Memories of Blood Week
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Harry Leferts
Walking in with several trunks behind him, Harry looked around the Room of Hidden Things with more then some surprise even though it was not his first time in said room. Granted, from where he was he could see there were more sorted piles of items. One of the piles though caused him to blink in confusion as he did recognize what they were. "Um, hey guys."
Niiyodo's head poked around one of the piles and she gave a wave. "Ohayo, Harry-Chan!" Then her eyes widened as she spotted what he brought with him. "Are those the trunks that we ordered!?"
Just nodding, Harry set them down. "Yup, Hedwig just delivered them. Each one of them has the same amount of space as your average cargo container." He grinned a bit at the smile on Niiyodo's face. "Just as asked."
A smile on her face, the Light Cruiser walked over before opening one of the trunks and letting out a sigh of relief. "This will be a big help, Harry-Chan. That way we can clear this area out of what we've sorted until it's time for you to transfigure the metal." Blushing some, she reached over and gave Harry a hug which he soon returned. "Thank you, Harry-Chan."
Sighing into the hug, Harry only hummed a bit before he pulled away. "Well, it's not a big deal anyways. I'm just glad to be able to help you guys since you're doing a lot of work in here."
With a shake of her head, Niiyodo began to giggle some. "Well, at least it's useful work. And from what I can tell, we're going to have all sorts of resources. For example, so far we've gathered about a ton of cast iron alone. Converted to steel? That's about as much as we already have at home, gathered over months! Then you got the copper, the brass, and the like."
Harry meanwhile glanced over at the pile which he did recognize and caused him some confusion. "What about those? Aren't those sherry bottles?"
Glancing over at them, Niiyodo only nodded some in confusion. "They are and we've been finding a lot of them. Since they're just bottles though, Professor Dumbledore doesn't mind us taking them in for recycling and we'll be able to get a nice amount back for them, I think. Natsumi-San is pretty happy with it anyways..." Placing her arm around Harry's shoulders, she began to guide him towards aother section. "Oh! Speaking of, Natsumi-San found something of interest."
More then a little intrigued, Harry nodded as he allowed Niiyodo to bring him wherever. In fact, it was rather nice and he brought his own arm up to wrap around her waist. Something that a part of him noted made her smile grow and a small, pleased flush to gather on her cheeks. Once they were in view, Harry gave a wave towards Natsumi. "Hey, Natsumi-Chan!"
A smile on her face, Natsumi turned and waved back. "Hi, Harry-Chan!" She did have a somewhat odd look when she noticed their arms around each other before rolling her eyes at them. "Really?"
Unseen by Harry, Niiyodo had a sheepish look on her face as he frowned in confusion. "Really what, Natsumi-Chan?"
However, she just waved him off with a sigh. "Nothing really, so you brought the trunks?" She then gestured to some off to the side. "We found some here, mind you, but I want them checked before we do anything with them. That sort of thing can... be messy."
Wincing as he guessed how so, Harry shook it off before looking around. "Um, so Niiyodo-Chan said that you needed me for something? And that you found something?"
If she was in her kitsune form, Natsumi's ears would have perked up. As it was though, her eyebrows climbed before she remembered what Niiyodo was talking about. "Oh yeah... stay right there." Several moments later, she came back with Yukikaze lugging a chest which the Destroyer set down with Natsumi grabbing the lid. "Look at this!"
Opening it, she was pleased to see Harry's jaw drop in surprise. Of course, she understood entirely as it was not every day that someone uncovered a chest filled with glowing gemstones. Staring at them, Harry could only shake his head. "Oh... oh wow... that's..." Turning towards Natsumi, he shook his head in some awe. "Are those real?"
Very slowly, Natsumi nodded some. "They're real alright. I don't know why they were here though."
After a few moments, Harry frowned in thought before narrowing his eyes. "I think that I might." At their looks, he shook his head. "There was a Headmistress for the school. Apparently she was sort of obsessed with gemstones and was rumoured to have stolen a number... Which was why she was killed by the goblins during one rebellion, they wanted to know where they were and she never told anyone."
