Author's Note- I've had several requests to do an adoptions of Harry Potter series with other media franchises. Now given my love of anime expect many of them to be anime related. Also this won't be updated too often, or at least that's the plan right now.

Gunslinger Girl- Mamma Petruska

"Go enjoy yourself he says, go be a kids he says, argh what a pain in the ass doesn't he realize its freezing out here," Petra groaned as wandered around in the darkness, while her handler got into who knows what. That dam pervert. So here she was on Halloween wandering around freezing her but off with more than a few people looking at her like she was crazy. What it's like they've never seen a trendy Russian Italian girl before. The faint sound of a baby crying slowly drew her attention to a lone house on the otherwise non-descript street. "Oh come on what kind of an idiot leaves a kid on a door step in the middle of the cold dark night," Petra groaned. She might be a combat cyborg assassin for the Italian government, but that didn't mean she still wasn't a girl and on top of that a human. Well it's not like I can just leave the kid here he might freeze to death or something. It's not like he is a Padania or anything.

"There, there, now stop crying little guy," Petra said picking him up from the basket, the hand written letter falling into the bushes.

Little Harry didn't understand what was happening, one minute he was with Mommy, then there was the scary man and a green flash. The next thing he knew he was cold, and Mommy and Daddy were missing. But it was better now, Mommy was back, but she didn't look exactly like Mommy. Now magic, chi, life force, the soul, or whatever you wanted to call it, was controlled by the users force of will, mental state, and feelings. Little Harry of course didn't know any of that, but he did know Mommy was hurt and he needed to make her better. Thus his first of many bouts of accidental magic flared to life physically changing the girl holding him.

"See all better now," Petra coed wrapping him tightly in his blanket as she made her way back to her current lodgings. The fact that she seemed to be slowly aging every step going completely unnoticed.

"Who the hell are you," Sandro said as Petra opened the door.

"Sandro what the hell," Petra shot back a gun barrel aimed directly at her face.

"I'm asking again, who the hell are you, and how did you find this place" Sandro said releasing the safety.

"You did, now could you get the gun out of my face," Petra replied.

"You know if you were going to impersonate Petra you need to do a better job," Sandro replied.

"Argh… I am Petruska you stupid perverted Italian man whore with a fetish for red heads and fostering illegitimate children," Petra growled. "Now will you get the gun out of my face before you scare the kid," Petra shot back.

"Wrong answer," Sandro said as he fired. A single gunshot rang out as Sandro found himself tasting the carpet.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, jackass. Did you have too much to drink with Bernardo again? Argh why do I let you hang out with him," Petra growled as little Harry cheered.

"Um, no…" Sandro replied.

"Hey Petra when did you get an upgrade," Beatrice said calmly entering the room munching on a rather large cookie.

"What upgrade," Petra replied.

"Um, Beatrice that's not Petra," Bernardo and Sandro said in unison.

"What, but it smells just like her, and she is beating the snot out of Sandro like she normally does," Beatrice replied. "Who's the kid?"

"Oh some jackass left him out in the cold on a random doorstep. I mean seriously what kind of a jackass does that?" Petra said looking down at the child nestled between her breasts. Wait since when are my breasts this big….. Using one hand Petra slowly examined her new and improved body. "Um this isn't some kind of new side unknown side effect of being a cyborg is it," Petra said softly.

"No," Sandro and Bernardo said in unison.

"Nuts," Beatrice muttered.

"Mama," baby Harry said looking up at Petra.

"Mama…," Petra said softly before falling down in a dead faint, Harry happily bouncing on her chest on the landing.

"Dang it," Beatrice cursed causing both Sandro and Bernardo to stare at her. "What I had money on Triela being the first one to end up with a kid. Now I owe Henrietta a box of some fancy fuu fuu craptactular chocolate."

"Well it's not," Bernardo began.

"Don't, there is no way in hell this isn't the strangest thing you have ever seen," Sandro shot back.

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"Ugh, what hit me," Petra groaned the morning sun rousing her from her slumber.

"If you figure it out can you give me some, because I don't think Harry is doing it," Beatrice said laying on the other bed bouncing Harry off her still under developed chest.

