Read AN quickly and with exaggeration to get full effect.

This will be AU. Being in the crossovers section and on this site ensures that. I own neither boy wizard extraordinaire, nor the worlds in which they live. Their proper owners are not me, and therefore they are not my property. They are not mine, and as such I do not own them. They are the property of a rich man and a rich woman who are not myself. The people who created them and profit from their existence are not me, since I profit in no way from writing about them. Nor am I rich. Now I will stop talking like Mojo Jojo so you can get on with reading my story.

Prologue: Where? How? What?

The girls of the Ala Alba, plus a dozen odd others, are staring at the Welsh gate to Mundus Magicus, wondering what's taking so long. Negi was right behind them, having a final word with Jack Rakan and throwing out a few final farewells. That was fifteen minutes ago, and he hasn't come through yet.

"Dammit! What's taking that brat so long!" Asuna Kagurazaka, preferred over her proper name of Asuna Vesperina Theotanasia Entheofushia since it was less of a mouthful and easier to remember, last Princess of Ostia, Cousin/aunt/'who knows?' of Negi Springfield, shouts in anger; though to the well trained ears of her classmates and allies the undertone of worry for their wayward teacher and team leader is strikingly apparent.

"Don't worry Ane-san," Chamo says from Asuna's left shoulder, lighting one of his cigarettes. "Aniki can take care of himself, no problem."

"He's right Asuna, there's no need to worry," Konoka Konoe, contender for Moe-ist girl ever, says, putting her hand on Asuna's shoulder to try and calm her temperamental roommate and friend.

Yue Ayase, the Genius-when-she-wants-to-be-one, wierd-drink-girl, etc., picks this moment to pipe in. "Don't forget, the link to the magical world is unstable. There could be a lag for someone going through even a few seconds after the last of us." She takes a sip from her 'Pickled Prunes & Jalapeños' juice box. "Listen to the others, it shouldn't be much longer."

"I believe that's my cue." The girls all perk up at this, the voice of their kid teacher; though more than a few eyebrows quirk at the voice itself and the direction it came from. There was something off about the tone, it was deeper than it should have been, and it was coming from behind them, when the gateway into the magical world was directly in front of them. Upon turning around to greet/berate/fondle inappropriately their Sensei, they find the reason for the variance in his voice.

Negi Springfield, son of the Thousand Master Nagi Springfield, prince of Ostia, youngest English teacher in Japan, heartthrob to 99.999% of all females who knew him aged 13+ on two worlds, defeater of the nigh-invincible Fate Averuncus and Cosmo Entelekheia, apprentice to the infamous Dark Evangel, grown man…has gotten taller. He's now the same height as most of the 3-A class, at Asuna's eye level. He's wearing a new green tweed suit under a clean and unamaged mage's cloak. Oh, and his ponytail is sticking out an extra foot too.

The assembled girls, and Kotaro, Chamo and Takamichi, are rendered mute, if otherwise predisposed, by Negi's changed appearance, for widely different reasons. Asuna finally manages to jump through her shock to stutter out, "N-n-Ne-Negi? Wh-wha- how did you get behind us? And what's with the sudden growth spurt?"

Negi coughs into his hand nervously, then scratches the back of his neck with a weak chuckle. "Well, that's a funny story actually," he says, the slight deepening of his voice that accompanies the improbable height sending not unpleasant shivers down the spines of many of the girls present to accompany the reddening of their faces, and sends more then one of their minds down a highly immoral corridor. "You see, with all the time I spent training in the Master's resort, and all the backtracking I did during the festival, and the extra time spent in the magical world, I ended up living two years in the span of one."

Somehow having managed to pull herself out of the increasing spirals of confusion and lust that have caught her classmates, puzzling it out with her finger placed cutely on her lip (causing the desired affect of redirecting a majority of Setsuna Sakurazaki's attention from Negi to her), Konoka asks, "So…since you started teaching at age nine, and you taught us for a year, which became two years because of everything else… Then you're eleven now?"

"Erm, not quite. Yue-san was right about the time dilation. You all came back through the gate today, a few days before the end of summer vacation. The few seconds I delayed in the magical world allowed the gate to reset itself. When I followed you, though I was only a few seconds behind, I came out here a year ago. So I'm actually twelve now."

The girls are all frozen in shock and contemplation again, trying to work out the bombshell that their teacher/love interest/leader/money pit/shotacon fantasy just dropped on them. This is all emphasized by the mostly unanimous yelling of "WHAT?" and "A YEAR!"

It is Chachamaru Karakuri, the most level headed of the Negi-crazy girls there, who asks the very relevant question on all their minds. "Negi-Sensei, what have you been doing for the past year then?"

"Oh? Well, to prevent confusion, the Magus sent me on another teaching assignment," he says.

Asuna finally manages to come out of her shock enough to ask, "And that was…?"

Negi gives everyone his most disarming smile. "I taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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For those of you interested, read my other story "The Eagle Flies Once More," a Naruto/Assassins Creed crossover. Please Review it! I still need ideas for the next arc!