Connections Of Earth
Chapter 1
by Ree-b
rating: R, although it will be PG-13 in some chapters due to lack of
physical intimacy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the names and characters associated with
Sailormoon or Harry Potter. The plot, however, is original.
Enjoy!
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Why did he have to go back? It had been all of two weeks and he had
already begun to wish he did not have to stay with the Dursley's all
summer long. So much had happened this past year. Everything had
come to an abrupt peak and nothing was solved. The ministry now knew
that Voldemort was alive again so, at least, Harry didn't have to deal
with nasty comments about Dumbledore and himself. A member of the
Order of Phoenix would check in a couple times a week. So he didn't
feel COMPLETELY cut off from the magical world. But he had yet to
see his friends. He missed them greatly. He missed how Ron could
make light of any situation and How Hermione would deduce a problem
down to it's most logical solution. He even missed the non-stop
bickering between the two. But it was too early to hear from them,
right? It had only been two weeks. They just haven't thought about
it yet. Well, he wasn't about to just sit around. This was the
first year that Harry can freely keep in contact with his friends.
After the threats from various Order members, the Dursley's gave
Hedwig free range and haven't once complained about neighbors
becoming suspicious.
But all of these things seemed to be on the back burner. Sirius was
no longer alive. He still hadn't gotten over the loss of the only
father figure he had ever had. Sirius had become a mix of parent and
friend that Harry missed greatly. Harry thought about everything he
would have done differently if he could live that night at the
ministry over again. But it wouldn't help anything. Sirius was
still dead. Voldemort was still at large. And he still had no one
to talk to about it.
Harry sat in his small, barely furnished, bedroom on number four
Privet Drive. He was at his desk, staring lazily out the window. He
half hoped he would see Ron and his brothers in Mr. Weasley's
enchanted car flying towards his window to rescue him from the muggle
infested house he occupied. But he knew that wouldn't be happening.
In his second year, He and Ron had crash landed the car and it had
slowly gone wild in the Forbidden Forest.
The only excitement Harry got was scaring the wit out of Dudley and
watching the skies for Hedwig. He didn't even have any homework yet.
He didn't know which classes he would be taking yet. When his O.W.L.S.
arrived in a few weeks, he would have his assignments for the
classes he had made it into. This also put Harry on edge. To be able
to follow in the footsteps of the witches and wizards he admired such
as Moody and his parents, Harry had to get O.W.L.S. in almost all of
his classes including potions, his worst subject. He almost dreaded
getting an O.W.L. in potions just because he would then be in a smaller
more in depth class with none other than Prof. Snape. After such a
horrible run in with Snape last year, Harry knew that any classroom
time with Snape would be much worse. Would he even be allowed back
into Snape's classroom. When he had last been there, Snape had been
so incredibly mad that he had forbid Harry from ever coming back to his
classroom. But surely, if Harry needed to continue potions, Dumbledore
would make sure that Snape would allow him back.
As these many thoughts run through his head, there is always a thought
lingering in the back. Voldemort. He was back with his Death Eaters
now. The Ministry was now acknowledging his come-back. But were they
doing anything about it? Harry didn't know a thing that was going on,
except what he read in the Daily Prophet. And they didn't write much.
Each edition mostly read like a small warning label, ' Do remember
that followers of You-Know-Who are everywhere and cannot be trusted.
If you have any information aiding in the capture of He-Who-Shall-Not-
Be-Named, please contact the Ministry of Magic immediately. Please be
careful.' It made Harry sick that they didn't tell the people what had
happened. The closest thing they had was the article Luna Lovegood's
father posted in his infamous Quiddler magazine of Luna's recollection.
But the ministry denied her presence at the happenings and denying any
penetration of the Ministry. He wished he knew what was going on.
Harry missed having the inner knowledge of the Order of Phoenix that
could be picked up at the Black Mansion. Even if the real information
wasn't getting released to the public, he thought he should have been
informed. Voldemort was after HIM. And only HE could defeat him.
This was also something Harry had thought about a lot. After being
told time and again that killing someone is forbidden, he has to make
the choice to kill someone. Even if it is to kill such a horrible
person such as Voldemort. Killing is killing. Would he be able to
complete the act when the time came? What if he isn't strong enough?
