OKAY! So, I have decided that I wanted to try a Harry Potter and Sailor Moon crossover… only I'm going to start at year one. Usagi is going to be eleven, as well as Harry, and they are going to go to Hogwarts together… and it will be there where Usagi will discover her other destiny. Don't go saying I gave away all sorts of things, because anyone who really stopped to think about it would have realized that Usagi would HAVE to get her powers at Hogwarts. I can't really give anything away, because I've got no idea where the story will go… heck, I don't even know how it will start! So, let me just type away, and then I want you all to let me know what you think! ~**Rini**~ PS- this also means I might not follow the story line of the books very closely, either, but I might just be filling in what wasn't gone into in detail. ::smacks self:: I am such a talking person! I AM GOING TO WRITE NOW!
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She reflected on the past decade… all the events that had taken place in her life, which completely changed her from an ordinary human. It all started when she moved to England. Well, she supposed it might have happened anyway, but it did seem that if she hadn't moved to England it wouldn't have happened.
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She stared at the letter that had appeared on her doorstep along with the rest of the mail. It had no postage stamps on it, and was addressed most peculiarly:
Ms. U. Tsukino
The Pink Bedroom
24 Moonbeam drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Usagi wondered who on Earth would address a letter to her BEDROOM! It seemed the strangest thing in the world. But, like she always had done, she shrugged at the oddities, and proceeded inside to give her mother the rest of the mail.
Glancing up, the woman asked her daughter, "Who is that from, Usa?" They had only moved to England about two months ago, and Usagi still hadn't had much chance to go out and make friends who would have to write her. She had, however, made many local friends.
"I don't know, momma… I haven't opened it yet, and there's no return address," Usagi said, her bright blue eyes windows into her mind, showing her complete honesty.
"Well, once you know, I'd like you to tell me."
"All right, momma."
Usagi dashed to the living room, threw herself on the couch, and began to examine the envelope. On the back was a seal: in bright purple wax, there was a coat of arms with a lion, eagle, badger and snake in separate sections, and a large H in the center.
"I wonder what that's for…" she mused aloud to herself. She promptly discarded all semblance of calmness and tore open the envelope. Three pieces of heavy yellow parchment fell from the shredded envelope into her lap. She picked up the first, considerably smaller piece and scanned it. Blue eyes opening even wider, she read it again, more carefully.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Tsukino,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. The Hogwarts Express will leave that day from Platform 9¾. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
"MOM!" Usagi screeched, all pretended cuteness gone. "MOM! I'M A WITCH! I'M MAGIC! I'M GOING TO A MAGIC SCHOOL!"
A very confused Mrs. Tsukino appeared in the doorway. "What on Earth are you talking about?"
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" Usagi replied, slightly calmer but still beaming.
"H-Hogwarts? What is that?" Ikuko was clearly baffled.
"It's a school for wizards and witches," Usagi said, glowing with happiness.
"There's no such thing as witches, sweetie," Ikuko began explaining gently to her over-eager daughter.
"Yes there is! See, read this letter," Usagi prompted her mother, holding the aforementioned object out and waving it a bit as she encouraged, "Go on, read it!"
Ikuko looked as surprised as Usagi when she read it, only it turned out as a much different surprise than the eleven-year-old hoped. "Sweetie, there is no such platform as 9¾. You must know that…"
But Usagi was not to be dissuaded. "Listen to this, mom:
"As we know that you are of muggle parentage and will need advice for how to proceed to purchase your supplies and to access the required platform, we will list here some instructions for you.
"To access Diagon Alley to purchase your supplies, you must go to Little Surrey Street in London, and seek entrance through the Leaky Cauldron. Ask for help in there, and someone will be able to help you into Diagon Alley and to Gringotts (the bank) so you can exchange your muggle money for wizard money.
"To enter the required platform, you must simply walk straight through the barrier dividing platforms 9 and 10.
"You may also seek the advice of one Mrs. Figg, who lives on Privet Drive, to contact us and to help you.
"Enjoy the rest of your holiday,
"Albus Dumbledore
"See, mum! There IS a Hogwarts and Platform 9¾ and everything! Can we go talk to Mrs. Figg now so we can write back?"
Ikuko still looked very hesitant.
"Please?"
The woman sighed and said, "All right, let's go find this Mrs. Figg."
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A little while later, Usagi found herself on the doorstep of a house (number four) with her mother waiting in the car pulled up to the curbstone in front of the house. Hesitantly, Usagi raised her hand and timidly knocked. After about a minute, she knocked again, harder. Then, after what certainly would have been a decent time to answer a door, she began pounding on it. Suddenly it was wrenched open from under her fist, and having put her full weight into the last knock, she tumbled down into the front hall.
"Hello," said the boy who answered the door, looking at her curiously.
"Hello," Usagi said, sitting up on the floor with her stomach-length pigtails in front of her face.
"Um… er… is there something I can do for you?" the boy said tentatively.
"Is this Mrs. Figg's house?" Usagi asked, completely unruffled even after her very inelegant fall. She pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her bright blue eyes.
"Er… no. This is the Dursley's house," he said, rather disappointed. From her vantagepoint on the floor, Usagi could tell that he was fairly short, only a bit taller than she was, and he had very messy hair.
"Oh." Usagi said, not doing much for the conversation. "Well, then, I should be going now…" she trailed off and tried to regain her feet, but failing miserably.
The boy, grinning at her antics, leaned down and helped her up. "I could show you to her house."
"Oh, that would be wonderful, um…" she trailed off, not knowing the boy's name.
"I'm Harry," he said.
"My name is Usagi Tsukino, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Harry Dursley," Usagi said, looking gratefully into Harry's green eyes covered by glasses.