Looking at the gemstones, Natsumi only shook her head before gesturing at another box, this one made of ivory and smaller. "This one also has stones in it but..." When she opened it, there was only squares in it that were a rusty red. Natsumi handed one to Harry who looked it over. "It smells of blood, but not dark magic. It does contain a lot of magic though, so I'll ask Dumbledore-Sensei to have a look at them."
With a nod, Harry put it back into the box which Natsumi closed and set aside. He then turned his attention towards her. "So, um... is there anything else? Because I want to help, so..."
Softly snickering, Natsumi waved a finger at him before winking."You shouldn't say such things, Harry-Chan. But yeah, there is something." Gesturing at several pieces of broken furniture, Natsumi nodded. "It would be a pretty big help if you could fix these up a bit. We can sell them for a bit of money I think."
Placing his robes over the back of a chair, Harry then pulled out his wand. "Can do!"
By the time that he was done for the day though, he was exhausted. Not magically, but rather mentally as he needed to visualize what he was working on each time he fixed something. That was followed up by transfiguring some of the copper and brass into bars for storage. At one point though, he found himself continually scratching his scar as it began to itch after several hours, almost as if something was gently touching it...
And, once he fell into the embrace of sleep, an old nightmare that he had not had for years reappeared.
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It had been a sunny day until just a few minutes over, but it was rapidly clouding over and the black haired boy was nervously making his way home. He had been chased by his cousin, but had gotten away in time. But now he wanted to get home, or what counted as much even if all he could look forward to was more chores. And it was not just because he did not want to get caught in the storm...
There was something about the storm that was now picking up that caused his every instinct to scream that there was something simply wrong about it.
And it was obvious that the boy was not the only one who felt it as various people were trying to get as quickly to their homes as possible. All while trying to make it look like they were not in the slightest bit afraid. However, the boy could see that they were frightened out of their wits. For some odd reason, he remembered something that his uncle had been grumbling about. A number of ships had been lost during freak storms.
Sometimes the large man would glare at him and sneer as if it was somehow his fault.
Despite everything the boy was snapped out of his thoughts while the wind began to pick up by a sneering voice. "BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE DOING!?" Turning, the boy could only blink against the wind as he saw an middle aged man looking at him as if he was a piece of refuse. "Well!? Answer me right now!"
Nervous due to every instinct telling him to run, he twitched some. "I-I'm just heading home, Sir." Raising his voice to be heard, he continued. "Before the storm hits."
On the man's face was disgust. "Likely story. Probably going to cause some trouble, just like your uncle said. He's an old friend of mine you know!" When the boy turned, the man snapped at him. "Don't walk away from me!"
Even though he knew that he would likely get yelled at by his uncle, the boy shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I got to get going!"
He was about to run when the man jogged up. "YOU TALKING BACK, BOY!? JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR UNCL-"
Moments later, there was a whistling sound and something impacted nearby. For a brief moment, the boy felt something wet hit him and then he was flying through the air as something roared. Then he slammed into the ground and everything went white before going dark.
Sometime later, the boy became conscious again and groaned. Every part of his body felt like one giant bruise and he had to squint as his glasses were missing. Blinking away spots, he slowly moved to get up only to realize that he there was something sticky covering him. Patting one part, he held up his hand to his eyes to see that whatever it was, it was red.
And had a sharp, metallic scent.
Trembling, it soon clicked and the boy turned and looked in the direction he had been before puking at the sight of a leg near something rather torn up. He knew, just knew that something was the man. Something had torn him apart and splattered him with... with...
Quickly turning, the boy tried to puke again, but there was nothing to bring up.
Gasps escaping him, the boy looked up and found that the nightmare was far from over. The town he lived in, the place he called home... it was either in ruins or on fire. From what he could see there was craters here and there. Just over the sound of the wind of the natural wind, above the fires, he could hear screams and pleading. Stumbling back, he looked from one place to the other, but it was all the same.
It was simply hell.