What if when the time does come, Voldemort finds some way to get out
of death? Or what if it as he had been told back in his first year,
that Voldemort is no longer Human enough to die?
But Harry didn't want to think about Voldemort any longer. His
thoughts of what if's and How come's were depressing him. So after
one more glace to the sky in search of Hedwig or the magical car he
knew would not come, he stood from his desk and made his way to the door.
The Dursley's no longer bothered him when he sat amongst them. He
frequently sat and watched news on the T.V. Harry could almost forget
all of the worries he had in his magical world when he watched muggle
news. The combination of absurd reasons for things Harry clearly
recognized as magical and the trivial things that were talked about
made Harry almost laugh sometimes.
Harry made his way downstairs and to the couch in front of the T.V.
There he found Dudley, his overly chubby cousin, flipping rapidly
through channels. In his hand he grasped a celery stick. Yes,
Dudley was still on a diet. Harry's Aunt Petunia had slacked it
slightly. But since Dudley was still limited to incredibly
nutritious items, he was determined to each as much of it as
possible. He still took up the majority of the two-person couch
by himself. So Harry sat in what had now become his typical position.
On the floor leaning up against the couch that groaningly supported
Dudley. It wasn't Harry's pick of places to sit. But he couldn't
complain. At least they were letting him sit in the same room.
Harry's Uncle Vernon was also in the room. He gave Harry a burning
glare form his position in the large recliner. Harry had an idea
that his uncle still thought it strange for a boy his age to enjoy
watching the news. Vernon quickly got annoyed with the ever-changing
screen and cleverly asked Dudley to change it to the news so not to
annoy Dudley.
Just as Dudley changed to the news a different story was coming on. It
was not a new story. In fact this story had been all over the muggle
news ever since and possibly before Harry returned from school. It was
the peace conferences. Apparently there have been multiple conferences
around the world discussing the integration of countries. It had
started with things such as putting to use the Euro-dollar and had
gone as far as combining some countries like Russia with the former
areas or the USSR. It seemed to have not yet affected the magical
world for Harry had not yet found any mention of it in the Daily
Prophet. But these conferences interested Harry. And it surely
interested muggles because every time it came on the news, his Aunt and
Uncle were glued to the set. His Uncle was clearly interested in the
financial aspect of it all. Every night his uncle would listen raptly
then scoff at what a bother it had been to switch over to the
Euro-Dollar. But Harry's Aunt was interested in Ms. Usagi Tsukino.
She was the lady heading up all of the peace conferences. Ironically
she was a young woman from Japan. Harry enjoyed hearing about her
just because her name would bring forth comments about how 'a woman
that young shouldn't be making worldwide decisions' from his uncle.
Harry actually found it refreshing to see someone in power that didn't
have one foot in the grave. She was a very beautiful woman as well.
This aspect is what interested Dudley. Dudley and his gang
practically drooled over Ms. Tsukino. His cousins room was almost
covered in posters of the lovely Japanese Diplomat. Harry thought it
ironic that Dudley was fawning over a woman in politics and not some
actress or model.
He turned his attention to the round old man that now filled the
screen. He was jabbering on about what the next Peace Conference
might bring about. Each suggestion seemed more far fetched than the
last. He made it sound as if the world would be one big country when
we woke up in the morning. After a few minutes of listing the many
diplomats in town for the upcoming peace talks, the newsman turned to
a subject he seemed to take great delight in, Ms. Tsukino. A picture
of the Young Diplomat rose up behind the newscaster. She was indeed
a beautiful woman. She had long, silky, pale blond hair that flowed
far past her knees. Harry was sure that if she did not pull up her
golden strands into her unusual style of 'buns and pigtails' her hair
would surely reach the ground. Her slim, petite figure was only
matched in femininity by her long graceful legs. Her face was nothing
short of angelic. She had bright, sky blue eyes that seemed as
fathomless as the ocean. Her pink lips looked kissable soft. Almost
as soft as her...
