and a pair of gargantuan dove-like wings spread out behind her. She extended a hand, setting the bangles on her arm jingling. "So then little Umbra, will you make a pact with me? Will you trade me your soul in exchange for my wisdom and power?"

Harry swallowed nervously. Then he glanced back at Bayonetta. When she gave him an encouraging look he turned back to face Astarte, who was smiling indulgently. "I-" He coughed and tried again. "I do so hereby swear my soul to you, Lady Astarte."

She smile widened and she carefully picked him up. "So it has been decided, and so it shall be! You have a great future ahead of you little Umbra."

With that, she seemed to surge forward, melting and swirling about Harry in a riot of color and sound. His watch began to glow, and he rose into the air. There was a bang, and the colors exploded outward, throwing the room into sharp relief. They watched as Harry's shadow slowly began to warp, shifting into the shape of Lady Astarte.

Harry gasped as he began to fall. There was a moment of free-fall, then the wings of a dove burst from his back, flapping gently and slowing his descent. He landed somewhat heavily on the ground, looking winded. Bayonetta and Jeanne were at his sides in seconds.

As they hauled him up, the portal, which was still open, throbbed with arcane energy and widened immeasurably, rising off the ground to hover in front of them. There was a rustling sound, and Harry caught sight of something resembling a humanoid insect. It seemed to eye him for a moment before it spoke. To his surprise, it was in English. "Well done, young one." Then there was a crash, and the portal vanished.

After a moment, Luka spoke. "I didn't think they knew English."

Bayonetta finished helping Harry up. "They do, but they rarely choose to speak it. They seem to think its beneath them to speak like humans do." She turned to Harry. "But it spoke truly. Well done indeed."

Jeanne nodded. "Yes. Astarte is one of the older Infernals. Her siding with you speaks well of your talents."

"Is it normal to feel this tired?"

Bayonetta nodded. "It's the strain from them connecting. It'll vanish in a few days. You have some leeway until the contract fully kicks in."

"Can't carry out a contract without a weapon."

"Gah!" Luka leaped away as Rodin materialized from nowhere behind him. "Do you have to do that?!"

Rodin took a drag from his cigar. "Makes life more fun." He grinned. "Come on back to the Dump, kid. I got a little birthday present for ya."

Once they were back at the bar, Rodin laid a cloth covered box on the table. "For your pleasure, I present to you, Night at the Opera!" He whipped the cloth away to reveal four guns that were jet black in color and had a moon shaped gem hanging from their handles. "Here we have Dafne, Carmen, Seville, and Partenope."

Bayonetta licked her lips. "Why Rodin! You've outdone yourself!"

The weaponsmith grinned, his eyes shining red through his sunglasses. "Nothing but the best for you and yours, Bayonetta." He frowned slightly. "You'd probably put a bullet in me if I did any less."

She grinned. "You know me a little too well, Rodin."

Rodin chuckled and turned to Harry. "Take em out back and try em out kid. I even got you some targets."

Harry grinned and grabbed the guns, locking them into place and sprinted for the door. "Thanks Uncle Rodin!"

Jeanne sauntered after him. "I'll make sure he doesn't overdo it."

Luka watched the door for a second, then took a sip of the drink Rodin handed him. "So I was back in London again last week. Have you ever heard of a goblin?"

Bayonetta scoffed. "Very low ranking Infernal. Prefers to use money to give mortals trouble. Why?"

"Because I met one. It asked me to give this letter to "Lady Cereza of the Left Eye". Apparently they knew we work together."

Bayonetta frowned and took the proffered letter. She flipped it open and read aloud. "To the esteemed Lady Cereza of the Left Eye, greetings. We here at Gringotts Wizarding bank have been recently appraised of your adoption of one Harry James Potter by one of our field agents. We humbly request that you please make a trip to our American branch in Times Square, New York, to settle matters of estate in connection with Mister Potter. We give you our word as one Infernal to another that all matters shall be held in utmost secrecy. If you require directions, please send a request via the enclosed return envelope. Sincerely, Gornoll, Head Goblin of Gringotts Incorporated."

"Well, that was surprisingly polite, for an Infernal. Can you actually trust their word?"