About to run, he heard the sound of sirens and turned with some relief to see flashing lights of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. Relief bubbled up in him at the sight of such. They would know what to do! Everyone would be able to be saved now! Everything was going to be alright. The first car seemed to spot him and slow down when the boy heard an odd sound before there was a sound like the rain hitting a metal roof.
Moments later, the police car was violently torn apart as bullets rained down from above. They punched through the metal of the car's body and through the windshield, pulping the officers inside. And it was not just their car either as the other emergency vehicles were also brutally destroyed by something in the sky. All the boy could do was stand there in shock as the sound increased and something flew within view.
Something that had glowing eyes and a massive, tooth filled maw as it fired stuff from said mouth into the last fire truck. Then it was gone and all that was left was the blood covered boy in the street just standing. Staring at the what carnage there was. It could have been hours later, or it could have been minutes or less, but the boy found himself in front of his home somehow without realizing how he had even gotten there.
Barely noticing that there was no car in the drive, he stumbled up the walkway to the door and tried the knob. Nothing, it would not turn no matter what. Even banging on the door, pleading, got nothing at all. After all, no one was home. Upon realizing that, the boy fell to his knees.
Gone.
They had gone without him, leaving him alone.
Rain began to fall for all the good it would do. A few hours later, there was the sound of a helicopter and soldiers soon took him to a nearby center, the elementary school he would be going to in a year. Some told him that he was lucky, even more so that his house was still intact with so many destroyed. He would be reunited with his family not long after, though he had been cleaned up. While they acted happy with the soldiers, thanked them for finding their nephew who had gone missing when they evacuated, once they were out of earshot, his uncle grumbled about how sad it was that he had not died like his parents, his aunt silent.
He died a little on that day on the inside.
But he made a promise that day. That if he ever got away from his relatives, if he ever found someone who loved him like a real family? He would do whatever needed to make sure that they would never want to get rid of him. And that he would protect those like him in anyway he could. He would not be like his relatives were.
History books would call what happened as the first day of Blood Week. A time when humanity reeled and people died and lived with a roll of the dice. The small town of Little Whinging in Surrey was hit hard by Abyssal aircraft on their way to other targets. None of that mattered at the time to a little boy named Harry Potter though...
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Waking with a start, Harry blinked as he could swear that he could smell the metallic tang of blood and feel sticky. But soon enough, that faded away and Harry could feel himself laying on something that rose up and down. Stomach churning a bit, Harry nonetheless did his best not to wake anyone in the cuddlepile and made his way to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to full blast and cold water.
For the next few minutes he splashed himself with cold water before supporting himself the best that he could with sink when he felt two warm arms wrap themselves around him. "Harry-Chan? Another nightmare?"
Just taking a deep breath, Harry nodded and swallowed some. "Y-yeah, Hacchan. It was another nightmare..."
Behind him, the blonde haired Submarine looked at him with saddened eyes for a moment. She of all people could understand nightmares and closed her eyes as she nuzzled him. Tightening her hug, Hachi sighed softly. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Eyes closed, Harry took some breaths before shuddering. "It... it was another dream about Blood Week, you know? Where I was live was hit and... and I saw people die. Including someone who was a friend of my Uncle and the Principal at the local school. When they found me at my relatives house, I was covered in his blood after a near miss..." Once more he shuddered some. "They were gone, my aunt and uncle. They took off with Dudley right after the initial attack without seeing if I was dead or not. They told the soldiers who found me that I had mental problems and they hadn't been able to find me. And... and when I was reunited with them, as soon as we were alone, Uncle Vernon grumbled about how it was poor luck for them that I didn't die."
Twitching, Hachi fought down the same urge she always felt when hearing this story. One to hunt down the black haired boy's relatives and show them her feelings on the subject. But many years ago, she had promised him to just drop it. Right now though, there was a more important thing for her to do.
And that was to comfort the boy she was holding as he fought off the last grips of the nightmare.
Her cheek against his, Hachi nuzzled him before gently kissing his cheek. "Hacchan is here, Harry-Chan. Hacchan is here and won't leave.
