AN: New Story! Yay!

This one is an OC into the Harry Potter universe. Please like, follow, and review.

Hope you enjoy!

-Crystal Knight


Like usual sunlight pouring into her small room woke her. Brushing her teeth and combing her hair, Himari donned the uniform hanging from the exposed water pipe in the corner of the small room, walked downstairs and began tidying up the little cafe. Humming along to a catchy song she'd heard from the radio, she had just started to set out plates and napkins, when a dull thunk drew her attention to the front of the Cafe.

She blinked.

A barn owl was smashed against the clear glass of the cafe window.

Himari stared as the creature succumbed to gravity, eyes drawn to the slight smudge on the glass that remained as evidence of the mishap. After a few moments she shrugged and turned back to the task at hand.

"Hoo"

Himari shrieked throwing the nearest object she could grab. The owl let out a panicked hoot as it avoided the fork she'd flung wildly before turning it's glowing yellow eyes to glare at her accusingly.

Behind the owl the fork bounced of the wall and clattered noisily to the floor.

"Himari, are you okay?!"

"I'm fine Oba-san!" She answered her grandmother's call, eyes warily tracking the movements of the animal perched on the counter.

The owl ruffled its feathers, preening itself in an almost dismissive and haughty way.

Himari relaxed a little as the owl's focus turned away from her, no longer feeling judged by its piercing stare.

"Sheesh you scared me, little guy," She sighed putting down the rest of the utensils in her hand, "How on earth did you get in here?" She asked.

Her mouth dropped as it gestured at the open window in the back. She really hadn't expected the creature to answer.

"You can understand me?" Himari asked.

The owl puffed out its chest and turned to her with a look that said, "Of course I can."

She frowned at the animal's pretense of superiority, ignoring it she turned back to the pile of folded napkins.

"Ow!" a sharp pinch on the back of her hand brought her attention back to the blasted creature.

"What are you…" the owl dropped a letter in her pile of cutlery giving one last shake of its head before jumping up and flying back out the window.

Himari stared, and to thin she'd thought her life couldn't get any weirder.

She reached out towards the letter the owl had left behind eyes tracing over the emerald green ink on the front.

To Mrs. H. Fusao

The Unfinished Bedroom, Above Wisteria Cafe

6B Sunflower Street

Little Whinging

Surrey

She cracked open the intricate wax seal and unfolded the letter.

The first few lines of the letter caused Himari to choke, "Oba-san!"

"Yes, Himari!"

"Can you come down here please." She called out, reading the letter over and over again until the words began to blur.

Her Grandmother walked down the stairs still wearing her pale green bathrobe and slippers. Himari held out the paper in her hands towards her as soon as the old woman was in reaching distance.

Oba-san read over the letter with narrowed eyes her sun-spotted skin crinkled with concentration.

Himari watched intently as her grandmother finished reading and put the letter down with a sigh.

"Well, I guess this was bound to happen eventually." Her grandmother said tucking silvery grey hair behind her ear. She looked calm even as Himari was certain that her own face was in a permanent state of shock.

Himari had always been a little jealous of her grandmother's ability to maintain her poise. Once, as a young child, Himari had made an attempt to emulate the strict woman's mature beauty. By the end of her efforts, she had ripped a very expensive kimono, spent most of the day crying as her grandmother nursed her skinned knees, and was then scolded for breaking a very expensive vase.

Himari felt like that mishap summed up her relationship with her grandmother very well.

"What was bound to happen eventually, Magic school?" Himari asked incredulously.

Her grandmother looked sternly over at her from over the top of the letter, "Don't take that tone with me Himari-chan, it's unbecoming of a lady."

Himari spluttered, "Oba-san, did you read the supply list!" she gestured wildly at the letter

"A cauldron, they want me to buy a cauldron!"

"Yes, we must make sure that we get you a good one if the bottom is too thin, who can account for what sorts of potion accidents you'll have." Her grandmother tutted as she looked down at the list again.

