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[Fanfic] Nanoha Takamachi and the Horrors of Ineptitude

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Nanoha Takamachi and the Horrors of Ineptitude

edit: Thank you all for your input here and in chat. Rather than make a new thread to pimp my story, I'll just change the title of this one. Thank you all in advance for any feedback you may feel like giving.

This is my first posted Nanoha fanfic. It is, as most of my stories are, a crossover, so if you're not into that, feel free to ignore this.

Brief synopsis: While roaming about in London, one of the Lieze twins stumbles across some wizarding activity. Nanoha and Fate, being the only two available bureau members from earth are sent to investigate and end up being invited to attend Hogwarts.


Alright, so I'm a few chapters into a story that I'm writing and a question's come up a few times through my reviewers. There's some debate regarding the magic system in the Nanoha continuity and I was wondering if any of you kind people could help me clear it up.

There are two primary concerns. If any of you is able to help me out and/or can point me at where in the canon of the universe you found the info that'd be tremendously helpful to me.

First is whether or not a person's amount of magical power is an innate attribute. I'm pretty sure that it is, as it's commented on a number of times that Nanoha has immense magical talent but I'd appreciate opinions from other fans.

Second is the specific role that devices play in casting magic. I've been of the opinion that the devices are mostly for helping the mages calculate the complicated equations and save pre-defined equations so that the caster doesn't need to do all of the math every time they need to cast a spell. There may or may not actually be any real power amplification going on except in the case of things like focus bombardments where external power is collected and used to attack. Some people tell me that the devices are only to amplify the power of a mage and that all of the math must be done on the fly by the person casting a spell every time. What do you think?

edit: The story is here if anyone's interested.

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I've been of the opinion that the devices are mostly for helping the mages calculate the complicated equations and save pre-defined equations so that the caster doesn't need to do all of the math every time they need to cast a spell. There may or may not actually be any real power amplification going on except in the case of things like focus bombardments where external power is collected and used to attack.

For what I remember this seems to be a very accurate description.

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Let's see... from what I understand, magic is generated from a mage's linker core. There are other ways of boosting your power output, like using those cartridge things. I suppose for the most part, one's magical ability is innate.

Devices... eh, it depends on the device right? I mean, Chrono's got a storage device for storing spells to use later which is why he busts out binds like a mofo. For the most part though they seem to help focus and channel magical energy. I'm fairly certain that some devices were designed to just straight up act as a power booster though...

I suppose you could also check the wiki?

http://nanoha.wikia.com/wiki/Magical_Girl_Lyrical_Nanoha_Wiki

Cardboard box is here!

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Here's a sneak preview (aka. rough draft) of most of chapter 6. Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 6

Nanoha and Fate were left to wait at the rear of the line of first years, feeling extremely conspicuous as they towered over the much younger students. After taking a moment to ensure that everyone was lined up properly, Professor McGonagall picked up a stool with an ancient looking hat resting upon it and gestured at the tremendous pair of doors which obligingly opened for her. Fate and Nanoha both gaped as they entered the main hall. The immense gothic architecture of the castle was impressive enough, but the cavernous banquet hall was on a level all its own.

Candles floated freely above the heads of the students sitting at four long tables and under the high ceiling which had been enchanted to appear like the night sky above. Decorated buttresses jutted out from high on the walls to support the mightily vaulted ceiling and what Nanoha could only describe to herself as ghosts, vapory and translucent, flew about the hall talking with the students and faculty. The faculty of the school was seated together at one end of the hall, their long table upon a raised platform overlooking the student body.

The teachers were an eclectic looking bunch, though Nanoha didn’t have enough time for a very in depth analysis as they reached the front of the hall and were positioned facing outward toward the four long tables where the older students sat and waited. A quick review had the school’s staff including what appeared to be a midget, a ghost, a very diverse looking collection of normal adults, and one scowling woman wearing a painfully ugly pink cardigan. [Nanoha, I think I found a more terrifying shade of pink than your Starlight Breaker,] Fate remarked, obviously noticing the same thing she had. [I wonder what’s got her so peeved, all of the other faculty members seem to be in good spirits.]

The mysterious stool with the extremely battered hat perched atop it was placed carefully at the front of the raised area by Professor McGonagall who then stepped back to wait. Nanoha could already see Fate starting to blush as the two of them drew stares and muttered comments from the student body as they stood at one end of the line of new students. [It looks as though the faculty are about to initiate the ritual we’ve heard about during which the students are sorted into one of the four houses,] Nanoha began to dictate to Raising Heart. [It would seem that the hat there must play some role in...] Nanoha was cut off by shock as, much to her bemusement, the hat began to sing.

Taking a quick look around the hall, Nanoha and Fate were quickly able to ascertain that this was a normal occurrence, the older students and professors paying casual attention and the first years standing in line with them watching in rapt delight, but nobody seeming at all surprised. There was some surprise, however, at the topic of the song, warning against letting inter-house rivalries get in the way of unity in the face of outside threats. There was no small amount of murmuring throughout the hall at that, by both the students and the faculty. [It seems that the hat is either an enchanted item or a magical construct with some degree of sentience.]

The murmuring quickly ceased as Professor McGonagall stepped forward to stand beside the stool and unrolled her parchment, her gaze traversing back and forth across the noisy older students. Without preamble, she began, “Abercrombie, Euan.” One of the children they had marched in behind stepped forwards, visibly quite nervous, and taking a seat on the stool put the hat upon his head. The hat was comically oversized for the child, and it looked almost as though it were about to swallow his head. Nanoha had to stifle her laughter and wasn’t quite successful enough as her giggle earned her an elbow in the rib from Fate. [Behave yourself, Nanoha.]

The hat took a moment to consider, somehow actually managing to arrange its wrinkles and seams in such a way as to appear pensive. Then, without warning, the wide seam near its brim that had been used as a mouth to sing its song once again opened as the hat declared, “GRYFFINDOR!” One of the four tables applauded loudly as the terrified boy replaced the hat upon the stool and stepped down off the stage to join the other Gryffindor students at their table.

After the first few chidren were sorted, Fate and Nanoha began trying to predict which houses students would end up in. Fate did manage to peg two of the first years as Slytherins due to their demeanors, but the other three houses seemed to be much more difficult to predict based on initial impressions of the chidrens’ dispositions. Fate noted that a similar arrangement seemed to exist among the older students, with Slytherin house seeming to hold themselves somewhat aloof from the others and, while there seemed to be some friendly rivalries between the other houses, having a very serious enmity between themselves and Gryffindor.

“Zeller, Rose,” was finally announced and was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff. Professor McGonagall rolled up her parchment but did not yet move back to her seat. A murmur arose from the students as they noticed that the sorting hat had not been taken off of the dais. The voices quieted once again as the headmaster stood. “My friends, I am happy to announce that we have a pair of older visiting students who will be joining us for the next few days and possibly staying for the rest of the school year if they so choose.” He beckoned to the pair, and they approached the stage. “Now, if you please, let us determine where you will be staying.”

“Takamachi, Nanoha,” called Professor McGonagall. Nanoha stepped up onto the platform and sat on the stool as she had seen the younger students do. The sorting hat was placed on her head, and suddenly Nanoha felt very silly. Her embarrassment was soon eclipsed by fascination as the hat started to communicate with her telepathically.

[Hmm, an older student, eh? I haven’t done this in a while. You’ve certainly got a fine mind, and your studiousness would find you comfortable in Ravenclaw. You’re fiercely loyal to your friends, and your compassion and straight-forwardness would make you a fine Hufflepuff. You are brave beyond bounds, and your impetuousness...] the hat seemed to shudder on her head for a moment, “I have made my decision,” the hat stated before shouting out loud, “GRYFFINDOR!” A cheer arose from the students, more enthusiastically from what Nanoha gathered was the Gryffindor table, and much less so from the Slytherins. Nanoha walked over to the table and took a free seat near the end where she could watch as Fate put on the hat.

[Raising Heart,] she spoke mentally, [please take an image capture of Fate wearing the sorting hat.]

[Yes, my master,] the jewel replied. Nanoha smiled mischievously as she watched the hat being placed on Fate’s head, the attention and the silly attire leading the blond to flush bright red. Fate noticed Nanoha’s smile and was about to answer it with a glare when the hat started speaking to her.

[Hmmm, another tough one. Your ambition could place you in Slytherin, but it seems driven by the desire to protect others rather than your own self-advancement. You care just as deeply for your companions as your friend who was just here. You’re as brave as her too, though not as headstrong as she is. You would fit in well in Hufflepuff, and almost as well in Gryffindor.]

[If it is not too much trouble,] Fate thought at the hat in English, [could you please put me in Gryffindor?]

[Interesting, a telepath. I haven’t run across one of you in quite some time. Hmm, it might be wise. You will help temper your friend’s impulsive behavior, and you would certainly be welcome there. Yes, well I have made my decision.] Fate was blushing like a tomato when the hat finally announced, “GRYFFINDOR!” Another roar erupted from the crowd as Fate made her way down from the dais to the Gryffindor table. Nanoha greeted her with a hug and, clamping her hand around Fate’s wrist dragged her quickly down to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting.

“It’s great that you’re both in the same house as us,” said Harry as soon as they sat.

“Yeah, neither of you seemed like big enough gits to get into Slytherin,” contributed Ron.

“Ron, you know not everyone in Slytherin is a jerk,” countered Hermione.

“Oh really? I challenge you to name one person in Slytherin who’s not,” Ron snapped at her. Hermione seemed to ponder for a moment. “Can’t name anyone can you?”

“Well, Tonks’ mum was a Slytherin wasn’t she?” provided Harry.

“Someone recent,” responded Ron, and after a moment continued, “That’s what I thought. No one comes to mind do they?”

“Well I’m sure there must be someone decent in that house, even if I don’t know them,” said Hermione.

“Sure, and I’m sure there must be flying muggles, even if I don’t know them.”

“Ron, there are these things called airplanes...” Ron quickly began ignoring Hermione in favor of the food which had appeared on the table in front of him. “Ron, are you even listening to me?”

“Nope, not really. Sorry ‘Mione,” he said, flashing a grin before returning to stuffing his face. Hermione groaned in frustration.

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Nice, I don't have not much to say about it, only that I like it. ^^

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Today's revision: Fixed a little grammar, added more scene during dinner time.

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Chapter 6

Nanoha and Fate were left to wait at the rear of the line of first years, feeling extremely conspicuous as they towered over the much younger students. After taking a moment to ensure that everyone was lined up properly, Professor McGonagall picked up a stool with an ancient looking hat resting upon it and gestured at the tremendous pair of doors which obligingly opened for her. Fate and Nanoha both gaped as they entered the main hall. The immense gothic architecture of the castle was impressive enough, but the cavernous banquet hall was on a level all its own.

Candles floated freely above the heads of the students sitting at four long tables and under the high ceiling which had been enchanted to appear like the night sky above. Decorated buttresses jutted out from high on the walls to support the mightily vaulted ceiling and what Nanoha could only describe to herself as ghosts, vapory and translucent, flew about the hall talking with the students and faculty. The faculty of the school was seated together at one end of the hall, their long table upon a raised platform overlooking the student body.