With a sigh, Harry twisted around in her hold before holding her as tightly as she did him. Almost immediately, his last shivers died down as he felt her arms envelope him. Both of them though understood about the past haunting them. When Harry had first come to Yokosuka he had nightmares every so often. He had tried to keep quiet like he had at the Dursleys so he would not get yelled at.
But Nagato had clued in and more then once he had found her in his room, hugging him. And more then once his tears had soaked her clothes as she helped him. They slowly decreased as time went on though, along with other, newer nightmares. When he started hanging out with the Submarines, and staying over, they had understood him. None of them had gotten angry with him if he woke up with a nightmare. Just as he never got angry with Hachi over the same thing. Which also helped him out the nightmare that came from Blood Week faded away even more to the point that it had been more then two years since the last time he had it.
It was also why he never minded when Hachi, on her worst nights dream wise, would sneak into his room and just cuddle him. Mainly because somehow, his presence helped sooth her nightmares and prevent them from returning. None of that mattered at the moment though as he was more concerned with spending time with Hachi and relaxing.
Eventually Harry pulled away from the hug and had to smile at what Hachi was wearing. Unlike what many would have thought, Hachi's sleeping clothes were a button up shirt and shorts. Oddly, in Harry's mind, they suited her. "Thanks, Hachi-Chan."
All the Submarine did though was shake her head with a small smile on her face. "You have nothing to thank me for, Harry-Chan." Turning, she raised her eyebrow some. "Iku-Chan? You can come in."
Moments later, the blue hired shipgirl walked in before pulling Harry into a hug. "Hachi-Chan is right, we're here for you, Harry-Chan. Never forget that."
Only nodding, Harry took a glance at the clock and sighed some. "Might as well stay up then, it's too late to fall back asleep."
Ruffling his hair, Hachi only nodded some as she stood up. "Hai. But maybe the two of us can just go and have a seat on the couch and read some books?" At Harry's bemused look, she blushed some. "Just for old times sake?"
Softly smiling, Harry gave a small nod. "I think that I might like that, Hachi-Chan..."
Walking in with several trunks behind him, Harry looked around the Room of Hidden Things with more then some surprise even though it was not his first time in said room. Granted, from where he was he could see there were more sorted piles of items. One of the piles though caused him to blink in confusion as he did recognize what they were. "Um, hey guys."
Niiyodo's head poked around one of the piles and she gave a wave. "Ohayo, Harry-Chan!" Then her eyes widened as she spotted what he brought with him. "Are those the trunks that we ordered!?"
Just nodding, Harry set them down. "Yup, Hedwig just delivered them. Each one of them has the same amount of space as your average cargo container." He grinned a bit at the smile on Niiyodo's face. "Just as asked."
A smile on her face, the Light Cruiser walked over before opening one of the trunks and letting out a sigh of relief. "This will be a big help, Harry-Chan. That way we can clear this area out of what we've sorted until it's time for you to transfigure the metal." Blushing some, she reached over and gave Harry a hug which he soon returned. "Thank you, Harry-Chan."
Sighing into the hug, Harry only hummed a bit before he pulled away. "Well, it's not a big deal anyways. I'm just glad to be able to help you guys since you're doing a lot of work in here."
With a shake of her head, Niiyodo began to giggle some. "Well, at least it's useful work. And from what I can tell, we're going to have all sorts of resources. For example, so far we've gathered about a ton of cast iron alone. Converted to steel? That's about as much as we already have at home, gathered over months! Then you got the copper, the brass, and the like."
Harry meanwhile glanced over at the pile which he did recognize and caused him some confusion. "What about those? Aren't those sherry bottles?"
Glancing over at them, Niiyodo only nodded some in confusion. "They are and we've been finding a lot of them. Since they're just bottles though, Professor Dumbledore doesn't mind us taking them in for recycling and we'll be able to get a nice amount back for them, I think. Natsumi-San is pretty happy with it anyways..." Placing her arm around Harry's shoulders, she began to guide him towards aother section. "Oh! Speaking of, Natsumi-San found something of interest."