"Goblins are always polite, unless they aren't, Chesire. I wasn't aware they had a bank however. Seems they've been branching out. And generally there's few Infernals you can trust, but a goblin always keeps their word. It's part of the reason humans trust them so much." She fished out the enclosed envelope, reading the address. "Main Offices, Gringotts Headquarters, London." She flipped it over and read a small note taped to the back. "Please give this to the nearest owl, and they will be happy to transport this letter. You may have to bribe them with food first however."

She grinned. "Looks like I have a trip to make that's actually aboveboard for once."

Rodin chuckled and took a sip of his own drink. "Don't tell me you're getting soft."

She sniffed. "Perish the thought Rodin!" She glanced at Luka. "I don't suppose you found out anything else while you were in London?"

"You mean besides the fact that the Goblin's think Dumbledore is more mad than anything else? There's a school for magic people up somewhere in Scotland. Apparently anyone without magic just sees a condemned building or something. Dumbledore's the headmaster."

Bayonetta made a noncommittal noise as she wrote something out and put it in the envelope. "And the name?"


Rodin raised an eyebrow. "Now that name brings back memories. Lot of angels getting killed back in the early days. They had their own Umbra bodyguard back then. Right up until they got called away during the witch hunts."

"And then they went down under."

"True enough." She sealed the envelope and headed for the back door. "I suppose we'll be off now. I suppose you're heading back out Cheshire?"

"Yeah. Back to London. Seems those rumors about Voldemort making a deal with a demon may not have been rumors. Hopefully I can find out. Tell Harry I said happy ninth, okay?"

She nodded and headed out to watch as Harry targeted and successfully blasted some captured Decorations Rodin had provided. Then she scowled. "Harry! Loosen your arms! I know I've told you holding a gun like that will just make you sore!"

Harry grinned and settled into something more natural looking.

Jeanne snorted. "You do realize he only switched to that when he heard you come out?"

Bayonetta rolled her eyes. "Cheeky little devil." But she ruffled his hair all the same.

You're an Umbran Harry! Ch5
My apologies for the delay. This chapter required a lot of research. So, Astarte. She's a goddess of fertility, motherhood, love, and war. By various accounts, she has either been cast down to hell (The bible refers to her as the abomination), always been there, or chose to go there. She has a lot of parallells with Harry in that respect, which is what led me to choose her. XrosaryX pointed out to me that all the known Umbra contract partners were insect based, but after watching Bloody Fate where Bayonetta's partner is implied to be Gomorroh, I'm left thinking that may be a feature of the Madamas, rather than any particular indicator of the Umbra.

Speaking of Madamas, Harry's guns are an Homage to Madama Butterfly, Who is herself named for an opera of the same name, as her description alludes to. While Carmen is well known, and Seville is short for the Barber of Seville, Dafne is the first opera ever, performed in Florence, and Partenope is the first opera written by an American born composer.

Also Madama Butterfly is a closet gossip, and the Goblins are not terribly enamored of Dumbledore.


The next day dawned strangely dark. Though she didn't say it, Jack could tell that Lady Palutena was worried. She kept casting glances at the sky and eventually retreated into a room of her temple that housed what appeared to be a giant crystal pool in an urn of sorts.

"Through this pool, I can watch over the entire world Jack." She smiled slightly. "It's how I found you." She frowned. "Now however, I can sense that something is wrong. Something is stirring, and I'm trying to find out what."

The pool shimmered and turned purple. Palutena took a step back in surprise. "You needn't look too far." The voice was dark and feminine.

Palutena's expression darkened. "Medusa!"

Jack leaned over the lip of the pool and caught sight of a very pale face with purple eyes sneering at them. The eyes narrowed when they spotted Jack, and the face drew back, revealing itself to be female. To Jack's surprise, the black hair was interspersed with snakes, one of them a bright gold.

"And just who might you be?" She sounded both wary and curious at the same time.

"Jack Frost, Madame Medusa."

Medusa blinked, looking somewhat nonplussed. Jack got the impression that she wasn't used to anyone giving her a title. After a moment she shook her head. "My quarrel is not with you. Stay out of the way and you won't get hurt."

Lady Palutena's eyebrows rose until they reached her hairline. "Sparing someone? That's not like you Medusa."

Medusa's lips thinned. "Let's just say it's nice to see someone who knows how to respect their betters."

Palutena's lips twitched, but she said, "And how are you back this time Medusa? Last I checked, Hades was in no shape to go about resurrecting people."

