A/N: Since I found most CCS/HP xovers to be cliché, I tried having a hand on my own. Don't worry, it'll be bad because my grammar could be use some improvement. Anyways, this happens four years after the manga and in OOtP. I tried my best to get this to be well-written as possible and feedback would be welcomed. Enjoy! Oh and leave a review.

"Hello"-ordinary speech

("Hello")- foreign language in a country

Hello-emphasis/written language

'Hello'-thoughts

(Yes, I took it down temporarily to edit out some stuff)

Title from George William Russell

Warnings: Horrible grammar, great OOCness

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Number Four Privet Drive was cleaned, brushed, swept, trimmed, manicured, sponged, scrubbed, crisped, and freshened up until an antiseptic cannot compare to the house's cleanliness. Harry Potter was curious. Apparently, some relatives of Aunt Petunia will come over to visit. The relative was a distant cousin of his aunt, which means whoever's visiting is related to Harry's mum. From what Harry has heard, this distant uncle of sorts is a professor in Archaeology who published many books about the subject. Harry has the feeling that the Dursleys will be prepared seeing that they will probably bootlick favors from this man in order to back Dudley to enter a decent university (Dudley's grades will get him nowhere in prestigious universities, one of Her Aunt's dreams to display a diploma with "Cambridge" or "Oxford" in it is forever ruined).

"Get over here, boy!", Uncle Vernon yelled. Harry rolled his eyes and went over to his uncle. "Comb your hair! Stay by the stairs. I don't want any of your freakishness make a bad impression to Mr. Kinomoto. Understand?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon"

Harry obediently followed, his hair was messy, as usual it's not like he could blame magic for making his hair like this. His mind briefly wondered how this uncle would be like. He was kind of thrilled knowing that he had other relatives aside from the Dursleys, but he also feared the possibility of what kind of person he might turn out, if he'd be like the Dursleys whose hatred for magic is the size of the British Isles.

Harry had done half of the chores that made the Dursley household look immaculate as it was. Petunia ordered Harry to dress up and get ready for dinner. Harry wore a rumpled dress shirt, simple black slacks and black Vernon and Dudley squeezed in their dinner jackets and Aunt Petunia wore her pearls and a pink dress with a half-apron tied around her waist.

He had written to Sirius about these new relatives. Hedwig had left earlier to deliver the letter and she still wasn't able to go back. The letter read:

Padfoot,

Did you know that I have relatives from my mother's side aside from those awful Dursleys? They're from Japan. The name's Kinomoto, I think. They're really distant from what I've heard. They're coming over to visit, I've heard the father's a professor who lectured in universities. I bet the Dursleys just gonna suck up on him. I hope he's not gullible to their tricks. Write back soon.

-Harry

'I have relatives,' Harry thought, 'relatives of my mum'. Surely, Dumbledore knew about them-he was Dumbledore-he should know about the Kinomoto family by being himself. So why leave him with the Dursleys? Granted that Japan was half the world away but Harry could hardly think any family more despicable than the Dursleys ('Well, the Malfoys', his mind supplied)

The doorbell resounded all throughout the house. Speak of the devil.

Aunt Petunia opened the door. A thin man with an indeterminable age stepped into the house; he had brown hair and brown eyes and glasses perched up on his nose. He was wearing a two-piece suit with the coat folded in his arms. "I'm sorry for intruding, but I just want to greet you. There's not many relatives of Nadeshiko that I know of."

"It's not a bother, Mr. Kinomoto. I'm sorry about your wife. She died young", Petunia said, her tinny voice faked a hint of sympathy.

"I'm sorry about your sister as well", the man said.

"Thank you", Aunt Petunia said stiffly.

"Oh, I've brought my children. Sakura, Touya, come in I'd like you to meet your relatives". Mr. Kinomoto called out from the door.

