Harry Potter and the Curse of Jynshikyo

disclaimer: I do not own HP or Ranma, if I did I would not be writing for this site.

Time line: post DH, approximately 1 year or so

about the end of season 4 beginning of season 5 of Ranma (all continuity after that point is ignored)

Chapter 1: Muggles in the Neighborhood

It was a good day. Ever since the fall of the Dark Lord, all the days had been good days, even the bad ones. Harry had just stepped out of the broken phone booth that lead to the Ministry of Magic when a blur of red hair speed towards him and he was suddenly glomped by a slim girl.

"Harry!" she yelled as she started kissing him repeatedly.

Surrendering to the show of affection, Harry kissed back. "Nice to see you to Ginny," he said between kisses. "If this is what I have to look forward to, maybe I should do week long training sessions more often."

Her response was a quick kiss and to hit him softly on the back of the head. "You do and I'll hex you," she laughed. "Now come on," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him down the street. "Ron and Hermione said they wanted to meet us at the new Muggle restaurant that just opened up."

Harry smiled and let Ginny lead him to his friends, his mind thinking back to the the events that lead to this point. He was an Auror-in-training. Somehow, after the fifth year, he always knew this would be his life. Oh, part of him had wanted to be a professional Quidditch player, but that even though he was good enough for that, it would never be good enough for him. And so, here he was a week away from his first "real" assignment.

Turning a corner he looked a Ginny and thought of her. Although she was of age, they had decided to wait until she finished her seventh year before getting married. She had been insistent on that. Although she did not need to, she felt that going back for her final year at Hogwarts would be a good thing. Harry suspected that the urge to go back was not sentimental or even educational, the last time he had visited the Borrow he saw a half-hidden letter from the Hollyhead Harpies and knew that Ginny just wanted to have that chance he had turned down. He smiled, others might have been bitter, but Harry was glad that even if he wasn't playing, his future wife was.

That thought brought him to Ron. Over the years, Ron had always been there for him, and him for Ron. Almost like brothers, they were now about a year from being brothers-in-law. Harry never thought that Ron would want to be an Auror, but somehow he had passed the tests to get in. Although Harry suspected the new Minister of Magic pulling some strings, Ron had proven his skills in training, and had actually got reassigned to MI42. That was why he wasn't there with Harry, and he had finished his training about 3 days ago.

From what Ginny had told him, Ron had been spending much of his time off with Hermione, now a secretary with the Department of Magical Beasts. Ever since she had started working there, rumors have been flying that she was actually taking it over and was poised to be the next Department Head in less then a week. Harry laughed at them because most of them have her using dark magic and connections to the worst types of magical beasts to gain power in the department. About the only rumor he could see being true was that she was trying to get more rights for house-elves and working to normalize relations between wizards and centaurs.

His reminiscing would have probably continued, had not, when he and Ginny turned a corner, a man collided with them at full speed.

"Are. . . are you okay?" asked a sincere but kind of hopeless voice.

Harry shock his head and started to get up while helping Ginny up. The man, no the teen, for he looked no older then 15 or 16 also helped, apologizing all the while. As Harry dusted himself off he took a good look at the teen. Black hair tied with a yellow and black spotted bandanna, green shirt, black pants with ropes tied around the ankles, sandals, a brown backpack that looked like it carried as much stuff as Harry's school trunk did, and a wooden umbrella. The teen then pulled out a map and looked at it like he was confused.

"Uh, you wouldn't know where the Empire State Building is would you?" he asked. "I'm a bit lost."

Harry stared at the teen for a moment, while Ginny tried to explain that he was in London not New York and had to cross the Atlantic Ocean to get there.

"Thank you for the help." he said, heading in the completely opposite direction of the ones Ginny gave him to reach the nearest airport.

The two stared as the boy ran into the distance. "You think he was Confounded?" Ginny asked after a moment.

Harry stared for a moment more. "Ether that, or he has the worst sense of direction ever. Now, we better get going, else Ron will eat all the food in the restaurant."

Laughing, Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him after her to their friends.

