Err... Hi. I admit it, I'm a horrible at updating. I promise I will eventually finish my other stories, but they will be slow coming. I'm rather happy with this story. As far as things go, I've never seen something like what I hope to do ever before, so it should be relatively original. This is very much in the rough, so I just have general ideas what I want to do with it plot-wise. Pairs I am more than happy to hear suggestions for. I do not promise to use the more popular one. I tend to do weird things.
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Incarnate
It was the last week of Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts and he did not want to go back to the Dursley's. At all. As far as he was concerned, school could go on forever. Who needs summer break? Not him, certainly. He would gladly take Snape over the Dursley's. Okay, maybe that was pushing it a bit. Snape should definitely go on holiday for the next few years.
This was running through his head as he tried to unobtrusively observe the very unique individual seated at Professor Dumbledore's right. She had green hair. He couldn't quite get over that. Neither could all the teachers sitting at the table. In fact, all but one teacher was there, and all were attempting to subtly watch her.
"She has green hair!" He hissed to Hermione and Ron, trying not to draw unwanted attention to them.
Hermione examined her from the corner of her eye. "It doesn't look as though it was an accident, and there's not a trace of different colored roots."
"She's quite pretty. Maybe it's her natural hair color," Ron chimed in.
"Green?" Harry raised his eyebrow speculatively.
Hermione giggled. "It's funny. It seems so unbelievable, but then again, to Harry and me, we thought the idea of magic pretty crazy before we came to Hogwarts."
Stereotypically, Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement before the food was set out. He coughed to clear his throat and get the attention of all the students. McGonagall tried to help by tapping a spoon on the side of her glass.
All the students silenced quickly, hoping he would explain the presence of the strange woman. And if they were lucky her hair color.
"As I'm sure you all have noticed, we have had a successful year scaring off yet one more Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I do hope, if our prankster that targeted Professor Saddler is a sixth year or under, this person might consider not continuing the pranks in the coming year, or years following."
Someone decided to pick on Professor Saddler the entire year. Almost every morning there was a new joke played on the professor and apparently he cracked and quit, shortly before the end of the year. Many of the students gave him credit for lasting that long.
The question was what did any of that have to do with the new lady?
"Miss Meiou, if you wouldn't mind standing..." Dumbledore held out his hand to help her out of her chair.
The lady gracefully came to her feet beside the headmaster, a small, knowing smile dancing on her face. She gave a polite nod to the entire student population.
"This is Professor Meiou. She will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the coming year. I believe she will be a great aid to the staff here at Hogwarts and you should all feel quite safe with such a respectable and knowledgeable woman here."
She blushed prettily. "Really, Albus!" Her Asian-accented voice floated through the room.
Hermione noted a lot of the younger guys sending smirks in the seventh year guys directions. Testosterone-driven idiots.
Both professors sat down. As Dumbledore waved his hand, the tables became covered in food and the attention strayed from the Teacher's table to the food immediately. The hair could wait, the food could not.
That was the last time Harry thought about Professor Meiou until his return to Hogwarts in September. Hogwarts was full of its usual bustle while waiting for McGonagall to lead the first years out. There was more adding to the hype this year though, Scattered throughout the room at the four different tables were six new students of some kind of oriental origin.
There was a girl with short blue hair at the Ravenclaw table, ignoring everyone around her to read a textbook. It looked as though she was soon to reach the end of the book.
A girl with long raven locks sat at the Slytherin table. Draco was trying to talk to her but it seemed she wouldn't have anything of it. She was face-forward, staring straight ahead no matter what Draco said to her.
Two blondes were engaged energetically in a conversation at the Hufflepuff table, happily chatting with anyone brave enough to approach them. One of them had the Gryffindor emblem on her robes though.
At Harry's own table, there were two more girls. The one with short black hair was sitting at the corner of the table, staring off into the distance, occasionally chatting with the girl with her brown hair pulled back into a pony-tail.
Most of the girls appeared to be his age, seventh years, except for the girl with the short black hair, he thought she might be a year or so younger than the rest. It was doubtful they were all family, especially with such varying appearances.
They must have something to do with the new teacher, this many Asian people at Hogwarts is just too much of a coincidence, he reasoned out.
When McGonagall led the first years in, the girl with the Gryffindor robes at the Hufflepuff table scurried back to their's and sat down near the other two new girls.
The sorting seemed to go even slower than usual, but Harry figured it was just because he was anxious to find out more about these new students. New students are always fun. He wondered if they transferred from a Japanese magic school or if they were exchange students. The problem with the last possibility was no one was missing.
When the final name, "Zanel, Jane," was finally called, Harry held his breath waiting for Dumbledore to explain the presence of the new students.
He was discouraged, however, when Dumbledore made his normal speech about the rules and then sat down. That told him nothing.
He surveyed all the other professors and their reactions hoping for some, or any, hint but found nothing. He was amused, on the other hand, by the looks the new DADA professor kept getting from Snape.