"Potion accidents," Himari whispered.

Her grandmother sighed at Himari's dazed look, "Yes if I remember correctly your grandfather was quite talented at brewing."

Oba-san smiled walking into the kitchen as Himari sat down shakily on one of the counter stools, mind swirling with images of flying broomsticks, toad eyes, and black cats.

Unconsciously she grabbed the cup of tea that her grandmother set down before her, inhaling the calming scent of jasmine.

"How is this possible?" She looked up at Oba-san eyes still wide with shock.

"I met your grandfather when I was visiting family in Miyajima." Himari sipped her tea as her grandmother sat down beside her.

Himari had heard this story before, Oba-san had been the youngest girl of a large family of 7. Forced to work unsavory jobs, she was doomed to a mediocre life but she was driven and focused undeterreed by the limited prospects for young girls in Japan.

She had been quite a beauty in her youth, a fact still evident even in her old age. High cheekbones and her narrow nose once covered with dewy pale skin had been replaced with wrinkles and sunspots of old age, but she still possessed an air about her of beauty and grace that attracted eyes on the street.

Using her looks, Oba-san had managed to get herself training and work at a very prestigious Geisha house, in combination with working side jobs she had started saving up money for a ticket to the U.K.

The climax to her story had been when she'd met Kusuo Fujioka, my Grandfather, they had bumped into each other on multiple occasions before my Grandfather had worked up the nerve to ask her on a date. Oba-san had promptly turned him down seven times until he'd given up and apologized for bothering her.

Himari enjoyed the fondness that filled her Grandmother's eyes as she recalled the shock on his face as she accepted his apology with a date offer.

This story though, this one was new.

Oba-san told a tale of a desperate girl stuck at sea in a small ferry boat battered back and forth by raging winds.

"He saved my life, that useless scrub of a man flew us out of that storm, on a broomstick of all things." Her Grandmother snorted at the image, and Himari took another sip of tea only to realize her cup was empty.

"So Oji-chan was a wizard?"

Her grandmother nodded, "And so was your mother."

"Mom was a wizard?" She asked, careful to keep her voice level.

"The correct term I believe is witch," Oba-san said stiffly, Himari grimaced at Oba-san's face, pretending to drink out of her empty cup to fill in the awkward silence.

Oba-san always got touchy when the subject of her mom arose, and even though Himari desperately wanted to learn more about the woman who had brought her into this world, the look in her grandmother's eyes always made her pause.

Himari had been three years old when her mother had passed away. The only memories she possessed of the woman were of bright smiles and a lilting voice singing Japanese lullabies.

Her grandmother recovered handing the letter back to Himari, "Kusuo attended Mahoutokoro when he was young, and your mother did as well."

Himari looked back down at the letter, "This says it's from a school called Hogwarts." She grimaced, what kind of name was Hogwarts?

"Ah yes it is quite a prestigious school, when we moved to the UK we considered transferring your mother, but Kusuo felt the curriculum change would hurt her education," Oba-san said wistfully.

Himari refrained from pointing out that taking a journey to and from Japan every day seemed like it'd "hurt her mother's education".

"Well, that settles it." Oba-san stood up shaking off the last of the nostalgic weary look from her eyes, and gathering their teacups, "We'll go shopping for your new school things next week." She clapped her hands firmly in determination.

"For now, those napkins won't fold themselves Himari," She said promptly turning around and heading into the kitchen.

Leaving Himari alone, stunned into silence, surrounded by a pile of unfolded napkins.

-o-

To be honest, the fact that Himari was a witch shouldn't have come as such a surprise.

Weird things had always happened to her, like the time in third grade when Roger Herald had cut of her pigtail, and she'd gotten so angry that she had blinked and the boy went utterly bald, hair vanished like it had never existed before. Or when she had caught Maddy Cordon trying to cut off a cat's tail and had ended up with a new pet and a girl meowing instead of speaking words.