The teachers were an eclectic looking bunch, though Nanoha didn’t have enough time for a very in depth analysis as they reached the front of the hall and were positioned facing outward toward the four long tables where the older students sat and waited. A quick review had the school’s staff including what appeared to be a midget, a ghost, a very diverse looking collection of normal adults, and one scowling woman wearing a painfully ugly pink cardigan. [Nanoha, I think I found a more terrifying shade of pink than your Starlight Breaker,] Fate remarked, obviously noticing the same thing she had. [I wonder what’s got her so peeved, all of the other faculty members seem to be in good spirits.]

The mysterious stool with the extremely battered hat perched atop it was placed carefully at the front of the raised area by Professor McGonagall who then stepped back to wait. Nanoha could already see Fate starting to blush as the two of them drew stares and muttered comments from the student body as they stood at one end of the line of new students. [It looks as though the faculty are about to initiate the ritual we’ve heard about during which the students are sorted into one of the four houses,] Nanoha began to dictate to Raising Heart. [It would seem that the hat there must play some role in...] Nanoha was cut off by shock as, much to her bemusement, the hat began to sing.

Taking a quick look around the hall, Nanoha and Fate were quickly able to ascertain that this was a normal occurrence, the older students and professors paying casual attention and the first years standing in line with them watching in rapt delight, but nobody seeming at all surprised. There was some surprise, however, at the topic of the song, warning against letting inter-house rivalries get in the way of unity in the face of outside threats. There was no small amount of murmuring throughout the hall at that, by both the students and the faculty. [It seems that the hat is either an enchanted item or a magical construct with some degree of sentience.]

The murmuring quickly ceased as Professor McGonagall stepped forward to stand beside the stool and unrolled her parchment, her gaze traversing back and forth across the noisy older students. Without preamble, she began, “Abercrombie, Euan.” One of the children they had marched in behind stepped forwards, visibly quite nervous, and taking a seat on the stool put the hat upon his head. The hat was comically oversized for the child, and it looked almost as though it were about to swallow his head. Nanoha had to stifle her laughter and wasn’t quite successful enough as her giggle earned her an elbow in the rib from Fate. [Behave yourself, Nanoha.]

The hat took a moment to consider, somehow actually managing to arrange its wrinkles and seams in such a way as to appear pensive. Then, without warning, the wide seam near its brim that had been used as a mouth to sing its song once again opened as the hat declared, “GRYFFINDOR!” One of the four tables applauded loudly as the terrified boy replaced the hat upon the stool and stepped down off the stage to join the other Gryffindor students at their table.

After the first few chidren were sorted, Fate and Nanoha began trying to predict which houses students would end up in. Fate did manage to peg two of the first years as Slytherins due to their demeanors, but the other three houses seemed to be much more difficult to predict based on initial impressions of the chidrens’ dispositions. Fate noted that a similar arrangement seemed to exist among the older students, with Slytherin house seeming to hold themselves somewhat aloof from the others and, while there seemed to be some friendly rivalries between the other houses, having a very serious enmity between themselves and Gryffindor.

“Zeller, Rose,” was finally announced and was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff. Professor McGonagall rolled up her parchment but did not yet move back to her seat. A murmur arose from the students as they noticed that the sorting hat had not been taken off of the dais.

The voices quieted once again as the headmaster stood. “My friends, I am happy to announce that we have a pair of older visiting students who will be joining us for the next few days and possibly staying for the rest of the school year if they so choose.” He beckoned to the pair, and they approached the stage. “Now, if you please, let us determine where you will be staying.”

“Takamachi, Nanoha,” called Professor McGonagall. Nanoha stepped up onto the platform and sat on the stool as she had seen the younger students do. The sorting hat was placed on her head, and suddenly Nanoha felt very silly. Her embarrassment was soon eclipsed by fascination as the hat started to communicate with her telepathically.

[Hmm, an older student, eh? I haven’t done this in a while. You’ve certainly got a fine mind, and your studiousness would find you comfortable in Ravenclaw. You’re fiercely loyal to your friends, and your compassion and straight-forwardness would make you a fine Hufflepuff. You are brave beyond bounds, and your impetuousness...] the hat seemed to shudder on her head for a moment, “I have made my decision,” the hat stated before shouting out loud, “GRYFFINDOR!” A cheer arose from the students, more enthusiastically from what Nanoha gathered was the Gryffindor table, and much less so from the Slytherins. Nanoha walked over to the table and took a free seat near the end where she could watch as Fate put on the hat.

[Raising Heart,] she spoke mentally, [please take an image capture of Fate wearing the sorting hat.]

[Yes, my master,] the jewel replied. Nanoha smiled mischievously as she watched the hat being placed on Fate’s head, the attention and the silly attire leading the blond to flush bright red. Fate noticed Nanoha’s smile and was about to answer it with a glare when the hat started speaking to her.

[Hmmm, another tough one. Your ambition could place you in Slytherin, but it seems driven by the desire to protect others rather than your own self-advancement. You care just as deeply for your companions as your friend who was just here. You’re as brave as her too, though not as headstrong as she is. You would fit in well in Hufflepuff, and almost as well in Gryffindor.]

[If it is not too much trouble,] Fate thought at the hat in English, [could you please put me in Gryffindor?]

The hat paused for a moment, [I have encountered many students who would think at me in hopes of being heard, but you are the first to telepathically speak to me. How is it that you can do this? Is your friend similarly capable? Hmm, it might be wise. You will help temper your friend’s impulsive behavior, and you would certainly be welcome there. Yes, well I have made my decision.] Fate was blushing like a tomato when the hat finally announced, “GRYFFINDOR!” Another roar erupted from the crowd as Fate made her way down from the dais to the Gryffindor table. Nanoha greeted her with a hug and, clamping her hand around Fate’s wrist dragged her quickly down to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting.

[Thank You,] Fate directed at the hat, as she looked back over her shoulder. The hat actually managed to look flabberghasted that she was able to communicate remotely even as it was being picked up and marched off stage by Professor McGonagall.

“It’s great that you’re both in the same house as us,” said Harry as soon as they sat.

“Yeah, neither of you seemed like big enough gits to get into Slytherin,” contributed Ron, a scornful smirk on his lips.

“Ron, you know not everyone in Slytherin is a jerk,” countered Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth to retort but was cut off as the room returned to silence as the headmaster stood up at the faculty table. “(To our newcomers, welcome! To our old hands – welcome back! There is a time for speech-making, but this is not it. Tuck in!)”
Nanoha laughed and Fate grinned as the headmaster actually threw his long beard back over his shoulder in preparation for the meal which had suddenly appeared on the tables before them illiciting surprised yelps from some of the first years and satisfied sighs from some of the nearby older students. [It looks the the food was prepared elsewhere and just transported here. The magical signature is wrong for having been conjured.] Fate commented to Nanoha as she surveyed the dishes in front of her.

[You're better than reading magical signatures than I am. If they do have a normal kitchen somewhere, I wonder if I could convince the cooks to let me use it for a little while,] Nanoha replied, her tone slightly distressed. [I'm beginning to think that the most difficult part of this mission will be digesting the food.] She began to scoop conservative portions of vegetables onto her plate but was interrupted as Ron reached across her without warning to get at a platter stacked high with pork chops.

"Really Ron, I should call your mother and have her beat some table manners into your head," quipped an exasperated Hermione as she picked up the platter and passed it down the table toward the redhead. "Is the food not to your liking?" she asked, turning her attention to the visitors, both of whom had plates filled primarily with vegetables and a few cuts of lean meat without sauce.

"Um, how do I say. It is just that we are used to a lighter diet so this will take some time to get used to," replied Nanoha. "Are all of the meals here this heavy?"

"Well, the start of the year feast is a bit heavier than what's normally served for meals, but the English diet does tend to be heavier than the Japanese dishes that I'm familiar with," said Hermione as she neatly cut a portion of steak into bite sized pieces. "We should go ask the kitchen staff if they can prepare any asian cuisine. I'm sure it'd be an interesting experience for some of the other students here who've never had it. If not, there aren't any rules against students cooking their own meals so far as I'm aware."

"Hmm, I will have to see if I can get permission to use the kitchen some time then," stated Nanoha thoughtfully as she poked experimentally at some cheese and butter soaked sprouts on her plate.

"It shouldn't be a problem. There are other students who occasionally cook for themselves due to dietary restrictions," came a voice from just above and behind them. Nanoha turned around to find herself looking up at one of the vapory entities who had been floating about the hall. "Sir Nicholas Popping-(whatever)," he introduced himself while bowing deeply.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Nicholas," said Nanoha, who smoothly got up from the table to bow in return. "I am Nanoha Takamachi, and this is my friend Fate Testarosa Harlaown," she said as she gestured at Fate who had also stood to greet the ghost.
"My, such manners from modern young ladies. It would warm my heart if I were still alive."

"Nearly Headless Nick is the Gryffindor house ghost," Hermione informed them. "I'm sorry we were interrupted before, Nick. Would you mind telling me more about the sorting hat's prior warnings when we head up to the common room?"

"Of course, it would be my pleasure."

Fate looked to Hermione, "I am sorry if we have disrupted your conversation," her voice could barely be heard over the din in the hall.

Both Nick and Hermione waved her off, "It's nothing to worry about. There's plenty of time to talk about school history later on. For now it's more important to help the new students feel welcome."

"I see. Thank you." She paused for a momen before addressing the ghost, "if you dont' mind my asking, why "Nearly Headless?" she said, looking at him inquiringly. If she or Nanoha felt any shock when Nick pulled his head most of the way off, they concealed it well, surprising the ghost a bit. "So you are really a dead individual then? How is it that you still exist here?" she seemed very fascinated.

"Well, sometimes when Witches or Wizards die, usually in a particularly untimely fashion, they may become ghosts. Most often we are anchored to this world by unfinished business or regrets. As far as I know, muggles never become ghosts, so there must be a certain amount of magical power required. Specifically what devices cause us to remain however, I do not know," he concluded, appearing to be somewhat saddened. He brightened a moment later however, "If you'll excuse me, I need to greet some of the other new students. It was a pleasure meeting you both. I will see you around." Nanoha and Fate both politely inclined their heads to him and returned his farewell before he floated off down the table toward some of the first years.

Fate and Nanoha turned their attention back to the table and continued to taste the unfamiliar foods before them while taking turns engaging in conversation.

"Ron, don't they feed you at home?" asked Hermione, clearly irate at Ron's continuing to gorge himself while the rest of them were engaged in discussion around him.

"ommfsp prskhgl rmmursgl phrs."

Noting that Hermione had her attention occupied with berating Ron, Nanoha turned her attention to Harry, who had been remarkably quiet throughout the course of the meal. He had seemed ill at ease for much of the meal, but was actually wearing a slight smile as he savored the slice of pie on his plate. Nanoha served herself a significantly smaller portion and took a taste. "Hmm. Hey, Harry, what is this called?" Nanoha inquired, gesturing at the thin slice of dessert on her plate.