Harry pulled himself from that train of thought. It didn't help to
think of such unattainable people. Not only was Ms. Tsukino
unreachable, but she was also taken. Usagi was engaged to the world
renowned Dr. Mamoru Chiba. And what made it worse was how good they
looked together. Where he was dark she was light. Where he was tall
she was short. The picture of the golden-haired beauty faded into a
picture of the loving couple wrapped in each others arms.
Harry then watched as the balding newscaster turned over the spotlight
to a woman on location in Japan. She was standing in front of a
hospital in Tokyo where group after group of well dressed men and women
were filtering into a set of sliding doors. They were more than likely
some of the top doctors of the world.
"Doctor after doctor pours through the doors of Matsumoto Hospital
for yet another medical conference. The leading men and women from
almost every medical area from gynecologists to pediatricians have come
to take part in another round of conferences. Last year these same
numerous conferences led to a hospital standard enforced world-wide. We
can only hope that something as great will come from these more recent
conferences. Yet of all of the talent represented through these doors,
one man stands out amongst them all, Dr. Mamoru Chiba. He has been at
the forefront of media through his Fiancée, Ms. Usagi Tsukino. But he
is the brains behind both the conferences last year and the ones taking
place this week. It seems that as Ms. Tsukino brings the world together
politically Dr. Chiba is bringing us together medically."
The news soon came back to yet another woman going on about the couples
upcoming marriage. Harry tuned out the chatter about color schemes and
guest lists. The image of Chiba and Tsukino together kept drifting into
his head. No matter how much his adolescent mind would like to hate
Chiba for having such a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but feel a
connection to him. Maybe it was because he resembled Harry. The
unruly black hair and tall figure made it seem as they were from the
same family line. But it was just a runaway thought. Chiba was
Japanese. Harry didn't have any Asian heritage that he knew of.
Harry's thoughts continued to carry away when the unmistakable boom of
his uncle's voice broke into his thoughts.
"Wha..?" Harry articulated.
"I said, 'if you don't let that BLOODY BIRD in before someone sees it, I
will PERSONALLY see to it that you don't got back to that HORRID school
of yours'." Harry knew that his Uncle couldn't really do anything to
keep him from going back to Hogwarts. The only reason he sprung from
his seat was the mere knowledge that he had more than likely received a
letter from one of his friends. So with swift movements he moved to the
window. As soon as the latch sprang back, Hedwig swooped in flying once
around the room before settling on Harry's shoulder. Just as quickly,
Harry had started on his way up to his room knowing he would be free of
his Uncle's angry glares and mumbled comments about his 'ruddy bird'.
Back in his bare bedroom, the sunlight still pouring in through his
small window flooded his vision. Hedwig moved from her perch on his
shoulder to her cage. Harry removed the letter attached to her leg as
she drank from her bowl. Harry sat back on his bed and unraveled the
letter. He immediately recognized the sloppy scrawling of his best
friend Ron.
Hey Harry,
Everything is so boring here. The only excitement
there's been was last week when Fred and George came
home with a load of their new inventions. We just
HAVE to go see their shop. Maybe we can meet up at
Diagon Alley and go in together.
Hermione says hello. She is freaking out about
O.W.L.S. no being here yet. And I thought she was
bad around exams! She came briefly before her family
left for Japan. Her parents are going to one of the
Medical Conferences where that Dr. Chiba is speaking
in a couple of weeks. She is always talking about
him. I don't see why she is so interested in a muggle.
She is very excited about visiting another culture.
She wants you to know that she will send you some
authentic Japanese items.
We have had a few visits from members of the Order.
But most of the time it is only for a couple minutes.
I don't know where they are meeting now. But we can't
even hear Mum and Dad talk about anything. They are
very careful about what they say. I bet you hear all
kinds of things from all the Order members that visit
your place.
Dad says that it is his turn to check in on you next
time. Mum is going to come with him to see you. I
asked if I could come. But he said it just be more
difficult since I can't apparate. He is going to call
your uncle and ask if he can stop in for dinner. It
would probably be better if you dropped in a good word
for Dad. While he is there he will talk to your Uncle
about coming to visit us.
