Harry Potter and the Berserker

Chapter 67

Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura. I own nothing.

It took roughly three and a half hours to properly explain everything about their adventure to Rickert and Erica - and that was including showing them the full events with the pensieve. It must have been even longer for them to process since the time spent looking into the basin was far greater than time passing outside of it like Harry, Schierke, and Farnese knew from experience.

Rickert had dozens of questions to be sure, ranging from "why didn't you ever mention you came from some other world?" or, "just how advance are people from where you came from?" all sorts of information a mind like his would want to know about.

Erica, on the other hand, seemed to have a more simplistic mindset. Her standard question usually consisted of, "there's a school for magic? What kind of spells can you do? Can you fly? Can you turn into an animal? Can I learn magic too?"

Looks like we might be having a new student soon, Harry mentally conveyed to Schierke after Erica had finished with her barrage of questions.

'She'll have to wait then,' the green-haired witch replied back. 'If we ever start up a school of our own, she can be the first to enroll though.'

"One question at a time," Guts had to quiet the two of them down. "My ears are still ringing and you're not helping with how fast you're talking."

Rickert's expression adopted a more understanding one. "Oh, right, sorry." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Erica."

The young maid simply pouted. "Yeah. Sorry. Guess I just got a little excited."

Yeah, that was fair enough. What else could they expect from a little kid who was always trying to look on the bright side of things?

"That's okay, Erica," Harry told the young girl. "But as you just witnessed - yes, there is a school of magic out there. I don't know all about it either, but I know some of the fields like transfiguration, charms, runes, potions, stuff like that."

Erica nodded, understanding his response but still curious for more. "And he's from the magic school?" she pointed a dainty finger over in Sirius' direction. The long-haired wizard barely flinched at having the attention put on him. Given his mischevious antics, he was probably used to people suddenly pointing at him.

"Yeah. He uh, came back with us to try and help out. I'm sure he'd be better able to answer some of your questions about Hogwarts."

Erica giggled at the name and Sirius sent a somewhat proud glance in his direction. Perhaps pride in being able to pass a curious kid along to avoid answering questions himself.

"Okay! But, Harry," it seemed she wasn't quite done with him just yet, "did you know we were going to have a lot to ask you? Is that why you brought this bowl thing?"

"Anyone would have lots of questions, Erica," Harry told her. "I figured it would help fill in most of the gaps of when we were last together and up until now. It worked with Casca so, might as well put it to how it was supposed to be used. And... just so I could remember as well." Once again, Harry had excluded the memory of that day, the vial still tuckered away safely in his bag. Rickert could probably make sense of it even if he was thoroughly repulsed, but there was no way he'd ever let Erica see that.

Erica tilted her head. "But... you're not forgetful. What do you need to remember?"

"Erica," Rickert sternly interjected. "That's a pretty personal question. You shouldn't go and bring up and unpleasant feelings when we've only just regrouped."