Harry Potter x Tekken

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Tekken; but gimme some cash, and I will soon!

This takes place between the 4th and 5th book of Harry Potter.

Harry, Ron and Hermione visit Japan for the Quiditch World Cup. Of course, some friends tag along. As they are getting of a train from Osaka, Harry sees a sign that announces the 6th King of Iron Fist Tournament.

"Whoa, I've heard of that!" Hermione said as she read over Harry's shoulder.

"A martial arts tournament? Sounds bloody ridiculious! Isn't that right, Harry?" Ron commented.

"Budō wa orokade wa nai. Anata ga orokana sagashite irunara,-kyō de mite," said a voice behind the trio.

"What?" the group said together, whiping around behind them to see a raven-haired girl of about seventeen or eighteen. She wore gray sweats and a blue tank top with a heavy looking bag swung over her shoulder.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Americans never bother to learn our language before coming here, do they? I said 'Martial Arts isn't stupid, if it's stupid you're looking for, then look in a mirror.'"

It had taken just a few words for Hermione to get boiled up. She steped right in front of the stranger and said, "We are not American, we are British! And for the record, I could kick your sorry arse in a spar, if your up to it."

"Fine." the girl said before going up the steps out of the train station. "Then I guess that means I'll see you in the King of Iron Fist tournament. Look for Asuka Kazama. And your name?" she asked blankly.

"She's Hermione Granger; I'm Harry Potter. And I guess you'll be looking for both of us in the tournament," Harry said boldly to defend Hermione.

Asuka shrugged and went up the steps. Harry watched her go up as he thought about what he just did. He basically enterd in a martial arts tournament that could possiblply end his life, and he only knew the basic forms of boxing and other various martial arts due to Dudley. But he couldn't be any worse than Hermione...

"Hermione! What the bloody hell is with you! You don't even know martial arts," Ron yelled.

Hermione just glared at Ron before turning to Harry and saying,"Harry! Do you know what you just did? Do you even know martial arts? At least I know Bajiquan!"

Harry snapped out of his delimea, and was now looking at Hermione with wide eyes. "Since when did you learn martial arts?" was all he could say.

"I offically mastered it last month. I wasn't due to until next year, but after all that stuff that happend in 4th year, I had to finish my training fast. Now you still haven't answered my question: do you know martial arts?"

Harry had to think about all the stuff he picked up from Dudley, whether it were those fast kicks, or quick jabs.

"I know the basics of boxing from Dudley; I took karate for a little while, but I know enough street fighting to break someone's arm and leg."

Hermione's eyes lit up as she took a hold of Harry's hand and made their way up the steps out of the train station, and onto the Tokyo street.

"Now," Hermione started, "all we have to do is sign up for the tournament, and get through the qualifying rounds to compete in it! This should be easier than I thought!"

"And what about me? Am I just gonna stand off to the side and let you two get beaten up by people who are athorized to break your neck," Ron complained.

"For your information, I AM athorized to break people's necks, and don't you remember when I broke Malfoy's nose in 3rd year? I can do a lot worse if someone gets my blood going," Hermione said, taking Ron's hand in her free one, leading both boys futher into the depths of Tokyo.

Harry and Ron could tell that Hermione didn't know where she was going; after all, they WERE in a different country.

"Hermione," Ron sighed. "The Mishima Ziabatsu is all the way in the business section of the city."

Harry and Hermione stopped dead in their tracks. How did Ron know about that? And what else does he know...

"How could you know a thing like that, Ron?" Harry asked suprised.

"How would I not of heard about the Mishima Ziabatsu. I know about them AND G Corporation. Aren't they in some kind of war?"

"Yeah, they are. How did you know-" Harry began, but was cut off.

There was a tap on his shoulder, and as he turned around, he saw a man with a police badge on. He had long black hair tied in the back, and he looked like he was in his forties. All Harry thought was that he could be a dead ringer for Jackie Chan.

"Do you kids need any help on getting directions," the man asked.

Ron was the only one to respone fast enough so he asked, "We need help finding out where we can sign up for the tournament."

"Well if you come with me," the man gestured, "Then I'll show you to the Mishima Ziabatsu."

The man lead the confused trio down to the business section of the large city, introducing himself and making small talk.

"My name is Inspector Lei WuLong. I'm here to participate in the tournament as well. I guess you lot are from England? I know a friend from there that is going to be apart of this tournament as well. A talented boxer named Steve Fox. Ever heard of him?"

The three wizards stopped in their tracks.