Well I hope you are doing okay.
from Ron
Harry wished his summer was half as exciting as Ron's seemed to be. At
least He would get a few laughs from a visit from the weasley's. That
is, if his uncle lets them stay.
She lay on the couch facing the television. She had her head in his
lap. He was lazily running his finger through her long silvery-blond
hair. These were the moments Usagi loved the most. These times when
she and Mamoru could sit and just enjoy the presence of each other.
Everything in her life was perfect. They hadn't seen any negative
activity or youmas in four years. And her career as a diplomat for
Japan was at great heights with the world-wide peace conferences.
"Usako?"
"Hn?" Usagi didn't even pull her eyes from the cartoon playing on the
television.
"We should pick a date for our wedding." He said it so matter of
factly that Usagi gave a start and sat up stick straight. She stared
wide-eyed at him for a moment before a large grin spread across her
features. She launched herself into his embrace.
"Really?!?!?! We can set a date? This is so exciting!" Mamoru
opened his arms to the now bouncing blond.
"I was thinking that maybe March would be a good time? Or late
February?" She pulled back to stare into his eyes.
"March would be perfect." Goddess, she loved him so much. She would
now be able to show the world their love would last forever.
"You are perfect, Usako. Not to sound girly or anything," he let out
a great sigh as if it was a relief to have said anything, "but I am
kind of excited about getting to plan all of the little details with
you. So no matter how much I complain, I want you to keep me
informed."
"Okay, Mamo-chan. So what day in March?"
Harry sat around the dinner table with the Dursley's. They were just
finishing up their sparse dinner of Vegetable soup and some bread. His
Aunt was clearing the table and Dudley was trying to lift his fat bottom
off of his seat. Just then the telephone rang. This must be Mr. weasley
calling. Harry had mentioned letting one of the Order members stay for
dinner one night. Harry had tried to not mention that it would be the
same wizard that had blown up his fireplace trying to get into the house
through it. But hopefully Mr. Weasley wouldn't mention anything about
that. Uncle Vernon picked up the phone.
"Hullo, Vernon Dursley speaking." Harry could barely hear the voice
from the other end. That means that if it was Mr. Weasley on the other
end, that he had at least learned from Ron's mistake of talking so loud.
Harry watched his uncle's face attentively. A small scowl appeared
across his features. Mr. Weasley must have just introduced himself.
His uncle must have either remembered who he was or Mr. Weasley had made
the mistake of reminding him. Although the scowl remained, Harry's
uncle had not yet blown up at the "abnormal" man he was speaking to.
Is that a good sign? The conversation continued for quite some time.
Vernon made no comment. He only answered with small grunts. After a
short time, his uncle gave a quick "good day" and hung up. The deep
frown upon his face seemed to deepen as he turned to his wife.
"We'll be having company for dinner tomorrow, Petunia. So set the table
for two extra."
"Who is coming dear?"
Vernon turned his scowl to Harry to show how he disliked his new "guests".
"It will be a couple from that silly group of people that watch over
that boy." Harry's aunt became silent. She knew of what kind of people
he meant. Harry's kind of people. Magic Folk. She was just about as
pleased as Vernon that such odd people were going to be dining in her
kitchen. Dudley had caught on as well. But he didn't seem to care
much. Dudley seemed to avoid him as much as possible. Harry thought
it was because Harry had saved Dudley from the Dementors last summer.
But Harry enjoyed the freedom from Dudley's gang.
As the small talk at the table resumed to the level it was prior to the
phone call, Harry realized how glad he would be to see Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley. Harry could picture Mr. Weasley and his non-stop questions of
how muggle items work appearing right in the middle of the room. It
wouldn't be that surprising to the Dursleys. The Order members had
been appearing from thin air for the past two weeks. The only one who
didn't was Moody. He actually apparated down the street and walked to
the door as not to appear suspicious.
Yes. This dinner tomorrow would certainly make Harry's mood a little
brighter.
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So you liked it enough to make your way to the end of the first chapter.