"Ah, that's called treacle tart," replied Harry, looking up from his own piece of the dessert to speak up for the first time during the meal.

Nanoha smiled, "It's very good. I should tell my mother to look up a recipe, don't you think so Fate?"

"Hmm?" Fate was too busy chewing to answer, but she nodded emphatically. Once she'd swallowed she replied, "Absolutely. Nanoha's mother and father own a cafe`," she explained to Harry. "Her mother is a superb baker."

***

Dumbledore had to suppress the urge to wince as Dolores Umbridge made her little speech, a brief glance to his side confirmed that Professor McGonagall was similarly discomfited by the remarks. The two of them alone were aware of the fact that their entire society was almost certainly being judged through the lens of the pair of older students that had just been admitted. He hoped that their judgement wouldn’t be too harshly colored by the words of this one woman.
***

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I love the little change in the telepathy exchange between Fate and the hat! ^^

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Incomplete re-working of Fate's conversation with the hat.

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[Hmmm, another tough one. My, my, a pureblood from a family I don’t know of? Can it be because you’re foreign? A member of an established family in another part of the world? No, how is this…you seem almost too purebred almost…almost…]

[Engineered?] Fate supplied helpfully.

The hat fell silent for a few moments, clearly due to shock rather than consideration Fate judged by its silence. [I have encountered many students who would think at me in hopes of being heard, but you are the first to speak to me directly. How is it that you can do this? Is your friend similarly capable?]

[Yes, both of us can communicate using telepathy.]

Your breeding and your ambition could place you in Slytherin, but it seems driven by the desire to protect others rather than your own self-advancement and I don’t think that your temperament would find you happy there. You care just as deeply for your companions as your friend who was just here, if not even more so. You’re as brave as her too, though not as headstrong as she is. You would fit in well in Hufflepuff, and almost as well in Gryffindor.]

[If it is not too much trouble,] Fate thought at the hat in English, [could you please put me in Gryffindor?]

The hat paused for a moment, [Hmm, it might be wise. You will help temper your friend’s impulsive behavior, and you would certainly be welcome there. Yes, well I have made my decision.] Fate was blushing like a tomato when the hat finally announced, “GRYFFINDOR!” Another roar erupted from the crowd as Fate made her way down from the dais to the Gryffindor table. Nanoha greeted her with a hug and, clamping her hand around Fate’s wrist dragged her quickly down to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting.

[Thank You,] Fate directed at the hat, as she looked back over her shoulder. The hat actually managed to look flabberghasted that she was able to communicate remotely even as it was being picked up and marched off stage by Professor McGonagall.

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Oh, an hint about Fate's purebloodness! Actually, thinking of it, she's probably more pureblood than anyone on Earth... I mean, MidChildian have thousands of years of more purebloodness than any HP family can boast!
Besides Fate is a magical clone, so she's even more magical! We can say that she was conceived (created) by magic, and you can't get more pureblood than that. ^^

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Such a fun story, I'm really enjoying it, and can't wait for more.

If you'll forgive one suggestion, you sometimes neglect to hit enter before and after conversation both aloud and telepathic that can interrupt the flow and make it a little confusing who is talking. For example (as spoiler text):

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Take this paragraph:


The hat paused for a moment, [Hmm, it might be wise. You will help temper your friend’s impulsive behavior, and you would certainly be welcome there. Yes, well I have made my decision.] Fate was blushing like a tomato when the hat finally announced, “GRYFFINDOR!” Another roar erupted from the crowd as Fate made her way down from the dais to the Gryffindor table. Nanoha greeted her with a hug and, clamping her hand around Fate’s wrist dragged her quickly down to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting.

Which would then become:

The hat paused for a moment.

[Hmm, it might be wise. You will help temper your friend’s impulsive behavior, and you would certainly be welcome there. Yes, well I have made my decision.]

Fate was blushing like a tomato when the hat finally announced, “GRYFFINDOR!”

Another roar erupted from the crowd as Fate made her way down from the dais to the Gryffindor table. Nanoha greeted her with a hug and, clamping her hand around Fate’s wrist dragged her quickly down to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting.

No change to the text but just a minor formatting adjustment. Just something that might be helpful, apologies if I'm overstepping.

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HAHA! Done! Just have to reply to the reviews and it'll be up on ff.net. But here's the early version since you people are awesome.

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Chapter 6

Nanoha and Fate were left to wait at the rear of the line of first years, feeling extremely conspicuous as they towered over the much younger students. Professor McGonagall gave a brief explanation of the purpose of the sorting and advised everyone to tidy themselves as they would soon be standing in front of the entire staff and student body to be sorted. She excused herself a moment later, promising to return when it was time to enter the dining hall. Upon her departure the younger students immediately began to chatter away, wondering how the sorting was accomplished and exchanging rumors from their older siblings about it. Many of them stared outright at the pair of older girls, but none mustered the courage to speak their minds.

It wasn’t long before Professor McGonagall returned, “Now, please form a line and follow me,” she said without any preamble. After taking a moment to ensure that everyone was lined up properly, Professor McGonagall picked up a stool with an ancient looking hat resting upon it and gestured at the tremendous pair of doors which obligingly opened for her. Fate and Nanoha both gaped as they entered the main hall. The immense gothic architecture of the castle was impressive enough, and the cavernous entrance hall had left Nanoha and especially Fate amazed but the banquet hall, while smaller, was on a level all its own.

Hundreds of candles floated freely above the heads of the students sitting at four long tables and under the high ceiling which had been enchanted to appear like the night sky above. Decorated buttresses jutted out from high on the walls to support the mightily vaulted ceiling and what Nanoha could only describe to herself as ghosts, vapory and translucent, flew about the hall talking with the students and faculty. The faculty of the school was seated together at one end of the hall, their long table upon a raised platform overlooking the student body.

The teachers were an eclectic looking bunch, though Nanoha didn’t have enough time for a very in depth analysis as they reached the front of the hall and were positioned facing outward toward the four long tables where the older students sat and waited. A quick review had the school’s staff including what appeared to be a midget, a ghost, a very diverse looking collection of normal adults, and one scowling woman wearing a painfully ugly pink cardigan. [Nanoha, I think I found a more terrifying shade of pink than your Starlight Breaker,] Fate remarked, obviously noticing the same thing she had. [I wonder what’s got her so peeved, all of the other faculty members seem to be in good spirits.]

The mysterious stool with the extremely battered hat perched atop it was placed carefully at the front of the raised area by Professor McGonagall who then stepped back to wait. Nanoha could already see Fate starting to blush as the two of them drew stares and muttered comments from the student body as they stood at one end of the line of new students. [It looks as though the faculty are about to initiate the ritual we’ve heard about during which the students are sorted into one of the four houses,] Nanoha began to dictate to Raising Heart. [It would seem that the hat there must play some role in...] Nanoha was cut off by shock as, much to her bemusement, the hat began to sing.

Taking a quick look around the hall, Nanoha and Fate were quickly able to ascertain that this was a normal occurrence, the older students and professors paying casual attention and the first years standing in line with them watching in rapt delight, but nobody seeming at all surprised. There was some surprise, however, at the topic of the song, warning against letting inter-house rivalries get in the way of unity in the face of outside threats. There was no small amount of murmuring throughout the hall at that, by both the students and the faculty. [It seems that the hat is either an enchanted item or a magical construct with some degree of sentience.]

The murmuring quickly ceased as Professor McGonagall stepped forward to stand beside the stool and unrolled her parchment, her gaze traversing back and forth across the noisy older students. “When I call your name,” she began, addressing the first years, “you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.” There was barely a moment’s pause before she began calling names starting with, “Abercrombie, Euan.” One of the children they had marched in behind stepped forwards, visibly quite nervous, and taking a seat on the stool put the hat upon his head. The hat was comically oversized for the child, and it looked almost as though it were about to swallow his head. Nanoha had to stifle her laughter and wasn’t quite successful enough as her giggle earned her an elbow in the rib from Fate. [Behave yourself, Nanoha.]

The hat took a moment to consider, somehow actually managing to arrange its wrinkles and seams in such a way as to appear pensive. Then, without warning, the wide seam near its brim that had been used as a mouth to sing its song once again opened as the hat declared, “GRYFFINDOR!” One of the four tables applauded loudly as the terrified boy replaced the hat upon the stool and stepped down off the stage to join the other Gryffindor students at their table.

After the first few chidren were sorted, Fate and Nanoha began trying to predict which houses students would end up in. Fate did manage to peg two of the first years as Slytherins due to their demeanors, but the other three houses seemed to be much more difficult to predict based on initial impressions of the chidrens’ dispositions. Fate noted that a similar arrangement seemed to exist among the older students, with Slytherin house seeming to hold themselves somewhat aloof from the others and, while there seemed to be some friendly rivalries between the other houses, having a very serious enmity between themselves and Gryffindor.

“Zeller, Rose,” was finally announced and was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff. Professor McGonagall rolled up her parchment but did not yet move back to her seat. A murmur arose from the students as they noticed that the sorting hat had not been taken off of the dais.

The voices quieted once again as the headmaster stood. “My friends, I am happy to announce that we have a pair of older visiting students who will be joining us for the next few days and possibly staying for the rest of the school year if they so choose.” He beckoned to the pair, and they approached the stage. “Now, if you please, let us determine where you will be staying.”

“Takamachi, Nanoha,” called Professor McGonagall. Nanoha stepped up onto the platform and sat on the stool as she had seen the younger students do. She placed the sorting hat was placed on her head, and suddenly felt very silly. Her embarrassment was soon eclipsed by fascination as the hat started to communicate with her telepathically.

[Hmm, an older student, eh? Interesting, you know, I’ve often thought that we should wait until the students are older to sort them, let them spend time as a single student body before dividing them into houses. Of course, it becomes much more difficult with older students, so much more well-rounded. You’ve certainly got a fine mind, and your studiousness would find you comfortable in Ravenclaw. You’re fiercely loyal to your friends, and your compassion and straight-forwardness would make you a fine Hufflepuff. You are brave beyond bounds, and your impetuousness...] the hat seemed to shudder on her head for a moment, [Yes, without a doubt, you belong in,] the hat stated before shouting out loud, “GRYFFINDOR!” A cheer arose from the students, more enthusiastically from the Gryffindor table, and much less so from the Slytherins. Nanoha walked over to the table and took a free seat near the end where she could watch as Fate put on the hat.

[Raising Heart,] she spoke mentally, [please take an image capture of Fate wearing the sorting hat.]

[Yes, my master,] the jewel replied, its tone as neutral as ever. Nanoha smiled mischievously as she watched the Fate take a seat and place the hat on her head. The attention and the silly attire predictably led the blond to flush bright red. Fate noticed Nanoha’s smile and was about to answer it with a glare when the hat started speaking to her.

