Chapter 1: Chaos

Born of cold and winter air
And mountain rain combining...
This icy force both foul and fair
Has a frozen heart worth mining

Cut through the heart, cold and clear
Strike for love and strike for fear
See the beauty, sharp and sheer
Split the ice apart!
Beware the frozen heart..

17 year old Sakura Kinomoto looked around in amazement as she, Syaoran, Meiling, and Tomoyo followed Eriol through the bustling crowd as they made their way past all the street vendors selling food, toys, and nifty accessories towards a large stadium. For their summer break, Eriol had invited them all over to England for a week to visit and to show them around his home country. He had first shown them around his hometown, Reading. Then he took them to Cambridge to check out the colleges and to also try out punting on the River Cam (Syaoran had almost lost the punting stick quite a few times. Meiling did no better; when trying to take over for her cousin, she accidentally got the stick stuck in a reed, leaving the punt to continue drifting along the river with five extremely embarrassed teenagers until another punter helped them out). For the past two days, he had taken them around London and showing them famous tourist sights such as the Tower of London (along with the infamous Crown Jewels of the royal family), Westminster Abbey, Big Ben (which actually referred to the largest bell inside the clock tower rather than the clock tower itself), and of course, the London Eye. Today, however, he had wanted to show them something more interesting, and for that, they had taken a trip to nearby Scotland. When Sakura asked him where he was taking them to, all he did was smile.

What shocked Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, and Meiling the most were the outfits that the people around them were wearing. They didn't look like any ordinary clothing, but more like...

"Robes!" Meiling exclaimed. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "And pretty tacky looking ones, too. Daidouji-san could make robes that look even more fashionable than those!"

Tomoyo grinned. "I'm glad to hear that, Meiling-chan!" Her grin abruptly disappeared as she glanced around with a scrutinizing gaze. "But why are they all dressed like this?"

"That's because they're not ordinary people," Eriol spoke. They were now passing through a tunnel beneath the stadium. When they emerged, he heard gasps of astonishment from his four friends as they drew in sharp breaths. The entire stadium was completely packed. Even more, they were all wearing robes!

"W-what is this?" Syaoran sputtered. He had never even seen anything like this before! Before Eriol could explain, a loud booming voice rang throughout the stadium, reaching every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Welcome to the four hundred and twenty-eighth Quidditch World Cup Qualifying!"

Cheers and screams rose from the spectators as they waved their flags. Sakura could make out the distinct sound of spectators chanting out names, as if rooting for their favorite team.

"Come on, I got us good seats," Eriol said as he beckoned them to continue walking. "Excuse me, excuse me," he said, switching to English as he weaved through. It took his friends a lot of effort not to lose him through the crowd. Finally, they arrived at their seats, or rather, Eriol showed them where their seats were. He then gave them all binoculars to view the game through.

"I heard that man saying Quidditch World Cup. What is Quidditch, anyway?" Meiling asked.

"It's a popular sport among magical folks," Eriol explained as he watched the game before him. "In the Quidditch World Cup, Quidditch teams representing their respective countries compete for a chance to win the World Cup. It is held in a different country every four years. The 2010 World Cup was held in Japan."

"Japan?!" Sakura, Tomoyo, Syaoran, and Meiling exclaimed in surprise.

Eriol nodded. "Boy did they knock the socks off of everyone with their elaborate stadium setup. However, this is only the Qualifying round for the 2018 Quidditch World Cup. I think that one is going to be held in Moldova. In the Quidditch World Cup Qualifying, sixteen separate groups of teams are formed, and each of the team plays against all the teams in their group over a 2 year period. At the end, the top sixteen teams go on to play in the Quidditch World Cup. Anyway, today's competing teams are the Nordic National Quidditch Team and the German National Quidditch Team. Both of them want to enter the World Cup, but only one can win it." Eriol then continued to explain the rest of the rules of Quidditch to them.

"Normally, non-magical folks wouldn't be able to get in to see this," she could hear Eriol say. "But I had made special arrangements to exclude you two. Li-san is from a well-respected old magical family, so it wasn't difficult to get arrangements for her. Daidouji-san, on the other hand, was much harder to get special arrangements for, because she isn't from a magical family. Anyway, you remember those bracelets I gave you?"

Meiling and Tomoyo nodded as they held up their wrists to reveal brown strings with black beads on them.

"Those magical bracelets allow you to view the game. Without them, all you would as non-magical people see is an empty, misty moor."

