Disclaimer: Ah, the last time I shall say this. The holy magic of Beyblade
and Harry Potter does not belong to me.
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That entire day, Kai did not leave the small, empty room where Ray rested. The others came and went, stood and murmured to themselves. There was no talk of any sort; their sorrow would not allow it. Kai had sat down on a chair by the third hour. He sat there silently, brooding in his dark thoughts. He did not know when or how, but it seemed he fell asleep, his mind slowly slipped away.
After what seemed like the eternity he jerked awake, suddenly aware of himself again. For a second he stared about, hiding a frantic feeling. But that was only for a short second. Soon he regained his composure as his orientation came back to him. He was suddenly aware of another presence inside the room. He looked and saw a woman standing on the opposite of Ray's bed. She was tall, and very slim, her long silver hair dressed in a braid. Kai couldn't see her face clearly, for a dark hooded cloak shadowed her.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Kai asked tensely.
Slowly the woman turned to her and pulled back her hood. Her face was white as if it was carved from ivory. Her eyes were blue-grey, with an ever- shifting hue and light. She looked young like a new spring bloom, yet her eyes revealed endless wisdom and memories. Ethereal she was, like one from a time far, far away, yet she still looked splendid, as one of an everlasting glory. She looked at Kai with a faint smile.
"You asked for a miracle, did you not?" She asked softly, her voice melodious and flowing, "I came here deliver the miracle."
Kai was silent for a second, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. The woman spoke no more to him. She turned and placed an ivory hand on Ray's forehead.
"I will not let you fade away so quickly." She whispered, yet loud enough for Kai to hear.
There was a light, a splendid light that was brilliant yet not blinding, bright yet not cold, warm and full of life. For a while the room was full of light, before they slowly subsided. The woman smiled again and walked towards Kai. She dropped a string of pearls in his hand and murmured softly, "Keep this, just in case you chance upon something like this again."
Kai took it silently, not knowing what else to do. The woman observed him for a second, before turning away and walking out of the room. Her cloaked figure slowly vanished down the corridor. Kai stood there, still as a stone statue, until a voice disrupted his thoughts.
"Care to fill me in on everything, Captain?" It was Ray's voice, still calm, collected and smooth.
Kai jumped and turned. Ray was watching him was those golden feline eyes, a slight irritated look on his face. Kai stared with disbelieve, his shock clear on his face despite his attempt.
"Well?" Ray asked with a hint of impatience.
A rare, slow smile of true joy appeared on Kai's face as he answered, "I asked for a miracle, Ray, and it was delivered."
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Harry went back to Hogwarts only two days later. To his surprise everything was quiet. The sudden cancellation of the final for the beyblade tournament caused disappointment among fans, but no one suspected anything. Nor did the general public know of Voldemort's death. Harry was glad somehow. He was happy this whole business could be wrapped up so quietly. To most people, they will notice that Voldemort simply vanished without a trace again, and slowly the fear will fade as time passes on.
Harry found many things changed after the whole incident. He became quieter and spoke very little. Hermione and Ron did not press him. Harry could not help but suspect a little that those two are stepping back and avoiding him deliberately, but he didn't care much. No one else seemed to notice anything. School life went on as usual.
Along with Voldemort and Voltaire, the Blade Breakers also vanished. Everyone else seemed to have forgotten them completely, especially Hermione and Ron, who pretended they never existed. Harry couldn't do that. The Blade Breakers were forever on his mind. He could not understand them, even after his long, endless pondering, but his anger did subside. Sometimes Harry wondered if defeating Voldemort was the sole purpose that they stumbled into his world. He wondered if they were part of fate's great plan, part of the prophecy. But whenever his mind wandered to such things he quickly pulled himself away. The thing he needed least right now was to get stuck in some philosophical obscurities.
Three days after Harry returned to Hogwarts, he decided to talk to Professor Tate. He needed to talk to someone. Ron and Hermione would not understand, Dumbledore was never leisure enough for sentimental chats, so the only one left who seemed fit was his new professor, one who shared a strong link with the Blade Breakers.
It was a pleasant Friday afternoon. He found his way though many maze like corridors and halls before stopping in front of Professor Tate's office. He gathered up his thoughts and knocked quietly. "Come in." A warm female voice answered.
Harry pushed open the door and walked in. To his surprise he saw the room was bare, and a packed suitcase was by the door. Professor Tate was sitting before her desk, stowing away her books in another case.
"Harry?" She asked without looking up, "What is it?"
Harry forgot whatever he had in mind before and asked with surprise, "You are leaving?"
"Yes, Harry." She answered, flipping open a large book and skimming through it, "I have informed the headmaster a few days, and he agreed to it. There is no need for you to worry. A new teacher is already arranged, so you will not miss any classes."
"But why though?" Harry asked, confused, "Why are you leaving?"