[Hmmm, another tough one. My, my, a pureblood from a family I don’t know of? Can it be because you’re foreign? A member of an established family in another part of the world? No, how is this…you seem almost too purebred almost…almost…]

[Engineered?] Fate supplied helpfully.

The hat fell silent for a few moments, clearly due to shock rather than consideration Fate judged by its silence. [I have encountered many students who would think at me in hopes of being heard, but you are the first to speak to me directly. How is it that you can do this? Is your friend similarly capable?]

[Yes, both of us can communicate using telepathy,] Fate replied. [Is nobody else here capable of communicating this way?]

[I have not encountered any students who have been able to. I should imagine that there is a method allowing for it since I am able to do it. Ah, but back to the matter at hand shall we? I daresay we have taken long enough already.] Once again, the hat lapsed briefly into contemplative silence.

[Your breeding and your ambition could place you in Slytherin, but it seems driven by the desire to protect others rather than your own self-advancement and I don’t think that your temperament would find you happy there. You care just as deeply for your companions as your friend who was just here, if not even more so. You’re as brave as her too, though not as headstrong as she is. You would fit in well in Hufflepuff, and almost as well in Gryffindor.]

[If it is not too much trouble,] Fate thought at the hat in English, [could you please put me in Gryffindor?]

The hat paused for a moment, [Hmm, it might be wise. You will help temper your friend’s impulsive behavior, and you would certainly be welcome there. Yes, well I have made my decision.] Fate was blushing like a tomato when the hat finally announced, “GRYFFINDOR!” Another roar erupted from the crowd as Fate made her way down from the dais to the Gryffindor table. Nanoha greeted her with a hug and, clamping her hand around Fate’s wrist dragged her quickly down to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting.

[Thank You,] Fate directed at the hat, as she looked back over her shoulder. The hat actually managed to look flabbergasted that she was able to communicate remotely even as it was being picked up and marched off stage by Professor McGonagall.

“It’s great that you’re both in the same house as us,” said Harry as soon as they sat.

“Yeah, neither of you seemed like big enough gits to get into Slytherin,” contributed Ron, a scornful smirk on his lips.

“Ron, you know not everyone in Slytherin is a jerk,” countered Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth to retort but was cut off as the room returned to silence as the headmaster stood up at the faculty table. “To our newcomers, welcome!” he announced, “To our old hands – welcome back! There is a time for speech-making, but this is not it. Tuck in!”
Nanoha laughed and Fate grinned as the headmaster actually threw his long beard back over his shoulder in preparation for the meal which had suddenly appeared on the tables before them illiciting surprised yelps from some of the first years and satisfied sighs from some of the nearby older students. [It looks the the food was prepared elsewhere and just transported here. The magical signature is wrong for having been conjured.] Fate commented to Nanoha as she surveyed the dishes in front of her.

[You're better than reading magical signatures than I am. If they do have a normal kitchen somewhere, I wonder if I could convince the cooks to let me use it for a little while,] Nanoha said, her tone slightly distressed. [I'm beginning to think that the most difficult part of this mission will be digesting the food.] She began to scoop conservative portions of vegetables onto her plate but was interrupted as Ron reached across her without warning to get at a platter stacked high with pork chops.

"Really Ron, I should call your mother and have her beat some table manners into your head," quipped an exasperated Hermione as she picked up the platter and passed it down the table toward the redhead. "Is the food not to your liking?" she asked, turning her attention to the visitors, both of whom had plates filled primarily with vegetables and a few cuts of lean meat without sauce.

"Um, how do I say this? It is just that we are used to a lighter diet so this will take some time to get used to," replied Nanoha. "Are all of the meals here this heavy?"

"Well, the start of the year feast is a bit heavier than what's normally served for meals, but the English diet does tend to be heavier than the Japanese dishes that I'm familiar with," said Hermione pensively as she neatly cut a portion of steak into bite sized pieces. "We should go ask the kitchen staff if they can prepare any asian cuisine. I'm sure it'd be an interesting experience for some of the other students here who've never had it. If not, there aren't any rules against students cooking their own meals so far as I'm aware."

"Hmm, I will have to see if I can get permission to use the kitchen some time then," stated Nanoha thoughtfully as she poked experimentally at some cheese and butter soaked sprouts on her plate.

"It shouldn't be a problem. There are other students who occasionally cook for themselves due to dietary restrictions," came a voice from just above and behind them. Nanoha turned around to find herself looking up at one of the vapory entities who had been floating about the hall. "Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington," he introduced himself while bowing deeply.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Nicholas," said Nanoha, who smoothly got up from the table to bow in return. "I am Nanoha Takamachi, and this is my friend Fate Testarosa Harlaown," she said as she gestured at Fate who had also stood to greet the ghost.
"My, such manners from modern young ladies. It would warm my heart if I were still alive."

"Nearly Headless Nick is the Gryffindor house ghost," Hermione informed them. "I'm sorry we were interrupted before, Nick. Would you mind telling me more about the sorting hat's prior warnings when we head up to the common room?"

"Of course, it would be my pleasure."

Fate looked to Hermione, "I am sorry if we have disrupted your conversation," her voice could barely be heard over the din in the hall.

Both Nick and Hermione waved her off, "It's nothing to worry about. There's plenty of time to talk about school history later on. For now it's more important to help the new students feel welcome."

"I see. Thank you." She paused for a moment before addressing the ghost, "if you don’t mind my asking, why "Nearly Headless?" she said, looking at him inquiringly. If she or Nanoha felt any shock when Nick pulled his head most of the way off, they concealed it well, surprising the ghost a bit. "So you are really a dead individual then? How is it that you still exist here?" she seemed very fascinated.

"Well, sometimes when Witches or Wizards die, usually in a particularly untimely fashion, they may become ghosts. Most often we are anchored to this world by unfinished business or regrets. As far as I know, muggles never become ghosts, so there must be a certain amount of magical power required. Specifically what devices cause us to remain however, I do not know," he concluded, appearing to be somewhat saddened. He brightened a moment later however, "If you'll excuse me, I need to greet some of the other new students. It was a pleasure meeting you both. I will see you around." Nanoha and Fate both politely inclined their heads to him and returned his farewell before he floated off down the table toward some of the first years.

Fate and Nanoha turned their attention back to the table and continued to taste the unfamiliar foods before them while taking turns engaging in conversation.

"Ron, don't they feed you at home?" asked Hermione, clearly irate at Ron's continuing to gorge himself while the rest of them were engaged in discussion around him.

"ommfsp prskhgl rmmursgl phrs," Ron replied, struggling to swallow his mouthful of food.

Noting that Hermione had her attention occupied with berating Ron, Nanoha turned her attention to Harry, who had been remarkably quiet throughout the course of the meal. He had seemed ill at ease for much of the meal, but was actually wearing a slight smile as he savored the slice of pie on his plate. Nanoha served herself a significantly smaller portion and took a taste. "Hmm. Hey, Harry, what is this called?" Nanoha inquired, gesturing at the thin slice of dessert on her plate.

"Ah, that's called treacle tart," replied Harry, looking up from his own piece of the dessert to speak up for the first time during the meal.

Nanoha smiled, "It is very good. I should tell my mother to look up a recipe, don't you think so Fate?"

"Hmm?" Fate was too busy chewing to answer, but she nodded emphatically. Once she'd swallowed she replied, "Absolutely. Nanoha's mother and father own a cafe`," she explained to Harry. "Her mother is a superb baker."

Harry seemed to momentarily snap out of his malaise, “Really? Do you think I could…” he paused for a moment, slipping back into his subdued state, “right. Japan. I rather doubt if I’ll ever be able to visit.”

“Harry, what’s wrong?” Fate asked, concern plain on her face. Harry had seemed distracted and depressed since they’d been sorted and joined the group at the Gryffindor table.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m just a bit tired is all,” replied Harry, making it rather clear that he didn’t feel like engaging in further discussion of the subject.

The hall began to steadily grow louder as the students, having finished gorging themselves on the finest cuisine that the kitchens could furnish, began focusing more on chatting than eating. Nanoha and Fate were satisfied, if not as stuffed as it seemed most of their new friends were. The conversation at their table had died down a bit earlier, Ron having slipped into a state of food induced bliss, Harry slipping back into his rather guarded and taciturn mood, and Hermione finally running out of questions to ask them though she continued taking periodic glances over as though there were something else she wanted to ask, but wasn't sure how.

Reading that the students had finished eating, Professor Dumbledore once again rose to his feet, the hall instantly lapsing into silence as the students turned to pay attention. The professor quickly ran through a brief list of school rules and faculty updates for the new and veteran students. Nanoha and Fate paid close attention to the rules, wanting to make sure that they would be able to avoid any unnecessary trouble. The list was simple and straight forward, basically boiling down to staying out of the forest and not using magic in the hallways, plus a note to check additional rules on the caretaker’s office door.

There were two faculty updates; Professor Grubbly-Plank for “Care of Magical Creatures” and Professor Umbridge for “Defense Against the Dark Arts” were both greeted with polite, if not quite enthusiastic applause. Nanoha and Fate both noticed their new friends exchange a meaningful look regarding one or both of the new professors and resolved to try to find out why sometime later. The headmaster continued on to tryouts for something called Quidditch before being interrupted by the woman in the ugly cardigan.

Nanoha and Fate paid careful attention as they noticed the students’ smirks and the disapproving expressions of the staff she’d elicited for interrupting Dumbledore’s speech. The woman, only marginally taller standing than seated cleared her voice and began to speak in a breathy, high-pitched voice which set Fate’s teeth on edge. She briefly thanked Professor Dumbledore for introducing her and expressed her joy at being back to the school, then spun off into a short speech.

Nanoha had heard many speeches just like it, mostly from politicians. It was full of platitudes, carefully crafted to sound benign, while clearly just painting a thin veneer to cover her purpose in the school. She frowned as she continued listening even as the rest of the students began whispering between themselves while the woman droned on. She spoke for no small period of time on the necessity of balancing change and conservation of customs, re-stating her rather ambiguous position no less than five times throughout the speech. She paused briefly, but just long enough for Nanoha to begin wondering if she were finished speaking before resuming.

“We are proud of our traditions and culture here and while we will work to conserve what should be conserved and to excise what practices we have found to be outdated or detrimental there is another very important factor that we must keep in mind as we work towards the future. While it is important to welcome diversity and new perspectives, it is equally important not to simply over-turn centuries of established practices for the sake of appeasing outside influences. For while understanding and accepting other cultures will undoubtedly strengthen a society, allowing them to dilute your own will lead to failure.”

Dumbledore easily managed to keep a neutral expression throughout most of the speech but had to suppress the urge to wince as Dolores Umbridge stated her piece about foreign culture. A quick glance to his side confirmed that Professor McGonagall was similarly discomfited by the remarks. The two of them alone were aware of the fact that their entire society was almost certainly being judged through the lens of the pair of older students that had just been admitted. Proudly announcing your xenophobia in front of a pair of transfer students who were no doubt old enough to understand what was being implied was imbecilic. He hoped that their judgment wouldn’t be too harshly colored by the ill-conceived words of this one woman.