Well then, sit back and set in for the long haul. This working up to
be a very long story. But I think it is worth it. Please let me know
what you thought of this chapter. Ja ne
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Chapter 1
by Ree-b
rating: R, although it will be PG-13 in some chapters due to lack of
physical intimacy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the names and characters associated with
Sailormoon or Harry Potter. The plot, however, is original.
Enjoy!
********************************************
Why did he have to go back? It had been all of two weeks and he had
already begun to wish he did not have to stay with the Dursley's all
summer long. So much had happened this past year. Everything had
come to an abrupt peak and nothing was solved. The ministry now knew
that Voldemort was alive again so, at least, Harry didn't have to deal
with nasty comments about Dumbledore and himself. A member of the
Order of Phoenix would check in a couple times a week. So he didn't
feel COMPLETELY cut off from the magical world. But he had yet to
see his friends. He missed them greatly. He missed how Ron could
make light of any situation and How Hermione would deduce a problem
down to it's most logical solution. He even missed the non-stop
bickering between the two. But it was too early to hear from them,
right? It had only been two weeks. They just haven't thought about
it yet. Well, he wasn't about to just sit around. This was the
first year that Harry can freely keep in contact with his friends.
After the threats from various Order members, the Dursley's gave
Hedwig free range and haven't once complained about neighbors
becoming suspicious.
But all of these things seemed to be on the back burner. Sirius was
no longer alive. He still hadn't gotten over the loss of the only
father figure he had ever had. Sirius had become a mix of parent and
friend that Harry missed greatly. Harry thought about everything he
would have done differently if he could live that night at the
ministry over again. But it wouldn't help anything. Sirius was
still dead. Voldemort was still at large. And he still had no one
to talk to about it.
Harry sat in his small, barely furnished, bedroom on number four
Privet Drive. He was at his desk, staring lazily out the window. He
half hoped he would see Ron and his brothers in Mr. Weasley's
enchanted car flying towards his window to rescue him from the muggle
infested house he occupied. But he knew that wouldn't be happening.
In his second year, He and Ron had crash landed the car and it had
slowly gone wild in the Forbidden Forest.
The only excitement Harry got was scaring the wit out of Dudley and
watching the skies for Hedwig. He didn't even have any homework yet.
He didn't know which classes he would be taking yet. When his O.W.L.S.
arrived in a few weeks, he would have his assignments for the
classes he had made it into. This also put Harry on edge. To be able
to follow in the footsteps of the witches and wizards he admired such
as Moody and his parents, Harry had to get O.W.L.S. in almost all of
his classes including potions, his worst subject. He almost dreaded
getting an O.W.L. in potions just because he would then be in a smaller
more in depth class with none other than Prof. Snape. After such a
horrible run in with Snape last year, Harry knew that any classroom
time with Snape would be much worse. Would he even be allowed back
into Snape's classroom. When he had last been there, Snape had been
so incredibly mad that he had forbid Harry from ever coming back to his
classroom. But surely, if Harry needed to continue potions, Dumbledore
would make sure that Snape would allow him back.
As these many thoughts run through his head, there is always a thought
lingering in the back. Voldemort. He was back with his Death Eaters
now. The Ministry was now acknowledging his come-back. But were they
doing anything about it? Harry didn't know a thing that was going on,
except what he read in the Daily Prophet. And they didn't write much.
Each edition mostly read like a small warning label, ' Do remember
that followers of You-Know-Who are everywhere and cannot be trusted.
If you have any information aiding in the capture of He-Who-Shall-Not-
Be-Named, please contact the Ministry of Magic immediately. Please be
careful.' It made Harry sick that they didn't tell the people what had
happened. The closest thing they had was the article Luna Lovegood's
father posted in his infamous Quiddler magazine of Luna's recollection.
But the ministry denied her presence at the happenings and denying any
penetration of the Ministry. He wished he knew what was going on.
Harry missed having the inner knowledge of the Order of Phoenix that
could be picked up at the Black Mansion. Even if the real information
wasn't getting released to the public, he thought he should have been
informed. Voldemort was after HIM. And only HE could defeat him.
This was also something Harry had thought about a lot. After being
told time and again that killing someone is forbidden, he has to make
the choice to kill someone. Even if it is to kill such a horrible
person such as Voldemort. Killing is killing. Would he be able to
complete the act when the time came? What if he isn't strong enough?