"Hey, Ron, check out the sneers Snape keeps giving to Meiou!" Harry snickered under his breath so as not to draw Hermione's attention away from her book and onto him. Recently she got into this mind set that they shouldn't sayanything negative about any of the teachers. Even Snape. It made conversations with her around challenging.
"He doesn't appear too excited that yet another person has taken the DADA spot," Hermione remarked. "I almost feel sorry for him."
"How exactly does that work? I never knew pity and Snape fit in the same sentence." "Ron!" Hermione shot a disapproving look. "All in all, it makes a lot of sense for Snape to teach DADA. He obviously has had the most experience with the dark arts out of most of the applicants for the job anyway."
Harry appeared thoughtful. "Yes, he knows what he's doing, but who knows how good Meiou is? We don't know much about the Magic community in Asia," he pointed out reasonably.
"Hmm... that's true," Hermione conceded. "Good point."
Harry grinned. "From you, Hermione? That's a real compliment."
She threw a roll at him.
"So what do you think so far, Hotaru-chan?" Usagi's eyes shown bright with excitement. "Imagine how many new friends we can make here! Maybe we'll find you a boyfriend here!"
Hotaru looked pained. "Are you in this with Minako-chan?"
Makoto and Usagi attempted to appear innocent.
"Mako-chan! Not you too!" Her expression went from pain to torture. "At least I'll have Ami-chan to help me, I suppose."
Makoto glanced around the large room, gathering first impressions. "Oh! Look at that one! That blond guy over at the table with Rei-chan! He and Hotaru-chan would be so cute together! He kinda looks like my-"
"-Sempai. We know, Mako-chan, we know." Usagi groaned playfully.
Hotaru looked over to find the blonde Makoto pointed out. At the moment, he was engaged in a conversation with Rei herself. She didn't look happy with him. Her right eye was twitching, similarly to when she talked to Usagi most of the time.
"I know!" Usagi chirped. "Let's go visit all the tables and chat with Rei-chan, Minako-chan, and maybe Ami-chan if she'll put her book down. After all, we're all done eating!"
"I can see right through that excuse," Hotaru muttered, allowing herself to be dragged by the arm straight to the Slytherin table.
Rei was quite perturbed. This blonde child was continually referring to her as some kind of muggleor something like that and would not tell her what it meant. The will power it was taking for her not to transform and fry him right then and there was incredible.
Draco, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. A whole new mudblood to pick on, right within his own house! What was the Sorting Hat thinking, putting one with dirty blood in Slytherin no less. Her place was in Gryffindor or something equally as stupid.
Just as he was about to start a new tirade to the girl, three more girls joined the table. All Gryffindors. He scowled. "You may not have realized this, Mudbloods, but this is the Slytherin table, NOT the Gryffindor table. So go turn around and go elsewhere."
The short blonde looked at him, hurt. "Excuse me, but we wanted to visit our friend. My name is Usagi, and these are my friends Hotaru, Makoto, and you already met Rei I assume?"
He looked bored. "Should I be impressed? Because I'm not. I've never heard of you, so obviously you're no one special."
Makoto's mouth opened and closed in shock. "Show us a little more respect, thank you! It's not like we ever did anything to-"
She was interrupted by a fast moving blond blur. "Draco! I didn't know you went to Hogwarts!"
The group blinked in surprise. Hanging onto Draco's neck was no other than Minako.
Draco looked down at her in annoyance. "It's not that I'm displeased to see you, but would you mind letting go? I like oxygen thank you very much."
Minako returned the expression. "Bet seeing me was a surprise, ne, nii-chan?"
Usagi covered her mouth in shock. "That's your brother, Minako-chan?"
"Does Father know you have Mudblood friends?" Draco demanded, taking another gulp of pumpkin juice.
Minako crossed her arms. "How do you know they aren't pureblooded anyway? You don't know any of the Japanese wizarding families like I do!"
"Fine, whatever. You win. Do what you want. How's Mother by the way?" It wasn't that Draco didn't care exactly. He did, but he had an entirely different way of showing it. Living with a bunch of Slytherins all the time rather squelched most of the sentimentality Draco ever had.
Minako grabbed an empty chair next to Draco, shooting nasty looks at anyone who might possibly try to take it from her, or tell her she couldn't sit there. "What do you care? You never contacted us ONCE since the divorce. Did Father even bother to take the time to tell you Mother remarried?"
He met her gaze evenly. "Some Muggle by the name of... oh I forget. Who cares about a Muggle anyway? As I remember, he didn't live very long, did he?" Draco leaned in to hiss in her ear, "Our Lord was most displeased about the marriage."
"Our? I serve someone else, someone better. The one I serve will leave him in the dust!"
Draco's eyes narrowed. Someone else was trying to gain power in the world? He filed that new information under "things to tell Voldemort when it would benefit himself".
By this time, the majority of the Great Hall was paying apt attention to the conversation with the school bully and transfer student. Ami made her way to the group, staying silent until then.
"Minna-chan," her soft voice carried far around the table which had grown silent to hear the siblings. "Perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere?"
Draco snorted as he stood up. "There's nothing to discuss." He stalked off and Crabbe and Goyle scrambled after him.