Harry tried hard not to laugh, and nearly failed. "My surname isn't Dursley. It's Potter."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I just assumed… I mean, you'd said that this was the Dursley's house…" Usagi looked rather flustered.
"It's nothing to worry about," Harry explained, "I do live here, but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are my aunt and uncle. My parents died in a car crash when I was a baby, and so I was sent to live here."
"I'm very sorry…" Usagi looked as if she did not know what to say, and indeed, she did not.
"Well, we should probably get going now… don't want to keep your-mother? -waiting, do we?" Harry said, stepping out the door and suggestively putting his hand on the doorknob.
"Yes! We should," Usagi replied eagerly, straightening out her light pink tee shirt and brushing off her knee-length gray skirt.
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Usagi and her mother perched on the edge of a couch, sipping tea while they talked to the elderly lady, Mrs. Figg. Harry had helped direct them to Mrs. Figg's house, and left them on the porch.
"So now they're sending students to me!" Mrs. Figg had mumbled with a small, true smile when Usagi had explained her reason for coming. After glancing over the letter and instructions, she said amusedly, "We'd best send them an owl."
"Excuse me, but what does that mean? To send an owl, that is," Usagi questioned.
"Oh, it's easiest to show you. Now, here's a bit of parchment and some ink, Mrs. Tsukino. You just write them a letter saying how your daughter is allowed to go to Hogwarts," Mrs. Figg said, laying the items down on a little side table.
Setting down her teacup, Ikuko picked up the parchment and quill and tidily wrote:
Dear Minerva McGonagall or Albus Dumbledore or Whomever it may concern,
I, Ikuko Tsukino, give my daughter Usagi Tsukino, permission to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and learn magic.
Yours Sincerely,
Ikuko Tsukino
"Here you are," said Ikuko, handing the parchment to Mrs. Figg.
"Guinevere!" Mrs. Figg called, and a huge barn owl swooped into the room, causing Usagi to shriek and duck in cover. "Don't worry, dear, she's perfectly tame," Mrs. Figg said, laughing lightly at the small girl's reaction. She held out the letter to the bird, with the words Hogwarts School clearly written on the outside. The owl snatched it from Mrs. Figg's outstretched hand and flew out the window.
"W-w-w…" Usagi stammered.
"Oh, that's OUR mail system. We send owls to each other. They're very useful, and they are much quicker than the post office. Now, I'd suggest you go to Diagon Alley as soon as you can, and pick up some history books while you're there," Mrs. Figg said. It was clearly a dismissal, so Usagi and Ikuko rose, thanked Mrs. Figg, and departed.
The day was July 23, a Monday, and the day before very unusual things would begin happening to Harry.
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Usagi and Ikuko weren't able to go to London to find the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley until the last day of July, and they had a very interesting time trying to find the Leaky Cauldron without being obvious to the ordinary people, who's lives were untouched by magic. Eventually they did find it, however, but Ikuko wasn't able to see it so couldn't enter.
"I'll just wait here, sweetie. I'll be in the book shop when you come out," Ikuko said, rather worriedly, and handing Usagi a huge wad of money. "If you need more, come and find me."
When Usagi entered the pub, she was very surprised to find all manner of interesting people inside. There were some old women in one corner, a pale man in a turban, a small man wearing a top hat talking to the very bald and toothless bartender, and several other people.
"Um… excuse me, but could one of you tell me how to get to Diagon Alley?" she timidly queried the entire room.
To her surprise, there was a small hush when they all glanced up to see who had spoken, and a tall man in the corner looked as if he'd seen a ghost. No one answered her.
"Well, I-uh-I really do need help. You see, I came here with my mother, but she couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron, and she doesn't know how to get to Diagon Alley anyway. It's just that I got a letter, and it said that if I came here someone could help me."
Still the silence ensued, and Usagi, near tears, demanded, "I can't very well go to school with no supplies, can I?"
She was expecting more silence, and preparing to turn was surprised to hear a rumbling voice say, "I'll help you." Relieved, she turned and saw the tall man in the corner had spoken. "It's out this way," he said, jerking his dark, shaved head out a back door.
"Thank you," she said as she ran to catch up with him in the back courtyard.
Seeming to ignore her thanks, he said, "Watch carefully. Once you have your wand, you'll be able to do this on your own." She watched carefully as he tapped a brick three times. "You have to remember three up and two across from the wastebasket," he said as the brick began to quiver, a small hole appearing in the middle and expanding into a huge archway. "Now, where do you have to go first?"
Usagi, however, was busy gaping at the long, white street that stretched before her.
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Okay, I know that some of the people are out of character, but if Usagi is, for now you have to remember that she's eleven. And I like the way the people act J. It works for my story. I still have no idea where this will go, but I guess that I'll have to put in all the school years, etc. This is only the first chapter, and it's already four pages, which is REALLY long for me!
Oh, in case you were wondering, I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own Sailor Moon; I don't really own anything (aside from Guinevere and the tall, dark guy from the Leaky Cauldron). I must tell you, though, that I have decided that I WILL change many of the happenings from the books. Sure, Harry'll still defeat Voldemort like he does in the book, and he'll make the Quidditch team and everything, but other stuff might happen. And I know that it's not very creative of me for her to have moved to Little Whinging, Surrey, but I'm not British or English and I have no idea what any places are, and I just wanted to get on with this story.
So, if you would pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease review, I'd be really grateful! It'd really make my day… I mean, come on, it's New Year's and I'm sitting at home writing because I can't get a hold of any of my friends… ::makes sad puppy dog face:: so review? I don't even care if you're hating this, you can yell at me and tell me why J ~**Rini**~