What if when the time does come, Voldemort finds some way to get out
of death? Or what if it as he had been told back in his first year,
that Voldemort is no longer Human enough to die?
But Harry didn't want to think about Voldemort any longer. His
thoughts of what if's and How come's were depressing him. So after
one more glace to the sky in search of Hedwig or the magical car he
knew would not come, he stood from his desk and made his way to the door.
The Dursley's no longer bothered him when he sat amongst them. He
frequently sat and watched news on the T.V. Harry could almost forget
all of the worries he had in his magical world when he watched muggle
news. The combination of absurd reasons for things Harry clearly
recognized as magical and the trivial things that were talked about
made Harry almost laugh sometimes.
Harry made his way downstairs and to the couch in front of the T.V.
There he found Dudley, his overly chubby cousin, flipping rapidly
through channels. In his hand he grasped a celery stick. Yes,
Dudley was still on a diet. Harry's Aunt Petunia had slacked it
slightly. But since Dudley was still limited to incredibly
nutritious items, he was determined to each as much of it as
possible. He still took up the majority of the two-person couch
by himself. So Harry sat in what had now become his typical position.
On the floor leaning up against the couch that groaningly supported
Dudley. It wasn't Harry's pick of places to sit. But he couldn't
complain. At least they were letting him sit in the same room.
Harry's Uncle Vernon was also in the room. He gave Harry a burning
glare form his position in the large recliner. Harry had an idea
that his uncle still thought it strange for a boy his age to enjoy
watching the news. Vernon quickly got annoyed with the ever-changing
screen and cleverly asked Dudley to change it to the news so not to
annoy Dudley.
Just as Dudley changed to the news a different story was coming on. It
was not a new story. In fact this story had been all over the muggle
news ever since and possibly before Harry returned from school. It was
the peace conferences. Apparently there have been multiple conferences
around the world discussing the integration of countries. It had
started with things such as putting to use the Euro-dollar and had
gone as far as combining some countries like Russia with the former
areas or the USSR. It seemed to have not yet affected the magical
world for Harry had not yet found any mention of it in the Daily
Prophet. But these conferences interested Harry. And it surely
interested muggles because every time it came on the news, his Aunt and
Uncle were glued to the set. His Uncle was clearly interested in the
financial aspect of it all. Every night his uncle would listen raptly
then scoff at what a bother it had been to switch over to the
Euro-Dollar. But Harry's Aunt was interested in Ms. Usagi Tsukino.
She was the lady heading up all of the peace conferences. Ironically
she was a young woman from Japan. Harry enjoyed hearing about her
just because her name would bring forth comments about how 'a woman
that young shouldn't be making worldwide decisions' from his uncle.
Harry actually found it refreshing to see someone in power that didn't
have one foot in the grave. She was a very beautiful woman as well.
This aspect is what interested Dudley. Dudley and his gang
practically drooled over Ms. Tsukino. His cousins room was almost
covered in posters of the lovely Japanese Diplomat. Harry thought it
ironic that Dudley was fawning over a woman in politics and not some
actress or model.
He turned his attention to the round old man that now filled the
screen. He was jabbering on about what the next Peace Conference
might bring about. Each suggestion seemed more far fetched than the
last. He made it sound as if the world would be one big country when
we woke up in the morning. After a few minutes of listing the many
diplomats in town for the upcoming peace talks, the newsman turned to
a subject he seemed to take great delight in, Ms. Tsukino. A picture
of the Young Diplomat rose up behind the newscaster. She was indeed
a beautiful woman. She had long, silky, pale blond hair that flowed
far past her knees. Harry was sure that if she did not pull up her
golden strands into her unusual style of 'buns and pigtails' her hair
would surely reach the ground. Her slim, petite figure was only
matched in femininity by her long graceful legs. Her face was nothing
short of angelic. She had bright, sky blue eyes that seemed as
fathomless as the ocean. Her pink lips looked kissable soft. Almost
as soft as her...