Minako's eyes followed him as he left, filling with compassion at what Draco must have gone through to turn him into such a monster. Then she turned to Rei with pity in her eyes. "I'm sorry you're going to have to put up with him this year. Father has done a fantastic job at ruining him."
"Let me get this straight," Makoto covered her eyes with her hand. "That guy is your brother? I knew you lived here at one time. Did you move here because of your parents divorce? And then your mother remarried or something and something happened to your step-father?"
Minako looked nervous. "I like Ami-chan's idea. Let's go take a walk."
Usagi sent a wistful look in the direction of the lake. "Can we go chat over there? It looks lovely!"
Rei and Ami exchanged looks. Lovely? Rei mouthed.
Perhaps she's finally growing into her birthright, Ami returned.
The only senshi with any clear memory of the Silver Millennium was Sailor Pluto, but the rest were slowly remembering bits and pieces of everything, and sometimes fell back into the persona they used to be. At times though, it seemed as if Princess Serenity would be dead forever. Luna and Rei almost gave up hope in ever seeing Usagi act like the princess she had been in the past until recently when Usagi's language changed and she became a bit more mature. Obviously it was a slow and gradual process, but it looked like Usagi was becoming the Neo Queen.
"So, Minako-chan...spill the beans. Nii-chan?" Rei raised an eyebrow. "You never mentioned any siblings before, although I can see why now."
Minako gave her a dirty look and plopped down on the grassy bank by the lake. "Thanks for the input Rei-chan."
"So...? You never told us about him! What's the story? What else have you left out?" Makoto joined her on the ground, smoothing out the creases of the school uniform. "I was telling Usagi-chan and Hotaru-chan that he looks exactly like my sempai."
Rei groaned. "Will we ever get to see a picture of said sempai in the future? I think he must be a shape-shifter."
Makoto mock-frowned at her and threw a few blades of grass she just pulled up at Rei.
"All right, I'll talk." Minako cleared her throat and waited for everyone's full attention to be on her. "As you know, I lived in London before I moved to Tokyo. My mother just had a divorce and wanted to relocate, and decided Japan was the place to go, that's where she's from after all. I said goodbye to my twin brother and my highly irritating father and that was all I've seen of them since. They're rather famous people in the wizarding world and so I'd read about them in newspapers and such, and that was how I first heard Father remarried some rich snob named Narcissa. She even looks like part of the family with all the blonde hair and pale skin. Naturally they never think to owl me and inform me I have a step-mother now or anything."
Minako's eyes hardened and Usagi who had earlier joined the group on the ground scooted in closer sensing this was rather emotionally disturbing for her to tell.
"That was pretty much how it went. Mother remarried a Japanese guy, which made her parents happy since they weren't too pleased with her marrying someone of a different ethnicity earlier. She's Japanese herself and I just kept her name after the divorce. Marrying Lucius put up a larger barrier between her and her parents that neither are too eager to break. It's been a difficult time having a real family."
Minako had to admit it felt rather nice to finally get this all out of her system. As far as her life went, the senshi knew very little about it. It was most likely time for them to find out all her skeletons in the closet anyway.
"It makes sense Draco would go here, seeing as it's the best school in Britain and closest to the Malfoy Manor. Malfoy is technically my last name by the way. The hardest thing about being a Malfoy are the stereotypes attached to the name. Everyone assumes a Malfoy is a supported of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; you all know who that is, right?" She stopped to make sure no one was too confused. "Ok, well then, everyone naturally thinks we're all evil and completely support him. Mother did for awhile, but after some time she couldn't take anymore of the cruelty he imposed on his own followers even and that was what caused the divorce in the first place. In fact, it was almost as if her second marriage was to mock Lucius, er, Father. She married a really kind Muggle, which is just about everything Lucius stands against. I guess He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named finally heard about it and then had a Death Eater faction in Japan kill him to get back at Mother for her supposed betrayal against him."
Usagi looked at Minako pensively. "Why didn't you ever mention this to us before? I mean, your Step-Father murdered and that must have been while you knew us. That's a hard burden to bear on your own."
"I know I should have," Minako absently fidgeted with the blades of grass by her feet. She raised her head, "but at the time we were faced with other stuff that was much more important at the time. After all, he was already dead. What else could we have done about it?"
"It's hurt you though. We could have known you were having a bad time and tried to help you out emotionally through it!" Makoto argued.
Minako smiled serenely. "But that was enough for me at the time. I knew you all would have done anything to help me, and that knowledge was enough."
Usagi started sniffling. "You're so wonderful Minako-chan! I'm so happy I get friends like you!" She flung herself at Minako, knocking her all the way down in the grass.
She laid there, underneath Usagi smiling happily. Maybe it was time to start over in England with a whole new attitude. That's if she could breathe. "Ne, Usagi-chan...I can't breathe. Usagi-chan!"
And yes, I have to give credit where its due. At the urging of my imouto-chan, Emberlynn, Draco is related to Minako...and NOT USAGI. We got sick of those. And so there we have it. And believe it or not, it will work into the plot even more.