Medusa frowned. "It wasn't Hades, that much I'm sure of." She shook her head. "But the how doesn't matter!"

"And revenge does?" Palutena sounded slightly bored.

Medusa's smile was almost feral. "There's always a reason for revenge."

"Not a good one." Jack said quietly.

Medusa heard him however. "And what would you know about revenge, you skinny little twig?"

Jack felt himself smile slightly. "You think I haven't wanted revenge against anyone? Whoever it is camping out up there in the moon made me and dumped me on this planet with nothing more than a name. Of course I have resentment towards him. I even wanted revenge against him for a while, but I eventually realized it would have been pointless. What would that have got me?"

Medusa smirked. "Satisfaction."

Jack shrugged. "Somehow I don't think it would have lasted long."

The goddess eyed him. "Then that's your problem I suppose." Her attention returned to Palutena. "I rather thought you would know what was going on."

Palutena's lips pursed. "Believe me, if I had known, I would have done something about it." She eyed Medusa. "You really don't know who brought you back?"

The goddess shook her head, snakes swaying. "I only know it wasn't Hades. I checked the underworld. He's as gaseous as when you and Pit blasted him. The first thing I remember was a voice saying something about ice and the winds of change blowing in a new direction." She rolled her eyes. "Not exactly a lot to go on."

"I suppose not."

Jack leaned over the edge of the pool again. "Why did you contact us? It's obviously not to gloat."

Medusa's eyes narrowed. "What makes you think I did it for anything other than my own amusement?"

"You're not exactly laughing."

Medusa was silent for a moment. "I wanted a truce, however temporary." Jack watched Lady Palutena's mouth drop open. "I have no idea who revived me, but I refuse to play the decoy puppet in their schemes. Having Palutena track them down is worth the embarrassment of siding with her."

Lady Palutena's lips quirked up into a smile. "And why should I side with you?"

"Because the last time I was revived, the culprit created mass panic and worldwide chaos, and very nearly brought the heavens and earth crashing down."

Palutena grew serious at once. "Good point. It's a deal. It might be better if you come to Skyworld yourself. If someone's expecting you to attack us, then we'll be able to gain some time, and the element of surprise. Incidentally, who's been in charge of the underworld proper while Hades is out of commission?"

"Apparently the reapers. They've largely been the responsible parties for chivying souls back and forth, though they relinquished control to me upon my arrival. The alternative was Loki's daughter, and they evidently didn't feel Hel had had enough experience with the entirety of the underworld."

"A more likely reason is that she didn't want to. I suppose that rules out an underworld culprit. The reapers don't have the skill to revive a goddess, Thanatos isn't the type to try, and Hel's too easy going to make waves like that. Especially considering that I asked her to guard Hades remains."

"Which leaves an Overworld force."

"There's not many spirits or deities that would even attempt it, but it could just as easily been a human mage. There's still a few around, for all that everyone thinks they've died out."

"If it was a human, I'll rend their very soul to pieces." Her image vanished from the pool of liquid.

Lady Palutena sighed. Then she turned to Jack. "I had hoped you would never have to have an encounter with her. I thought her gone for good last time, but apparently someone likes to meddle."

"Who is she?"

"She is Medusa, Queen of the Underworld, and the Goddess of Darkness. And my sister."

"You two don't look anything alike."

Palutena smiled wanly, her eyes looking distant. "Long ago we did. We used to rule together, I the day and she the night. When we first came about, deities and spirits alike were either imprisoned or otherwise rendered powerless, and the world had been cloaked in hatred, fear, evil, and despair. "

"Together with Pit, we fought back against those forces. Working as one, the three of us, along with our forces, banished Weeping Night, the Spirit of Despair into a realm beyond that of ours and sealed him there. Pit himself slayed Risodante, the Spirit of Hatred in battle. The wounds he sustained from that battle are the reason he cannot fly without assistance. "

"We defeated Umber, the Spirit of Evil, and Medusa herself executed her, using her as an example of what would happen to those who would attempt to wreak havoc. Many thought it was a fitting end."

"What about Fear?"

Palutena shook her head. "With despair, hatred, and evil defeated, Gaia and Viridi were free. They took the fight straight to the master of fear, Pitch Black, the Nightmare King. After a vicious battle, they defeated him and forced him into hiding. These days, he's known as the Boogeyman."

