Disclaimer: LazyAuthoress does not own Kuroko no Basuke, Harry Potter or Pottermore. The only thing she owns is this plot. This applies to all the chapters on this story.

A.N.: Hello! I'm LazyAuthoress, Hufflepuff, wand: Laurel wood with unicorn hair core, solid and eleven inches (source Pottermore). Wandlore: "It is said that a laurel wand cannot perform a dishonorable act, although in the quest for glory, laurel wands have been known to perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic." (source Pottermore).

I like to study Wandlore so it will take a big impact in the story, specially Takao, which is my favorite character and who I have chosen to follow my path. Also, today is his birthday! So I posted to celebrate.

I've recently fallen in love with KnB and I've always been a hardcore Harry Potter fan; and on the other day I read The Black Flamingo101's ficwith Junjou Romantica in Hogwarts. Total crackfic! But I felt like doing a Harry Potter crossover myself.

Main pairings are Midorima and Takao (because they're my favorites in the series) and some Aomine, Kagami and Kuroko (favorite trio).

If their actions, thoughts and ideas seem out, please remember that they are children, in an age before their entrance in Teiko, so their personalities are not so twisted.

Also, be warned that this will start as friendship but eventually evolve into romance.

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Kuroko no Hogwarts

Through time there have always been, hidden from Muggle eyes, magical communities where wizards and witches lived. Not to say that they didn't live in other places, but they preferred this for commodity issues. That and they really didn't get Muggles.

This communities/neighborhoods/blocks or whatever, usually are quite the lovely places! Where friendly old ladies charm their tulips and honking daffodils to grow more colorful than those of her friends', children laugh and play Quidditch in the backyards, clumsy young wizards explode potions in yard sheds and the occasional angry housewife that hexes a broom or rolling pin after her cheating husband.

Of course there are bad things too. The sporadic jinks on someone's mail box; the customary complains about his or hers owl's messes on the fences and children fighting after coming back from elementary school - also conveniently part of the community - that originate problems: craters, smoking explosions, someone throwing up slugs for a week… Yes. Because children before the age of ten, when they reach the magic learning age, are quite susceptible to magical problems. There are usually many problems of control when anger is involved. And without it, there's no telling what will happen. In fact… anything from baldness to 3rd degree burns and worse can happen.

And this is where our story begins. Not really but I think you'll understand my point.

In one of these neighborhoods, there was once a huge boom. Figuratively and not.

It was a huge boom firstly because of the great amount of children that were born that year in that particular community. Some still live there and others don't. But the ones that matter do live there.

And that was the second reason for it to be a boom. A literal one. The biggest explosion ever in the history of magical incidents involving children out of school age.

Explosions of some meters are usual in powerful children when they're five or six. Aomine Daiki was eighteen months old when he exploded his home and part of the neighbor house making it a record. Not only that but he demonstrated great control over his magical abilities for such a young child. His magical aura grew so strong animals were afraid to get near him. And by the age of five he had singlehandedly defeated a vampire that had wandered near. This soon gained him the name of a prodigy.

And he wasn't the only one who showed aptitude for greatness from an early age, as well as abnormally strong control over one's abilities. There was also his neighbor Momoi Satsuki - his other neighbor mind you - that turned out to be a powerful Seer and whose predictions were even more accurate than those of her mother's; Kise Ryouta, that turned his house upside down, making it balance on its roof and liked to transfigure the neighbor's dogs into ugly ceramic garden figures, spoons and flower pots; Murasakibara Atsushi that was capable of duplicating every single type of food he wanted and had a knack for blowing people like balloons and letting them float when upset; Midorima Shintaro who was capable of conjuring simple spells even without a wand, specially of healing type, and was obsessed with the local horoscope magazine, Oha Asa; the boy everyone seemed to forget about, Kuroko Tetsuya, capable of potent invisibility spells, usually on himself, and memory spells; and Akashi Seijūrō, who bloomed the last, when in first grade he managed to take full control of his teacher's body and mind for several weeks before anyone noticed.

