Musical Magicks
a Harry Potter/Gravitation crossover
Rating: R, OOC, AU
Pairing: ?? (wink, wink)
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and everything related to that universe belongs to J. K. Rowling; "Gravitation" and everything related to that universe belongs to Murakami Maki.
Warning! This is a slash fic, so unless you're okay with male/male relationships you may want to stay clear of this story...
A/N: I wondered what would happen if I combined my two favorite universes into one - and this is the result. :P Enjoy! And please do tell me what you think of it after reading. The first chapter's not very special, but I am going to do my very best to create an amusing and entertaining story. (Sorry if it flops completely!) Thanks mates! /Piper.

01. Seasonal Start-Overs

If things had ever been crazy before, and if there had ever been people disrupting the tranquillity at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that was nothing compared to the conditions that came with the new transfer student - or so he called himself, but the entire student body was convinced otherwise since he seemed so utterly malplaced in the whole school environment. First of all, he was too old to be a student at Hogwarts, and second of all he hardly ever did anything related to the things that they actually studied at the school. He simply fired off his beaming, humongous smile, laughed his daft sniggering, and pestered the other students with his imbecility. Most of the teachers detested him, that was clear enough by the look on their faces when they encountered him somewhere on the grounds or had to bear his pestilent presence in their classrooms. Most of the students did, too, to tell the truth, and the ones who hated him the most were the ones who actually enjoyed learning because he inevitably destroyed all chances for himself and everyone else in his vicinity to learn anything.

It had been well into their sixth year at Hogwarts, right before Hallowe'en, and the school had been buzzing with gossip about the upcoming feast. So when word reached them that a new student was to transfer there all the way from Japan it swiftly became the most popular topic of conversation. It was well known that Japan had a top-rate wizardry school of their own, but that it all its outstanding, fascinating culture and state-of-the-art technology notwithstanding had nothing on Hogwarts when it came to educating successful witches and wizards. Many students had chosen to transfer there from Japan already, and Hermione said it was because the Japanese were really serious about getting the best education possible, followed by the best career possible.

Harry and Ron believed her, because the frantic dedication with which most of the Japanese-born students were studying was intimidating and completely ridiculous. They had witnessed, more than once, how one of them broke down completely and had to spend weeks in the Hospital Wing because they had failed to get an O at a test. Ridiculous.

"Who cares, anyway?" Ron used to say. "As long as you pass and are allowed to move on to the next grade it should be fine, right?"

"Right," Harry always agreed.

And, "No, it should not," Hermione always disagreed. "It is very important that you do your very best in all classes to ensure that you will get the career you truly want after graduation. Otherwise all this will have been for nothing, won't it?"

They usually didn't answer her, because they knew that it would only set her off into one of her many excruciating lectures on how important education was. Ron silently wondered if maybe Hermione had been born in Japan but magically changed her appearance to make it look as though she was British. Would not surprise him.

The day the new transfer student arrived they were all sitting in the Great Hall, having dinner. Ron was loading his plate with sausages and mash as Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat and signalled to the student body to be quiet.

"Look," Shuichi Shindou said and pointed to the teacher's table. "Headmaster's going to announce something."

For once he was keeping relatively still and his mouth was not constantly spouting nonsence, something that both Hermione and Harry appreciated. Normally Shuichi was blabbering away at lunch- and dinner time, always making these wild gestures and annoying noises as he talked to his best friend Hiroshi Nagano, who always sat next to the little pink-haired fellow. (That was another thing Harry could not understand regardless of how much he pondered it: why the bloody hell he had pink hair. If the bugger wanted to colour his hair he could have chosen something more... suiting. Something less... girly. But on the other hand, he was impossibly and irrevocably infatuated with that insolent teacher, so maybe it suited him perfectly...)

"Everybody, your attention!" Dumbledore started, his arms raised high above his head. "As you all know by now, a new student will be arriving shortly, and I would like to say, on behalf of all the staff here, that we wish you will all treat him as you treat all your friends. I trust that you will all make an effort to make him feel right at home."

"Oh, so it is a boy, then?" Harry heard Parvati Patil whisper to her friends, and a storm of giggles then followed.