"They didn't get rid of him?"

She frowned. "Fear is a universal constant. It's what makes children look both ways, what keeps them from touching a hot stove. It's what makes animals be wary of strangers. Fear is a necessity of life, and as such it cannot be destroyed." Palutena's lips pursed. "However, that doesn't mean the current wielder of it cannot be removed. In the case of Pitch Black, there were other forces at work."

"Other forces?"

Palutena grimaced. "It's a very long story, and I'll tell it to you soon, but the short answer is that Pitch Black is not entirely in control of himself. There's also the matter of the Guardians. These days, he's primarily their enemy."

"The Guardians?"

"A special group made up of four spirits. That's another story I'll tell you. At any rate, Medusa and I worked in harmony for many years. Unfortunately, Medusa began to turn against the humans, punishing them ever more viciously. Drying up their crops, visiting plagues upon them, turning them to stone, etcetera." She paused for a moment.

"In my anger I confronted her. After a fierce battle, I defeated her, and I transformed her into the image that I saw in heart, and banished her from skyworld. The face you saw today is a facade, an image she puts up."

"You transformed her?"

Lady Palutena sighed. "I was enraged, and wasn't thinking clearly. Looking back, I can't help but suspect that Hades may have been involved even then. Medusa certainly seemed to change overnight."


The former master of the underworld. He was the last one who revived Medusa. And he did it solely as a distraction to keep me busy so I wouldn't notice what he was up to. If someone is using that tactic again, then who knows what their end goal is."

She smiled grimly. "If that is the case however, I seriously doubt they ever expected Medusa to call a truce, which means we have an advantage, however slight."

The next day, Medusa arrived with fairly little fanfare on her part, but a great deal of panic from the centurions. Jack was irresistibly reminded of a flock of startled birds as every one of them launched themselves into the air.

Ignoring the numerous weapons pointed at her, Medusa turned her attention to Palutena and Pit, who were swiftly approaching. "I see you didn't inform them." She waved a hand to indicate the centurions.

"Stand down!" Palutena barked. When the centurions hesitated, she thumped her staff on the ground. "I said stand down! She's not our enemy!"

"For once." Pit muttered quietly.

Palutena shot him a glance, but otherwise ignored it. To Medusa she said, "Actually I did tell them. But evidently they thought I was joking." She sent the still armed centurions a rather stern look.

When they finally lowered their weapons, Medusa turned her attention to Jack. "You look…new."

Unsure how to respond to this, Jack remained silent.

Medusa swept closer, leaning down to stare him in the eyes. "You are a young one."

"Seventy, or thereabouts I think." Palutena supplied.

Medusa's eyes narrowed. "Winter?"

"According to the man in the moon, yeah." Jack said. "Never bothered to say anything else though."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised." Medusa said archly. "The Man in the Moon has always been a little less than excellent." With that, she swept off, following Palutena into her temple.

Pit wandered up next to him. "Sounds kinda like she actually approves of you."

"Yeah, I sort of caught that myself. What did she mean about the moon being "less than excellent"?"

Pit shrugged. "If she ever knew the man in the moon, then it's news to me. Lady Palutena and I almost never even speak with him, though I think that has more to do with him than anything else." He frowned. "Either way, I don't like having Medusa here, even if she does seem more…laid back." He shrugged again. "I guess being destroyed three times gives you some perspective for when it's your fourth time around."


"Yeah. The last two were because of Hades."

"Lady Palutena mentioned him earlier. Who was he?"

"The god of the underworld. He revived her once as distraction, and I don't know why he did it a second time, but it backfired then. Hades was about to destroy me when Medusa showed up out of nowhere and punched his head off. Said she wouldn't play the puppet any longer."

"She punched his head off?"

Pit nodded as they headed back towards the temple. "Yeah. Lady Palutena said she got an A for vindictive tenacity. Even then it wasn't enough. Hades grew a new head and destroyed her. Said she'd worn out her usefulness." He shook his head. "Usefulness to him maybe. Her attack bought Lady Palutena enough time to come up with a plan, and gave Viridi the chance to get me into the air. I'm starting to think that was Medusa's plan. She had to know she wouldn't be able to hold Hades off for very long."

"Hades sounds like he must have been powerful."

