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Mortuus Orbis	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 3540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, characters, or anything else from the settings in this collection. These include Street Fighter, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Kill La Kill, and others. I made no money from this work.

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The black-haired, green eyed boy sat in the corner of the room, staring into the distance as he contemplated everything that had happened thus far.
Harry Potter - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (https://i.imgur.com/TuopsDG.jpg)
Last Harry remembered, he was being introduced to what he’d inherited from his godfather Sirius Black. He’d been trying to figure out how to handle the matter of the house-elf Kreacher when, suddenly, he simply wasn’t there anymore, finding himself instead in the middle of this nightmare. At first he’d thought it was a spell (could you apparate somewhere else by accident?), but this seemed very different from everything he’d experienced since being introduced to magic, and try as he might, he couldn’t seem to reverse the effect.
He looked around once again, looking over the barricaded windows and doors currently being guarded by a tall, dark skinned lady with silver hair, wearing what reminded him a little bit of a motorcyclist’s leathers, only thinner and more tight-fitting.
She was sitting by a smashed up cabinet, leaning back against the wall, one leg pulled up to her ample chest as she continued to stare out through the cracks in the boarded-up windows, scanning the perimeter for signs of rescue or help.
The room had only a single unbroken chair and table, currently manned by another lady with messy red hair wearing a lurid yellow jumpsuit and listening intently to the headset of the battery-powered ham radio sitting on the table.
April O’Neil - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (https://i.imgur.com/QDds66Q.jpg)
A discarded revolver they had found in the cabinet lay next to her, its ammunition now exhausted after days off fending off the occasional zombies that wandered too close to their hiding place.
Harry looked back towards the black lady, who had previously introduced herself as the “Black Widow”, noting the resemblance of her clothing’s colouring to that of the actual spider, covering her from her neck to her feet. Not that her the suit left much of her sensual body to the imagination anyways. He’d never seen a lady like her, with glistering shoulder-length silver-white hair that contrasted her brown skin and dark suit.
Tania/Black Widow 2099- Marvel (https://i.imgur.com/gf4l3YG.jpg)
The Black Widow turned to see the teenage boy staring at her and gave a smirk before yawning widely and stretching, thrusting her chest out towards him and tossing her shimmering hair from side to side. He quickly averted his gaze, cheeks colouring, much to her amusement. There was a sigh of material flexing as she stood up, marching across the room towards one of the other windows. Harry felt his gaze fall down to the black woman’s big butt, and couldn’t be sure if it was his imagination, or if the Black Widow had added a little sway to her hips as she walked across the room.
She’d been doing this since not long after he’d arrived in wherever this place was, stretching, brushing against him in the narrow hallway so that he got squashed up against the wall by her curvy body. He didn’t know how much more he could stand. The girls at Hogwarts hadn’t been this interested in him, or if they were then they definitely weren’t so… overt about it. Harry wasn’t entirely sure what reaction he should be having.
While initially frightened of this new world as well as for his life, the boy’s terror had eventually given way to boredom after being hunkered down in the barricaded building for several days, only broken by the occasional zombie trying to force its way in. He’d amused the two women with a little magic at first, though he found it interesting that neither woman seemed completely taken aback by him, for instance, levitating something. He wondered what their lives had been like before all this.
Unfortunately, whatever novelty the magic had had since worn off. At the moment, Harry was hungry as well as bored, two things that neither lady was willing to satisfy at the moment, both without food and preoccupied with their other duties.
Without a word, Harry stood up and began walking towards the door that opened into the hallway.
“Careful, kid,” said the Black Widow. “Something could’ve gotten in upstairs. I can’t go back there to keep an eye on you.”
“It’s alright,” Harry replied, flushing a little under the powerful woman’s gaze. “I’ll keep from the doors and windows.” The Black Widow raised an eyebrow, seemingly not convinced.
“If worst comes to worst,” he added, holding up his wand, “I can do a lot more than just make things hover.”
The curvaceous woman gave a sigh and turned back to the window to continue watching through the cracks. “Fine.”
Harry continued to stare at her for awhile, before turning back to the door and opening it.