Harry shook his head. So much fuss over a transfer student... he probably did not even speak English.

"Girls," Professor Dumbledore implored, a faint and knowing smile on his thin lips. "My intelligence has informed me that our new student will be arriving sometime tonight, and by the marvellous act of circumstance and coincidence it has been decided that he will join Gryffindor House for the remainder of his curriculum. I hope you will all welcome him and show him the ropes around here." He winked at Harry, and a cold shiver ran down Harry's spine. Somehow he knew that this was all going to create trouble for him. As if he hadn't already had his share of it...

They continued to eat in silence for a good ten minutes before anyone spoke again. "What kind of person do you think this new bloke is?" Ron asked the others, looking at one after the other as if checking for some sort of reaction. Or maybe to read and analyse their expressions. Having a go at mind-reading, eh, Ron? Harry thought, smothering a smile.

"That's impossible to tell until we meet him," Hermione stated matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, but we could at least fantasise a bit, don't you think?" Ginny put in.

Hermione tossed her bushy hair back from her face. "If you find that intriguing," she said, and demonstratively pushed her chair back from the table. "I, for mine, am going to the library to look up screaming ninclepatters for next week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class." 'Nough said about that.

They watched her leave, then shrugged and went back to their food.

Suddenly the huge doors to the Great Hall were flung open with a bang! and a short, greenish-brown haired guy in Muggle clothing entered, an enormous grin stretching from ear to ear. "Hogwarts, I'm hooo-oooooome!" he called out ecstatically and let out a rolling laugh that gave Harry the creeps. The hall went completely quiet and everyone turned to stare at the newcomer, students and teachers alike.

Then, as if stuck by a bee, Shuichi shot up from his seat and pointed at the newcomer with his entire arm. "Aaaaah!" he shrieked. "Omee!" (You!)

Everyone stared at Shuichi, then back at the new guy, then back at Shuichi again, wondering what the hell was going on. Ron exchanged a knowing look with Ginny, who was sitting next to him at the table. Then he turned to Shuichi, "Do you know that guy?"

But before the pink-haired pixie could answer the transfer student ran over to them at the table and threw himself in Shuichi's arms. "Shuichiiii!" he screamed at the top of his voice, euphoric. "Aitakatta na no da, hahahaha!" (I missed you, hahahaha!) He hugged Shuichi so hard the pink-haired pixie began to look a reddish-green purple.

"Um... I can't... breath..."

The newcomer instantly let go of him, looking a bit flushed with embarrassment. "Oh, Shuichi, I'm sorry! I'm just so happy to see you na no da! Isn't it great that we are going to go to the same school? Isn't it great?"

Shuichi stared at him in disbelief. Blinked heavily a few times. Then said, "Ryuichi... what are you doing here? You're not allowed to go to Hogwarts - you're too old! You're already way past your school age!" Shuichi protested at his friend, and every single person in the Great Hall was following their conversation to try and make sense of what was happening.

"Aww, don't be like that, Shuichi!" the new boy, who obviously was called Ryuichi, said, giggling, and rubbed his cheek against Shuichi's. "You're just surprised to see me, is all. Once the shock has liften you'll be ecstatic at having me here! You've missed me too, haven't you?" Shuichi managed to nod faintly. "Haha, I knew it! Anyway, I was getting lonely over in Tokyo, so I decided to come here and be with you all! Isn't that a great idea?! It's gonna be the best start-over ever na no da!"

"But Ryuichi, you're too old to go to Hogwarts!"

Ryuichi looked down with his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. "Um... I got held back a couple years... so I'm actually in the same grade as you..."

Shuichi was incredulous. "But you're twelve years older than me!!" he shouted.

"Yeah... I'm not very good with this school stuff... gomen." (Sorry.)

At that, Shuichi fainted.

Ryuichi stood staring down at him, a blank look on his face. "Shuichi?"

Then he looked up at the other people at the Gryffindor table, looking as if he was searching for someone who could help him explain what had just happened to his little pink-haired friend. Then he gave a start and smiled broadly.

"Oh, hi Hiro!" A quick wave of the hand, and the pink-haired pixie was all but forgotten.