Before I start, I would like to warn you about major spoilers for Umineko Chiru. If you haven't read at least the summary, then I wouldn't recommend spoiling yourself.

And Umineko and Harry Potter don't belong to me.

Chapter 1: Awakening

Professor Dumbledore was, by all standards, considered an odd man. But, as he sat across from a silver-haired lady in Victorian dress, he, like all humans, felt a pang of incredulity. Who was she? How had she suddenly appeared in his office when it was impossible to Apparate in or out of Hogwarts? And why had her eyes not opened the entire time she sat across from him?

Despite his wonderings, Dumbledore managed his usual affable smile, and ushered her to a seat. With a small curtsey, she took it.

"And who may I have the pleasure of entertaining this evening?"

"Pardon me for my unexplained appearance. My name is Lady Virgilia, and I had an interest in your seat of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, which, I heard, was on offer this year."

"Ah, I see. Do you have any credentials, Lady Virgilia?"

"I'm afraid I have none. You see, I was magically schooled in Japan, and originally served as a servant to a high-ranking witch. I do, however, have my certificate of graduation."

"That shall do." As Dumbledore scanned a sheet of parchment she handed him, he noticed some peculiarities. "With your academic excellence, it seems you could have done better than a mere servant."

"Rather, the witch family I served had a penchant for intelligent, powerful servants. It was a requirement that we should be able to defend the noble family from any intruders. Therefore, I was obliged to have these academic achievements."

Dumbledore nodded slowly, eyes twinkling. The witch across from him sent a small, answering smile.

"However, Lady Virgilia, I must explain one factor of this occupation to you. It almost seems as though the seat of Defence Against the Dark Arts is cursed."

Virgilia nodded. "I am well aware of it. In any situation, I am not likely to keep this place for another year. I have other obligations."

"I see. And… is there anything else you would like to ask?"

"Well… I would like to recommend a new student. He is surprisingly bright and capable at magic, even though he strongly refuses to accept it. His name… is Battler Ushiromiya."

Battler jolted up in bed, panting. What…

Wait… what? Why was he…? His room? Just a moment…

His last memory… a lady in pink, a scowl on her face. 'So then, Battler? You want to be known as Endless Sorcerer? Well, I can't have that. Not until you've proven yourself worthy of the title… Don't you agree, Bern-chan?' Her sneering face, and that of the girl's next to her. And then there was pain. Excruciating pain. And the other girl… her name… Bernkastel? Her voice was echoing throughout his head. 'Well, Battler. Here is your challenge. Try escaping from this kakera, and we might just consider you a sorcerer. And then, you might have a chance at beating Furudo-chan's theory. Of coouuurrse, if you can't manage it, you be stuck in this world foreverrr.'

Her giggles, the lady in pink's chortles, and another girl with two long pigtails…

And Beatrice…

That memory was crystal clear. Reviving from his death, her empty shell in his arms. His cries… finally extracting the blade of red from himself, only to be stopped by these witches…

What had happened during these games of death… he could remember them all. It was a game, only between him and Beato! These witches, he would deny them! He would stop this endless cycle!

If only he could find out what was happening…

"Onii-chan! Onii-chan! Wake up sleepyhead!" Battler openly gasped as Ange flew into his arms, her red hair flying loosely everywhere.

"Ange?! You're… alive?" Ange looked up at him, a puzzled pout on her face.

"Onii-chan, what do you mean?"

"Che. Little brat must've had a bad dream again last night. C'mon, you're fifteen. Time to grow out of being afraid of these little nightmares."

'I'm… fifteen?' Battler wondered. What on earth were these witches trying to achieve by making him younger by three years, and making Ange older by the same amount? What twisted game were they up to? More importantly, what was the date?

"Now then, Rudolf, don't go bullying poor Battler-kun." Kyrie. How many times had he seen her drenched in blood, her last expression of horror etched on her face?

"Gah… Kyrie, it was only in fun…"

"Battler-onii-chan! Hurry! Hurry! You have to get up and cook pancakes for me! You promised!"

Perhaps… this kakera… wasn't so bad after all.