Through the door was the hallway, lined by three additional rooms, two on the left and one on the right, which was shut. He slowly shuffled forwards, his imagination running wild conjuring slavering horrors that could be waiting for him behind each door. In spite of what he’d said earlier, he still wasn’t eager to test his magic against whatever this world might spring on him next. As he moved forward, he stopped just before the first doorway entrance, before peeking his head in to ensure no monsters or open windows. To his luck, the first room had only a single bed, though without a mattress and curtains covering the windows.
He continued to explore, arriving at the second room, which was a bathroom with naught a window nor soul in sight.
He finally turned to the closed door behind him. Turning the knob, the door creaked as he slowly pushed it open, peering into the darkened room beyond, a kitchen, with the curtain over the window pulled closed.
Looking around the tiny kitchen, his green eyes passed over the stove and the utensils scattered around counter tops, briefly alighting on a strange, copper-coloured vase that was sitting on the countertop.
He glanced around, puzzled, then tensed as he noticed the large reddish-brown smear on the floor next to the counter. By the looks of it, someone had fallen over and then been dragged away. Harry wondered if the strange vase had belonged to whoever had made the bloodstain.
He shivered, and not just from the cold that permeated the house.
Bending down, he quickly started rummaging through the cupboards in search of something he could have to eat. To his delight, he found a half-empty bag of sliced bread that miraculously hadn’t yet gone moldy, and a plastic jar with a yellow cap. Unscrewing the cover, he took a cautious sniff, a small smile spreading across his face as the familiar malty smell filled his nostrils. He’d had the stuff sometimes before, and quite liked it. Harry shook his head; he’d never expected to have fond memories of life at the Dursley’s.
Setting the bag and the spread on the counter, he began searching through the drawers for a butter knife. Grabbing one, he set it on the counter so that he could set to work on the tightly-wrapped bread bag, not noticing that he’d put the knife down in a small puddle of a strange black liquid that had oozed out of the vase.
Picking the knife back up and not noticing the black goo coating the blade, he dug it into the jar and began spreading it all over a slice of bread. Barely even bothering to chew, he devoured the snack, wolfing down the half-made sandwich. Once his hunger had receded somewhat, he hastily left the room, not bothering to replace any of the items he’d taken out and headed back to the front room.
As he arrived, he caught the attention of the Black Widow, who hadn’t moved an inch from her spot by the window.
“Have fun?” she drawled teasingly.
“More than I could stand,” he joked, or at least tried to, still feeling somewhat reluctant to let himself look at her.
Before the Black Widow could respond, the radio gave a harsh burst of static, stirring a half asleep April into action.
“Uh, yes, this is April, can anyone hear me!?” she called into the microphone.
“This is Ash,” the radio buzzed, in what sounded like a woman’s voice. “We’re closing in on your position, just hang in there, we won’t be much longer now.”
“Thank you, we will be ready and waiting, over and out!” April excitedly replied.
The Black Widow had remained motionless as the brief conversation had gone on, and now she stood up from her seat by the window and walked over to April, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Then she turned towards Harry and slowly strode forward, ensuring that her hips swayed from side to side with every step, stopping right in front of the boy, so close that he could see her lips, wet and glistening as she looked at him. He wondered what it would feel like to kiss them. The Black Widow leaned towards him until the firm swell of her breasts was nearly touching him. Harry’s breathing became ragged. His eyes nervously darted towards April, who had her full attention still on the radio, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
The Black Widow slowly raised a hand to caress his reddening cheek, the feather-light material of her glove drifting across his heated flesh like a delicate breath, when suddenly one of the planks broke off the window, making them all jump.
A pallid, greyish-coloured arm flailed about through the gap it had just made, attempting to claw its way in. Judging by the loud crashes and bangs of fists striking the boards they had hammered over the front door, more zombies were swarming the building, each trying to claw its way inside.
“Damn it,” the Black Widow cursed, turning away from Harry and cracking her knuckles.