"You must have gone through such trouble getting tickets for us," Tomoyo said. "Thank you for giving us this wonderful opportunity, Hiiragizawa-kun."

"It's a pleasure."

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome the Nordic National Quidditch Team! I give you…Bjorgman!"

The crowd went wild as an orange-clad figure on a broomstick shot out onto the field from an entrance below the stadium.

"He's their newest member," Eriol explained. "Took over the Beater position from Asgard Pettersson, who retired last year."

"Anderson!"

Another player from the Nordic Team came out.

"Gustafson!"

"Keep an eye out on that one. He's the one who scores the winning points for the team. The Nordic Team has a special move of their own, called the Björn Blizzard,

that always guarantees them to score no matter what. You see, what happens is that the 3 chasers and 2 beaters do flips in the air to create streams of icy fog. This freezes the opposing keeper and allows Gustafson to score easily," Eriol pointed out.

"Hansen! Knutsen! Helstrom! And finally, Elsa Frostad!"

"She's also a new member," Eriol said. "Took over for Tina Lundstrøm two years ago when Lundstrøm married a Norweigian player, became pregnant with her first child, and decided to settle down with her family. I've heard she's a feisty one to look out for."

"Now, everyone, please greet the German National Quidditch Team!" the same booming voice yelled. "Welcome to the field Todt! Blijk! Brand! Fischer!"

One by one, players in violet robes shot out onto the field from a different entrance than the ones the Nordic Team had come out of.

"Fischer's new to the team as well. Took over Katrina von Glockenspieler's position as Beater four years ago. The poor girl suffered a nasty blow to the arm by a Bludger that prevented her from playing again."

"Eldritch! Wiel! And finaaaally…Weiss!"

The sudden loud cheering as the final player emerged told the five of them that he was the favorite of the players in the German National Team. It was also clear to them that many spectators were hoping for the German National Team to win.

"And here, visiting from England, our referee, former Holyhead Harpies Chaser and current senior Quidditch correspondent for the English paper the Daily Prophet, please welcome Ginny Weasley!"

A female red haired woman calmly walked out on the field, carrying a large wooden crate under one arm and her broomstick under another. Sakura's eyes widened when she noticed a sad look on the woman's face, but that quickly disappeared as she set the crate down, then kicked it open to allow four balls to burst forth into the air: the Quaffle, the two Bludgers, and the Golden Snitch. Ginny gave a sharp blow of the whistle hanging around her neck to signal the start of the game before shooting into the air on her broomstick so she could referee from above.

"AND THEY'RE OFF!" the commentator shouted. "Andersen's got the Quaffle, and he's passing it over to Bjorgman! Hansen! Ooh, looks like Brand got the Quaffle from Hansen, and now he's passing it to Todt! Wow, what a game!"

Syaoran could feel his hands shaking from excitement as he smashed his binoculars even harder into his face. He was sure he would have dents around his eyes tomorrow. The speed of the players was incredible—never before had he seen such agility. He could hear his girlfriend and her best friend squealing and gasping in awe.

"Look out folks, the Nordic Team is executing their famous Björn Blizzard!" the commentator shouted.

The five watched in amazement as the Nordic Team executed their signature move.

"And Gustafson scores! That's ten-zero to the Nordic Team!"

Syaoran could see that the German team were not ones to be so easily beat. They soon tied the game at twenty points, and before long, were overtaking the Nordic Team. However, the game wasn't over yet until the Snitch was found. For 20 long minutes the game went on, both teams fierce and unrelenting. A few times, Ginny Weasley even had to call out fouls against both teams.

"WHOA, LOOK AT FROSTAD GO! AND WEISS IS FOLLOWING CLOSE BY!"

"She's seen the Snitch!" Eriol exclaimed as he watched a platinum blonde woman with plaited hair did a sudden nosedive down towards the center of the stadium, her eyes focused in fierce concentration.

"GO GO GO!" Sakura cheered, jumping up and down. Tomoyo and Meiling joined her in her excitement, while Syaoran was rooting for Weiss. Time seemed to slow down as each spectator held their breath. Weiss had caught up with Frostad, and the two of them were neck to neck as they followed the trail of the Golden Snitch. Who was going to catch it?

Suddenly, Frostad lurched forward, her hand grabbing at the air in front of her, a split second before Weiss himself reached out. There was a brief moment of silence, and then the scoreboard flashed: SCANDINAVIA: 250, GERMANY: 200.