Or the time she'd gone shopping with Oba-san for some antique chairs and picked up a particularly ornate mahogany chair promptly dropping it when her vision swam until she had stood behind the chair holding up the slim figure of the Queen.

Himari wasn't so sure about the last one being a sign of magic, but it was either that, or she was crazy (Which she definitely wasn't). Although looking at the street around her, that was getting harder and harder to prove.

Diagon Alley was terrifying and amazing. The number of colors and people walking around in robes (and god forbid pointed hats) made her want to simultaneously scream for joy, and faint away in shock.

"All right it seems we have almost everything except for your wand and an owl."

"We're actually getting an owl, can we afford that?" Himari asked incredulously looking up at her grandmother.

"Of course we are, I expect weekly updates on your grades, slacking off is not an option even in a magical school." Oba-san scoffed, and that was the end of that arguement.

After spending another hour looking at all possible owl breeds and settling on an admittedly beautiful barn owl that they promptly named (With originality only Fujioka women could possess) Fukuro.

"Alright go ahead and get your wand over there. I'm going to buy some magical baking pans for the cafe." Oba-san pointed to a small shop. Himari squinted, making out a flourishing cursive sign that read Ollivanders.

Himari walked into the shop, the door squeaking close behind her. Her eyes widened at the shelves and shelves of boxes stacked high to the ceilings.

"Ah, how can I help you today?"

Himari jumped in shock knocking into a large stack of boxes behind her that promptly collapsed into a heap on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She yelped bending down to try and fix the mess she'd made.

"My dear don't worry about that." The white-haired man behind the counter smiled gently coming around to help her.

She smiled gratefully taking the hand he held out to help her up.

"So dear, I imagine your here for your first wand." The man said.

"Yes, um Himari Fujioka." She bowed slightly in greeting

The man let out a hearty laugh "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fujioka, as you could have guessed I am Mr. Ollivander."

"Pleasure to meet you." She said courteously

Mr. Ollivander smiled at her words eyes sharpening as he focused on Himari who felt uncomfortable under his piercing gaze.

"Which one is your wand arm?" The man asked.

"Right… I think." She said nervously as Mr. Ollivander approached her with measuring tapes.

"Are you a muggleborn?"

"No, my mom was a witch," Himari answered ducking as the man rushed by to one of the shelves.

The man's face lightened in understanding, "Ah, I assume she attended Mahoutokoro."

Himari nodded.

"Wonderful," Ollivander said, "Here then try this, Cherry, 10 inches, with a unicorn hair core, slightly springy, Cherry is a coveted wand wood in Japan." He held out a wand which she took tentatively in her hand, she gave it a slight flick only for the wand to be taken away a moment later.

"No, No, No," Ollivander muttered rushing back to the shelves.

"Um, Mr. Ollivander.."

"Here Sycamore, 11 inches, swishy, Dragon heartstring." Ollivander interrupted. The wand barely touched her hand before it was snatched back.

He paused staring at her intently in a way that made her shift nervously.

"Do you have any Seer blood?" He asked.

"Um, Seer what?"

"Yes, Yes I think this would work." Mr. Ollivander ignored her question, muttering under his breath as he disappeared into the back once again, emerging after a couple of minutes with a dusty box.

"Here quite an old wand, Silver lime was quite popular back in the days," He mused out loud, eyes misted with nostalgia as he tenderly opened the box and removed the wand, "swishy, 12 and a half inches, Dragon heartstring core."

The wand that was handed to her was a beautiful light colored wood irregularly shaped and carved with a raised handle. The instant it touched her hands the wood warmed, and a breeze blew through the dusty shop.

Himari thanked the strange old man and paid for her wand (with what she sincerely hoped were not solid gold coins) hand clutched tightly around the smooth warm wood of her new wand as she left, a tingly buzzing feeling in her fingers made her smile with anticipation. Maybe magic wouldn't be so weird after all.