April immediately jumped up, grabbing the long metal pipe she’d had propped against the wall for just this occasion and held it nervously to her chest. The Black Widow clenched her fist, a long, curved blade extending out of the gauntlet strapped to her forearm, and punched it through the gap in the boards. Harry couldn’t see if she hit anything, but there was a gurgling snarl and she when she withdrew the blade it was glistening with foul juices.
More of the boards over the windows were smashed apart by the unrelenting force of the zombie attacks, their rotting arms reaching through the gap and clawing at the air as they strained to reach the living flesh they could sense within. April dashed forward, whacking at the arms clawing their way in with her pipe, and managing to break one. Before she could move on to the next arm, one of their hands caught hold onto her sleeve, ripping it away as she pulled free.
Soon, more barricades were torn down, and the zombies began to slip through the spaces, one by one. The Black Widow was doing her best to push them back, stabbing the long blades on her gauntlets through their eye sockets and open mouths to try and destroy their brains, the only way she’d found that would stop them. Steeling himself, Harry drew his wand and stepped forward.
“Stand back,” he said, and the Black Widow stepped away, allowing him to point the wand at one zombie beginning to crawl in through a window. “Rictusempra!” The walking corpse didn’t even seem to notice, rising shakily to its feet and advancing into the room.
Why had he thought that a dead person would react to the tickling charm? He looked over at the Black Widow again.
“Let me…er…try that again,” he said, stepping back to avoid the creature’s grasping hands before pointing the wand at it again. “Expelliarmus!” A bolt of yellow-white energy shot from the wand and slammed into the zombie’s chest, making it stagger. The Black Widow darted forward and stabbed the thing through the head before it could recover, pausing to look back at Harry, a little smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
“Not bad, kid,” she said, and Harry fought not to blush. “Can you do that again?”
“Oh, I can do this all night,” Harry said, before realizing how that had sounded. He wasn’t really used to trying to sound cool in front of girls. Instead of laughing, the Black Widow’s smile widened.
“I bet you can, kid,” she said, and the way she said it, there was no way Harry could avoid blushing this time.
Any further conversation, however, was interrupted by the loud cracking of further zombies forcing their way in.
They crawled and squeezed through the smashed door and through the gaps they’d forced in the windows, attempting to get a hold onto one of them. Harry assisted as he could, but unfortunately his disarming charm only knocked the zombies back; it was unable to damage them much. Despite her martial prowess and skills, even the Black Widow soon found herself overwhelmed. April struggled to push them back, her jumpsuit ripped in multiple places where zombies had clawed at her.
Then the wall blew into splinters with a BANG that made Harry flinch, bullets blasting through the cloud of smoke and splinters to rip the zombies apart. Two women, both armed with guns, advanced into the building tearing zombies apart with precise bursts of gunfire.
Help had finally arrived.
One of them advancing through the doorway wore full black combat gear, her eyes covered by mirrored shades. She dropped a smoking grenade launcher, presumably what she had blown the door open with, letting it swing back on its strap as she brought her own machine-gun to bear.
The other on her left was a taller lady with hair pulled back into an austere bun, and who was wearing a more flamboyant and yet strangely old-fashioned outfit, a greatcoat over a red waistcoat and high boots.
She put a bullet through the head of a zombie that April had backed into the corner, and looked over to them.
“Come with us if you want to live,” she ordered, her sharp, upper-class tone brooking no argument, and the three of them were quick to follow their two rescuers outside just in time to see a woman wielding a gnarled wooden staff blasting a crowd of zombies advancing up the street with a sizzling ball of flames she conjured out of thin air.
The magical attack reduced most of the zombies to charred husks, but two at the far edge of the group remained. The woman in combat gear stepped forward, waving aside the magic user, and brought her automatic weapon up. A precise three round burst tore through the head of one of the remaining zombies, and she advanced on the other one. It reached forward, decaying hands grasping for her, but the cop —Harry thought she looked like someone from a Muggle police movie— sidestepped the creature’s attempted grab and swept one of its legs out from under it. The unbalanced zombie collapsed, and she flipped it onto its stomach, kneeling down on its back and binding its arms and legs with what looked like zip ties. After securing its limbs to each other, she reached behind her and pulled a thick bag from her belt, slipping it over the creature’s head and tying a knot in the back so it wouldn’t come off.