"Very. He caused decimation on a global scale, and disrupted the balance of life so badly that it took his own destruction to set things right. And he did it purely because he was greedy. If it hadn't been for Medusa, I'm not sure we would have won."

Mulling this over, Jack followed Pit into the temple.

Dinner with Medusa as a guest was just as interesting as breakfast with Viridi had been. Shortly after she had been served a rather raw looking steak by a very nervous centurion, she started giving Jack some strangely searching looks that made Jack feel as if he was being looked through rather than at.

After a few minutes of this she spoke. "Man in the Moon isn't the only responsible party is he?"

Since he had no idea what she was asking, Jack was glad that it was Palutena that answered. "Viridi and I are fairly certain that Gaea is the main force behind it. Viridi is out searching for her as we speak. She said she'll contact us as soon as she gets things figured out."

Medusa frowned. "That might take a while. Gaea is a…elusive being."

Palutena nodded. "Viridi seemed confident she could find her very quickly."

Jack blinked, remembering something. "When you first contacted us, you said a voice told you about the winds of change. Was it the Man in the Moon speaking to you?"

To his surprise, Medusa actually burst out into a full-fledged laugh. It was rich and melodious, and completely at odds with her former behavior. As she settled back, Jack saw a real unguarded smile. It seemed to transform her entire face, and for a moment, Jack was forcibly reminded of Lady Palutena.

When she managed to control herself, Medusa shook her head, still smiling. "It wasn't him that much I'm certain of. We never exactly got on."

Lady Palutena leaned forward, looking interested. "I didn't realize you had any contact with him."

Medusa pulled a face, the snakes on her head hissing. "Contact is a bit of a strong description. Tsar Lunar's idea of recent is something like centuries. Back in the early days, we both viewed ourselves as guardians of the night. That being the case, we had our differences. Eventually, Lunar started focusing more and more exclusively on children, though he still kept an eye on the world, for all the good that did. He certainly never interfered in any of our tiffs."

Jack took a careful sip of his soup and found it to be quite pleasant. "But you came before him didn't you? That was the impression I got." When Medusa looked puzzled he said, "Lady Palutena told me that you three fought to free the world when you first came around."

Her expression cleared at this. "Ah. Yes, we did. Lunar was already here however. He and Pitch Black arrived at roughly the same time. That being said, Lunar either didn't know what to do, or wasn't old enough to do it. He essentially grew up in his observatory up there. Which is why it ended up being Viridi and Gaea who actually forced Pitch Black from power that first time. No one else really had the strength to do it. Fear is a powerful foe."

That night, Jack had a particularly nasty dream. Fire and screaming raced through his mind like lightning. He jerked awake to find that he himself had been screaming.

Lady Palutena had evidently heard him as well. She swept in, looking more than a little concerned. "Are you alright Jack?" Medusa was behind her, looking around the room with a strangely suspicious expression.

"I- I think so. It was all fire and screams."

"A lost memory perhaps."

Jack shook his head. "I don't remember anything like that. I usually stay away from fire after the whole bonfire incident."

Palutena's lips twisted. "I suspect there's a story involved in that. The word "Incident" usually gives it away."

"There was something else too, something dark and nasty."

Medusa suddenly made a snatching motion over in one corner. "Nasty is right."

Palutena turned from her spot at the foot of Jack's bed. "A fearling."

Jack felt his dinner trying to come up as he saw the squirming, ink like shadow that was caught in Medusa's clawed hand. "What is that?"

Medusa squeezed her hand and thing gave out a high pitched shriek and exploded into nothingness. "A fearling, though a weak one. They spread nightmares and fear." Her eyes narrowed. "They are agents of Pitch Black."

Palutena raised a finger. "That's not entirely accurate you know."

Medusa shrugged. "It seems easier to understand than them being agents of each other." She turned to Jack, who was watching her, wide-eyed. "That being said I am the true ruler of darkness, and all it entails. Weak little creatures of the dark such as them have no power against me. Dreams, sweet or vicious are of little effort for me." She traced a symbol of some kind in the air over the bed. "Sleep well, and rest easy in dreams of peace."

She swept out. Palutena was silent for a moment before saying. "I do believe you've won her over, Jack." She smiled at him. "It's heartening to see signs of Medusa as she was so long ago. I think you can probably bring out the good in her that's been hidden away for so long."