Harry pulled himself from that train of thought. It didn't help to
think of such unattainable people. Not only was Ms. Tsukino
unreachable, but she was also taken. Usagi was engaged to the world
renowned Dr. Mamoru Chiba. And what made it worse was how good they
looked together. Where he was dark she was light. Where he was tall
she was short. The picture of the golden-haired beauty faded into a
picture of the loving couple wrapped in each others arms.
Harry then watched as the balding newscaster turned over the spotlight
to a woman on location in Japan. She was standing in front of a
hospital in Tokyo where group after group of well dressed men and women
were filtering into a set of sliding doors. They were more than likely
some of the top doctors of the world.
"Doctor after doctor pours through the doors of Matsumoto Hospital
for yet another medical conference. The leading men and women from
almost every medical area from gynecologists to pediatricians have come
to take part in another round of conferences. Last year these same
numerous conferences led to a hospital standard enforced world-wide. We
can only hope that something as great will come from these more recent
conferences. Yet of all of the talent represented through these doors,
one man stands out amongst them all, Dr. Mamoru Chiba. He has been at
the forefront of media through his Fiancée, Ms. Usagi Tsukino. But he
is the brains behind both the conferences last year and the ones taking
place this week. It seems that as Ms. Tsukino brings the world together
politically Dr. Chiba is bringing us together medically."
The news soon came back to yet another woman going on about the couples
upcoming marriage. Harry tuned out the chatter about color schemes and
guest lists. The image of Chiba and Tsukino together kept drifting into
his head. No matter how much his adolescent mind would like to hate
Chiba for having such a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but feel a
connection to him. Maybe it was because he resembled Harry. The
unruly black hair and tall figure made it seem as they were from the
same family line. But it was just a runaway thought. Chiba was
Japanese. Harry didn't have any Asian heritage that he knew of.
Harry's thoughts continued to carry away when the unmistakable boom of
his uncle's voice broke into his thoughts.
"Wha..?" Harry articulated.
"I said, 'if you don't let that BLOODY BIRD in before someone sees it, I
will PERSONALLY see to it that you don't got back to that HORRID school
of yours'." Harry knew that his Uncle couldn't really do anything to
keep him from going back to Hogwarts. The only reason he sprung from
his seat was the mere knowledge that he had more than likely received a
letter from one of his friends. So with swift movements he moved to the
window. As soon as the latch sprang back, Hedwig swooped in flying once
around the room before settling on Harry's shoulder. Just as quickly,
Harry had started on his way up to his room knowing he would be free of
his Uncle's angry glares and mumbled comments about his 'ruddy bird'.
Back in his bare bedroom, the sunlight still pouring in through his
small window flooded his vision. Hedwig moved from her perch on his
shoulder to her cage. Harry removed the letter attached to her leg as
she drank from her bowl. Harry sat back on his bed and unraveled the
letter. He immediately recognized the sloppy scrawling of his best
friend Ron.
Hey Harry,
Everything is so boring here. The only excitement
there's been was last week when Fred and George came
home with a load of their new inventions. We just
HAVE to go see their shop. Maybe we can meet up at
Diagon Alley and go in together.
Hermione says hello. She is freaking out about
O.W.L.S. no being here yet. And I thought she was
bad around exams! She came briefly before her family
left for Japan. Her parents are going to one of the
Medical Conferences where that Dr. Chiba is speaking
in a couple of weeks. She is always talking about
him. I don't see why she is so interested in a muggle.
She is very excited about visiting another culture.
She wants you to know that she will send you some
authentic Japanese items.
We have had a few visits from members of the Order.
But most of the time it is only for a couple minutes.
I don't know where they are meeting now. But we can't
even hear Mum and Dad talk about anything. They are
very careful about what they say. I bet you hear all
kinds of things from all the Order members that visit
your place.
Dad says that it is his turn to check in on you next
time. Mum is going to come with him to see you. I
asked if I could come. But he said it just be more
difficult since I can't apparate. He is going to call
your uncle and ask if he can stop in for dinner. It
would probably be better if you dropped in a good word
for Dad. While he is there he will talk to your Uncle
about coming to visit us.