"THE NORDIC TEAM WINS!" the commentator shouted amongst the cheers. Sakura watched as Frostad flew down to the stadium and joined her teammates in the celebration. She also watched as the German team and the referee also flew back down.

"Alright, let's get out of here before it gets really difficult to get out," Eriol said as he stood up and lead them out while the half the crowd were still cheering for the Nordic Team's victory and half were expressing disappointment that the German Team didn't win.

"So what did you think of the game?" Eriol asked as they exited the stadium.

"That was exhilarating! I wonder if China has a team!" Syaoran exclaimed, still breathless and in awe of what he had witnessed just minutes ago.

"Unfortunately, no," Eriol said, much to Syaoran's disappointment. "You should probably set one up in the name of the Li Clan," Eriol teased, causing Syaoran to stick his tongue out at him. "Anyway, let's head on back to the manor, shall we? I had Nakuru-san prepare dinner for us."

Sakura clapped her hands together. "Wow, great!" she gushed.

"Hopefully the stuffed animal hasn't eaten through all of it," Syaoran snorted.

Back at the manor…

Kero was busy playing a car racing game with Spinel when he suddenly sneezed. "Huh, was someone talking about me?" he mused out loud. Hearing a loud cheer next to him, he focused his attention back on the game…and screamed out in horror when he saw what was displayed on the screen. In his brief moment of inattentiveness, Spinel had overtaken him to win first place. The little black cat next to him was doing a little victory dance of his own and also gloating.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kero screamed.

"So how come we haven't heard of Quidditch before this, or that there is an entire community of magical folks like us?" Sakura asked as they continued walking away from the stadium.

"Mother told me that when he was young, Clow Reed attended some kind of magic school, but she didn't know what," Syaoran chimed in.

"A magic school?" Sakura mused.

"Well, there are only a few magic schools in existence," Eriol said. "Clow Reed is of English and Chinese descent. Since China doesn't have a magic school of its own, he had to have gone to the English wizarding school, which would be Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland…that is, this very country."

"You know a lot, Hiiragizawa-kun," Tomoyo remarked.

"I did retain most of Clow's memories after all," Eriol said with a smile.

"Is there a Japanese magic school, too?" Sakura asked.

"Yes. It's called Mahoutokoro. I'm not too sure about the details, though, but I do know that they send out letters to magical kids much earlier than Hogwarts, that is, they send out the letters when the kids are only 10, whereas Hogwarts sends the kids the letters when they turn 11."

"Well then, how come Sakura-chan didn't get one?" Tomoyo asked.

"All these magic schools are for witches and wizards," Eriol explained. "Not sorcerers and sorceresses like me, Sakura-san, and Li-kun. We channel our magic in a different way from the witches and wizards, such as using staffs and weapons instead of a wand."

"Wand?" Syaoran snorted. "Like 'abracadabra bibbity boppity boo' kind of wand?"

"Not exactly," Eriol said. "But anyway, you and Sakura-san don't have to concern yourselves with that. You two are past the age of acceptance anyway."

"I see," Sakura said, looking disappointed for a brief second before shaking her head. "Anyway, let's see what Nakuru—" She abruptly cut off, her senses alert. Syaoran had also sensed the danger and was looking around.

"I'll take the girls back to the manor," Eriol said urgently. "Use your magic if you must, but don't let anyone see you use it! These people aren't used to seeing sorcery magic! Additionally, while they have heard bits and pieces about Clow Reed, they do not yet know that he created the cards nor do they know that you are his successor, Sakura-san. It is safer for you to stay hidden." Sakura and Syaoran nodded at him as he took Meiling and Tomoyo's hands and quickly teleported them back. As soon as the three of them had left, a loud boom followed by an explosion rocked the stadium. What used to be a few trickle of people exiting the stadium turned into chaos as people screamed and ran, fearing for their lives. From the explosion came fire that licked at the structure, threatening to collapse it.

"Look!" Sakura gasped, suddenly grabbing hold of Syaoran's arm as she pointed. Syaoran followed her finger to the object she was looking at and widened his eyes. There, gleaming ominously against the sky, was a skull with a snake protruding from his mouth.

"Hoeee…it looks so evil," Sakura whimpered.

"It must be the symbol of whoever is causing this mayhem," Syaoran gritted his teeth.