More then a little intrigued, Harry nodded as he allowed Niiyodo to bring him wherever. In fact, it was rather nice and he brought his own arm up to wrap around her waist. Something that a part of him noted made her smile grow and a small, pleased flush to gather on her cheeks. Once they were in view, Harry gave a wave towards Natsumi. "Hey, Natsumi-Chan!"
A smile on her face, Natsumi turned and waved back. "Hi, Harry-Chan!" She did have a somewhat odd look when she noticed their arms around each other before rolling her eyes at them. "Really?"
Unseen by Harry, Niiyodo had a sheepish look on her face as he frowned in confusion. "Really what, Natsumi-Chan?"
However, she just waved him off with a sigh. "Nothing really, so you brought the trunks?" She then gestured to some off to the side. "We found some here, mind you, but I want them checked before we do anything with them. That sort of thing can... be messy."
Wincing as he guessed how so, Harry shook it off before looking around. "Um, so Niiyodo-Chan said that you needed me for something? And that you found something?"
If she was in her kitsune form, Natsumi's ears would have perked up. As it was though, her eyebrows climbed before she remembered what Niiyodo was talking about. "Oh yeah... stay right there." Several moments later, she came back with Yukikaze lugging a chest which the Destroyer set down with Natsumi grabbing the lid. "Look at this!"
Opening it, she was pleased to see Harry's jaw drop in surprise. Of course, she understood entirely as it was not every day that someone uncovered a chest filled with glowing gemstones. Staring at them, Harry could only shake his head. "Oh... oh wow... that's..." Turning towards Natsumi, he shook his head in some awe. "Are those real?"
Very slowly, Natsumi nodded some. "They're real alright. I don't know why they were here though."
After a few moments, Harry frowned in thought before narrowing his eyes. "I think that I might." At their looks, he shook his head. "There was a Headmistress for the school. Apparently she was sort of obsessed with gemstones and was rumoured to have stolen a number... Which was why she was killed by the goblins during one rebellion, they wanted to know where they were and she never told anyone."
Looking at the gemstones, Natsumi only shook her head before gesturing at another box, this one made of ivory and smaller. "This one also has stones in it but..." When she opened it, there was only squares in it that were a rusty red. Natsumi handed one to Harry who looked it over. "It smells of blood, but not dark magic. It does contain a lot of magic though, so I'll ask Dumbledore-Sensei to have a look at them."
With a nod, Harry put it back into the box which Natsumi closed and set aside. He then turned his attention towards her. "So, um... is there anything else? Because I want to help, so..."
Softly snickering, Natsumi waved a finger at him before winking."You shouldn't say such things, Harry-Chan. But yeah, there is something." Gesturing at several pieces of broken furniture, Natsumi nodded. "It would be a pretty big help if you could fix these up a bit. We can sell them for a bit of money I think."
Placing his robes over the back of a chair, Harry then pulled out his wand. "Can do!"
By the time that he was done for the day though, he was exhausted. Not magically, but rather mentally as he needed to visualize what he was working on each time he fixed something. That was followed up by transfiguring some of the copper and brass into bars for storage. At one point though, he found himself continually scratching his scar as it began to itch after several hours, almost as if something was gently touching it...
And, once he fell into the embrace of sleep, an old nightmare that he had not had for years reappeared.
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It had been a sunny day until just a few minutes over, but it was rapidly clouding over and the black haired boy was nervously making his way home. He had been chased by his cousin, but had gotten away in time. But now he wanted to get home, or what counted as much even if all he could look forward to was more chores. And it was not just because he did not want to get caught in the storm...
There was something about the storm that was now picking up that caused his every instinct to scream that there was something simply wrong about it.
And it was obvious that the boy was not the only one who felt it as various people were trying to get as quickly to their homes as possible. All while trying to make it look like they were not in the slightest bit afraid. However, the boy could see that they were frightened out of their wits. For some odd reason, he remembered something that his uncle had been grumbling about. A number of ships had been lost during freak storms.
Sometimes the large man would glare at him and sneer as if it was somehow his fault.
