taa daa! i present to you my *ahem* not-so top secret story. i am still currently writing it. if you are on deviantART you know that i have finished the first part. if not...well...now you do. enjoy! but don't forget to review!

disclaimer: i don't own the lion king or harry potter. they belong to disney and j.k. rowling.

The citizens of Leon waited in the dirt streets of their glorious city for their first glimpse at the new prince. They looked up at the large hut that was built into a large rock formation. The king and queen were emerging. King Mufasa appeared first. His brilliant reddish-brown hair was pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. He wore no shirt but a pair of baggy shorts. He had paint on his chest with the emblem of a lion, signifying his Patronus, the Patronus saved only for great kings. Queen Sarabi emerged next. Her waist-length dirty-blonde hair hung at her back. She wore a grass-woven corset over her torso, and a knee-length skirt the color of the grass.

The king and queen stood aside for the oldest wizard, and shaman. He carried a bundle of cloth in his arms that sent a hushed worry over the crowd. Where was the prince? Rafiki, the shaman, held up a hand, silencing all whispers going through the crowd. He removed the bundle of cloth from his arms, but he was still holding something. He handed the cloth to the queen, and she gave her head a quick bow before Rafiki returned to the crowd. He climbed up the slight slope to the peak of the rock that looked over the humble city. He took the thing, which everyone realized at once was a newborn child. Rafiki took the juice of a sacred fruit and dabbed it on the forehead of the new prince. He also sprinkled a bit of sand over the child, which caused him to sneeze. The king and queen, now standing behind Rafiki, gave small chuckles. Mufasa has his arm around Sarabi's shoulders, and Sarabi had her arm around Mufasa's waist.

Rafiki smiled to the new parents, and turned to the crowd, who was waiting on bated breath. He lifted up the child to the now anxious crowd. They all cheered and began to bow to the little prince. The newborn boy was wearing a piece of cloth around his pelvis, acting as a diaper. He had warm brown eyes and a tuft of auburn hair on his head. The baby looked down on his new subjects, still utterly confused about this whole situation. The shaman pulled the baby down and cradled him in his arms. Mufasa let go of Sarabi and approached the place where Rafiki once stood.

"My people," he bellowed to the crowd, who were now rising, "I present to you the heir to my kingdom. I present to you my son, Simba!"

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Simba woke up from his slumber to see a pair of sapphire eyes staring back at him. He gave a quiet shout and jumped up. He saw his friend, Nala rolling on the ground laughing.

"Nala!" Simba said, annoyed, "What'd you do that for?" Nala wiped a tear from her eye and looked up at him,

"I dunno, because you were there!" she laughed again, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear,

"I'm gonna get you for that!" Simba told her, getting out of bed. He walked over to the desk in the room he and Nala shared.

Simba's parents, Mufasa and Sarabi, are the king and queen of the Pride Lands. Because leon means lion in Spanish, and a group of lion is called a pride, the people of Leon call themselves a pride. Nala's mother, Sarafina, was best friends with Queen Sarabi, and her advisor. Nala and her mother lived in the Royal Hut with Simba and his parents.

Simba searched for something on his desk. Then he found it, his face lighting up. He picked up the slender piece of wood in his hands.

"Aha!" he called turning around and pointing the stick at Nala, "Riso!" she looked at him with wide eyes, then began laughing again. She opened her eyes, now filling with tears, trying to find her own wand. She had to counteract the jinx he just put on her. She groped around the room, then felt something long and rough on the thatch dresser.

"Carrinho!" Nala called between giggles, and pointed her wand at Simba. Simba's red hair automatically stood on end, the shock causing him to stop ticking Nala with magic. However, Nala still let a few giggles escape at the sight of Simba's hair.

"Liso," a male voice said. Simba's hair automatically flattened out. Mufasa's majordomo, Zazu, then came strolling in. His Patronus was an African hornbill, and Nala and Simba teased him about that regularly. Both Nala and Simba looked up at him, and lowered their wands to their sides. Nala and Simba gave Zazu innocent smiles, but his expression did not budge.

"Nala, Simba," he sighed, "Do I have to keep babysitting you two? Simba, you have been thirteen for a few months now, act your age. Nala, you are turning thirteen this month, you need to start acting properly too. If I catch you two using magic for non-educational purposes again, I will have to inform your parents," he gave a small smile. Nala and Simba looked relieved. Zazu wasn't going to tell their parents, this time at least. Even for a short, lanky man, he was still a force to be reckoned with.

"Now," Zazu began again, putting his hands behind his back, "Get dressed, you two. You are to attend breakfast with your parents in half an hour's time," Zazu turned on his heels, and walked away. Simba looked at his best friend and shrugged,

"We should do what he says," Simba said and he walked to close the door, "Or he might tell our parents about earlier," Nala agreed and pulled the curtain hanging in the middle of Simba and Nala's room, which the only used when either of them was getting dressed. Simba walked over to his side of the dresser and pulled out his baggy brown shorts and a red-orange vest. He quickly put on his shorts, and then the vest, the only sort of clothing he had on his upper half. He walked over to the mirror and put a comb through his hair a few times, then took the paint off the small table next to the mirror. Simba took the paint and painted a sun on his chest, signifying his royal status.

"Okay!" Nala called from the other side, "I'm opening the curtain now!"

"'Kay," Simba said, trying to make his sun even. Nala pulled open the curtain. Simba saw her reflection in the mirror as he was painting his chest. She wore a white sleeveless shirt and a knee-length brown skirt. Her shoulder-length blonde hair had a small braid on the side now. Simba finished painting his chest, placed the paint back on the table, and wiped his hands on a towel. Simba looked in the mirror, pretending to scrutinize his sun.