And this was the third reason for it to be a boom. The great number of geniuses born in that one generation. They soon became the talk of the magical world and the Generation of Miracles, as they were known, received many requests from hysterical mommies and daddies from the Ministry that wanted their precious little thing to have his acknowledgment as a genius; all of them unfunded and denied. Schools battled for the right of having them as pupils when of age and the more fearful ones started ranting about the rise of a new order and a possible new dark lord from among them.

But still, the seven remained, albeit living in fame, on that little community until the beginning of our story.

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When Akashi called, they answered. It was an unspoken rule. Akashi was like their leader and he was scary. He scared even the adults. No one defied him. Young Midorima sighed as he walked down the street, on an early summer morning, to meet his equals. He wasn't feeling so great today as Oha Aha had only placed Cancers on 10th in the ranking. He hoped that the small bell that was his lucky item for the day would keep him away from any major tragedies.

"Hello Midorima-kun! Seijūrō-kun is on the living room with the others." Akashi's mother greeted him. She was a small woman that didn't seem to have many ideas of her own. Shintarō wondered if it was the daily influence of her child. But then again, his father seemed fine, from the few times he had seen him. A strictly business related man. So different from his ever present and friendly parents.

He watched her leave to the kitchen and sighed again. Great! He was late. Hopefully Akashi would be in a good mood.

"Shintarō. It's unusual for you to be late." A boy with red hair regarded him calmly from his giant armchair as he walked into the living room. Bad sign.

"I'm sorry. My luck is low today. Am I the last one? Where is Kuroko, nanodayo?" Midorima apologized as he made way for one of the couches.

"Tetsuya's here." Akashi pointed to the side of his seat and true to word, a small blue haired boy, seating on the floor, appeared as if by magic – which was likely.

"Oh." He softly nodded in acknowledgment as he stroked his bell. Hopefully Akashi wouldn't berate him too much.

"Sheesh! Midorima-kun! I feel so offended! Why is it that you have more faith in that make believe fortune teller than in me!" The only girl in the group, seating across from him on another couch, pouted in her pretty pink dress that matched her hair.

"It's a different type of prediction. Besides… you never give me any lucky items." He pouted as well. This was a very old discussion.

"Because there is no such thing!" Momoi protested frustrated.

Keeping himself from sighing again – it would be rude – his eyes left the pouting girl to pause at the dark skinned boy seating beside her. Aomine was rudely snoring as he slept, his head awkwardly bent behind.

Eyes wandering again, this time stopping on the last two boys who were supposed to be part of his "friends", like his mother oh-so-happily liked to call them, Midorima wondered why he called them his equals. They had nothing in common after all. Sure they were famous… but he was expected to hang with these people who liked none of the things he did! He really preferred being alone.

The last two were seating on the floor. Kise, with his blindingly blonde hair was happily snacking from a bag of pumpkin pastries that Murasakibara was duplicating and eating. The purple haired boy was must have had some giant blood in his family. As far as he knew even his parents were tall and large. Already Atsushi was showing signs of enormous growth. Kise was just annoying.

Murasakibara Atsushi was the second person Midorima handled the worse in the group. The first was Kuroko. Cancers and Aquarius just didn't hang along. Oha Asa was extraordinary.

The room turned silent as Akashi cleared his throat. Even Aomine woke up and Kise stopped chewing. Murasakibara continued eating though. Eating was his normal state after all. Everyone turned to look at the red haired boy.

"Now that you're all paying attention…" He eyed everyone with a friendly smile that made Midorima completely uncomfortable for some reason. "As you know, this summer we'll be receiving our application letters for magic schools. I've decided we should attend Hogwarts because it has the most prestige." He let the information sink before continuing. "My father has already informed me about the houses and I believe the best choice for us would be Slytherin. Great sorcerers have left the House of Slytherin, that rewards ambition, and we are expected only to perform the best. So make sure you get that thought on your head." Akashi eyed the entire room that nodded affirmatively. Hell, even if they didn't agree they would still nod. "Great! Sorry for taking your time. Please return home safely. I need to get ready. My father will take me to see his meeting in the Ministry and I wish to be presentable. And please, do tell if you receive your letter. We shall commemorate." He finished with the overfriendly smile that Shintarō didn't like.