Well I hope you are doing okay.
from Ron
Harry wished his summer was half as exciting as Ron's seemed to be. At
least He would get a few laughs from a visit from the weasley's. That
is, if his uncle lets them stay.
She lay on the couch facing the television. She had her head in his
lap. He was lazily running his finger through her long silvery-blond
hair. These were the moments Usagi loved the most. These times when
she and Mamoru could sit and just enjoy the presence of each other.
Everything in her life was perfect. They hadn't seen any negative
activity or youmas in four years. And her career as a diplomat for
Japan was at great heights with the world-wide peace conferences.
"Usako?"
"Hn?" Usagi didn't even pull her eyes from the cartoon playing on the
television.
"We should pick a date for our wedding." He said it so matter of
factly that Usagi gave a start and sat up stick straight. She stared
wide-eyed at him for a moment before a large grin spread across her
features. She launched herself into his embrace.
"Really?!?!?! We can set a date? This is so exciting!" Mamoru
opened his arms to the now bouncing blond.
"I was thinking that maybe March would be a good time? Or late
February?" She pulled back to stare into his eyes.
"March would be perfect." Goddess, she loved him so much. She would
now be able to show the world their love would last forever.
"You are perfect, Usako. Not to sound girly or anything," he let out
a great sigh as if it was a relief to have said anything, "but I am
kind of excited about getting to plan all of the little details with
you. So no matter how much I complain, I want you to keep me
informed."
"Okay, Mamo-chan. So what day in March?"
Harry sat around the dinner table with the Dursley's. They were just
finishing up their sparse dinner of Vegetable soup and some bread. His
Aunt was clearing the table and Dudley was trying to lift his fat bottom
off of his seat. Just then the telephone rang. This must be Mr. weasley
calling. Harry had mentioned letting one of the Order members stay for
dinner one night. Harry had tried to not mention that it would be the
same wizard that had blown up his fireplace trying to get into the house
through it. But hopefully Mr. Weasley wouldn't mention anything about
that. Uncle Vernon picked up the phone.
"Hullo, Vernon Dursley speaking." Harry could barely hear the voice
from the other end. That means that if it was Mr. Weasley on the other
end, that he had at least learned from Ron's mistake of talking so loud.
Harry watched his uncle's face attentively. A small scowl appeared
across his features. Mr. Weasley must have just introduced himself.
His uncle must have either remembered who he was or Mr. Weasley had made
the mistake of reminding him. Although the scowl remained, Harry's
uncle had not yet blown up at the "abnormal" man he was speaking to.
Is that a good sign? The conversation continued for quite some time.
Vernon made no comment. He only answered with small grunts. After a
short time, his uncle gave a quick "good day" and hung up. The deep
frown upon his face seemed to deepen as he turned to his wife.
"We'll be having company for dinner tomorrow, Petunia. So set the table
for two extra."
"Who is coming dear?"
Vernon turned his scowl to Harry to show how he disliked his new "guests".
"It will be a couple from that silly group of people that watch over
that boy." Harry's aunt became silent. She knew of what kind of people
he meant. Harry's kind of people. Magic Folk. She was just about as
pleased as Vernon that such odd people were going to be dining in her
kitchen. Dudley had caught on as well. But he didn't seem to care
much. Dudley seemed to avoid him as much as possible. Harry thought
it was because Harry had saved Dudley from the Dementors last summer.
But Harry enjoyed the freedom from Dudley's gang.
As the small talk at the table resumed to the level it was prior to the
phone call, Harry realized how glad he would be to see Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley. Harry could picture Mr. Weasley and his non-stop questions of
how muggle items work appearing right in the middle of the room. It
wouldn't be that surprising to the Dursleys. The Order members had
been appearing from thin air for the past two weeks. The only one who
didn't was Moody. He actually apparated down the street and walked to
the door as not to appear suspicious.
Yes. This dinner tomorrow would certainly make Harry's mood a little
brighter.
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So you liked it enough to make your way to the end of the first chapter.
Well then, sit back and set in for the long haul. This working up to
be a very long story. But I think it is worth it. Please let me know
what you thought of this chapter. Ja ne
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