Two people entered. First was tall young man around early 20's. He was well-built and strikingly handsome, had dark brown hair parted on the left side, sharp dark brown eyes and rich tanned skin tone. The other was a young girl around Harry's and Dudley's age. She had light auburn hair that hung down on her shoulders and bright green eyes almost like Harry's own. In Harry's opinion, they've got good genes.

"Mr. Kinomoto! I'm Vernon Dursley, this is my son Dudley and Lily's son Harry", Vernon said.

"Nice to meet all of you", replied. "These are my children Touya and Sakura". Both of them bowed slightly.

~o~

Fujitaka briefly wondered what kind of household he entered into. No house was this clean. Not to mention the mystery of this Harry. How do you raise two children, one the size of a baby whale and the other almost borderline malnourished? "Oh yes, Mr. Kinomoto. We prepared supper", Petunia said.

"Oh no, it's fine. I wish you shouldn't have bothered., he replied.

"We insist", Vernon said.

"Thank you very much", the man said with a bow.

They ate dinner while they talked. They talked about various topics. They talked about Touya and Sakura. They learned that Touya was in college majoring in astronomy and Sakura was in middle school. The Dursleys were amazed at Touya for taking such a difficult course, to which he replied that he was always interested in heavenly bodies. They were doing quite well except that Sakura has trouble with Math. The siblings also talked about their sports teams. Apparently, they are both quite athletic. That's when Petunia interrupted with:

"Just like our Diddykins then. He's quite a boxer. Aren't you, hun?"

Dudley grunted in response. Touya snorted and quickly apologized.

Fujitaka wondered why Harry was silent. His relatives though, seem to tolerate his presence but not welcome it. He was so silent that Fujitaka's mind wandered off to the possibility of abuse or neglect. What's worse is probably the fact that the boy was used to it. "So, where do you go to school, Dudley?", he asked.

Uncle Vernon patted Dudley's back proudly. "Oh he goes to Smeltings. Fine school, very proper. My alma mater, you see. Right, Dudley?"

"Yes. Terrific", Dudley replied through a mouthful of lamb chops.

"What about you Harry?", the man inquired again.

All of the occupants bristled nervously except for the visitors. Harry was tempted to answer Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but Uncle Vernon interrupted, "Oh, he goes to St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys",

Harry continued to be silent. "Oh really?" Fujitaka said in a disbelieving tone. Harry was thankful that somebody did not believe his Aunt's lie.

"Yes, he's been quite a terrible kid. You see, we took him under our wing in the good of our hearts since my sister died", Petunia said. Fake tears glimmering on her eyes.

Harry cringed at the terrible acting her aunt was putting up, it was going to be a long night.


Sakura discovered that she did not like her relatives. There were few people who grated the girls' nerves, and the Dursleys were one of them. The father was a greedy, unsympathetic, intolerable man. His wife was no better; she was just so fake; the fake niceness, the extra effort of pitching her voice higher, she was nosy and worked so hard to remain normal. The son, Dudley was a spoiled brat, nothing more nothing less. She knew her brother and father had the same impression as hers, but they were good at hiding it. Sakura had grown up now. She had accepted that some people are just bad no matter what you try to do for them to change.

She found herself in the guest bedroom the next day of the Dursley house with her brother and father sleeping in neighboring beds. It was a miracle that she woke up earlier than the two. Maybe, the time zone was affecting her.

"SSSSAAAAAAKKKKKKUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAA", a loud, very familiar voice bellowed.

She quickly got up of bed and ran over to where the noise came from and clamped her hand over the mouth of what looked like a stuffed animal.( "Kero-chan! Stop that! You'll wake everyone up!")

True as she feared, her brother stirred in his sleep. ("Oi, Sakura"), he said half-drowsy half-grumpy, ("Is it that stuffed animal AGAIN?!")

Touya got out of bed and grabbed Kero from Sakura's hold. ("Now see here, you stuffed animal, you just have to ruin- ")

A loud knock rang from the door. ("Is everything all right?"), Petunia's tinny voice said.

