AN: This fic is part of a larger AU that we are currently working on but it can stand alone just fine! In this AU Usopp's father is a hindi wizard from India thus we gave Usopp the surname Yadav, which is hindi for "a descendant of Yadu", who is a mythological king. Yadav is a name used in some parts of India according to our research. Also good to know is that Usopp's mother is British and after divorcing Usopp's father the two of them moved back to Britain. Usopp's dad is still in India somewhere and they haven't heard from him for some years.

There will be one or two more chapters to this segment of the AU.

I claim no rights to One Piece or Harry Potter

Chapter 1: Getting your Hogwarts letter is rather exciting, isn't it?

Today, just like all the previous ones, the outside world was found ablaze in heat. A heat wave had struck the entire country and July was reaching its end, but the heat didn't seem like it was leaving just yet. Actually it felt like this was just the beginning, but that was probably just pessimistic thinking.

The people of Oldham was slowly getting more and more agitated as the heat wore on and this showed on the streets. Litter and garbage bags were left outside to rot everywhere, it all started to smell the minute the sun barred down on it. Business was slow and most people where just waiting for their vacation to end and return to their workplaces, where they could push their boss to buy some nice fans and ice instead of having to pay for it out of their own pocket. The people that did venture outside walked past each other without even a glance, even old neighbours were too busy with themselves to care much about each other and in one little apartment a young boy and his mother were suffering through the heat.

Jasmine was a brave woman who for the last years had been raising her little boy singlehandedly, currently said boy was sat in front of the television. It was a small thing really, old and battered, but it was one of the more expensive things they had. In these sweltering hot days it was precious to keep her son's mind busy, going outside on the boiling streets wasn't an option and the neighbours weren't friendly towards her and her son, so having him play with some of the other children in the house wouldn't work out.

Getting up from the couch, using the old coffee table as support she slowly made her way towards the kitchen. One hand on the wall, sometimes even her entire shoulder, to support herself she made it there. Giving herself a pat on the shoulder for making the distance in one try she sits down on one of the rickety chairs to take a breather. She sit there, exhausted and warm not just from the heat outside but from the fever raging inside of her to and looks at her son. Usopp was laying on the floor, chin propped up on his hands and feet up in the air, dangling from side to side as he watched the telly. The show wasn't very interesting, especially not for a child, but Usopp with his wild imagination probably wasn't paying to close attention to it anyway. A smile graced her lips as she watched him. He truly was perfect, kind and generous, smart in all the ways that mattered. He truly was a good boy.

She tried to wipe away the sweat running down her temple and her neck but the hand she tried to wipe it away with wasn't much better. Giving up on the endeavor she gets up from the chair and makes her way towards the fridge, opening it up she braces herself before lifting out the big pot filled with stew, putting it down on the counter she lets herself rest. Her arms were shaking and her hands sought support from the counter, after a while she gathers herself and removes a second pot from the fridge, this one smaller but just as heavy. She closes the door of the fridge and blesses the cold that hits her in the face. A small relief from the heat.

"Usopp it's time for your dinner!" She calls, and is answered by some shuffling and the quick patter of feet quickly moving across the room.

"Are you going to have some, too, mom?" He says and smiles, going for the porcelain cabinet to get plates.

"No, not now honey," she replies and gives him a tired smile, "I'll have some later."

Disappointed Usopp removes one plate from the cabinet and helps himself to some stew and boiled potatoes when he's satisfied he hands the plate to his mom who puts it in the microwave.

While impatiently waiting for his food to heat up a sudden tapping on the kitchen window is heard. Wondering what this strange occurrence could be he leaves his mother at the microwave and moves over to the window, lifting the blinds he's met by an owl taping at the glass with its beak. Fascinated he stares at the animal without moving a muscle, the bird stares back at him. Seemingly looking him in the eye. Urging him to do something? Usopp opens the window to try to pet the bird, it's probably magical and is going to take him away somewhere beautiful. Yes a fast as he touched it it would grow big enough for him and his mother to ride on its back. Away from England and back to India where they would live among the trees with the leopards and the elephants, no one would act strangely around him and his mom there. Before any of that could happen though the owl gave an angry hoot which finally drew Jasmine's attention to their visitor.

"Well aren't you a lovely thing." Jasmine says and smiles weakly, "Usopp fetch a bowl of water for the poor thing, being up and flying now isn't good for her. She probably needs a drink."

