Harry Potter And The Pure Hearted One

Chapter 3

(Did I mention I also hate writing battle scenes? I'm really not good at them)
After the battle, Oliver and Esther were breathing hard. Even Drippy was winded, and all he had really done was run around and throw glims to them every once and a while.

"Goodness!" Esther exclaimed. "The Conductor was right! The Imperial Jelly was much harder than the Royal Jelly!" Oliver and Drippy nodded, Oliver wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Those Jelly Teens weren't nothing to laugh at either, mun!" Drippy added.

"Oh ho! I bet they weren't, fairy!" They heard a voice behind them say. They turned and saw the Conductor standing there!

"Mr. Conductor!" Oliver exclaimed, running over to him. "What are you doing here?"

"How did you get in here?" Esther added. The Conductor laughed.

"Oh, I've been known to cause a chuckle or two! And the Fairy Godmother is quite a delightful person! And I only came here to see that you were doing as I asked! You know, defeating the ghosts of the beasts of your past, staying away from he who defeated and brought back the Dark Lord, things of such nature!" Then he tipped his hat to them. "Well, I've done as I said, now I must be off! Goodbye! And remember! Stay away from Harry Potter!" Then he snapped his fingers and vanished into thin air. Oliver and Esther exchanged looks.

"Harry Potter?" Esther wondered. "You don't think that's the one who destroyed Voldemort and and brought him back?" Oliver shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe we could check it out." Then he had a thought. "You don't think that Swaine may know anything? After all, Emperor Raoul must have thought that Swaine had magic at some point. Maybe his father taught him a little bit about Hogwarts and magic and stuff." Esther nodded.

"It's possible. After all, even if Swaine wasn't taught it directly, he must have heard something about it." Drippy jumped up.

"Then let's head off then, mun! To Hamelin and Thief-Face!" Oliver then cast Travel, and they appeared before the Porcine Palace, when they ran in.

"Aah!" They heard someone screaming. "Help!" Oliver and Esther looked to each other in alarm. That was Swaine!

"Swaine?" They called, running into the palace and into the main corridor by the fountain, where they found Swaine shooting at what appeared to be Porco Grosso! "Swaine!" Oliver called.

"Run!" He shouted, running towards them and pulling them away from the robot pig. "Run I say!" They got the hint and ran with him, right into the fountain, where the robopig tried shooting at them, but Oliver blocked a few of his shots with Ward.

"Swaine! What is that thing?" Esther asked, dodging another shot.

"It's called Porco Rosso!" he told them. "I was just walking through here, seeing what I could find in the kitchen for a snack, seeing as Marcassin and Harmony aren't home, when I see this weird black orb thing floating in here. So naturally, being the brave warrior I am," Esther snorted and he gave her a stink eye. "I went up to it and examined it, then this huge thing came out of it!" Oliver looked back at the huge Porco Rosso, then shot a Thunderstorm at it, dealing a bunch of damage.

"Well, we can't let it destroy the Porcine Palace!" he told the three. Swaine nodded, his face a little pale.

"Yeah, I think that Marcassin and Harmony would murder me! They already don't think I could handle being back at the palace for the week by myself. Knowing that I let it get destroyed, that would be a nightmare! And I'm not talking about the brokenhearted kind!" Esther stomped her foot, splashing water all over the boys.

"Porco Rosso could not only destroy the palace, it could also destroy all of Hamelin!" Swaine paled even more.

"Oh man! I'd never hear the end of it from Harmony!" Esther shook her head.

"Would you stop worrying about yourself and maybe think of the well being of your people! They're in danger!" Drippy jumped up.

"Then what are we doing standing around here, mun!? I don't want to be in this fountain any longer than I have to be! Nor do I want to get shot at by a robot pig!" Oliver nodded, then jumped out of the fountain and shot another Thunderstorm at Porco Rosso.

"Then let's show this pig what we've got!"

One Battle Between Our Heroes And A Giant Robot Pig Later...

A single Thunderspark from Gogo brought Porco Rosso down for good. Swaine panted hard, giving his Thumblemur a cake.

"Damn! Thank goodness you lot came along! Otherwise, I'd be toast!" Oliver and Esther nodded, equally as tired.

"That's another rift down though, mun!" Drippy told them, running over. Oliver nodded, giving Mitey a piece of chocolate.

"Yeah, definitely." Then Swaine stood straight and crossed his arms.

"So what brings you lot here, anyway? Harmony and Marcassin aren't going to be home for at least a week, and even then I'll bet Harmony'll be even more cranky than Surly. If I've learned anything about her, she can't stand being professional. Especially if there's no danger and she has to be away from her bed." Drippy snickered and Esther gave him a look as Oliver shook his head.

"We're not looking for Harmony and Marcassin. We were looking for you. We had a question, and seeing as Rashaad, Harmony, and Marcassin are away, we thought you would be the one to ask." Swaine put his hands on his hips.

"Alright then. I might know how to answer your question." Oliver slipped his letter from his pocket.

"Have you ever heard of a place called Hogwarts? It's supposedly in my world." Swaine's eyes widened.

"Hogwarts? I think my dad once mentioned it. Where did you hear about it?" Oliver showed him the letter that he got.

"This came to me from an owl. From someone called Minerva McGonagall." Swaine took the letter and read it over, then slowly blew air out of his mouth.

"Damn. And I thought that she had died. She's got to be pretty old now." Drippy jumped up.

"Oi, mun! Care to shed some light on the subject?" Swaine looked at them.

"In a moment. Oliver, we're going to your world. You're going to school."

(What's Swaine planning? Guess it down below!)