There was minimal, somewhat strained applause as Professor Umbridge concluded her speech and both Nanoha and Fate were frowning deeply. The woman had about as much subtlety as a sledge hammer, and she’d publicly announced her intent to single them out. Around them, some of the more savvy students were murmuring about the implications of the woman’s words even as Fate and Nanoha politely eavesdropped to gather the students’ reactions. Somewhat to their relief, few if any of the students that they could overhear had anything positive to say about the speech or Professor Umbridge’s political views.

Hermione directed an apologetic look towards Nanoha and Fate after taking a moment to explain something to Ron, “I know that looked really bad, but please understand that not everyone is like her. I…” Hermione was cut off as the students began standing, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to guide the first years up to the dorms. I guess that includes you two as well,” she said.

[I wonder how much Hermione knows,] Fate thought to Nanoha, [she’s been pretty obvious about trying to keep us looking at their society in a positive light.]

[I think she’s just been instructed to try to keep us looking at the positive aspects of their culture. I doubt Dumbledore would confide his suspicions in any of the regular students,] replied Nanoha as she and Fate took up the rear of the line as Hermione organized the first years and began leading them out of the dining hall.

[I guess you’re right. She’s probably just performing the mission without understanding fully why, but I do think she suspects something. Even if she wasn’t told, she seems to be pretty bright and she caught a bit of a glimpse of the letter that the Headmaster sent us on the train.]

[Hmm. We’ll have to try to figure out how much she knows and what she suspects when we get up to the dormitories then. Come on, we don’t want to get left behind, now do we?]

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An extract of sorts from the chat...

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22:38:34 ‹silentscream84› next chapter: Nanoha and fate discover why everyone uses trunks: there's no cabinets in the dorms :P Then Fate lighting speeds to an Ikea

22:39:42 ‹Crazyla› you just want to write them assembling something from ikea, don't you? XD I can see it... RH and Bardiche arguing about the instructions :P because they're the intelligent ones, lol :P

22:41:23 ‹silentscream84› that may be omake material right there

22:44:53 ‹Crazyla› yeah... I can see you and RH arguing about the screws.... and one of you saying something about the other needing a screw... <_<
22:45:03 ‹silentscream84› lol
22:45:37 ‹Bardiche› I can be used for screwing :3
22:45:46 ‹silentscream84› lol
22:46:09 ‹Crazyla› one of you might have a screw loose...
22:46:12 ‹Bardiche› One of my forms allows me to be used as a drill for
22:46:24 ‹Bardiche› What are they called..
22:46:49 ‹Crazyla› "screw" is the keyword for many puns... ^.^
22:47:28 ‹Bardiche› It is?
22:47:35 * Bardiche glows innocently
22:47:37 ‹Bardiche› :3 ?
22:47:42 ‹silentscream84› lol
22:47:56 ‹Crazyla› actually I challange you silscre, to write that omake using the word "screw" at least 20 times, in as many idioms and ways as you can! XD


In essence, there is a challange here. Stop screwing off, and don't screw the it up! ;)

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(very) incomplete (very) rough draft of chapter 7

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Nanoha and Fate walked behind Hermione and ahead of the rest of the new students as the bushy haired girl led the group of new students up toward the Gryffindor common room. Ron trailed along as well, though he seemed content to allow Hermione to take on the duty of guiding the first years herself. Nanoha found herself marveling at the sights as they passed along with all of the new students. Talking paintings, moving stairways, and the ghosts weaving about in the air led Nanoha to feel as though she were in a more “magical” magical world than the one she was used to. Her wonderment however didn’t completely eclipse her mindset as a trained soldier. She found herself analysing the timing of the movements of the staircases, the dispositions of the paintings, and the various side passages that they came across, some barely noticeable. She also noticed, and commented on, the conspicuous absence of Harry Potter.

“Oh, I’m sure that he’ll join up with us at the common room. We’re taking the scenic route at the moment so he may already be there,” Hermione informed them. “I think he wanted to dodge some of the negative attention those smear articles have people aiming at him.”

It was getting quite late by the time the group of friends climbed the tower towards the Gryffindor common room. Nanoha and Fate were keeping mostly to themselves as they ascended staircase after staircase, trying to take in as much of their environment as possible as well as memorizing the labyrinthine route to the portrait which led to their quarters. Nanoha and Fate were only mildly surprised now when the Fat Lady asked for the entrance password.

The common room was warmly lit and furnished, the lively fire on the hearth casting a comforting light over the room. The boys bid a polite farewell as they ascended one set of stairs towards the back of the room. Hermione led Fate and Nanoha up another stairway and through a door a bit of the way down a hallway which emerged into an almost barracks like set of sleeping quarters where two other occupants had already changed into their sleepwear and were sitting on opposite ends of one of their beds, chatting and apparently playing a card game. They looked up from their discussion as the door opened and stood to greet the new pair of students. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

***

Hermione was mildly surprised that the new students seemed to have no qualms about getting changed in front of a group of (albeit female) strangers. A glint of light at the edges of her vision caused her to look up and she gasped in surprise at what she saw. Running down Nanoha’s back was a mighty scar, just to the right of her spine and running down ten inches or so from where it started between her shoulder blades. Nanoha turned around to see where the noise had come from and Hermione’s jaw dropped as she saw the matching scar on the front of Nanoha’s torso.

Nanoha turned to find Hermione staring at her, mouth slightly agape. It took her a moment to realize that the girl was staring at her scars rather than at her chest. “Ahaha, pretty impressive, right? I was in a car accident when I was younger, I almost did not make it. I am fine now though, no lasting damage. It is amazing what kids can live through and recover from, right Fate-chan?.” she asked her friend who had walked over during the conversation.

“Eheh, yes, I suppose so,” replied the tall blond.

*****
Hermione groaned to herself. Didn’t these girls ever go to sleep? It wasn’t that their subdued whispering was keeping her awake, but rather that she couldn’t sneak out to meet up with Harry and Ron while they were up. Resigning herself to waiting for tomorrow when hopefully the night of short sleep would lead the two new girls to fall asleep sooner she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. After a few minutes Hermione was brought out of her doze by the soft sound of footfalls near her bed. “Is she finally asleep?”

“I think so.”

“Should we wait a bit longer, or do you want to get started now?”

“I think it should be safe to get started. Do you want to go first tonight, or should I?”

“You can go first, it’s your turn anyway.”

“Oh, alright. I wanted to check out the forbidden forest anyway.”

“Good luck down there.”

Hermione tried as well as she could to block out the conversation she was hearing and to ignore the visions that her imagination was conjuring. The sounds she was hearing didn’t seem to match what she was expecting, only further inflaming her curiosity. There was a brief flash of yellow light, bright enough that she was able to tell through her eyelids. Finally, her willpower gave in and she dared to try slightly opening one of her eyes for a moment. The sight which greeted her was the furthest thing from what she’d expected. Fate was dressed in what looked like a suit, with a blazer on top and a skirt on bottom, a flowing cape billowing from her shoulders in the breeze coming in through the open window. Then, without any sign of hesitation, the blonde girl leapt out of the window.

Hermione bolted out of bed with a startled cry as she rushed to the window without thinking. Sticking her head out she was shocked to find no visible trace anywhere near the window of the girl who had just jumped through. She shook her head, wondering for a moment if she’d dozed off and dreamt the whole thing. Quickly turning to look to her left she saw that both of the new girls’ beds were empty. She knew she’d seen Fate leap from the window, but she could have sworn that Nanoha was still in the room. That’s as far as her thoughts got before a white gloved hand was clamped over her mouth and Hermione found herself very quickly whisked through the open window into the cool night air.

Instinctively, Hermione struggled to get loose, her shouts of protest being muffled by the hand held firmly over her mouth. “Mou, please stop struggling. We are not going to hurt you. If you fall, I am ninety-nine percent certain that I could catch you without injury, but we should not risk it if we do not have to.”

Gradually, Hermione stopped struggling, more out of resignation than regard for the request; the slender arms which held her seemed to be as immovable as though they were made of steel. “That’s better. Do you promise not to scream again if I remove my hand?” Hermione nodded and moments later felt the hand over her mouth slowly being removed. As she calmed down a little, she noticed that the strength of the wind buffeting her face didn’t seem to match the speed at which they seemed to be flying.

“How can you be flying without a broom?” Hermione asked, her curiosity overtaking her fear.

“I’ll explain everything. Do you know of a place where we can have a private conversation?”

Hermione thought for a moment. At this time of night there shouldn’t be any students wandering the grounds, though there would be periodic patrols by the staff, most notably Filch and possibly Hagrid if they were out on the grounds. She was more concerned with Filch than Hagrid, as he had a bad habit of showing up at just the wrong moments. “Set us down over there but stay out of range of the tree,” said Hermione, gesturing at the whomping willow.

Nanoha obeyed without question, quickly gathering why Hermione had specified their distance from the tree when the piece of overly-aggressive shrubbery attempted to reach out and attack her when she flew by. She circled twice, well out of reach of the reaching branches, before setting down on the path a safe distance from the tree.

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Very nice to see Chapter 6 posted. Now to see what's the plan for Chapter 7. Great fun so far!

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i absolutely enjoy this!!!!! Please do continue. thanks for making a positive in my day . ;D

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Ahhh, finally found ya.
This is great! I hope chapter 7 will be completed soon.

I'm still keeping searching...

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gettin' there....

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Nanoha and Fate walked behind Hermione and ahead of the rest of the new students as the bushy haired girl led the group of new students up toward the Gryffindor common room. Ron trailed along as well, though he seemed content to allow Hermione to take on the duty of guiding the first years herself. Nanoha found herself marveling at the sights as they passed along with all of the new students. Talking paintings, moving stairways, and the ghosts weaving about in the air led Nanoha to feel as though she were in a more “magical” magical world than the one she was used to. Her wonderment however didn’t completely eclipse her mindset as a trained soldier. She found herself analyzing the timing of the movements of the staircases, the dispositions of the paintings, and the various side passages that they came across, some barely noticeable. She also noticed, and commented on, the conspicuous absence of Harry Potter.

“Oh, I’m sure that he’ll join up with us at the common room. We’re taking the scenic route at the moment so he may already be there,” Hermione informed them. “I think he wanted to dodge some of the negative attention those smear articles have people aiming at him.” Nanoha frowned; she’d read some of those articles in her research and they hardly seemed credible. If they were so widely accepted by the people in this community, it didn’t say much for their critical thinking skills. But then again, she supposed, people always seemed to be eager to accept what sided with their own biases, regardless of credibility.

It was getting quite late by the time the group of friends climbed the tower towards the Gryffindor common room. Hermione had taken the new students along a more scenic route than would probably normally be taken between the great hall and the Gryffindor quarters. Nanoha and Fate were keeping mostly to themselves as they ascended staircase after staircase, trying to take in as much of their environment as possible as well as memorizing the labyrinthine route to the portrait which led to their quarters. Nanoha and Fate were only mildly surprised now when the Fat Lady asked for the entrance password.