She sighed, and turned to look at the boy, "Harry, the only reason I am here is to watch over them, and to help you in dangerous times. But now both came to an end, there is no need for me to stay here anymore. And also, I have much work to get back too."
"What work to get back to?" Harry asked insistently.
Professor Tate smiled wryly, and brushed a lock of golden hair away from her eyes before she answered, "Have you learned nothing of us through the whole ordeal? To put it frankly, I work for the Pentagon. My research work must be piling up all those months."
"Oh, okay then." Harry mumbled, then he gathered up his courage and said, "I was wondering, Professor Tate, if you can tell me anything about...about them? Are they okay?"
She stopped her work at hand and gazed into the empty space for a while before answering, "They are well, Harry. They are at some faraway places that I do not even know of. Do not try to find them, Harry. Their part in this world is played and finished. The story is over, and they have to return to their own world now. I don't think you will hear from them again."
There was a ring in her voice that stated the finality. Hastily Harry said his thanks and left the room. By the next Monday, even Professor Tate was gone, and a young witch took over Defence Against Dark Arts class. Harry considered sending an owl, but at last he decided against it. There was no point. Like Professor Tate said, the story was over and finished. It has ended.
Summer came with a blink of an eye. Soon Harry was back at Privet Drive again. Harry caught Dudley watching the annual Beyblade tournament in one of those hot, sultry days. He had nothing to do so he sat down and watched with clear interest. Dudley stared at him if he had grown another head for a long, silent minute. Finally he asked with a sneer, "Why are you watching this? What would you know about beyblade?"
To that Harry replied, "I used to blade too, you know? I was teamed up with the Blade Breakers in a very big tournament."
Just then, on the TV screen that reflected Dudley's shocked face, Harry saw the Blade Breakers walk into the stadium amid a standing ovation of thunderous applause. At that second he smiled, and brought his hands together.
THE END
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AN: Well, there you go, done and done. Finally. I thank you all for the warm and encouraging reviews. They were a source of great joy to me. I really love you all. Hope you like this ending. See, it's a happy one! No one died or anything. I personally despise tragedies. They simply depress me! Stories ought to have a happy ending. So I gave you a happy ending!
Well, here at the end of it, I have to say farewell to all of you. I will still be writing fan fictions, but not Beyblade anymore. This fandom has been depressing lately. The good works never get updated, and the not-so- good stuff just piles up. I will be off writing a bit of Greek Mythology, and Lord of the Rings, and maybe some others before I return to this category. If you are interested in those stuff, check out my new stories! I would love to see old faces (well, not really, names more like). Good day and farewell! Hope to see you again.
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That entire day, Kai did not leave the small, empty room where Ray rested. The others came and went, stood and murmured to themselves. There was no talk of any sort; their sorrow would not allow it. Kai had sat down on a chair by the third hour. He sat there silently, brooding in his dark thoughts. He did not know when or how, but it seemed he fell asleep, his mind slowly slipped away.
After what seemed like the eternity he jerked awake, suddenly aware of himself again. For a second he stared about, hiding a frantic feeling. But that was only for a short second. Soon he regained his composure as his orientation came back to him. He was suddenly aware of another presence inside the room. He looked and saw a woman standing on the opposite of Ray's bed. She was tall, and very slim, her long silver hair dressed in a braid. Kai couldn't see her face clearly, for a dark hooded cloak shadowed her.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Kai asked tensely.
Slowly the woman turned to her and pulled back her hood. Her face was white as if it was carved from ivory. Her eyes were blue-grey, with an ever- shifting hue and light. She looked young like a new spring bloom, yet her eyes revealed endless wisdom and memories. Ethereal she was, like one from a time far, far away, yet she still looked splendid, as one of an everlasting glory. She looked at Kai with a faint smile.
"You asked for a miracle, did you not?" She asked softly, her voice melodious and flowing, "I came here deliver the miracle."
Kai was silent for a second, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. The woman spoke no more to him. She turned and placed an ivory hand on Ray's forehead.
"I will not let you fade away so quickly." She whispered, yet loud enough for Kai to hear.
There was a light, a splendid light that was brilliant yet not blinding, bright yet not cold, warm and full of life. For a while the room was full of light, before they slowly subsided. The woman smiled again and walked towards Kai. She dropped a string of pearls in his hand and murmured softly, "Keep this, just in case you chance upon something like this again."
Kai took it silently, not knowing what else to do. The woman observed him for a second, before turning away and walking out of the room. Her cloaked figure slowly vanished down the corridor. Kai stood there, still as a stone statue, until a voice disrupted his thoughts.
"Care to fill me in on everything, Captain?" It was Ray's voice, still calm, collected and smooth.
Kai jumped and turned. Ray was watching him was those golden feline eyes, a slight irritated look on his face. Kai stared with disbelieve, his shock clear on his face despite his attempt.
"Well?" Ray asked with a hint of impatience.
A rare, slow smile of true joy appeared on Kai's face as he answered, "I asked for a miracle, Ray, and it was delivered."