Despite everything the boy was snapped out of his thoughts while the wind began to pick up by a sneering voice. "BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE DOING!?" Turning, the boy could only blink against the wind as he saw an middle aged man looking at him as if he was a piece of refuse. "Well!? Answer me right now!"
Nervous due to every instinct telling him to run, he twitched some. "I-I'm just heading home, Sir." Raising his voice to be heard, he continued. "Before the storm hits."
On the man's face was disgust. "Likely story. Probably going to cause some trouble, just like your uncle said. He's an old friend of mine you know!" When the boy turned, the man snapped at him. "Don't walk away from me!"
Even though he knew that he would likely get yelled at by his uncle, the boy shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I got to get going!"
He was about to run when the man jogged up. "YOU TALKING BACK, BOY!? JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR UNCL-"
Moments later, there was a whistling sound and something impacted nearby. For a brief moment, the boy felt something wet hit him and then he was flying through the air as something roared. Then he slammed into the ground and everything went white before going dark.
Sometime later, the boy became conscious again and groaned. Every part of his body felt like one giant bruise and he had to squint as his glasses were missing. Blinking away spots, he slowly moved to get up only to realize that he there was something sticky covering him. Patting one part, he held up his hand to his eyes to see that whatever it was, it was red.
And had a sharp, metallic scent.
Trembling, it soon clicked and the boy turned and looked in the direction he had been before puking at the sight of a leg near something rather torn up. He knew, just knew that something was the man. Something had torn him apart and splattered him with... with...
Quickly turning, the boy tried to puke again, but there was nothing to bring up.
Gasps escaping him, the boy looked up and found that the nightmare was far from over. The town he lived in, the place he called home... it was either in ruins or on fire. From what he could see there was craters here and there. Just over the sound of the wind of the natural wind, above the fires, he could hear screams and pleading. Stumbling back, he looked from one place to the other, but it was all the same.
It was simply hell.
About to run, he heard the sound of sirens and turned with some relief to see flashing lights of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. Relief bubbled up in him at the sight of such. They would know what to do! Everyone would be able to be saved now! Everything was going to be alright. The first car seemed to spot him and slow down when the boy heard an odd sound before there was a sound like the rain hitting a metal roof.
Moments later, the police car was violently torn apart as bullets rained down from above. They punched through the metal of the car's body and through the windshield, pulping the officers inside. And it was not just their car either as the other emergency vehicles were also brutally destroyed by something in the sky. All the boy could do was stand there in shock as the sound increased and something flew within view.
Something that had glowing eyes and a massive, tooth filled maw as it fired stuff from said mouth into the last fire truck. Then it was gone and all that was left was the blood covered boy in the street just standing. Staring at the what carnage there was. It could have been hours later, or it could have been minutes or less, but the boy found himself in front of his home somehow without realizing how he had even gotten there.
Barely noticing that there was no car in the drive, he stumbled up the walkway to the door and tried the knob. Nothing, it would not turn no matter what. Even banging on the door, pleading, got nothing at all. After all, no one was home. Upon realizing that, the boy fell to his knees.
Gone.
They had gone without him, leaving him alone.
Rain began to fall for all the good it would do. A few hours later, there was the sound of a helicopter and soldiers soon took him to a nearby center, the elementary school he would be going to in a year. Some told him that he was lucky, even more so that his house was still intact with so many destroyed. He would be reunited with his family not long after, though he had been cleaned up. While they acted happy with the soldiers, thanked them for finding their nephew who had gone missing when they evacuated, once they were out of earshot, his uncle grumbled about how sad it was that he had not died like his parents, his aunt silent.
He died a little on that day on the inside.
But he made a promise that day. That if he ever got away from his relatives, if he ever found someone who loved him like a real family? He would do whatever needed to make sure that they would never want to get rid of him. And that he would protect those like him in anyway he could. He would not be like his relatives were.
History books would call what happened as the first day of Blood Week. A time when humanity reeled and people died and lived with a roll of the dice. The small town of Little Whinging in Surrey was hit hard by Abyssal aircraft on their way to other targets. None of that mattered at the time to a little boy named Harry Potter though...