As they walked out he couldn't help overhear Kise's comment of indifference about the House he would be selected to and Momoi's declaration of following her Dai-chan to which house he would be selected to.

Shintarō, himself couldn't stop thinking about it. Had he been randomly selected o Slytherin, he probably wouldn't have minded. But the imposition was irking him. Still… One doesn't go against Akashi.

"It seems like you want to protest Midorima-kun."

Like most of the times Kuroko liked to randomly appear, Midorima jumped a bit to the side not having been prepared to hear another voice.

"Kuroko." He acknowledged.

"Midorima-kun… I don't wish to go to Slytherin." The small said very seriously and Shintarō had to stare a bit. It was the first time he had heard the other boy speak against the redhead. "Please do not tell Akashi-san yet. I'll let the ceremony speak for itself."

They walked in silence for a bit but this time Midorima tried not lose sight of his companion. He had never expected this. Kuroko must have been out of his mind.

Soon they reach an intersection but before they separated the smaller boy turned to him once more. "You should start thinking about what you want to do, Midorima-kun."

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Tetsuya knew that he had just left Midorima in a state of shock but he was confident on his decision.

Despite the permanent neutral expression in his face, Kuroko Tetsuya was capable of strong emotions. He was passionate about what he cared. And right now he was caring about his friends. He just couldn't stand as they escaped normality with each new day.

It was ridiculous really… the media and the people… How could they congratulate him on such a curse? For one, those poor kids would be forever labeled as different. But not only that… He, for example, was condemned to forever be ignored or forgotten. How could they pair him with them when he was incapable of controlling his power? But Akashi was the worse. Akashi was forever fated to be feared. How happy must he have been when he was presented with a bunch of kids that did not fear him for his powers! Much, at least. Even now it was pitiful as he tried to keep them close to him on all circumstances. And poor Akashi wasn't even aware of it.

He needed to save them. He need to make Akashi understand that trying to control people wouldn't make him any real friends. The others… they didn't care about it yet but… they would feel it, he was sure. Being completely under Akashi's control. Puppets that played to their master's contempt.

But not Midorima. He still had some ideas of his own. Even if he didn't like him so much, Kuroko had some hope. Akashi liked Midorima a lot. It would be a shock if… And Midorima needed some real friends too. Yes. He was confident. Slowly, but certain, it would work.

And Aomine… He really wasn't sure what to do. Aomine was already feeling the alienation and lately he was turning very arrogant. Kuroko didn't like the way it was headed. At first he thought that Aomine would be like Akashi, since he was the most dangerous after the redhead, and he liked him a lot, but he had and would ever have Momoi. Maybe he should leave him to her. She would be able to take care of him.

As he walked inside his house, his father passed him not even acknowledging his presence as always.

"I'm home." He stated as clear as possible.

His father was slightly startled but as soon as he was capable of seeing him he greeted him warmly with a smile and a hug. "Welcome back, little man!" God knows how horrible his parents must feel for not noticing their own son, and repetitively losing him when he is seating besides them. Tetsuya only owned a small album of pictures, his parents never knowing where he was when younger. Once they even wondered if they were crazy and didn't have a child after all. But they loved him and tried their best to make it up for him. "Hey! There's something for you on the kitchen table!" His father smiled even further and he could just guess what it was. As he approached the table, his name shined proudly on the neat letter with Hogwarts' crest on.

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A.N.: I don't have anything against Slytherin, mind you. My own sister is a Slytherin and I like her a lot… most of the time. She was sad at first but we told her: "If you are there, Slytherin is already a better place." It's our actions that tell us who we are.