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Harry went back to Hogwarts only two days later. To his surprise everything was quiet. The sudden cancellation of the final for the beyblade tournament caused disappointment among fans, but no one suspected anything. Nor did the general public know of Voldemort's death. Harry was glad somehow. He was happy this whole business could be wrapped up so quietly. To most people, they will notice that Voldemort simply vanished without a trace again, and slowly the fear will fade as time passes on.
Harry found many things changed after the whole incident. He became quieter and spoke very little. Hermione and Ron did not press him. Harry could not help but suspect a little that those two are stepping back and avoiding him deliberately, but he didn't care much. No one else seemed to notice anything. School life went on as usual.
Along with Voldemort and Voltaire, the Blade Breakers also vanished. Everyone else seemed to have forgotten them completely, especially Hermione and Ron, who pretended they never existed. Harry couldn't do that. The Blade Breakers were forever on his mind. He could not understand them, even after his long, endless pondering, but his anger did subside. Sometimes Harry wondered if defeating Voldemort was the sole purpose that they stumbled into his world. He wondered if they were part of fate's great plan, part of the prophecy. But whenever his mind wandered to such things he quickly pulled himself away. The thing he needed least right now was to get stuck in some philosophical obscurities.
Three days after Harry returned to Hogwarts, he decided to talk to Professor Tate. He needed to talk to someone. Ron and Hermione would not understand, Dumbledore was never leisure enough for sentimental chats, so the only one left who seemed fit was his new professor, one who shared a strong link with the Blade Breakers.
It was a pleasant Friday afternoon. He found his way though many maze like corridors and halls before stopping in front of Professor Tate's office. He gathered up his thoughts and knocked quietly. "Come in." A warm female voice answered.
Harry pushed open the door and walked in. To his surprise he saw the room was bare, and a packed suitcase was by the door. Professor Tate was sitting before her desk, stowing away her books in another case.
"Harry?" She asked without looking up, "What is it?"
Harry forgot whatever he had in mind before and asked with surprise, "You are leaving?"
"Yes, Harry." She answered, flipping open a large book and skimming through it, "I have informed the headmaster a few days, and he agreed to it. There is no need for you to worry. A new teacher is already arranged, so you will not miss any classes."
"But why though?" Harry asked, confused, "Why are you leaving?"
She sighed, and turned to look at the boy, "Harry, the only reason I am here is to watch over them, and to help you in dangerous times. But now both came to an end, there is no need for me to stay here anymore. And also, I have much work to get back too."
"What work to get back to?" Harry asked insistently.
Professor Tate smiled wryly, and brushed a lock of golden hair away from her eyes before she answered, "Have you learned nothing of us through the whole ordeal? To put it frankly, I work for the Pentagon. My research work must be piling up all those months."
"Oh, okay then." Harry mumbled, then he gathered up his courage and said, "I was wondering, Professor Tate, if you can tell me anything about...about them? Are they okay?"
She stopped her work at hand and gazed into the empty space for a while before answering, "They are well, Harry. They are at some faraway places that I do not even know of. Do not try to find them, Harry. Their part in this world is played and finished. The story is over, and they have to return to their own world now. I don't think you will hear from them again."
There was a ring in her voice that stated the finality. Hastily Harry said his thanks and left the room. By the next Monday, even Professor Tate was gone, and a young witch took over Defence Against Dark Arts class. Harry considered sending an owl, but at last he decided against it. There was no point. Like Professor Tate said, the story was over and finished. It has ended.
Summer came with a blink of an eye. Soon Harry was back at Privet Drive again. Harry caught Dudley watching the annual Beyblade tournament in one of those hot, sultry days. He had nothing to do so he sat down and watched with clear interest. Dudley stared at him if he had grown another head for a long, silent minute. Finally he asked with a sneer, "Why are you watching this? What would you know about beyblade?"
To that Harry replied, "I used to blade too, you know? I was teamed up with the Blade Breakers in a very big tournament."
Just then, on the TV screen that reflected Dudley's shocked face, Harry saw the Blade Breakers walk into the stadium amid a standing ovation of thunderous applause. At that second he smiled, and brought his hands together.
THE END
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AN: Well, there you go, done and done. Finally. I thank you all for the warm and encouraging reviews. They were a source of great joy to me. I really love you all. Hope you like this ending. See, it's a happy one! No one died or anything. I personally despise tragedies. They simply depress me! Stories ought to have a happy ending. So I gave you a happy ending!
Well, here at the end of it, I have to say farewell to all of you. I will still be writing fan fictions, but not Beyblade anymore. This fandom has been depressing lately. The good works never get updated, and the not-so- good stuff just piles up. I will be off writing a bit of Greek Mythology, and Lord of the Rings, and maybe some others before I return to this category. If you are interested in those stuff, check out my new stories! I would love to see old faces (well, not really, names more like). Good day and farewell! Hope to see you again.