"Um, Beatrice," Petra asked.

"Yes," Beatrice replied.

"Did you slip anything into the food again," Petra asked.

"No why," Beatrice replied.

"Because I seem to now be about ten years older, and there is a child in the room who is currently looking at me and saying mama. This means I am dreaming or you put who knows what in the food again," Petra explained.

"Nope it's all real, and it seems he wants to meet his mommy," Beatrice said plopping Harry on her lap.

"Beatrice what the hell is going on," Petra asked.

"The hell if I know," Beatrice replied. "And I think Harry is hungry." Beatrice added as the aforementioned child began trying to work around the tank top Petra was wearing grabbing at her breast.

"Beatrice what the hell is going on," Petra asked.

"It's called breast feeding, sheesh I thought all mothers knew that," Beatrice said leaving the room.

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"I'm not in the mood for one of your jokes," Jean Croce said over the video call Sandro and Bernardo were currently engaged in.

"They're not joking this time," Beatrice said.

"Well then explain to me why they are saying Petra has suddenly aged ten years, and now has a kid," Jean said.

"Ok," Beatrice replied.

"Sandro, Petra says she needs your help. I think she is having trouble with her bra or something," Beatrice said pulling Sandro towards the door.

"Ok," Sandro grinned. "I probably should see how she has changed," Sandro muttered opening the door.

"Didn't I tell you to knock, you jackass," Petra roared as a shoe slammed into Sandro's head falling backward. "Seriously, you never learn you pervert," Petra hissed carefully holding Harry close to her chest happily suckling.

"Ok…." A stunned Jean said as the door slammed shut.

"So yeah, it's all true and I didn't have anything to do with it Mr. Croce," Beatrice said. "Oh and don't ask me why Petra hasn't had to use the bathroom or anything," Beatrice said as a knock sounded on the door.

"Don't start Bernardo," Sandro groaned picking himself up off the floor.

"Sorry, but we don't have any candy," Beatrice said to the cloaked figures before slamming the door in their face. "Man I didn't know adults went trick or treating in the UK," Beatrice commented as the door exploded.

"Trick it is I guess," Beatrice grinned as a sickly green bolt of light slammed into her chest throwing her across the room.

"Friends of yours," Bernardo called out returning fire.

"Why the hell are they my friends," Sandro said as four of the men dropped dead before a shimmering wall of light began deflecting their bullets.

"Because you piss more people off than me," Bernardo replied.

"How the hell am I supposed to know," Sandro shot back. "And what's up with the freaky light show."

"Because your girl went from jailbait to legal overnight and now has a kid," Bernardo said diving for color as the freaky light show headed in their direction. "Sometime today Beatrice."

"Ouchie, that hurts more than pissing off Triela and Claes on that day of the month," Beatrice groaned.

"Impossible," several of the cloaked men gasped as Beatrice slowly stood up. Now normally the sickly green killing curse should kill any living breathing human being, weird magical events aside. Now the spell was designed millennia ago to kill humans, and sadly the wizards never updated their spells to work on a truly modern opponent. Whether the wizards knew it or now Beatrice was a cyborg, and removed enough from humanity that the one shot kill spell would no longer work. The same however could not be said of human weapons which now had the power to break through wizard shields as the shimmering dome of light began to falter.

"Say hello to my little friend," Beatrice said pulling a pump action grenade launcher from her back.

"Oh hell, Bernardo what the fuck did you do," Sandro cried out diving behind the sofa.

"What it's a just a little toy to make her smile once and a while," Bernardo replied.

"An M79 is not a toy," Sandro exclaimed as a deafening roar filled the room as the shell detonated against the wall of light. A storm of metal shrapnel tore through the soft and squishy wizards creating a rather interesting scene that could have been a macabre Andy Worhol or Jackson Polok painting.

"Anything left," Benardo called out his ears still ringing.

"Define left," Beatrice replied.

"Anything living," Bernardo replied. "What your girl was into questionable fashion and exploring her feminine side and mine likes to blow stuff up."

"Got a live one," Beatrice said hauling a man off the ground. "Guess he got lucky with the shrapnel." Beatrice added as a large wolf like creature plowed through the gaping hole in the house aiming for Petra's room.