"Whose is it" Usopp asks as he slips around the kitchen in his too big socks, hurrying to get a bowl and fill it up with water. The sink is stacked with dirty dishes so filling up the bowl takes some effort for the boy but the bowl fills up with lukewarm water, as cold as it can get these past weeks, and brings it over to the owl. Said owl has moved into the kitchen and is currently trying to balance itself on back of one of the kitchen chairs. Jasmine puts the potato pot on the chair and the owl is able to settle down, the chair much less keen to tople over.

"I don't know but it looks like they're able to care for her well enough." Jasmine sits down at the table, her entire body just seems to sink into itself as she relaxes. She's looks incredibly pale, her skin almost see through, in the weak evening light. "Remember to bring your plate to the table before sitting down darling."

"Yes ma!" Usopp says as he places the bowl of water on the owl's side of the table.

Sitting across from the owl Jasmine finally notices one rather odd thing with the owl, it carries a letter in it's beak. Surprised at herself for not noticing this earlier she tentatively reaches out across the table and takes it. Giving the owl a quick smile she looks down on the envelope to read who it's addressed to.

Usopp Yadav

The bedroom

25. Davies Street 1 stair

Oldham

Greater Manchester

Surprised but taking it in stride she places the letter in front of Usopp's place at the table and looks over at the bird leaving its perch on the chair to get a drink of the water offered. Mother and son spends the few seconds the bird takes to take her drink just watching her until she's done and flies out the window with one last look at the small family.

Placing his plate on the table Usopp plops down on his chair and digs into his meal. Talking with his mouth full and gesticulating with his fork, spilling food to table top, he spun epic tales about where the bird came from. When he finally came to the part in the story as to what the owl was doing here she stopped him to point at the letter.

"I think she came to leave you this honey." She says with a smile.

Freezing with his fork between his plate and his mouth Usopp stares at the envelope where his name is written with beautiful emerald letters. Jasmine can see the excitement shine in her son's eyes. They're big as saucers and she gives a small chuckle. Reality rarely lives up to Usopp's tales. Although she did feel rather cautious as to where the letter and the owl could have come from.

"Shall we open it?" She asks her son, who dumbly nods.

Neither of them quite comfortable with Usopp being the one to open the mysterious letter she takes it and opens it. Removing several arcs of paper she puts them all down on the table, avoiding the dirtier spots. Looking over them all to get a quick over look of what the sender wants and is she starts to scan the pages. A slow process when being as tired as she is.

"What is it mom, what is it?" Usopp nags, nothing terrible having happened when the letter was opened his exuberance at having been delivered a letter by an owl almost becoming almost uncontrollable.

"I think, I think it's an invitation for you to join a special school" She's says unsure of herself, it did seem like an offer to enroll her son into a school, a private one at that. But the kind of school they were speaking of was simply unheard of. Unable to stop him Usopp quickly snatches a few paper arcs for himself and he quickly cards through them. Highly fascinated by the content his smile grows and grows.

"Oh blimey mum, can I go, can I? I need to go, I want to go, this is meant for me! I have to go, it's going to be amazing!" Usopp yells in the small kitchen, bouncing in his chair with excitement.

"We can't decide just like that Usopp, we will need to meet these people and find out whatever or not this is something you actually want to do!" Yasmine tells her son and she continues "Put away you plate and go brush your teeth, I'll come and give you your good night kiss after that"

Joy over the mysterious invitation momentarily contained Usopp bounces up from his seat, almost making the chair fall over, and takes his plate and silverware in the sink then he leaves the kitchen. Alone in the kitchen Yasmine grabs pen and paper and begins to write a response to the letter. One of the papers given to them specified that an owl would show up tomorrow at noon and that they could give their response letter to it. Not questioning this too much since she had had contact with the magical world before, specifically the magical world located in India, she immediately accepted the reality of the school just not that it was a school she wanted her son to attend. Stating this in her letter she also mentions that having her son enrolled in the school of course isn't an impossibility, she just wants to find out more about it as well as the magical world of Britain. Finishing the letter she gets up, careful of not standing up to quickly and risk dizziness, and makes her way to her and her sons shared bedroom where she kisses him goodnight. Turning of the lights she gives her magical boy a loving look before going back to kitchen to clean up the dishes.

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