The common room was warmly lit and furnished, the lively fire on the hearth casting a comforting light over the room. The boys bid a polite farewell as they ascended one set of stairs towards the back of the room. Hermione led Fate and Nanoha up another stairway and through a door a bit of the way down a hallway which emerged into an almost barracks like set of sleeping quarters. There were 5 beds spaced evenly along the length of the room, all of them complete with a canopy and curtains for privacy when it was needed. The two closest beds already had their occupants who had already changed into their sleepwear and were sitting on opposite ends of one of their beds, chatting and apparently playing a card game. They looked up from their discussion as the door opened and stood to greet the new pair of students.

Hermione turned to face her new room mates, “Nanoha, Fate, let me introduce you to Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown,” she said, gesturing at them in turn, “they’ll be sharing this room as well.” Fate flushed slightly and shuffled her feet while Nanoha stepped forward to shake hands with their newly introduced room mates. After a moment, Fate followed Nanoha’s lead and greeted Lavender and Parvati as her friend had. After a brief silence, Hermione once again piped up, “Well, I’m sure it’s been a long day for both of you, feel free to change into something more comfortable and get some sleep if you like.”

Nanoha and Fate nodded their acknowledgement and walked to the two beds on the far end of the room which had rucksacks sitting at their feet rather than trunks. Failing to see any storage or shelving larger than a nightstand, Nanoha commented, “I guess there’s a reason for the trunks then,” as she started digging through her bag for a nightgown. After a few moments she found what she was looking for and, laying the plain garment out on the bed, started undressing. Fate followed suit after a brief hesitation.

The three other girls in the room, not accustomed to such openness, averted their gazes. Lavender and Parvati immersed themselves enthusiastically in their card game and Hermione concentrated on digging her own sleepwear out of her trunk. Nanoha and Fate seemed not to notice the discomfort of the other girls and chatted animatedly between themselves about the day’s events so far. Hermione, having found her sleepwear looked up to check on the progress of the newcomers. To her distress, they didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get dressed and were simply standing and chatting with their backs to her. The analytical part of her mind taking back over, she noted that both of them looked to be in superb physical condition. Frowning slightly, Hermione looked down at herself; she seldom felt self-conscious about her own body, but seeing the level of fitness of the two girls in front of her she felt a bit jealous.

Hermione was surprised that the new students seemed to have no qualms about getting changed in front of a group of (albeit female) strangers. A glint of light at the edges of her vision caused her to look up and she gasped in surprise at what she saw. Running down Nanoha’s back was a mighty scar, just to the right of her spine and running down ten inches or so from where it started between her shoulder blades. Nanoha turned around to see where the noise had come from and Hermione’s jaw dropped as she saw the matching scar on the front of Nanoha’s torso.

Nanoha turned to find Hermione staring at her, mouth slightly agape. It took her a moment to realize that the girl was staring at her scars rather than at her chest. “Ahaha, pretty impressive, right? I was in a car accident when I was younger, I almost did not make it. I am fine now though, no lasting damage.” Nanoha smiled and flexed her arms a bit to demonstrate her health. Hermione blushed deeply as Nanoha’s flexing caused her other assets to shift. Nanoha looked puzzled for a moment as to why the girl in front of her had gone tongue tied.

“Nanoha,” said Fate as she walked over, now wearing a soft pink nightgown, “I don’t think they’re used to changing in front of each other here.” She laughed a little at Hermione’s stunned expression, “I think maybe you should put your pajamas on before poor Hermione faints.” She turned to Hermione, “Don’t worry, we’ll change behind our bed curtains from now on. We didn’t realize it’d bother you.”

Hermione shook her head, “It’s alright, I was just a bit surprised really,” she said somewhat unconvincingly as she tried to collect herself. “It’s just a minor cultural difference to get used to.” A brief silence followed which Hermione used to escape to her curtained bed to change into her own bed clothes. Emerging a short time later, she approached Nanoha and Fate where they were sitting on their beds facing each other and chatting. “Do you have any questions about anything so far?” she asked.

Fate and Nanoha shared a look for a moment. There were plenty of questions they had, but most of them weren’t regarding things that their guide could probably explain such as the mechanics behind the moving pictures and whether they were sentient, or who built most of the structures they had seen since the educational system didn’t seem to prioritize math or science. After a moment pondering questions that Hermione would be able to answer for them, Nanoha spoke up. “What time is curfew? I noticed that it seemed like all of the students were heading straight back to their dormitories after dinner. Also is there a wakeup call or is it fine to wake up when ever as long as you are at breakfast?”

Hermione nodded at the question, “Curfew for older students is 21:00 however it’s generally expected that students will spend the time after supper in the dormitories studying and socializing with their housemates. There is no lights-out time however. Most of the time students don’t wander the castle unless they have some reason to. There’s no set wake-up time, but breakfast starts at 7:30 and classes start at 9.”

“Are there restrictions on being out on the grounds early? We’re used to taking morning runs,” asked Fate.

Hermione thought for a moment before answering, “You know, I really have no idea. I don’t think that anybody else in the school right now is given to morning calisthenics so it’s never come up. Would you be alright taking a day off just to be safe? I’ll ask one of the professors about it tomorrow.”

“That would be fine. It has been a long day, I think a chance to rest up for tomorrow would be a good idea,” Fate replied, stifling a yawn. Nodding their agreement, all three girls headed toward their own beds. Nanoha and Fate were quickly tucked in, facing one another and discussing the events of the day so far. Hermione headed to her own bed and drew the curtains. It wouldn’t do for the new girls to see their Prefect staying up in order to have a clandestine meeting with her friends in the middle of the night.

~MSLN~

Hermione groaned to herself. Didn’t these girls ever go to sleep? It wasn’t that their subdued whispering was keeping her awake, but rather that she couldn’t sneak out to meet up with Harry and Ron while they were up. Resigning herself to waiting for tomorrow when hopefully the night of short sleep would lead the two new girls to fall asleep sooner she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. After a few minutes Hermione was brought out of her doze by the soft sound of footfalls near her bed. “Is she finally asleep?”

“I think so.”

“Should we wait a bit longer, or do you want to get started now?”

“I think it should be safe to get started. Do you want to go first tonight, or should I?”

“You can go first, it’s your turn anyway.”

“Oh, alright. I wanted to check out the forbidden forest anyway.”

“Good luck down there.”

Hermione tried as well as she could to block out the conversation she was hearing and to ignore the visions that her imagination was conjuring. The sounds she was hearing didn’t seem to match what she was expecting, only further inflaming her curiosity. There was a brief flash of yellow light, bright enough that she was able to tell through her eyelids. Finally, her willpower gave in and she dared to try slightly opening one of her eyes for a moment. The sight which greeted her was the furthest thing from what she’d expected. Fate was dressed in what looked like a suit, with a blazer on top and a skirt on bottom, a flowing cape billowing from her shoulders in the breeze coming in through the open window. Then, without any sign of hesitation, the blonde girl leapt out of the window.

Hermione bolted out of bed with a startled cry as she rushed to the window without thinking. Sticking her head out she was shocked to find no visible trace anywhere near the window of the girl who had just jumped through. She shook her head, wondering for a moment if she’d dozed off and dreamt the whole thing. Quickly turning to look to her left she saw that both of the new girls’ beds were empty. She knew she’d seen Fate leap from the window, but she could have sworn that Nanoha was still in the room. That’s as far as her thoughts got before a black gloved hand was clamped over her mouth and Hermione found herself very quickly whisked through the open window into the cool night air.

Instinctively, Hermione struggled to get loose, her shouts of protest being muffled by the hand held firmly over her mouth. “Mou, please stop struggling. We are not going to hurt you. If you fall, I am ninety-nine percent certain that I could catch you without injury, but we should not risk it if we do not have to.”

Gradually, Hermione stopped struggling, more out of resignation than regard for the request; the slender arms which held her seemed to be as immovable as though they were made of steel. “That’s better. Do you promise not to scream again if I remove my hand?” Hermione nodded and moments later felt the hand over her mouth slowly being removed. As she calmed down a little, she noticed that the strength of the wind buffeting her face didn’t seem to match the speed at which they seemed to be flying.

“How can you be flying without a broom?” Hermione asked, her curiosity overtaking her fear.

“I’ll explain everything. Do you know of a place where we can have a private conversation?”

Hermione thought for a moment. At this time of night there shouldn’t be any students wandering the grounds, though there would be periodic patrols by the staff, most notably Filch and possibly Hagrid if they were out on the grounds. She was more concerned with Filch than Hagrid, as he had a bad habit of showing up at just the wrong moments. “Set us down over there but stay out of range of the tree,” said Hermione, gesturing at the whomping willow.

Nanoha obeyed without question, quickly gathering why Hermione had specified their distance from the tree when the piece of overly-aggressive shrubbery attempted to reach out and attack her when she flew by. She circled twice, well out of reach of the reaching branches, before setting down on the path a safe distance from the tree.

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WhaaaT???? I wait and wait and wait for an update and when it finally comes I miss it for almost 2 weeks before noticing?? I feel like slamming my head against the wall. >.<

So, I went re-reading the previous chapters, just in case I forgot some detail, and I wonder if you went back to change chapter 5 from how it was originally? In particualr Fate's beat down of Draco was a scene that had seemed a bit out of character to me when I had read it the first time, but now it seem much more natural than I remembered. So I wonder if it's the result of changes you made or if my own reading of it changed over time.

Anyway, back to this new chapter! Fate flushing at being introduced to Lavander and Parvati... cute <3
Loved the line about Hermione seemingly staring at Nanoha's chest when it really was her scar (kinda wish I could see Fate's frowning at that, but it wouldn't be really logical, not that jealousy ever is, but when they're used to bath with other people it'd be rather absurd unless Hermione was ogling, which she wasn't).
Will Parvati and Lavander spread that rumor around? They're often depicted as terrible gossips after all(can't remember how much of that is canon, though).
As I reached the end with the whoming willow, I couldn't help thinking that Fate might start a new game of 'dodge the tree', she's certainly fast enough to do it and making it look easy.
So, nice additions all in all, although I kinda hope that as the story goes on the description will get shorter or in any case take up less space. It's a personal preference, but when they get long I find them boring.

ps- I would kill to see an omake in which when Hermione opens her eyes she sees exactly what she thought she would. :P

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This +1

Such a fun story, great to see more!

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I just realized, but in this Fate has no scars...? (aside from slight and faded ones Albus noticed in chap 2)
I mean, Precia's whipping might not have injured her as deeply and seriously as he drone that attacked Nanoha, but at that time Fate never received any medical threatment, so it'd be logical that she does have signs from then... I think...

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Nanoha was stabbed, so it's much harder to fully heal from that. I believe it was mentioned in one of the Sound Stages--That while Precia mercilessly whipped Fate, it wasn't something she couldn't heal by using magic. I think in the real world though, Fates scars would remain. Especially if she never got medical treatment.