Harry Potter sighed a little as he stumbled out of bed. He had a pretty strange dream the night before, though he couldn't really remember exactly what it was about… just the general feeling of it. Ever since the Triwizard tournament… he had been having such bizarre dreams. Flashes of blue and red raced past his memory of the dream.

Padding to the bathroom, he was stopped dead in his tracks by…

"Who… who on earth are you?" A woman with long, silvery hair smiled benignly over him. Her dress was a flowing black, with white ruffles on the sleeves and front.

"Why, happy birthday, Harry Potter. Professor Dumbledore sent me to guide you to Diagon Alley. I hope you have packed?"

Harry coloured. The truth was, Professor Dumbledore had sent him owl post saying that he was going to send someone to pick up Harry from the Dursleys, but a date had never been specified. Harry had barely packed up any of his things.

"Er… well…" Virgilia only nodded graciously.

"Then, Harry, could you please lead me to your room? It should only take a simple spell." Gulping slightly, Harry nodded.

His room was an adolescent mess. However, Virgilia seemed unfazed, or perhaps, she couldn't see it. The entire time they had been talking, Virgilia had not opened her eyes once. Waving her wand, Harry's room was restored to an angular neatness, and all his necessary belongings were tidily stowed in his suitcase. Hedwig's cage was gently dropped onto the zipped suitcase, a neatly written note was stuck to the door and everything was ready for their journey to Diagon Alley.

"Now then, Harry, take my arm. We will use apparition."

Harry nodded, and a familiar sensation engulfed them both. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron, and the sunrise illuminating the horizon.

"Now then, Harry, you'll find that a room has already been booked for you. If there is anything you need, don't hesitate to tell the innkeeper. I now have other duties to attend to."

"W-wait! I still don't know who you are!"

The witch paused a little, before replying. "My name is Virgilia, and I am your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." With that, she gave him a final curtsey and disappeared, not with a pop, but in a flutter of… golden butterflies?

As Harry settled into his room, he slumped onto the bed with a sigh. This was happening all too quickly.

July 31, 1995. The date itself seemed to be strange. He had been sent into the future? Battler pondered upon the peculiarities of this kakera. Through passing conversation between his father and stepmother, he found out that Rokkenjima had been sold a month ago, Jessica and her family had moved nearby, and Kinzo was, apparently, an affable gentleman, certainly not unhinged or practicing any weird black magic. He also died peacefully, and respectably, from old age. Another change was that Kinzo had already written his will, preventing any weird murders from happening. However, Kyrie mentioned that Kinzo's hobby of investigating Chinese medicine had caused his study to smell like strange, sickly-sweet herbal extracts. Evidently, there were some things which couldn't change.

"Battler-kun, is anything the matter? You seem somewhat… distant." Kyrie's voice broke into his thoughts.

Battler attempted his usual grin. "Ihihi… of course I feel terrible. Jessica's boobs are too close to us, now that she's moved so near. My hands are gonna itch every time I pass by her apartment~! …Oww! Dad!"

"Not in front of your little sister, brat."

"Eh? Why are onii-chan's hands itchy?" Ange's innocent, inquiring voice piped up. "If Ange scratches them, will onii feel better?"

"Ahaha… Ange… I'm pretty sure that won't help." Battler laughed sheepishly.

Ange pouted slightly. "Why? If you're itchy, you scratch."

"Ah… Ange-chan, Battler-kun was joking." Kyrie attempted to clear the awkward atmosphere.

At that point, the doorbell rung.

"Eh? Who could it be, this early in the morning? Maybe Natsuhi-san needs to borrow something?"

The door opened to reveal… an eccentric looking old man with a long flowing beard. And behind him…

"VIRGILIA?!"

Yay! End of first chapter!

Okay, I had this plot bunny in my head already, and someone in the Umineko Kink meme suggested a HP/Umineko crossover (of course, I won't be including anything... kink memey). Seeing what a popular reaction there was, I decided not to wait until the end of Umineko, unlike what I previously had planned, to write this. I won't update this until I finish the next chapter of 'When they meet' so… you might have to wait a while…

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