Author's Note: Utena belongs to Chiho Saito. Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. Everythig else to me and the voices in my head. This story came out of my general insanity. If you don't know Utena, you really ought to see it, Revolutionary Girl Utena. If you don't know Harry Potter, what cave on Mars have YOU been in? And, btw, Anthy in my story is something of a mix between Anthy from the series, and Anthy of the Adolesence Movie. Enjoy la' story, and r/r! ^_^!
1. The Rose Bride
The weird things began to happen at the start of term banquet, during Harry, Ron and Hermione's fifth year. They had been observing the first years as they were sorted into houses, and had clapped with great happiness whenever new Gryffinfdors were made.
After the sorting, when, most customarily, the food would appear, Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat. It seemed to Harry, at the time, to be a rather ominous thing. He was hungry, and, as he could tell from the growls of hunger beside him, so was Ron. Hermione also looked rather starved, though she was containing it much better.
"Students, I have an announcement to make. We will have a new student staying among us for a time. Please welcome my niece, Anthy Rose Himemiya." Dumbledore motioned behind him, and up onto the platform walked a young woman. Her hair was long and purple, and she wore a green and white dress. Her eyes, wide and innocent, were a piercing green color. Dumbledore offered her a seat at the teacher's table, and she took it with the amount of grace one might find in an entire ballet school. Ron's eyes were glued to her, as were so many boy's all along the house tables. Harry noticed, between his own covetous glances at the girl, that Malfoy seemed to be drooling onto his robes.
Hanging out in the common room after the feast, the main topic of discussion seemed to be Dumbledore's niece. "No way she's related to him…" Ron said, as he absent mindedly munched on a chocolate frog.
"That girl… Anthy or something?" Fred asked as he walked into the room.
"She's hot.." George said following his brother in. "wouldn't mind having a snog with her…"
Hermione offered up glares of annoyance all around. She had begun to say something, but suddenly, the portrait swung open, and Hagrid peered in. "Hullo 'Arry.." he said, and then turned around. " 'ere you go, missie." He said, and his hand reappeared, attached to Anthy, who he was helping into the common room. George almost turned purple. Anthy, who was holding a large brown suitcase, hopped in, and, thanking Hagrid, shut the portrait hole.
"Hello." She said simply, smiling at all the people around her. "I'm Anthy Mira Himemiya. You can call me Anthy."
"I'm.. Harry.." Harry said, staring at her up close now.
"Me.. R-r-r-r-on.." Ron said, also staring at the beautiful girl.
"Fred. George." Hermione said, motioning to the twins who had fallen over and begun twitching. "And I'm Hermione."
"Nice to meet you!" Anthy smiled about as widely as a person could. "If you are Hermione, could you show me where I am going to sleep? …Uncle Dumbledore said I will be sleeping in your dormitory."
Hermione took all that in within a few seconds. "Follow me…" she said, and ascended the stair leading to the right.
They arrived in the dormitory a few minutes later, after a markedly uneventful climb. Anthy went straight to the bed in the far corner, which, Hermione noted, had not been there last year. Upon it was a pile of dresses, and a few sets of Hogwarts robes. Hermione flopped down on her own bed, and completely exhausted, tuned out the other girl's unpacking.
The next morning, she woke up to strange sight. Parvati and Lavender were clustered at the window, whispering excitedly. Anthy was still asleep, hugging a small stuffed monkey. Hermione pulled herself away from the warm blankets, and joined her roommates at the window. Outside, a bewildering sight met her eyes. Above the forbidden forest, held up by an incredibly thin spiral staircase, was a flat platform. And, floating in midair above that, an upside down castle. She blinked a few times, to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
Behind her, she heard Anthy stand up, and walk to the window. Sticking her head out, she scanned around until her eyes caught the platform and castle in the sky to the north. Anthy let out a howl, and ran away from the window. "Not again.. no.." she screamed, as she ran down the stairs at a breakneck pace. Her pink pajamas, the only sign of her in the early dawn light, went around and around the stair's base, until she streaked out the door, and into the common room.