She too left and Jack quickly fell into a sleep that was filled with warm and comforting darkness, and light, shining gently down from above.

Child of light 4: Medusa
Hoo boy! This took a while to write. Medusa is a very tough character to write, and I had to go back and re-listen to her scenes before I felt I had a good handle on her. She is most definately the type to look out for her own interests first, even if it would mean siding with Palutena. She also seems to be the sort of thing that could easily deal with a fearling, as they would technically roam in her domain, and darkness is a pretty wide description. As for the bit about Pit's wings, I was fairly certain that Palutena's explanation that they "just don't work right" was hiding something.

I think we can all guess who's going to appear next btw :)


"Happy Birthday darling!" Bayonetta set the large cake that Enzo's wife had made down on the table, the giant candle in the shape of the number five blazing merrily. "Blow out the candle and make a wish!"

Jeanne, Luka, Enzo, and Bayonetta all clapped as the flame blew out. Harry laughed as a camera flash went off. "Aunt Jeanne!"

Jeanne giggled and waved the camera about. "Sorry sweetie! Have to have a picture of the birthday boy on his birthday, its tradition!"

Bayonetta glanced at the other three photos on the wall. The one for his second birthday depicted a rather large mess with a hugely grinning baby in a high-chair. Harry had still been at the stage where food was both a toy and nourishment. The resultant explosion of cake and other foods had taken several hours to clean up, though only because Jeanne had started a full-fledged food fight. Luka had proved to be a fairly good shot. The other two pictures were much less messy, and more traditional.

Luka cut the cake and started serving pieces. "And one nice big one for the birthday boy."

"Thanks, Mister Chess."

Bayonetta tried and failed to suppress a smirk. Much to Luka's chagrin, Harry had picked up on her often used nickname for the journalist. Unfortunately, he had done so shortly after learning how to speak, and thus was unable to say the full "Cheshire". He had therefore settled for "Mister Chess", after some coaxing from Jeanne, who found the entire thing hilarious.

Luka liked to refer Jeanne as the "Master Instigator."

"Fantastic cake of Clarissa's Enzo. Pity she couldn't be here."

The round man huffed. "Yeah. She wanted to, but Ed and Edna had the flu. Those two share everything."

When Harry finished his cake, Bayonetta produced a small box from one of the cabinets. "I have a very special present for you this year Harry!"

The five year old looked up from his plate. "What is it mommy?"

Bayonetta smiled and held out the box. "It's something very important, and the first step towards being an Umbra."

Harry carefully opened the box and pulled out what appeared to be a large shiny disc of white metal with a small emerald set in it. "What's this?"

"An Umbran watch darling." Bayonetta pressed a button, popping the lid open, revealing the face, and the crescent moon shaped emeralds set in a ring around it.

She produced a chain and threaded it through a slot in the back. "Your Aunt Jeanne and I crafted it. Never take it off and always take good care of it."

Harry nodded and grinned as she slipped it around his neck. "Yes Mommy." She ruffled his hair as Jeanne and Luka started bringing in the rest of the presents.

"Good boy. Now open the rest." She smirked as he started tearing into presents.

Luka waved her over as Harry was exclaiming over the new storybooks Enzo had gotten him.

"I must admit, I didn't think you'd make it here today Cheshire."

He waved it off. "Like I was going to miss the kid's party. I caught a red-eye flight." He set the remainder of his cake on the ground, watching as the Chain Chomp ate it, paper plate and all. "That thing will never fail to disturb me somehow." He shook his head. "Anyways, I may have found out who that Voldemort character is."

This caught her attention. "And?"

"Apparently he's the wand users' version of the boogeyman. You so much as say the name and they freak, spill food all over themselves, you get the idea. Turns out he terrorized most of Britain, and England in general a few years back. He was eventually stopped when a spell he cast n Harry backfired on him, killing him."

He leaned forward. "That's not the most interesting part though. Some rumors say he made a deal with a demon."

Jeanne appeared at his shoulder. "Which one?"

Luka shook his head. "Like I said, it's just a rumor. If it is true, no one knows which one it was. All I know for sure is that he was after Harry there. No one knows why though."

They watched as Harry neatly wrangled Enzo into reading from the books. They were quiet for a moment, watching the portly man begin reading The Wizard of Oz.