"What the hell is going on," Petra asked trying to comfort a crying Harry.

"Die," the wolf like creature roared, before Petra drilled him through the floor into the basement with an extremely powerful axe kick.

"Bad dog," Petra hissed glaring at the wolf man now lying in the basement. "What that's what Rico said to when animals misbehave," Petra said with a shrug with Harry clapping in delight. "Now would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

Well her strength certainly wasn't affected by whatever is going on.

Oh hell I think she might be stronger than Henrietta now.

Crap I better be more careful from now on or she might really take my head off.

"Impossible, you're supposed to be dead," the man said in shock.

"Yeah well let's just say cancer isn't the death sentence everyone thinks it is," Petra scoffed.

"Cancer….. The Dark Lord killed you," the man said.

"Well if she is supposed to be dead do you mind telling us who she is," Sandro asked.

"She's Lilly Potter, and the mother of hell spawn that hurt the dark lord," the man replied.

"I am not Lilly Potter and Harry is not hell spawn," Petra added. "Now why the hell were you trying to kill us?"

"The Dark Lord will destroy you," the man said as his faculties slowly returned.

"Harry meet your Uncle Sandro," Petra said handing him over to the confused Italian.

It has a name now. "His name is Harry," Sandro gaped.

"Yup, it was sewn into one of the blankets, and the tag on his shirt," Beatrice said. "So are we doing good girl, bad girl, scary girl, frightened girl…?"

"I was going with hit him till he talks," Petra said slamming him into the wall, leaving a body sized indentation.

"So the Rico method then," Beatrice sighed.

"Now are you going to talk," Petra growled.

"Rot in hell you mudblood bitch," the man hissed.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" Beatrice asked. "Because she is kinda bitch a couple days out of the month, and what the hell is a mudblood?"

"Beatrice," Petra groaned before slamming her fist into his face, the man's head tilting to a severe angle.

"I think you hit him a little too hard," Beatrice said trying to push the head back on straight.

"You'd better be careful Harry your mother is turning into quite the violent woman," Sandro said as Harry giggled in delight.

"Freeze," a woman's voice said as a new group of robe wearing individuals entered the remains of the house.

"For the record, they were all bad guys," Bernardo remarked eying their sticks.

"Lilly what the hell happened," a woman exclaimed.

"Yeah you are supposed to be dead," another person added.

"Argh, I'm tired, hungry, and far too annoyed to deal with this shit," Petra growled. "Come on Harry lets go find some breakfast." Petra said taking Harry back from Sandro.

"Oooohhhh I vote for donuts," Beatrice said skipping out after Petra.

"Now would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on," the woman growled.

"Well my niece Beatrice wasn't very diplomatic with these trick or treaters, but then again we didn't expect full grown adult males to go trick or treating on the morning after Halloween. They didn't exactly take having the door slammed in their face, but seriously blowing the door off was a little overkill," Bernardo explained with a slack jawed Sandro looking on in shock.

"And all of this," the woman said pointing to the dead bodies.

"Well you see our last posting wasn't exactly the Garden of Eden, and you would make an excellent Eve by the way, we kind of just reacted on instinct," Bernardo said as the lead investigator sported a furious blush. "Now that," Bernardo said pointing to the massive hole in the floor. "Was his wife's fault, but there were extenuating circumstances."

"Such as," the woman asked.

"Well this freak in a wolf man costume tried to kill her and their son, so she kicked him." Bernardo explained.

"Hey boss these guys are all death eaters and this one is Barty Crouch's kid…. Holy crap this is Fenir Greyback….. Well what's left of him anyway?" Her underlings called out.

"So I guess we did you a favor," Bernardo said.

"Yes, Greyback is, no was a notorious serial killer, and the others were all wanted for various high level offenses," the woman said.

"So what do you say we get some breakfast, and let our lackeys deal with the cleanup,…. Miss," Bernardo said.

"Bones, Amelia Bones, and breakfast would be lovely," Amelia said as Bernardo led lovely dirty blond out of the carnage leaving a scowling Sandro behind.