"Yes. Everything's fine. We're sorry for the noise", Touya apologized. Kero became limp in his hand, in case the woman will enter.

Sakura grabbed Kero from her brother's hands. ("Kero-chan be quiet. We're in another house. Act like a stuffed animal or no sweets")

The "stuffed toy" looked at her, ("You wouldn't")

Sakura huffed,( "Yes, I would")

("My, my, aren't we all energetic in the morning"), their father broke in.

("Tou-san!"), the siblings chorused, ("Ohayou!")

("Ohayou! Sakura-san, Touya-san, Kero-chan")

("Ohayou, Fujitaka-san"), Kero greeted. ("Why are you in England at first place?")

("I have to give a lecture at a nearby university today. It turns out that Nadeshiko had some distant relatives that extended their invitation to stay at their house for the meantime. How convenient. I do not have to spend for a hotel"), Fujitaka answered.

In the background, Fujitaka is preparing for his day. He needs to make sure that his lecture won't have any kinks, after all.

("Oh really? What about you two?"), Kero asked.

("Stay in this boring neighborhood for God knows how long."), Touya replied flatly.

("Onii-chan!"), Sakura reprimanded.

("What?"), he defended, "the houses are all the same! Even in Tomoeda, the houses are different."

Ever since the Tomoeda blackout incident, a lot of things happened to the Kinomotos magic-wise; for one, Yue returned Touya's magic since Sakura became powerful enough to sustain the moon guardian's existence. Fujitaka can also work with magic himself, seeing his wife's ghost and applying it in his work as an archaeologist. He became quite an expert at deciphering runes and ancient symbols and published many books about it.

("There's also some powerful magic around the house"), Touya suddenly blurted. ("It's been bothering me last night since everything here looks as normal as possible.")

("Eh. You mean Harry? I sensed his aura and it was kind of…tainted"), Sakura said.

("No. I mean around the house. I think something's protecting it from something"), Touya replied.

("Do you think we're being spied?"), Sakura asked. Her voice tinged with fear.

Touya closed his eyes and concentrated. ("No, but there's definitely some powerful protection charm in here.")

("Hoe. I guess we need to watch out for Harry"), Sakura concluded.


Harry as usual, was doing chores for the Dursleys when Touya suddenly came up to him.

"Here", he said as he lifted the tray where the silverware was put, "let me help"

The green-eyed boy wiped his hands awkwardly on his jeans, "Thanks. I'm done already, so you shouldn't have bothered"

"Okay. What about you guide me in the neighborhood, Harry. I may change my first impression of Privet Drive"

Harry laughed, "Seriously?"

"The houses look the same. What can I do about it?", Touya protested.

"Where's your father, anyway?"

"Away. He's lecturing in the University of Surrey about Ancient Divination techniques or whatnot."

"Really? I thought Archaeology is about just boring digs or something."

Touya sighed, "It's more complicated than that"

"Um..what about you call your sister so we can explore around Privet Drive. There's not much to see, to be honest."

"Wait a minute, I'll call Sakura"

Touya shouted something in Japanese. Harry only deciphered 'oi' and 'kaiju'. An angry voice yelled back from upstairs, then loud stomping noises echoed.

"Is your sister always like this?", Harry asked, cringing.

Touya winced, "Almost always"

Then, there was a brown-haired, green-eyed girl that hurriedly ran down from the stairs. "I'm ready."

Sakura wore a simple pale yellow sundress, while Touya wore a grey and red hoodie with denim pants and tennis shoes. Harry meanwhile, looked like a ragamuffin among them with his worn clothes and unkempt appearance. The neighbors wouldn't mind anyways. They were used to hearing stories of 'the Potter kid'.


They were going around Little Whinging for quite a while now. True to its name the place seemed rather quiet. It was unusually more quiet now that people are mostly inside their homes to prevent themselves from bathing the heat of summer.

"This is Magnolia Crescent. I don't really know anyone here", the three of them turned to another street, "this is Magnolia Road."