After a moment, Bayonetta smiled. "Wrapped around his finger already. Such a quick study."

Jeanne snorted. "As if that's difficult. Enzo loves kids."

"True enough. Still, it's a good start. He's getting there with Rodin too."

"Where is he anyway?" Jeanne asked as she passed around wine.

Luka took the glass she handed him. "Poking around Greece for his latest weapon project. He left his present to Harry with me. It's that box that looks like a chess board. He made him some angel action figures, or something like that. Said it's never too early to learn his targets."

Bayonetta grinned as she passed Enzo a can of beer. "Now that's certainly true. How did you find out about Voldemort?"

Luka pulled out a pair of glasses with three stars on the bridge. "Rodin's glasses do more than just let me see into Purgatorio apparently." He swung them idly. "Turns out there's this cute little pub in London that people without magic can't see. It's called the Leaky Cauldron."

Both Bayonetta and Jeanne snorted.

Luka ignored this. "Definitely a magic place. Nothing like the stuff you two do though."

Jeanne made a face at him. "There's a reason we call ourselves the last of the Umbra you know."

Luka grinned. "Yeah, I know, no giant, vicious, Infernals."

Bayonetta sniffed. "I'll have you know Madama Butterfly likes him."

Luka rolled his eyes. "I suspect Madama Butterfly likes him because you do, not because of his own merits."

"She gave him a lollipop."

Luka blinked. "Well, ok. That puts a different spin on things."

Jeanne snorted. "Madama Styx likes him too, though she's less attached than I am."

"I'm surprised he didn't freak out when they were summoned."

Bayonetta waved a hand. "Frankly, I'm not. He adored my panther and crow forms the first time he saw them."

Luka shook his head. "Stop sidetracking me you two!" He pulled out a sheaf of paper and waved it around. "What the Leaky Cauldron did have, was this." He handed the sheaf of paper to Bayonetta.

She flipped it over and discovered it was a newspaper. To her surprise, the front page had pictures that were actually in motion. "Verdict reached on Longbottom Torture case." She stared at the snarling faces on the front page for a moment.

Jeanne grinned. "The Daily Prophet? Sounds a little high handed."

Luka shrugged and held up an oversized golden coin. "Apparently they pay for it and everything else with these. They call it a Galleon." He turned it over. "I think it's made from real gold. There's apparently other coins too."

Bayonetta shook her head. "I think I prefer halos and cash."

"You would."

They watched the book reading for another moment. Finally, Bayonetta smirked. "Tomorrow is when things start to get tough. We'll have to start his training."

"How much training can you do before he makes a contract?"

"Some. Umbran flexibility training for one. I can also teach him the basics of the Witch Walk." She paused and added, "And how to shoot. That's a must. I know Rodin has some training guns stashed away somewhere, I'll have to ask him when he gets back.

"Don't you need a contract to Witch Walk?"

"Yes, but it doesn't mean I can't take him on one."

Luka grinned. "I bet that'll go over well. I think you two are a bad influence."

Jeanne grinned and raised her glass in a toast "Hear, hear!"

Luka rolled his eyes. "Right. Anyway, I heard about Dumbledore there too. Seems his name comes up regularly in the paper, among other things. From what I hear, he was responsible for Harry showing up on that doorstep. Any question he's asked about Harry usually ends with something to the effect of, "Mister Potter is safe and with family". Accurate, if partially uninformed." He glanced at Bayonetta. "Does he actually know Harry is here?"

She pursed her lips. "If he does, he's certainly never attempted to contact me. Apparently, it's never been the "appropriate time". Just as well for him I suppose."

"What, you want to pummel him with Madama Butterfly?"

"Well, yes. But that's really something that Harry should do with his own contract partner."

"How does the whole contract thing work anyway?"

"Not all Infernals want to make you suffer for eternity you know. Harry'll be old enough to summon for himself in a few years. You're around us enough that you qualify as a viable witness, so you can watch for yourself."

"Looking forward to it."

The three of them clinked their wine glasses together and grinned.

You're an Umbran Harry! Ch 4
More Headcanon time! I always figured that the Umbra contract was a supervised affair, given the nature of the event.