The restaurant was small, even from the outside. Flag-styled banners proclaimed something in Japanese while a sandwich board in front of the window said in English:

UKYO'S OKONOMIYAKI

NOW OPEN

"Ron found this place the other day. Seems the owner was giving away free lunches as part of the grand opening."

Harry laughed as he and Ginny went in. Ron always had a big appetite, and ever since he got out of Hogwarts he had developed a kind of sixth sense about where to find free food.

The inside was just as small as the outside . There were a few tables, but most of the seats were at a long bar, half of which seemed like it was actually a skillet. This was actually proven true when the woman on the other side started cooking something for the only two people in the place, other then then Harry and Ginny, right on the bar.

The cook was a tallish woman with long hair done in a ponytail, a white cloth done up like a hairnet in the front. Her clothing seemed to be a cross between that of a cook and a solider complete with a strap across the chest with spatulas in it. The thing that seemed to attract Harry's attention the most was the large, almost three feet across, spatula strapped to her back.

With a quick flick of the wrist, the cook tossed half a heart onto each of the plates in front of Ron and Hermione. "Here ya go, Ukiyo's Lover Special. On the house for my first loyal customer."

Both Ron and Hermione blushed as she said that, especially with Harry and Ginny sitting down next to them. Harry glanced over and saw that the "pizza" was not exactly what he had been expecting when he saw the sign, but did look good.

"What took you?" Hermione asked as she started biting into her food. "Get lost from Ron's directions?"

Harry laughed at that and told of the mysterious stranger they ran into. As he was describing the teen, the cook, Ukyo, laughed suddenly. Harry looked at her in confusion. "It's not polite to laugh at people who are lost." he said seriously.

Ukyo tried to stifle her laughter. "Sorry, but I know the guy you just met, and he's lucky he only missed New York by an ocean. He never gets where he's going."

The four friends looked at her for a moment. "You know this guy?" Hermione asked.

"Ryoga Habiki," Ukyo said, "we call him the eternally lost boy. The guy's sense of direction is so bad that if he's trying to get to New York, we might see him again in about a week or so."

"Blimey that's bad," Ron exlained.

"You don't know the half of it. Ranma-honey says the guy took four days to find the vacant lot behind his house."

Hermione looked shocked at that. "Is he cursed or something?" The other three looked quickly at her, knowing that she would normally never say something that could let a Muggle know about the Magical World.

Ukyo laughed again. "No, just really bad internal compass." She smiled and then turned and started cleaning off some spatulas.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny said a few things to Hermione about what she almost did, then all four of them laughed about it. As they ate, they talked about many things. Ginny was curious as to who the next DADA arts teacher would be, while Harry and Ron asked Hermione if she knew anything about most of their friends from Hogwarts. Sadly, the only one she knew much about was not a friend, but Malfoy. It seems that after everything that had happened, Draco ended up seeing one of the few psychiatrists who knew about wizards without thinking they are insane Muggles. Of course everyone knew this as it had been the latest "news" from Rita Skeeter. And while all four of them agreed that it was a probably the best thing for him, they were slightly annoyed that it had become public knowledge.

Eventually it was time to go. Hermione needed to get back to work, Ron was taking Ginny to pick up her school supplies, and Harry still needed to go and get measurements for his uniform. As they were leaving, Ron pulled him to one side.

"Harry, this Friday the family has been invited to have dinner with our new neighbors, you know, the Muggle ones I told you about last month. Hermione is coming, but I was wondering if you could come to. Me, Ginny and Hermione feel that with you there we'll have enough people to run interference against dad so he won't make too many mistakes."

Harry smiled, "He's going to be my father-in-law soon too, you know, and I'd hate to have to be the one to take him in because of his enthusiasm. Of course I'll be there."

Ron smiled and the four separated until dinner Friday.

note: MI42 is a creation of my own. a department of the MoM, similar to, but not quite the same as MI5 (the British version of the CIA). MI42's job is mainly to make sure that any spying done for Muggles is done by Muggles and as such, is much less secretive then other spy agencies.