Hermione followed her, but not before slipping into her uniform as quickly as she could. Pulling up her hair as she came down the last few steps, she entered the room to see many of the Gryffindors, and most in bedclothes, peering out into the corridor. Ron and Harry, she saw, were among them. "Did.."
"Anthy just ran though here screaming like the devil was on her heels. What was wrong with her?" Ron said, in a bewildered way.
"I don't know. Took one look at that crazy thing out the window, and went bonkers.." Hermione stopped, as the boys gave her a look of confusion. And, at the same time, she heard another scream of 'not again! I won't do it again!' echoing through the hallways. "Just go to a window.. I need to run.. BYE" She yelled, hopping out the portrait hole, and racing in the direction of Anthy's last yells. She wondered, briefly, why she was chasing this girl. Certainly, she could handle herself. Hermione dropped the thought, however, as she rounded a corner, and began a breakaway sprint down the next hall.
Anthy had run all her fear out by the time she reached the third floor. She stopped, and, panting, sank to the floor. Her head on the cool marble, she tried to think what she could do next. The castle of eternity had followed her, which meant the duels were going to begin again. Anthy, her pink pajamas wet with the sweat that she'd created in her run, sprawled out on the floor. She realized she'd begun to cry, deep gulping sobs that racked her entire body, made her lungs contract in firey pains.
Hermione stopped when she heard the screams die away. She had made it half way down to the third floor, and was navigating a particularly cross staircase when her guiding sounds ended. She pounded her fist on the wall in frustration. It made a funny sound, rather hollow. Hermione, out of general curiosity, pounded it again. The hollow sound repeated itself, affirming that it did indeed, exsist. And, as Hermione watched, the section which she was pounding on seemed to become momentarily illusionary. Inside, resting on a bright red rose was a ring. She picked it up in a most curious way, and slipped it on her finger. The wall restored itself, and no matter what she did, she could not reopen it. Upon closer examination, the ring had a signet of a rose upon it, and was wide like those men, who, in Hermione's opinion, thought too much of themselves, wore.
Hermione, confused, continued down the staircase. And, when she reached the bottom, she saw the figure of Anthy sprawled out on the floor. She heard the girl's sobs, and stopped, most uncomfortably, on the stairs. She had no idea what to do, watching the strange girl weep on the marble floor. "Anthy…?"
1. The Rose Bride
The weird things began to happen at the start of term banquet, during Harry, Ron and Hermione's fifth year. They had been observing the first years as they were sorted into houses, and had clapped with great happiness whenever new Gryffinfdors were made.
After the sorting, when, most customarily, the food would appear, Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat. It seemed to Harry, at the time, to be a rather ominous thing. He was hungry, and, as he could tell from the growls of hunger beside him, so was Ron. Hermione also looked rather starved, though she was containing it much better.
"Students, I have an announcement to make. We will have a new student staying among us for a time. Please welcome my niece, Anthy Rose Himemiya." Dumbledore motioned behind him, and up onto the platform walked a young woman. Her hair was long and purple, and she wore a green and white dress. Her eyes, wide and innocent, were a piercing green color. Dumbledore offered her a seat at the teacher's table, and she took it with the amount of grace one might find in an entire ballet school. Ron's eyes were glued to her, as were so many boy's all along the house tables. Harry noticed, between his own covetous glances at the girl, that Malfoy seemed to be drooling onto his robes.
Hanging out in the common room after the feast, the main topic of discussion seemed to be Dumbledore's niece. "No way she's related to him…" Ron said, as he absent mindedly munched on a chocolate frog.
"That girl… Anthy or something?" Fred asked as he walked into the room.
"She's hot.." George said following his brother in. "wouldn't mind having a snog with her…"
Hermione offered up glares of annoyance all around. She had begun to say something, but suddenly, the portrait swung open, and Hagrid peered in. "Hullo 'Arry.." he said, and then turned around. " 'ere you go, missie." He said, and his hand reappeared, attached to Anthy, who he was helping into the common room. George almost turned purple. Anthy, who was holding a large brown suitcase, hopped in, and, thanking Hagrid, shut the portrait hole.