"You kids, get out of here!" An older wizard with orange hair shouted at them as he ran by.

"Come on," Sakura said, grabbing Syaoran's hand. "I have an idea."

They ran to a nearby grove of trees, where Sakura could safely release her staff without anyone noticing.

"Watery! Earthy! Put out the flames!" Sakura shouted as she tossed two card into the air. A blue mermaid-like spirit burst forth from the card, baring her fangs as she went directly for the flames at the stadium. Another spirit, one resembling a rock dragon, joined the first to douse the flames.

"What do we do if someone spots us?" Sakura asked Syaoran worriedly.

"Use the Erase to erase their memories of seeing you use the Cards," Syaoran said grimly. "Whoever is behind this would surely make you a target if they were to find out who we really are. They may see the Firey and Earthy, but they won't be able to tell who casted the spirits."

"Okay," Sakura nodded, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone somewhere was watching them. As it turned out, her instinct wasn't wrong. From another location, someone else had spotted them and was now watching with narrowed eyes.

That girl…

Once the flames were put out, the spirits returned to their card forms and flew back to Sakura's waiting hands. "Thank you," she murmured with gratitude before pocketing the cards away.

"Let's go," Syaoran said urgently.

Sakura nodded. "Mm." She then frowned. "Uh…how do we get out of here? Eriol-kun was the one who teleported us here, after all, since he said this was some kind of secret location."

Syaoran groaned as he slapped his hand against his forehead. "Damn that Hiiragizawa!"

Sakura couldn't help but giggle. "Hang on, let me see if I can make another Sakura Card like back then."

Syaoran shook his head while smiling. "You never cease to amaze me, Sakura."

"Mou, Syaoran, you're making me blush," Sakura murmured as indeed, pink hues appeared on her cheeks. "Watch my back, okay?"

Syaoran nodded as a bright golden magic circle appeared beneath Sakura's feet once again. Closing her eyes, Sakura felt the magic surging through her body as she concentrated on creating a new card. The last time she had created a new card, it had been her teardrop that had created a card. However, she didn't think that would work this time. She had to figure out a new way to create a card. Then she remembered what Eriol had told her.

"Don't think. Feel. If you wish it will come true. Many of the Clow Cards came from Clow Reed's wishes. For example, the Bubbles was created because Clow wished for an easier way to wash Kerberos."

I wish for a way for Syaoran-kun and I to get from one location to another quickly.

Syaoran was forced to send up wards all around them in order to make them invisible to others, for a blinding light suddenly shot up from where Sakura stood as a magic circle appeared beneath her feet. Without the wards, their hiding spot would have been given away. This was the first time he had ever seen Sakura in the process of making a new card, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't awed by it.

When the light finally died down, a brand new Sakura Card was hovering in the air in front of Sakura's face. The image on the card looked like some kind of whirlpool-shaped portal. On the ribbon at the bottom of the card, was the words "The Teleport." Taking hold of the card, Sakura continued to stare at it disbelievingly and in shock. She had created her second original Sakura Card!

"I did it!" she squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. "Syaoran-kun, I made a new card!" She looked down at the new card in her hands. "Let's try this out." She tossed the card into the air and held her staff towards it. "Teleport! Open a portal to Eriol-kun's manor!"

The card glowed as Sakura's words activated it. A door appeared in front of them, showing the drawing room in Eriol's manor. Both Sakura and Syaoran looked at the door, then at each other. With an encouraging nod from Syaoran, Sakura stepped forward and opened the door. Together, she and Syaoran stepped through the door. Once they crossed the threshold, the door closed on its own and disappeared from sight.

Once they were gone, the person who had seen them ran over to where they had previously stood, surveying the area with a look of disbelief. These kids were using strange magic he had never seen before, and that girl…just who was she? He vanished on the spot, determined to report what he had seen to someone.

He reappeared in a large hallway that was dimly lit and well decorated, facing in the direction of a door. A magnificent purple and gold runner with intricate designs covered the dark red carpet. On the walls hung portraits and paintings of figures. The man took a brief moment to recollect himself before turning the bronze doorknob.

He paused once again for a brief moment upon passing the threshold from the hallway into the room in order to let his eyes adjust, for it was dark in the room. Once his eyes were well adjusted, he quickly strode forth towards a rather magnificent looking armchair, one that looked fit for someone of wealth and power. As he drew closer to the armchair, he could make out a figure sitting in said armchair. The figure was pale, extremely so. He was also hairless and snakelike, with gleaming red eyes and instead of an actual nose, possessed slits for nostrils.