The park came into view. "Are all your parks this bad?", asked Sakura. The park was dilapidated. The swings hung on single chains, the merry-go-round was creaking, the slide and the see-saw were red with rust.

"I'm not sure. You see…", he was about to say that Dudley and his gang thrashed most of the playground, "Never mind."

"Is it your cousin?", Touya suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?", Harry answered.

"Is he too insufferable for you? Oh look, they're coming". Under the misty lights, the silhouettes of Dudley and his gang peered through.

Harry stood up and went up to them. "Hey, Big D!"

He could hear Touya say, "Harry, what are you doing?" But Harry ignored his distant relative.

Dudley turned, "Oh it's you"

There was a cat whistle. It came from Piers Polkiss. "Hey Big D! Who's that Hot Gal with Potter and Pretty Boy? She sure is hot!"

"That's my distant cousin"

"Cousin, really? Never expected you to have one aside from this freak", Piers said.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend", Sakura interjected.

Piers went nearer to Sakura. "I'm sure you can leave him for me". A sharp noise broke through the air as Touya blocked Piers from advancing further to his little sister. "You're not worth it, brat"

Piers backed away slowly and returned behind Dudley like the good little minion he was.

"So you've been beating up tonight?", Harry said, "Another ten-year old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago- "

"He was asking for it", Dudley snarled.

"Whoa wait back up, you beat up ten-year olds? Now, I don't care if your parents spoiled you or anything, but they should've at least taught you that bullying is not cool", Touya reprimanded.

"Who are you? My mum?"

"Harry, let's get away from here", Sakura said as she tugged his shirt gently.

"You can't take me on, can you? Not without that thing" Dudley said after a few seconds.

"You know that boxing title you keep banging on about? How old was your opponent? Seven? Eight?"

"He was sixteen for your information," snarled Dudley, "and he was out cold for twenty minutes after I'd finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out —"

"Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry's wand?"

"Harry", he heard Touya say in a warning tone. "Let's go back"

"Not this brave at night, are you?" sneered Dudley. "When you're in bed"

Harry froze. Dudley stopped as well, "What do you mean when I'm in bed?" Dudley looked smug. "What am I supposed to be frightened, of pillows or something?"

"I heard you last night. Moaning in your sleep.". Harry's blood ran cold. He remembered the graveyard. He remembered everything.

"Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedric! Who's Cedric your boyfriend?", taunted Dudley in fake, high-pitched voice.

"Stop that!", Sakura screamed. But Dudley continued, "Dad! Help me, Dad! He's going to kill me, Dad! Boo-hoo!"

"Shut up," said Harry quietly. "Shut up, Dudley, I'm warning you!"

"Harry, come on. He's just an ass", Touya said, but all Harry saw was red.

"'Come and help me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He's killed Cedric! Dad, help me! He's going to —' Don't you point that thing at me!"

Dudley backed into the alley wall. Harry was pointing the wand directly at Dudley's heart. Harry could feel fourteen years' hatred of Dudley pounding in his veins.

"Harry! Dudley! Stop that!", Touya's commanding voice yelled. "Harry drop the stick, Dudley"-Touya gave the Dursley child a sharp glare, "Don't ever insult the dead"

"Don't ever talk about that again," Harry snarled. "D'you understand". Harry said returning his wand to his back pocket.

He immediately regretted it. Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch-black and lightless — the stars, the moon, the misty streetlamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant grumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, bitingly cold. They were surrounded by total, impenetrable, silent.

"What's happened?", Touya asked in a panic-stricken voice. "Sakura!"

"Onii-chan!", Sakura yelled.

'Shit', Harry thought. 'They're muggles. I can't do magic'

Then he heard it, the familiar sound of death rattle . 'It's here', he thought.

'Shit', Harry thought, 'please…not here, not now'

Dudley panicked and ran full on in the alleyway. Touya and Sakura were clutching their heads in pain, Sakura was hyperventilating and gasping heavily. Harry could not figure out what she was moaning about. Harry grabbed his wand from his pocket and pointed in frantically in random directions. "Damn it! Lumos!"