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Fate does have scars from the abuse she suffered from her mother (in this story), they're just not quite as obvious to see from a distance as Nanoha's massive scar from being impaled by a robot.

Edit: Added most of the rest of the chapter
Edit 2: Further Refinement
Edit 3: Crazyla had a good point.

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Nanoha obeyed without question, quickly gathering why Hermione had specified their distance from the tree when the piece of overly-aggressive shrubbery attempted to reach out and attack her when she flew by. She circled twice, well out of reach of the reaching branches, before setting down on the path a safe distance from the tree.


~MSLN~

“Well, we need to ask for your secrecy, at least for a few days until we are told what we need to do about this by our superiors.” At Hermione’s concerned expression, she continued, “You will probably be given a choice, either to be sworn to secrecy, or possibly to become a civilian collaborator. Until then we would like to request that you keep all of this to yourself, though we cannot really do anything to enforce it.”

“Civilian collaborator? So you’re military then?”

Fate sighed a bit in consternation, “You really are perceptive, you know that?” she noted. “I think we may need to decide how to deal with this now rather than later. You are too canny for us to leave this up in the air for any longer than is necessary. Hold on a moment please while I contact Chrono.” Hermione could tell when Fate’s attention shifted away from her or anything else in the room they were sitting in. She figured that communicating via telepathy probably required some degree of concentration.

The trio sat in silence for a few moments, Hermione’s attention settling on the foreign girls’ entwined hands momentarily before very intentionally diverting her gaze elsewhere. She barely registered Nanoha giving her a knowing smile before focusing on her own hands, folded in her lap. Her head snapped up as the room was overtaken by a white glow, emanating from an incredibly complicated looking magical diagram in the center of the floor. She had to look away as the glow became overpoweringly bright, and when she was able to look back there was an imposing looking man standing where the diagram had been.

He looked around briefly, eyes scanning the room before a skeptical expression briefly passed his features. Finally his gaze settled on Hermione. Chrono extended his hand, which she took after a moment’s hesitation. “I’m Rear Admiral Chrono Harlaown of the TSAB,” he introduced himself. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Granger.”

“Oh, um, likewise Sir,” Hermione replied, slightly annoyed with herself for stumbling over her own words.

“So,” he began with a grin, “you must be the one who discovered why neither of these two were recruited to be intelligence agents.” He glanced toward the girls briefly as Nanoha stuck her tongue out at him.

“Mou, Chrono,” Nanoha complained, as Fate tittered to herself.

“That’s Admiral Chrono, Lieutenant. We’re on duty right now, remember?” Chrono replied, but there was no bite to his words.

Chrono turned his attention back to Hermione. “Thank you for agreeing to watch over my sister and her friend.”

Hermione wasn’t really sure what tone she’d expected the meeting to take, but this certainly wasn’t it. The man in front of her seemed to be the commanding officer but was treating to the two girls more like younger siblings than subordinates. “Excuse my asking,” she began, “but if they aren’t intelligence agents, why were they sent?”

Nanoha looked at Hermione somewhat ruefully before responding, “Earth is something of a backwater to our organization. There are very few people with even a passing familiarity with the planet or its cultures. Fate and I, having grown up in Japan were immediately tapped as the only people who would have any idea how to conduct ourselves in your society.”

Hermione considered that reply for a moment before coming to a realization about the wording they’d been using. “Wait, so you mean to tell me that you’re not just foreign to the wizarding world, but you’re also foreign to the Earth?!” Hermione exclaimed, her eyes going wide.

“Well, two of us are,” replied Chrono. “Nanoha was born and raised on Earth and Fate has spent the last six years living and going to school here.”

“I…Are you…I mean what…” Hermione fumbled for a question to ask. She could feel herself shaking, her breathing growing shallow. Here she was, sitting in the shrieking shack with a group of people who claimed to be extraterrestrial and showed impossible magical abilities. The situation was surreal. Her mind was running in circles trying to figure out what to ask or say next.

“Okay,” Chrono began, “Some common answers to common questions. Yes, we’re human. No, we’re not going to kill you. No, we don’t want anyone else to know quite yet. Yes, we’re going to make a formal diplomatic overture in the near future. No, we’re not here to invade your world. Our mission right now is primarily to gather information on your society.”

This situation was impossible. She was making contact with a group of aliens right outside of Hogwarts grounds. They claimed to be and appeared to be human and they’d been on earth for at least six years. Hermione could feel herself dissolving into a shaking wreck as her mind spun out of control. She barely registered it when Nanoha sat down on the bed next to her and asked if she was alright. “I…What…But you…” Hermione continued to stammer.

“Shh, calm down. You’re going to have a panic attack at this rate,” she heard Nanoha say. It was already too late, Hermione could feel herself hyperventilating and the tears starting to stream down her face. It really was all too much to take in so quickly. She let out a soft cry as her mind descended into the maelstrom of her thoughts.

Hermione came out of her stupor to find herself lying in Nanoha’s lap, the Asian girl stroking her hair and murmuring soft reassurances. Fate was in front of them, kneeling or crouching on the floor, holding her hand with a concerned look on her face. Slowly, Hermione pushed herself back up to a sitting position, her head throbbing. She could feel the other girls supporting her as she wiped the last remaining tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry. This is all just so much to take in.”

“It’s alright,” Fate said softly, “You’re hardly the first one to be overwhelmed by all this.”

“So what happens now?” asked Hermione, her voice still shaky.

“Well, you have two options,” began Chrono, “The first is to accept being sworn to secrecy using magic roughly akin to your fidelius charm. You sign an agreement, then go on living your life as you have been.”

“and the other?”

“The other is to become a civilian collaborator.”

“What exactly would that entail?”

“Well, you’d still have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, though it would be legally binding rather than magically binding and you would be permitted to give limited information about your job and position to your immediate family. Your responsibilities would largely cover what you’ve already been assigned to do by your headmaster, in addition to reporting on your own insights and experiences. You would also receive a salary, though I couldn’t tell you what that would be off the top of my head. Were you to decide to enlist later, your time served as a contractor would count toward your mandatory service period.”

Hermione mulled that over for a moment. This was a chance to get inside this new group and get some idea of what it was they were doing on Earth. It was also dangerous she realized. Could she balance being involved in two secret organizations at once? What would she do if they found out about the Order? Having no idea what other telepathic abilities these people possessed worried her, though she supposed if they wanted to they could be reading through her memories even now without her noticing. Needing to buy herself more time to decide what she would do she asked, “What can you tell me about your organization and your intentions toward Earth?”

Chrono nodded in approval, this girl was very astute. “The Time Space Administration Bureau or TSAB is an interplanetary government spanning over 100 administrated worlds where the TSAB serves as the primary government and hundreds more non-administrated worlds. For reference, Earth is referred to as non-administrated world #97. For non-administrated worlds, we mainly monitor for emergencies and intervene only when local authorities would be incapable of containing an incident.

“Our mission on Earth right now was to be primarily information gathering. We’re trying to determine whether we should make contact with Earth, who we should make contact with if we do, and how best we would go about it. Presently that means our your role, as well as that of Lieutenants Harlaown and Takamachi are more along the lines of observing than spying.”

“You said that your mission WAS to be primarily information gathering. That’s changed since you got here?”

“Correct. You really are very sharp.” Chrono complimented her, “We have learned of the presence of a dangerous enemy on your world, an enemy which we have been working to neutralize for quite some time. Nanoha and Fate have the additional duty of defending the school against any extra-planetary threats that may be encountered. Aiding them in combat would NOT be one of your responsibilities. These two are expert combatants and should be able to handle almost any threat without requiring outside aid.

“Can you tell me more about the threat?” A danger serious enough to cause concern for a group of trained military personnel was certainly worth asking about, especially if it might also be a threat to the Order or its members.

“Unfortunately I cannot. If you were to join us as a contracted civilian I could share some minimal details. Any more specific information we can’t share with you unless you were to decide to enlist and pass screening for a security clearance.”

“If you don’t mind my saying,” Hermione replied, “I think it would be a good idea to speak to the headmaster about all of this. He’s very influential and well respected, and he should probably know about any potential dangers to the school.”

“We’re already planning on it, though it won’t be for another few days. There are some bureaucratic steps that need to be taken when making formal contact with a new society. Based on what we’ve been able to learn from the texts and periodicals we were able to acquire, we believe that Albus Dumbledore is the best route through which to introduce ourselves into your world. We are hoping that he will be able to make our introduction to the Ministry go more smoothly.” He noticed Hermione making a face at the mention of the Ministry so he elaborated, “We are aware of the…political tensions and are hoping that by making contact through the headmaster we can help shift the balance of power toward a less xenophobic faction.”

“There is another…group that I am affiliated with. I could not betray their trust.”

“You won’t be asked to. It’s not a situation which should arise unless this other group decides to oppose our presence here or to start committing atrocities against civilian populations. You being a member of this group, I doubt that either of those scenarios is likely.”

Hermione considered this for a few moments before inquiring, “If I were to join you, would I be able to learn more about your type of magic and technology?”

“Yes to both, though whether you will be able to perform our type of magic is unknown. We aren’t presently certain whether witches or wizards will be able to wield Mid-Childan magic, though we would welcome you to try.”

Hermione sat and considered for a moment. It really was a lot to take in. The temptation to accept the offer to become a collaborator was almost irresistible. She felt almost as giddy as she’d been when she first received her Hogwarts Letter. Here she was getting a once in a lifetime chance, again! Another type of magic, entire new worlds to learn about… Hermione realized that she’d made up her mind already. “Okay,” she said to Chrono, “I’m in. Where do I sign?”

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I wonder what will be Hermione choice...

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Oh, so kind of, it was dark and Hermione wasn't looking closely. Ok, thanks. ^^

Now, new piece...
Is it only me who is bothered about how easily Hermione accepts and sets aside the fact she just learned there's an interplanetary society that's observing Earth? I mean, these are ALIENS!! To me it sounds like... like something out of the Quibbler! I'd have expected a bigger reaction from her, not her worrying about what they'd think of the Order, I mean aliens from another world(s) and you worry about what they think of a small group of individuals created to oppose a national madman? This is bigger, imao.

Ok, that rant over with, Hermione seems very much in character in how she says "who should tell Dumbledore" right away (lol) and how she accepts to become a collaborator because she wants to know all she can; I guess for her this is a bit like when she accepted her enrollment into Hogwarts, a new world of knowledge opening for her.

Great, Now it's much more realistic, imao. Thanks! ^^
And since Hermione was so shocked you can potentially have her coming up with new questions as times goes on... Maybe ask Nanoha how she dealt with it all, although I imagine Nanoha's answer would be something like "I just rolled with it" and would just make Hermione look at her as if she's out of her mind. XD
It'd be interesting seeing Hermione slowly comparing how the wizards and the TSAB welcome her, both were new worlds to her but they are fundamentally different in how they welcome newcomers, in how they see innovation, and how they treat non-magicals, which are all themes Hermione either showed interest in or involve her personally.