"My lord," the man murmured, bowing his head. "I have something important that I must report."

"It better well be, Dimitri," the snakelike figure, known to the wizarding world as the Darkest, Evilest Wizard Who Ever Lived, as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named because of the cold fear his name struck in everyone's heart, save for a select foolish few, was Voldemort. "Why aren't you at the Quidditch World Cup with the rest of them?"

"My apologies, my lord," Dimitri murmured once again. "But I had witnessed something quite curious."

"Something quite curious?"

"Yes, my lord." He withdrew a long black stick from beneath his robes and held the tip up to his head. Drawing the wand away, a long, silvery trail followed. Dimitri then made a series of complicated patterns with the wand before a large hazy cloud appeared in the center, floating above the table at which Lord Voldemort sat.

"Watch closely, my lord," Dimitri said, keeping his gaze on the hazy cloud as the scene he had seen just minutes ago played. This spell was of his own creation, and it had taken him years to perfect it. It proved far more versatile than the Pensieve because he could draw his memory and show what he had seen as proof. It showed what he had witnessed—seeing the two teenagers, clearly foreigners from the way they were speaking Japanese instead of English, running behind a grove of trees, thinking they were safe from prying eyes. It showed Sakura seemingly creating a staff from out of nowhere, though Dimitri figured that it must have been because he was far away to be able to see clearly where that staff had come from, and how she seemingly conjured a water spirit and earth spirit to put out the fire. Then she was chanting a strange incantation that he couldn't understand and for one split second, there was the presence of a bright light before the two teens suddenly disappeared from sight.

"The boy, it seems, had thrown up magical wards to prevent anyone from seeing," Dimitri explained. Voldemort nodded, completely intrigued by what Dimitri had witnessed.

The two teens appeared once again, with the girl seemingly collapsing from exhaustion. Words were exchanged before the girl opened a portal for both of them to go through. Then, the hazy cloud dissipated.

Dimitri turned to Voldemort, who was lost in thought, though his eyes showed great interest in what he had seen. It was clear that, like Dimitri, Voldemort had realized that though she was young, the girl exuberated powerful magic, and he could tell that the girl practiced sorcery magic, not wizardry. He knew what sorcery magic was from his travels when he was young, before his physical transformation, but this was a type he had never before seen.

"Find out more about the girl. Consult with the Japanese Ministry if you must. After all, they must keep tabs on their magical inhabitants, do they not?"

Dimitri bowed. "Yes, my lord." He turned on his heels and briskly walked out of the drawing room. After he left, Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"That prophecy…could it be?"

Back at Eriol's manor…

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! I MISSED SAKURA-CHAN CREATING A NEW CARD?!" Tomoyo squealed in horror, causing Sakura to cover her ears as her best friend's shrill voice rang throughout the room. As soon as the shrillness of Tomoyo's voice died down, Sakura slowly removed her hands from her ears and smiled sheepishly at the raven-haired girl.

"Don't worry Tomoyo-chan, I'll create new cards for you to record in the future!"

"But still, that is pretty impressive, Sakura-san," Eriol said. "First the Hope, now the Teleport. You truly are the strongest magician in the world."

"Hoeee, please don't say that," Sakura said, her cheeks red in embarrassment at the praise Eriol lavished on her. She didn't like the idea that she was the strongest of anything.

"Well, it looks like my dear cousin has a lot of catching up to do," Meiling said while grinning at her cousin, who just rolled his eyes.

"No one spotted you two, correct?" Eriol asked.

Sakura shook her head. "We didn't see anyone, and we were in a grove of trees away from the stadium. It wasn't in the direction that anyone was running towards."

Eriol nodded. "Good. It would be terrible if anyone were to find out about the cards."

"Why's that?" Syaoran asked.

"Because," Eriol explained, "the western world does not know about the existence of the Clow Cards, or Sakura Cards as they are now called. Because Clow had both eastern and western magic coursing through his veins as a result of his half-Chinese and half-English lineage, he was regarded as a gifted and powerful scholar of his time. It was said that upon leaving Hogwarts, Clow wanted to find a way to physically manifest eastern and western magic together. It wasn't until several years later that he finally succeeded.

Anyway, Clow has even kept the creation of the Clow Cards a secret from the Chinese magical government, and to date, few people know about the Cards' existence."