"Nala," Simba began, she turned to him, "Does this sun look crooked to you?" he smiled mischievously. Every morning he asked Nala that, just to get on her nerves. Nala rolled her eyes and grabbed Simba by his wrist, then promptly dragged him down to the dining room.

When they entered the dining room, Mufasa looked up a grinned at the two children. He was sitting at the head of the table. On his right, was Sarabi, his queen. Next to Sarabi was Sarafina, Nala's mother. There were two empty chairs across from Sarabi and Sarafina, on Mufasa's left. Simba and Nala each took the seat across from their mother.

After a few minutes, Mufasa looked up at the door, checking to see if anyone had entered or was going to. No one was there, so he looked down and kept eating his breakfast. Nala and Simba looked at each other, and shrugged at this unusual behavior. A few minutes later, Mufasa looked up again, still no one was there. He seemed a bit angered by this. Nevertheless, he kept eating, only stopping to whisper something to Zazu, who scurried off afterwards.

Just as everyone was finishing up, the door creaked open, revealing a tall man with greasy black hair and a scar over his left eye. He scowled as everyone looked up at him.

"Brother," Mufasa said in a stern tone while standing up, "You missed breakfast. Where have you been?"

"What?" Scar said in an icy tone, which sent shivers up Nala's spine, "Can't a fellow explore his homeland without being scolded for missing breakfast? Oh, you sound just like mother," he said in a fake-saddened tone, sticking up bottom lip out. But his scowl returned soon after.

"At least one of us sounds like an adult," Mufasa said, sitting once again. Scar frowned and approached the table. He scooped up a piece of toast and a few pieces of bacon and dismissed himself. As son as the door closed, Mufasa rubbed his temples with his fingers,

"Oh, what am I going to do with him," Mufasa murmured. Sarabi stood and put a comforting hand on his back, to which Mufasa returned a smile.

"Children," Sarafina began, "You may be excused. But Nala," Nala looked up as she was standing, "I need you to meet me outside on the rock in an hour. We have some things to discuss," Nala and Simba left the dining room together. Nala was confused by what her mother wanted to talk to her about, and decided to ask Simba once they returned to their room.

"Duh," Simba replied to her question, once they were back in their room, "My parents said the same thing to me back in March," Nala still looked confused, "You know," Simba kept going, she was still confused, though, "Before my thirteenth birthday?!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Nala replied

"Jeez," Simba said, sitting on his bed, "That took a while," Nala chucked a pillow at him, "Sorry! Okay? Anyway, it's the You-Are-Turning-Thirteen-And-There-Is-A-Ritual-You-Must-Follow Talk. I got it earlier this year. My ritual was stopping wearing a shirt, just a vest, and starting to paint the princely symbol on my chest. It's nothing big like chanting around a fire while sacrificing a goat, or something," Nala laughed at what Simba said, and he laughed with her. Nala glanced at the sundial and practically jumped a foot,

"Crap!" she yelled as she got up, "I'm late! See ya, Simba!" she called as she ran downstairs and outside. Simba sighed, and started throwing a ball up and down in the air, while laying flat on his bed. He was broke out of this game by a small knock on his door.

"Come in," Simba said, sitting up. In walked Simba's father, Mufasa. He walked over and sat next to Simba,

"I think you and I should have a talk while Nala is having one with her mother," Mufasa said kindly,

"But I'm already thirteen!" Simba defended, Mufasa chuckled,

"Not that talk," he looked at Simba, "I want to show you something my father showed me. Come with me," Mufasa put a gentle hand on Simba's shoulder as they got up. The two walked outside in front of their hut. Mufasa led Simba up to the tip of the rock where he was first presented to the village. Mufasa sat down, his feet dangling over the edge, even though they were a few stories up. Simba sat cross-legged next to his father.

"Look out to our city Simba," Simba looked past where they were sitting and out to their village, "Look past the city, to the grasslands beyond. Everything the light touches, will belong to you someday," Mufasa smiled down at his son. Simba looked up with a sparkle in his eyes,

"Everything?" he asked naively. Mufasa chuckled,

"Yes, Simba, everything," Simba looked out to the horizon and scanned everything. His eyes came upon a place hidden from the sun's warming rays,

"Hey, dad?" Simba asked, Mufasa looked down at his son, "What about that shadow-y place over there," he pointed to the place, Mufasa's expression hardened,

"Listen to me Simba," Mufasa said, "You must never go there,"

"Why?" Simba asked innocently, Mufasa gave a humorless chuckle,

"You'll understand when your older. Follow me," Mufasa led Simba out to the savannah, "As king," Mufasa began again, continuing his lecture, "You must respect all creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope," Mufasa looked up to where a few were passing them now.

"But dad," Simba asked, "Don't we eat the antelope?"

"Yes, Simba, but let me explain," Mufasa said, "When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are connected in the great Circle of Life," Simba looked around himself and imagined every living thing intertwined with each other, all connected. Mufasa chuckled and led Simba back towards the village.

"Come now, I can see Nala and her mother returning. You two have chores to do,"

"Aw, dad!" Simba said as he followed his father. He wasn't looking forward to doing his chores, but he did want to tell Nala what he just learned. Maybe one day they could sneak off to visit that dark place he mentioned earlier.

Just then Nala came up to him and Simba talked to Nala in a hushed voice about what he was just told. Nala said maybe to his offer about visiting it one day. She also said they should get a head start on their chores so they could go explore before it got dark. Simba hesitated, but agreed with her in the end.

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