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Waking with a start, Harry blinked as he could swear that he could smell the metallic tang of blood and feel sticky. But soon enough, that faded away and Harry could feel himself laying on something that rose up and down. Stomach churning a bit, Harry nonetheless did his best not to wake anyone in the cuddlepile and made his way to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to full blast and cold water.
For the next few minutes he splashed himself with cold water before supporting himself the best that he could with sink when he felt two warm arms wrap themselves around him. "Harry-Chan? Another nightmare?"
Just taking a deep breath, Harry nodded and swallowed some. "Y-yeah, Hacchan. It was another nightmare..."
Behind him, the blonde haired Submarine looked at him with saddened eyes for a moment. She of all people could understand nightmares and closed her eyes as she nuzzled him. Tightening her hug, Hachi sighed softly. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Eyes closed, Harry took some breaths before shuddering. "It... it was another dream about Blood Week, you know? Where I was live was hit and... and I saw people die. Including someone who was a friend of my Uncle and the Principal at the local school. When they found me at my relatives house, I was covered in his blood after a near miss..." Once more he shuddered some. "They were gone, my aunt and uncle. They took off with Dudley right after the initial attack without seeing if I was dead or not. They told the soldiers who found me that I had mental problems and they hadn't been able to find me. And... and when I was reunited with them, as soon as we were alone, Uncle Vernon grumbled about how it was poor luck for them that I didn't die."
Twitching, Hachi fought down the same urge she always felt when hearing this story. One to hunt down the black haired boy's relatives and show them her feelings on the subject. But many years ago, she had promised him to just drop it. Right now though, there was a more important thing for her to do.
And that was to comfort the boy she was holding as he fought off the last grips of the nightmare.
Her cheek against his, Hachi nuzzled him before gently kissing his cheek. "Hacchan is here, Harry-Chan. Hacchan is here and won't leave.
With a sigh, Harry twisted around in her hold before holding her as tightly as she did him. Almost immediately, his last shivers died down as he felt her arms envelope him. Both of them though understood about the past haunting them. When Harry had first come to Yokosuka he had nightmares every so often. He had tried to keep quiet like he had at the Dursleys so he would not get yelled at.
But Nagato had clued in and more then once he had found her in his room, hugging him. And more then once his tears had soaked her clothes as she helped him. They slowly decreased as time went on though, along with other, newer nightmares. When he started hanging out with the Submarines, and staying over, they had understood him. None of them had gotten angry with him if he woke up with a nightmare. Just as he never got angry with Hachi over the same thing. Which also helped him out the nightmare that came from Blood Week faded away even more to the point that it had been more then two years since the last time he had it.
It was also why he never minded when Hachi, on her worst nights dream wise, would sneak into his room and just cuddle him. Mainly because somehow, his presence helped sooth her nightmares and prevent them from returning. None of that mattered at the moment though as he was more concerned with spending time with Hachi and relaxing.
Eventually Harry pulled away from the hug and had to smile at what Hachi was wearing. Unlike what many would have thought, Hachi's sleeping clothes were a button up shirt and shorts. Oddly, in Harry's mind, they suited her. "Thanks, Hachi-Chan."
All the Submarine did though was shake her head with a small smile on her face. "You have nothing to thank me for, Harry-Chan." Turning, she raised her eyebrow some. "Iku-Chan? You can come in."
Moments later, the blue hired shipgirl walked in before pulling Harry into a hug. "Hachi-Chan is right, we're here for you, Harry-Chan. Never forget that."
Only nodding, Harry took a glance at the clock and sighed some. "Might as well stay up then, it's too late to fall back asleep."
Ruffling his hair, Hachi only nodded some as she stood up. "Hai. But maybe the two of us can just go and have a seat on the couch and read some books?" At Harry's bemused look, she blushed some. "Just for old times sake?"
Softly smiling, Harry gave a small nod. "I think that I might like that, Hachi-Chan..."