He was rewarded with a light from the tip of his wand. He cursed even louder, it was a Dementor. What could a Dementor possibly be doing in Little Whinging?

Then he saw Dudley, Harry swore, "Dudley! Come back here! You're running right at it!"

The cold was getting nearer now. He could hear the voice that has been ravaging his dreams for a month. There was a loud thump and a muffled yell. "Dudley, whatever you do, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!

But Dudley's face was only an inch away from the dementors, he started thrashing.

Voldemort's laughter was echoing louder in his head, along with Dudley's frantic screams of helplessness. "Bow to death, Harry...It might even be painless ... I would not know... I have never died ..."

"Expecto Patronum…", Harry waved his wand and a stag was expelled from it. It ran over to the nearest dementor and drove it away.

"TERU! LIGHT!" (Shine! Light!), a very determined voice shouted through the darkness.

Then, to Harry's surprise, the world was bathed in very, very bright light. He felt like he was staring at the sun and sun stared back at him with his blinding rays. He was confused for a moment, but he glimpsed a beautiful woman with long curly hair and in an elegant gown through the bright light.

"Yoru kaeshimasu! Dark!" (Return the night! Dark!), the same voice said.

Harry was panting hard, cold sweat dripped from his temple and his back. 'What the hell was that?'. Harry scanned his surroundings for any sign of dementors, there were none. Except that there were ashes of what looked like disintegrated robes that were blown away by the hot summer air. The Dementors disintegrated.

The lights in the alleyway flickered back to light. Harry turned to Sakura. Sakura was holding a wand, or a staff, or something between the two. It had a pink handle, the head was a five-pointed star inside a circle with small, feathered wings jutting from each side (A/N: I feel so stupid writing this)

"What was that? What is that? What are you?", Harry demanded to Sakura. It was undoubtedly her voice that he heard commanding the presence of that bright, bright light.

Sakura scratched her head sheepishly. "Well…it's a long story", she paused, "Onii-chan! Are you fine?" Sakura rushed over to Touya's side. She helped him up and replied, "Daijobu desu" (I'm fine).

Sakura looked at him, "What about that deer thing from that stick?"

Sakura looked at Harry. Harry looked at Sakura. Dudley was lying cold whimpering on the ground. Touya could not bear the awkward silence. "Look, what about we get back to Number four and you two can exchange stories". Harry could not understand what Touya was saying, but he looked like he was exhausted from the whole experience.

There were loud, running footsteps. Harry and Sakura brandished their wands while Touya got into a fighting stance, ready for another attack. They faced to see the newcomer. The woman had an old, but fair face with grey hair.

"Mrs. Figg?". Of course Harry would recognize his batty old neighbor whom he spent for 10 years during Dudley's birthday.

"You know her, Harry?", Touya asked warily. Mrs. Figg looked at Touya who was glaring at her.

"Yeah, um, stand down. You're scaring her"

Harry and Sakura both dropped their weapons. Touya relaxed. ""Don't put that away, idiot boy!" Mrs. Figg screeched at Harry. "What if there are more of them around? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!"

She paused for a moment and looked at Touya and Sakura, "Who are you people? Never mind, you were with the kind Asian man, right? Oh, how could such a pleasant person be related to the Dursleys?"

"What?", Harry breathed.

Pls. leave a review :)

Reviews are like cookies, they make me fat and give me motivation to update :D

Constructive criticism are warmly welcomed and flames would be used to toast marshmallows.

Oh, and about the language thingy, pretend that Sakura and Touya know how to speak the language beforehand or Sakura cast a spell to make them fluent, either way works. Some lines are directly stolen from the book.

Questions:

1.) What do you think about Harry living with the Kinomotos for the summer?

2.) Do you want this to be a Manipulative!Dumbledore story?

(O)tou-san-father

(O)nii-chan-older brother

Ohayou-good morning