As for Madma Butterfly, she seems quite attached to Bayonetta, as she helps out wholeheartedly with the destruction of Alruane's lair, given that the two have never met, and even fist bumps Bayonetta when going up against another infernal. Bottom line, she evidently has a soft spot for Bayonetta and her kin, perhaps from long association with her.

Clarissa is my name for Enzo's wife, as she's not named in the games.

Next chapter is Harry's contract, so look forward to it!

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I work in retail. Those of you who know me and where i work, (You know who you are) will not be surprised that once again, something unusual happened there today.

It seems that both my best and worst memories tend to have their footholds there.

Today's was certainly not a good one, but I wouldn't rank it as bad either exactly. We'll go with food for thought.

A customer happened to see a gay couple at the store kiss.

I myself am not a big fan of PDA, though this was quite tame. Thus, aside from perhaps a token expression, I pretty much ignored it. (Which I would have anyway. I'm not the type to come up and air my opinion to perfect strangers about their behavior when its something as simple as a little kiss.)

The customer however, must have seen my expression, because she remarked to me, "Those Gay and Bisexual demons have no place in God's world." Apparently she was under the entirely mistaken impression she was speaking to a kindred spirit. (And also had no idea I worked there, I no longer need to dress the part when not on the clock.)

I like to consider myself fairly even tempered. Easy enough to aggravate, (Who isn't one way or another?) but slow to truly infuriate. But I have to admit, that statement struck a nerve.

I responded with, "And yet they are allowed to be born, exist, have sex, have children, and make families without being smited by a bolt out of the heavens."

The customer responded, "They are guarded by Satan's might."

"Are you really trying to tell me that you think Satan is mightier than God?"

Things degenerated after that (On her end) and I just walked away.

It did give me pause, that in this day and age, where Love and Tolerance are supposedly the words of the future, that there can exist such a level of hatred amongst us for one of our own kind. Whatever we do, we are still human beings, unless something changed recently that I'm not aware of. Whatever we have dangling betwixt our legs (or not) doesn't change that.

It is in our nature to leave the family we grew up with to start our own. What difference does it make if it's with another man or woman? If we're happy with who we are and what we have, that's all that really matters, or so I've always thought.

Honestly people, we're stuck on this planet together anyway, let's try to get along. Something tells me that's all the big man up there isreally trying to get us to do.


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I am a major nut about Photography, and take many pictures. In my spare time (Whatever that is) I also write.

I am also an administrator on the site Potions and, a Harry/Snape Gen fiction archive, which focuses on the non slash relationships between the two.

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Cold-Creature Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Guess what arrived today!! Oh wow, I cannot believe it~~~ I'm so excited about Epic- I've been really wanting to see it!! 8DDD And we missed it cinema-- wow! It's not even out here yet!!
And the other ones- wow ;3; You've spoilt me- I love Prometheus- I'm a BIG alien fan- now I have another copy to take with me on holidays! <33333

Ah, thank you so much, J!! 
magicia Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2013  Student Photographer
You're very welcome!

I admit Prometheus was the one I was the most concerned about as I wasn't too sure you'd like it. Now I know another genre I can get you for next year! :D

As for Epic, I figured you'd like it! :D
Cold-Creature Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
<333 JUST watched Epic with my sister!! It was SO much fun, really beautiful animation- and the characters~~ Ah, good movie~

Yeah, I'm a bit of a horror/sci-fi nut... >.> 
Just watched Cabin in the Woods again- that one cracks me up~ and the Conjuring~ ;D 

Pff- I wish I knew what to buy you in return!! D8 Do you have a Amazon wishlist or something-something?? XDDD 
magicia Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2013  Student Photographer
Epic is awesome! Sorry, but I don't have a wishlist or anything. It's okay though, I guess I don't really need anything, though I suppose I should really put one together sometime. Goodness knows amazon is home to some awesome stuff. :D
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Size-And-Stupidity Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Professional Artist
Happy Birthday!! :party:
Cold-Creature Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday~~ :icondragonspin1::icondragonspin2:
lovenotestudios Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Hi there! :) I did a special Journal feature of my watchers, and you have been featured <333

Thankyou for supporting me, here's the link to the feature!

lovenotestudios Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Thank you for following me again, I hope you are well :)
magicia Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2012  Student Photographer
I am thanks. It helped a great deal to move into a job that was a lot less stressful. :D
lovenotestudios Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2012  Student Digital Artist
oh thats good. :) good for you!
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