With all the zombies dispatched, Harry looked over to the other woman, a fellow student of magic, obviously, who’d used the fire. She had red hair and wore a large witch’s hat, as well as a very low-cut dress that left little of her positively gigantic breasts to his imagination.
Before, they could exchange any words, a series of blood-chilling shrieks drew their eyes skyward. A group of hideous bat-winged monsters were bearing down on their location and once again the adult women stirred into action, preparing to take them on.
Before they could engage, the demons were suddenly ensnared one after the other by what appeared to be webs, gobbets flying at them that stuck wings together or flexible strands that trapped them against their bodies. The demons begin plunging from the sky, their wings immobile and useless. They hit the ground hard, thin bones shattering on impact, and those that survived were gunned down by the tall woman and her cap-wearing comrade.
Harry noticed that some of the threads binding the dead demons were white, and others grey in color. He was wondering what this might mean when he heard another scream from the sky, only this time it sounded like a woman. Turning towards the direction of the scream, he saw an asian woman with her hair bound up into two buns on either side of her head plunging down feet first onto one of the still living demons, slamming its head against the ground and killing it instantly.
She was soon followed by two other ladies, both swinging through the air on the same strands of webbing that had shot the demons down, landing next to the fearsome asian woman. One, a similarly dark-haired asian woman, though not as muscular as the first and with hair that hung loose around her face somehow stayed stuck to the wall by the palms of her hands. The other was tall and curvy, wearing a glossy black suit that seemed so tight as to have been painted on. The wide, blank white eyes of her mask watched them carefully beneath her crimson-red bangs.
The first group continued to stare in astonishment at the three new arrivals, Harry worriedly peering out from behind April.
“Quite the entrance there,” April said, breaking the silence.
“Thank you,” said the muscular asian woman. “I’m a police officer, my name is Chun-Li.”
“I’m Cindy,” the lady stuck to the wall added.
“Spinneret,” the red-haired woman said stiffly.
“Thanks for the assist,” Ash said, sounding glad to meet further friendly faces. “I’m Ash, that’s Isabeau,” she nodded to the tall, straight-backed woman with the posh accent. “And, uh…”
“It can be a dangerous thing for a witch to reveal her true name,” said the woman in the pointy hat with a small smile. “I am a Sorceress, and you should refer to me as such.”
The Sorceress - Dragon’s Crown (https://i.imgur.com/LoKMVll.png)
“We’re more than happy to help,” Chun Li replied. “We’ve wanted to take revenge on those creatures for a while now.”
“We have shelter,” Ash said, pushing up her glasses to rub at tired eyes. “You’re more than welcome to come along,” she said to the new group.
Quickly they clustered together, following Ash and Isabeau as they began to retrace their steps towards what they hoped would be a safe place, Ash dragging the captive zombie behind herself. As they walked, Harry moved over to the Black Widow’s side, moving through the spaces between the women until he was right next to her. She looked over at him and gave a small smirk. She caught his shoulder with her hand and squeezed it fondly.
“You’re a tough kid, you know that?” she teased. “Anyone else your age would be crying their eyes out by now.”
Harry rolled his eyes at the joke. Nonetheless, he would take the compliment, and he felt himself smile again in spite of the nervousness from being so close to her.
“I was, um, wondering…” he began, trying to keep his nerves from tongue-tying him.
“Yeah?” The Black Widow said, raising an eyebrow.
“What’s your name? I mean, I know everyone else’s name except yours, and it seems a bit odd to, um… You know. Keep it a secret.”
A thoughtful expression crossed the woman’s face, but then she smiled and leaned down towards him.
“Tell you what. Come with me when we get back to the bunker, and you can get to know all about me. Do you want to do that?”
Harry’s mouth went dry, and he nodded eagerly, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
This was going considerably better than his interactions with the girls at Hogwarts.
Art in this chapter is from chris-dandelion (https://www.deviantart.com/chris-dandelion/art/Harry-and-the-Half-Blood-130952117) DaveRopza (https://www.deviantart.com/daverapoza/art/April-O-Neil-202996505), and Yukiko Kirai
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