On a plus, I liked how Nanoha and Fate showed their worry when Hermione fainted, they're so gentle and touchy-feely without being intrusive, it's like they're introducing the kind of skinship friendships between girls tend to have into Hermione's life, who missed it having mostly only Harry and Ron before.

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Alright. Chapter 7 is up on fanfiction.net. Thanks everyone for your advice and support.

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This is such a great story.

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Nice to see the Canon traditions of TSAB's less violent version of Nanoha's 'Befriending by any means necessary' and Hermione's never-ending quest for knowledge coming together.

This is the story which introduced me to this sub-genre to begin with so no wonder this remains my favorite look at the MGLN and HP crossover.

Of course this thread always raises the question, is it better to wait for the official chapter release or read the drafts here. I often find myself too tempted not to have a quick peek.

And of course the really bad part being the wait for the next installment.

Fun stuff. Thanks for sharing!

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Chapter 8 (very) rough draft in progress

Edit: I wonder what Nanoha and Fates' patronuses would be... maybe a honey badger for Nanoha

Edit 05/12/14: Some revisions and refinements. Almost there.

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Hermione groggily hauled herself out of bed and to her trunk to get her uniform for the day. It had been a long night, she reflected, even longer than most of the nights she’d spent traipsing about the castle with Harry and Ron. Learning that there was other sentient life in the universe was certainly a ground-breaking revelation, much less that the other sentient life was human and magically advanced. She smiled to herself as she ran through her memories of the previous night while she dressed. Once she’d gotten over her initial shock, she’d been taken up to a ship orbiting the moon.

In retrospect, Hermione wasn’t sure what she had expected a magical spacecraft to be like but whatever she might have thought to expect was nothing like what she had found. The ship she was taken to was like something straight out of Star Trek, seemingly all technology and no obvious magic. She’d been completely shocked when informed that the technology in the ship was using magic as a power source rather than electricity as she’d originally assumed. One of the women she’d been introduced to during her quick tour of the ship had offered to send her more information on the basic workings of their magical technology, and offer which she had quickly and enthusiastically accepted.

She had actually cried a bit at seeing Earth from space for the first time, something she was told was common for people to do. Chrono had informed her that Nanoha had done the same, all those years ago, and that even he had been a bit misty eyed at seeing his homeworld from space for the first time, though that had been Mid-Childa rather than Earth. Once she’d had the chance to collect herself again, she was escorted to a conference room where she was provided with some paperwork to fill out and her service contract to sign.

Hermione had learned early in life that one should always read the fine print when signing a contract of any kind, a habit which had earned her an approving nod from Admiral Chrono for her thoroughness and caution. She had spent over two hours pouring over the details of the service contract she’d been provided with, often having to stop and ask questions of Nanoha and Fate who tried to answer all of her inquiries as accurately as possible and had helpfully provided her with paper and a pen with which to take notes. Finally, exhausted and bleary eyed, Hermione had scanned through her notes one final time before taking a deep breath and putting her signature to the contract in front of her.

By then Hermione was quite exhausted and upon being promised she could ask all the questions she wanted some other time, agreed to head back to the Gryffindor dormitories. Chrono had informed her on her way back to the teleporter that she would still need to go through a debriefing on what had been transpiring over the last few years in the wizarding world but that Nanoha and Fate would be the ones to conduct the interview some time in the next few days. Finally, she stepped onto the glowing pad at the back of the bridge along with Nanoha and Fate and in a flash of light found herself back in their dormitory. She didn’t even remember changing for bed.

Now fully dressed, and at least somewhat more awake, Hermione headed down to the common room where Nanoha was idly flipping through a copy of “Hogwarts: A History” and Fate was examining a poster which had been put up. Both looked up from what they were doing as she entered. “Good morning Hermione,” Fate said turning to face the new recruit, “Did you sleep well?”

“Um, not really actually. I was too excited,” replied Hermione, smiling gently.

“I can certainly understand that. It is a lot to take in, especially in such a short period of time,” commented Nanoha as she closed her book and stood. “Should we head to breakfast?”

“Oh, yes. And um, thank you for waiting for me,”

“It was no problem. It would seem that aside from us, you are still the first one awake.” she had barely finished speaking when one of the boys she wasn’t familiar with came stomping down the stairs and swept through the common room to the exit without paying the group of girls any heed. “It looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Hermione nodded her agreement as she took a quick glance at the poster on the wall that Fate had been examining when she’d come down. Her expression quickly soured as she read the text. “Those two really have gone too far. Testing their pranks on themselves is one thing, but soliciting other students to be lab rats…” she threw her arms up in frustration. “I’m going to have to get Ron and talk to them about this later,” she grumbled as she attempted to pull down the poster without much luck. After a moment she had to give up and sighed in resignation. “Come on, let’s head down to breakfast,” she said as she started heading toward the exit.

The three girls headed down to the dining hall at a leisurely pace to give them a chance to talk in private while they walked. Nanoha and Fate carefully memorizing the more direct route they took back down to the main hall from their dormitory. “Hermione, do you know what we are going to be doing today?” asked Fate.

“I’m not entirely certain to be honest. The headmaster did say that you would be viewing some of the first year classes to start with and then have some private tutoring, though I’m not sure what the details of the schedule will be. You’ll probably get the details from Professor McGonagall at breakfast.”

“So,” Nanoha whispered, taking a quick glance around to make sure nobody was within eavesdropping range, “how did you like seeing Earth from space for the first time?”

“That was amazing!” Hermione replied exuberantly, trying with limited success to keep her voice below a shout, “It was one of the most incredible experiences I’ve ever had. I can’t even describe all of the emotions I felt,” that of course didn’t stop her from trying to describe them all the way up until they reached the dining hall. Nanoha and Fate had to stop her a few times to ask the meanings of some of the less common adjectives that she used.

The hall was mostly empty when the trio arrived, with only a few smatterings of students at each of the tables. Breakfast had already been served, plates heaped with bacon and sausages and pancakes were placed at regular intervals. After some searching, Nanoha and Fate helped themselves to some scrambled eggs and fruit.

Professor McGonagall approached the group shortly after they’d arrived and handed each of the girls a sheet of parchment. Nanoha and Fate both had identical schedules, as they had expected, featuring preview sessions of first year classes in the mornings and a few periods of private evaluation and instruction in the afternoons. Hermione’s letter had a little more information to it, including a note in addition to her regular schedule. She was to accompany the new students and help them along as best she could for the first week. The faculty was confident that she would be able to catch up easily on what material she’d missed.

Hermione felt a bit torn. She was excited to be able to help the two new students and hopefully to learn from them. On the other hand, this meant that she’d be able to spend less time with Harry and Ron. Ron might not mind too much, but things seemed to be Eating at Harry and she wanted to be able to help support him when she could.

“Miss Granger, may I speak with you for a moment?” asked professor McGonagall gesturing for Hermione to follow her.

“Of course Professor.” replied Hermione, getting up from her seat and following her favorite professor away from the table.

“How are the new students settling in? Has there been any difficulty?” the elderly witch asked, turning around to face her favorite pupil.

“No, professor. They both seem to be adjusting well to everything but the food so far.” Hermione reassured her. It was no lie either. Both of the new girls seemed to be having no trouble memorizing the paths between locations in the castle or avoiding the minor traps here and there that she avoided without even thinking now.

“The food?” The professor inquired, cocking her head slightly to the side in puzzlement.

“The British diet is significantly heavier than what they’re used to. It will just take them a few days to adjust, I’m sure,” responded Hermione. “They seem to be consciously easing themselves into things,” she mused as she looked back at the two girls who seemed to be trying to take a bite or two of meat or eggs for every few of fruit.

“I see,” replied McGonagall, nodding in understanding. “You may want to bring them by the kitchens to see if the cooks can prepare something more to their liking. There should be enough free space in their schedules to fit that in easily.”

“I’ll make sure we get there,” replied Hermione, making a mental note to get down to the kitchens after morning classes.

“Good. There is one more thing. Be very careful around Madame Umbridge, we both know who she works for and what her prejudices are. We cannot afford to lose those two new students due to her and her opinions. I am afraid I can’t tell you why, but it is important that those two girls decide to continue attending school here.”

Hermione’s expression sobered, “I’ll do my best, Professor,” she stated with a calm she didn’t feel. Suddenly, Hermione found herself very much torn in her loyalties. Professor McGonagall’s request implied that she and therefore the Headmaster knew something about who the two new students really were. She was obligated by the contract she’d signed last night to let them know, but she felt like she’d be betraying the trust of her favorite professors in doing so.

If Professor McGongall noticed Hermione’s unease, she didn’t acknowledge it in any way. Smiling down at her favorite student she reassured Hermione, “I’m sure you will, dear girl. I have every confidence in you.” Hermione could feel her gut twist as she forced herself to smile in return and thank the professor before heading back toward the Gryffindor table where her two new friends were waiting. She took a deep breath and tried to put on a neutral expression as she headed back toward the Gryffindor table. Nanoha and Fate both looked up at her approach, Fate immediately putting on a concerned look.

“Is something wrong, Hermione?” asked Nanoha as she scooted over a bit and gestured for Hermione to take a seat between her and Fate. Hermione shook her head rather unconvincingly as she sat down and poured herself a glass of juice.

“No, no. Everything is fine. It’s just,” she paused as the words just wouldn’t come to her.

“Hermione,” Fate said, her voice barely above a whisper, “We know that the headmaster has at least some faint idea of what our mission is here. If Professor McGonagall intimated that she thinks we need to be monitored, we already know.” Fate knew her suspicions were correct when Hermione’s head snapped up and she found the obviously conflicted brunette looking into her eyes for confirmation. Fate smiled reassuringly in response and gestured at the table in front of her where Nanoha had just placed the letter she’d caught a glimpse of on the train.

Hermione looked at both girls in turn and when both nodded their unspoken assent, she gently unfolded the piece of parchment before her and started reading. Both Nanoha and Fate smiled kindly at the now slightly flushed Hermione as she re-folded the parchment and handed it back to Nanoha for safe keeping. “With how important this seems to be to them, your professors are putting a lot of faith and trust in your abilities, Hermione. I don’t think that they’ll tell you much more than you or we already know about why they’d like us to continue attending school here however, so try not to worry over it too much,” Fate attempted to reassure her.

“But if they knew who you really are…”

“It might be good or it might be bad. I don’t think that they would take action against us, but learning that there is another player in the picture might trigger rash actions by people on either side of the conflict your society has been involved in,” Fate remarked, “We may very well decide to publically announce our presence, but that decision is up to Admiral Chrono and High Command and won’t come about until a lot more is known about this society and all of the social and political forces at work.”

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Knowing Nanoha, probably a dragon.

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Dun dun dun duuuun! (Beethoven)
The 1000 galleons question! XD

Edit- patronuses, huh? Well, I like the idea of Fate's patronus being a wolf, like Arf. <333
As for Nanoha's... I don't know, a ferret? XD lol.

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