Harry Potter and the Noble Gaeans

A/N: Well here is a crazy fanfic that was written on a caffeine-high. Tell me what you think and I promise to update as soon as possible.

Disclaimer: HA Ha HA! I own nothing, just the idea that my lovely homeade mocha helped me to create on this fine evening. Harry Potter and The Vision of Escaflowne belong to their respective Copywright owners. So don't sue me!

Prologue:

It was the beginning of a new term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly, and Hermione Granger were making their way to their usual compartment on the back of the Hogwarts Express Train. When they reached the compartment, they found it to be habitated by some unfamiliar faces. There was a girl with short brown hair, hazel eyes, and a muggle high school track uniform, a boy with black hair, almost as long as the girl's hair, red eyes, and he wore kaki colored pants and a red shirt, and there was a long, and a blonde-haired young man wearing a frilly white shirt and black pants, which fit him very snuggly (which Hermione couldn't help but notice).

"Hello, do you all mind if we sit in this compartment with you?" Hermione asked.

"It would be an honor," said the blonde-haired guy, getting up as soon as he noticed her. He bowed respectfully.

"I don't see why not," said the girl with short hair. The black haired boy just kept silent, with an angry expression on his face as he looked out the window. He was trying his best not to look at the intruders.

"Thanks," said Ron.

"What are your names?" asked Harry, as he, Ron, and Hermione sat in the vacant seats opposite of the others.

"My name is Hitomi Kanzaki," said the girl.

"I am Sir Allen Shezar of the-" the blonde-haired youth sai, but then the other guy stomped on his foot. "Oww!" Allen cried out in pain. "This idiot is Van Fanel. He's quite anti-social until you get to know him. After the first few months of getting to know him, he isn't so bad."

"Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Harry Potter, this is my friend Ron Weasly, and this is our friend Hermione Granger," said Harry, shaking Allen's hand. Ron didn't care much for Allen, but Harry didn't seem to mind him. Hermione was smitten with admiration for him.

All of a sudden, a blonde-haired, very attractive young lady walked into the compartment. "Oh Allen, did you know this train has a built in chamber pot?" she said, trying to get Allen's attention.

"Princess Millerna..." Allen said, turning red. He wasn't quite used to the place either, but she was acting quite out of character for a lady.

"What have I told you about calling me that, Allen!" she asked him, obviously very angry with him, as if there were something that she was trying to hide from the rest of the people in the compartment. She put her hands on her hips, but then the expression on her face changed as she noticed that there were strangers in the compartment. She apologized and introduced herself as Millerna Aston. They introduced themselves again and so on and so forth.

Harry couldn't help but ask them about where they were from "Pardon me, but this is your first time at Hogwarts? You all look far too old to be first years, so are you foreign exchange students?"

"Not exactly foreign exchange students. We just transfered here from another school. Sorry, but we can't really talk much about it," said Hitomi, sincerely.

Harry began to wonder why they were there. The thought occured to him that they weren't average wizards and a witch. They wouldn't transfer unless there was something VERY important for them to do. They could very well be some of the foreign wizards that were to aide the Order of the Phoenx with fighting off Voldemort and his many followers. He immediately became curious about the ranks of these people as well, one of them was a knight and another a princess. The fact that they were so anxious to cover up their identities made him even more curious, so curious that he had to ask them something, but Ron beat him to it before he got the chance.

"Wait... you wouldn't have anything to do with the order, would you?" Ron asked them.

"The order?" Hitomi asked them, raising an eyebrow. She was trying to pretend like she didn't know what they were talking about. Van began to smirk. He had found who he was looking for.

"So, you are the Harry Potter that we are searching for," said Van. "If you are him, then we should explain ourselves, but not here."

"Alright, sounds good," said Harry, firmly shaking hands with Van, looking each other in the eye with a new found respect for the other. Everyone else exchanged glances and there were a few nods. They already understood that they would have to get along as allies.

"It's good to know that we will all be friends," said Millerna, smiling. She was looking specifically at Hermione,who had been glaring at her furiously because Millerna had the nerve to sit on Allen's lap. Of course Allen would not object to it, in fact he smiled because there was a silent battle over him between two beautiful young women.

For the rest of the journey towards Hogwarts everyone was mostly silent, except for when a few intruders decided to make their usual rounds. In walked Draco Malfoy and his two usual goons, Vincent Crabbe and Greggory Goyle. They had somehow grown another few inches and their necks were beginning to be almost as thick as their heads. They followed very closely behind him as he barged in on their silence.

"Well if it isn't the potty, the weasel, and the muddblood!" exclaimed Malfoy, with a fake expression of surprise. "And it looks like there are some newcomers. If you want to get in with the right crowd, you don't want to follow these losers."

Both Van and Allen wished that they had their swords with them at that moment. They were both very tempted to slice up these strangers.

"Thanks anyway," said Van cooly. "We don't need trash like you to tell us who to follow."

With that last remark, Crabbe and Goyle began to flex their muscles and were ready to attack on Malfoy's command. Before any of this could happen there was a loud shriek from the compartment ahead of theirs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" sreamed the shrill voices of some first year girls. "FIRE! FIRE! SOMEONE HELP US PLEASE! THIS GUY IS A LUNATIC!"

"Oh gods... Dilandau must have gotten ahold of a fire spell. I knew that we should have not brought Celena along," said Allen, shaking his head.

"Who?" Ron asked confusedly.

"No time to explain-" said Allen rushing out of his seat as soon as Millerna got off of him. He ran into the next compartment, followed by all of the others in the compartment.

There was a crazy wizard with pale grayish-silver hair who was laughing with an insane flicker in his eye as a seat burst into flames.

"NO DILANDAU!" yelled Allen. "What did I tell you about fire spells!" he was furious. "NEVER INDOORS OR ANYWHERE FOR THAT MATTER!" He, Ron, Harry, and Van were quick to disarm the wizard and put out the fire. Hermione made sure to restore the seat to its proper condition. For the rest of the train ride they always kept at least two wizards on guard to make sure that he didn't try anything like that again. He glared furiously at them, and just before they got to Hogwarts he attacked Harry. Luckilly Harry knew how to disarm any wizard. With success he used the expelliarmus charm in his own defense agains the insane pyro. The pyro immediately became his enemy and one of Draco Malfoy's best friends.

...el fin de prologue...

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