"Hello." She said simply, smiling at all the people around her. "I'm Anthy Mira Himemiya. You can call me Anthy."
"I'm.. Harry.." Harry said, staring at her up close now.
"Me.. R-r-r-r-on.." Ron said, also staring at the beautiful girl.
"Fred. George." Hermione said, motioning to the twins who had fallen over and begun twitching. "And I'm Hermione."
"Nice to meet you!" Anthy smiled about as widely as a person could. "If you are Hermione, could you show me where I am going to sleep? …Uncle Dumbledore said I will be sleeping in your dormitory."
Hermione took all that in within a few seconds. "Follow me…" she said, and ascended the stair leading to the right.
They arrived in the dormitory a few minutes later, after a markedly uneventful climb. Anthy went straight to the bed in the far corner, which, Hermione noted, had not been there last year. Upon it was a pile of dresses, and a few sets of Hogwarts robes. Hermione flopped down on her own bed, and completely exhausted, tuned out the other girl's unpacking.
The next morning, she woke up to strange sight. Parvati and Lavender were clustered at the window, whispering excitedly. Anthy was still asleep, hugging a small stuffed monkey. Hermione pulled herself away from the warm blankets, and joined her roommates at the window. Outside, a bewildering sight met her eyes. Above the forbidden forest, held up by an incredibly thin spiral staircase, was a flat platform. And, floating in midair above that, an upside down castle. She blinked a few times, to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
Behind her, she heard Anthy stand up, and walk to the window. Sticking her head out, she scanned around until her eyes caught the platform and castle in the sky to the north. Anthy let out a howl, and ran away from the window. "Not again.. no.." she screamed, as she ran down the stairs at a breakneck pace. Her pink pajamas, the only sign of her in the early dawn light, went around and around the stair's base, until she streaked out the door, and into the common room.
Hermione followed her, but not before slipping into her uniform as quickly as she could. Pulling up her hair as she came down the last few steps, she entered the room to see many of the Gryffindors, and most in bedclothes, peering out into the corridor. Ron and Harry, she saw, were among them. "Did.."
"Anthy just ran though here screaming like the devil was on her heels. What was wrong with her?" Ron said, in a bewildered way.
"I don't know. Took one look at that crazy thing out the window, and went bonkers.." Hermione stopped, as the boys gave her a look of confusion. And, at the same time, she heard another scream of 'not again! I won't do it again!' echoing through the hallways. "Just go to a window.. I need to run.. BYE" She yelled, hopping out the portrait hole, and racing in the direction of Anthy's last yells. She wondered, briefly, why she was chasing this girl. Certainly, she could handle herself. Hermione dropped the thought, however, as she rounded a corner, and began a breakaway sprint down the next hall.
Anthy had run all her fear out by the time she reached the third floor. She stopped, and, panting, sank to the floor. Her head on the cool marble, she tried to think what she could do next. The castle of eternity had followed her, which meant the duels were going to begin again. Anthy, her pink pajamas wet with the sweat that she'd created in her run, sprawled out on the floor. She realized she'd begun to cry, deep gulping sobs that racked her entire body, made her lungs contract in firey pains.
Hermione stopped when she heard the screams die away. She had made it half way down to the third floor, and was navigating a particularly cross staircase when her guiding sounds ended. She pounded her fist on the wall in frustration. It made a funny sound, rather hollow. Hermione, out of general curiosity, pounded it again. The hollow sound repeated itself, affirming that it did indeed, exsist. And, as Hermione watched, the section which she was pounding on seemed to become momentarily illusionary. Inside, resting on a bright red rose was a ring. She picked it up in a most curious way, and slipped it on her finger. The wall restored itself, and no matter what she did, she could not reopen it. Upon closer examination, the ring had a signet of a rose upon it, and was wide like those men, who, in Hermione's opinion, thought too much of themselves, wore.
Hermione, confused, continued down the staircase. And, when she reached the bottom, she saw the figure of Anthy sprawled out on the floor. She heard the girl's sobs, and stopped, most uncomfortably, on the stairs. She had no idea what to do, watching the strange girl weep on the marble floor. "Anthy…?"