Eriol smiled as he looked at everyone, the expression on their faces showing that they were still taking in the information.

"That said, shall we go and eat?"

"Yes!" Sakura cheered, shaking herself out of her shocked state. They all went to the dining room to eat the food Nakuru had prepared for them (with Spinel mentioning as an aside that he made sure the food she made was edible). Tomorrow, they would be returning to Japan and saying goodbye to Eriol and his two guardians.

"Hold on, Ronald. Are you serious?" A bushy haired brunette asked incredulously.

"Yes, Hermione!" Ron threw his hands up in the air. "I thought it strange, you know, when I ran past them and told them to run to safety, but they didn't. So I stayed at a distance where I could see them but they couldn't see me, and it looked like they didn't want to be seen. Anyway, they were using magic I had never seen before to put out the bloody fire that the Death Eaters had set to the stadium. I had to use a sound enhancement charm to make out what they were saying, and the girl said something about stars or something."

"Stars?" Luna asked, her voice dream-like.

"Yes, stars!" Ron nodded furiously. "The prophecy, Hermione! Don't you see? It spoke about a child of the stars thawing a frozen heart and melting a great evil, and casting the world back into light! She could be the one the prophecy talked about! She could be the key to saving the western wizarding world from You-Know-Who's control!"

"But Ron, we mustn't be hasty," Hermione chastised. "We need to be quite sure that she is the one."

Both of them grew silent. Ron glanced around and sighed. "It's been 12 years, hasn't it, since…"

Hermione nodded.

18 years ago, at the conclusion of the Seconding Wizarding War and the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter had lost to Voldemort. As a result, Voldemort and his Death Eaters had cast a powerful Memory Charm on all of Harry's friends and supporters, erasing their memories of interaction with the Boy Who Once Lived in order to prevent opposition, and replacing said erased memories with false ones. Only a very few, which included her, Ron, Neville, and Luna, narrowly escaped the memory erasure, though they had to pretend that like the others, they, too, had the memories wiped in order to prevent Voldemort from trying again and actually wiping their memories for good. After the incident, Voldemort declared himself as the new Headmaster of Hogwarts. Had Bellatrix not been killed by Molly Weasley, he would have appointed her Deputy Headmistress, but then again, Bellatrix wasn't the kind of person who would want such a position. It was a position that wouldn't have suited his most loyal Death Eater. In addition, Muggleborns were no longer allowed to study at Hogwarts—those who had previously studied at Hogwarts were forced to find another magical school to study at or participate in home study. During the past 18 years, Voldemort had to reform the Death Eaters, for a great majority of them had been killed during the Second Wizarding War. Truly, the wizarding world no longer looked the same, and those who still retained their memories, those still part of the rebellion, of Dumbledore's Army, took up refuge in Hermione's home and cast a Fidelius Charm upon it. Shell Cottage was not safe for them because Bill, the Secret Keeper, was one of the ones affected by the Memory Charm and therefore, it was not safe for them to return there.

Then a few years later, they had heard about a prophecy, one that would stop Lord Voldemort's dark reign and bring the wizarding world back into the light. Voldemort had thought the prophecy ridiculous, for there was no witch or wizard far greater magic than he, as both Dumbledore and Harry Potter were dead.

"We need to find her before they do. There's no doubt that they'll find out about her soon and try to eliminate her," Neville said.

Hermione nodded. "Ron, do you know anything else about her?"

"Well…they were speaking in a foreign language," Ron said. "I think it was Japanese or something."

"Right then. Looks like we'll have to pay a visit to Japan."

"Oh right, like we're going to comb all of Japan just to find her."

"We don't need to do that," Hermione said suddenly.

"What? We don't?" Ron asked incredulously, but Hermione had already hopped onto her computer and was booking them flights to Japan for the next day. They had to travel the Muggle way to escape detection now that the wizarding world was corrupt. Even flying, which was previously unregulated, was now heavily regulated. All brooms were now required to be registered have Tracking Charms on them and no one could fly freely in or out of the wizarding world without prior approval from the Ministry of Magic. Any witch or wizard flying on unregistered brooms would be subject to harsh punishment. If there was a need of change, it was now.

A/N: Hey, I'm back with another Cardcaptor Sakura/Harry Potter crossover fanfic. This is set in an alternate universe where Voldemort won the Second Wizarding War and reformed it for the worst.