Chichiri Potter
and the
Sorcerer's Staff
Ch.1By Cui
Author's Note: Just to let everybody know, to make this story make sense, I had to change most of the characters' back round histories drastically to fit this story.
I think everyone will be pleased to know that I have kept their personalities the same. Also, I would like to add for all those diehard Harry Potter fans that Chichiri Potter is famous for his first name, not his last name! I put in the 'Potter' name so he would sound familiar. He is found on the doorstep of the Potters so he can adopt that last name (instead of the Dursleys).
Disclaimer: Incase you haven't figured it out this is a fanfiction. That means none of the Fushigi Yugi characters are mine they belong to Yuu Watase, and none of the Harry Potter characters are mine they belong to J.K Rowling. Don't sue me I'm broke.
Now on to the Fanfiction!
ENJOY!
It was a beautiful night. The skies were glittering with thousands upon thousands of stars. Not one cloud could be seen in the dark night sky.
From one of these stars came a great light, and from that light, a bridge formed from the heavens to the earth, which the skies had been hovering above, a bridge of blazing white, starlight.
From the top of this heavenly bridge came a beautiful man, with bright red hair that perfectly framed his shining godly face and skin. Behind him, his great, crimson, phoenix wings carried him from the bridge to the earth. Cradling in his arms something wrapped warmly in dark blue, cozy sheets, decorated with swirls and circles that looked much like bubbles. All of it came together with a golden clasp that linked in the very middle.
This is the best thing to do now, I know the man said to his precious cargo, a baby sound asleep, wrapped in the robe that was his own in his past life.
A shining silver tear streamed from the god's soft golden eyes, and down the silky skin on his face. Followed by many others as he cradled his faithful warrior.
Chichiri, my son, my faithful seishi, Suzaku hugged the baby close to his chest, your past was so violent, so many people died, and you did all you could to save them, you and all of my seven, to save this world, along with the miko's world. Suzaku lifted the baby up and over his head to get a last look at his faithful son.
Chichiri eyes were closed as he slept soundly in his god's grasp. Over his left eye there was his scar, sealing that eye shut forever.
Suzaku brought the baby close to him again and cradled him against his warm chest.
I am sorry; you must go with that scar to your next life. There needs to be something to help you remember your past, something more than the people you knew, and will meet again.
Suzaku brushed his lips against Chichiri's scar, and kissed it. Chichiri let out a soft sigh.
You need to remember your sorrow and your pain. This will make you stronger, for now a greater enemy has appeared to oppose me, and you need all of your memories, powers, and more to help me defeat it. I will come for you again when you are ready. Find the other seishi, and help them to find you as well, my son.
Suzaku glided down to a paved driveway, up to a door that read 'Potter Residence', and softly left the baby on the 'Welcome' mat in front of the door. He placed a note on top of the clasp of Chichiri's robe, before lifting his wings to their widest span and flying back into the heavens. Take care, Chichiri. The skies smile on you tonight, my son. Aishiteru. With that he was gone, and the skies returned to its normal, calm, glittering beauty as if nothing had ever happened.
Chichiri stared out his window longingly. His head in his hands and his elbows on the windowsill, he wished desperately to be able to go outside and play.
Even more, he wished to go out and practice his magic.
He stroked the scar over his left eye in remorse. For some reason, that always helped to calm him down.
In the 12 years of his life he never had a chance to truly practice his magic, and today would be the perfect chance.
The sun was shining and a calm breeze could be seen through his locked window, brushing along the trees. He sighed, and stroked the scar on his eye again.
He knew how to use magic fairly well, but was rejected proper practice by his "Aunt" and "Uncle". They told him to call them that ever since they found him on their doorstep 12 years ago. They where disgusted by him, and refused to be called anything that made them seem like too close of family.
This made him wonder, "Why'd they take me in, in the first place no da? If they really hate me so much, then why didn't they put me in some orphanage, or foster home, or something na no da?"
"CHICHIRI!" a voice boomed from down the stairs. Chichiri, caught in mid-thought, nearly fell off his chair in surprise. "CHICHIRI GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
He quickly picked himself up and ran down the stairs. There waiting for him, was his "Uncle", a large and fat man dressed in his best business clothes with a small patch of black hair on the very top of his head and under his nose for a messy, greasy, mustache.
"Don't come down here like that! What makes you think I want to see your hideous face!" his uncle spat, pointing at Chichiri's scar.
This was the only magic that his Uncle and Aunt approved of. Chichiri, when he chants the right spell, can make a magic mask appear to cover his face. It moved magically with his facial features like a second skin, and had the illusion of a forever smile.
He quickly put it on, and turned to face his uncle again.
His uncle made a wry grin, "Your aunt and I are going to a very important meeting." he snarled at Chichiri. " If I come home and you're doing any of that hocus pocus (he looked completely disgusted at this) nonsense," he grabbed Chichiri by his long bangs and pulled him up, he smiled evilly as he heard Chichiri cry out in pain, " YOU'LL REGRET IT!" he howled into Chichiri's ear. He roughly dropped him on the wooden floor in front of the last step of the stairs, and slammed the door shut after Chichiri's aunt had quickly followed him out. Chichiri listened, as the door was being bolted shut on who-knows-how-many locks.
He kept on listening until he heard his uncle's car pull from the drive way and onto the road. He reluctantly picked himself up, and began rubbing his head where his uncle had pulled his hair. " I wish it didn't hurt so much, no da." He complained lightly.
From his hand came a glittering warm light, and instantly the pain was gone! He jumped back for a moment and stared at his hand. Mitsukakea voice in his head rang out, he ignored it. He had just done magic without even thinking.
" I guess I'm not as out of practice as I thought no da." His uncle always hated Chichiri's speech impediment, so he tried to talk as little as he could around him.
"Speaking of Uncle no da," Chichiri thought, " he must be in a good mood today. He usually locks me in my room when he knows I'm gonna be home alone na no da."
Just then he heard a knock on the door. He ignored it, knowing that he wasn't even allowed to let others know he lived there, and began walking toward the kitchen to make him a decent meal. The knocking didn't stop, though; it got louder, much louder than before.
Chichiri made his way back to the foot of the stairs, the front door mere inches away from him. "I shouldn't open it no da." Chichiri thought, but was having a hard time ignoring the increase to the loud bangs he heard.
"C'mon!" a voice pleaded from behind the door. Chichiri paused to listen, "OPEN THIS DOOR CHICHIRI!" Chichiri froze from shock. That wasn't his uncle, or his aunt, and no one else even knew that he existed!
Without even thinking Chichiri waved his hand, "Open, no da!" and heard from outside the various clicks and turns from the locks on the door. Then, bursting through the now unlocked door came a laughing blue haired youth. He looked about 18 to Chichiri, and quite tall, with one long braid flipping behind his smiling face. He stopped short of Chichiri, and knelt on one knee to see him eye to eye.
"You're Chichiri, right?" The youth pointed at him, and he nodded nervously. "Then this, my good man, is for you." He reached into his navy kimono and pulled out a silver letter.
Chichiri took the letter in his hands, and lifted the flap to reveal the lavender note. He pulled it out and read aloud, as if reading it aloud made it more real, and less like a dream.
This is to inform Chichiri Potter that he has been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witches and Wizardry (Chichiri's eyes widened) the best school this side of the world to learn and excel in all the wonders of magic. Your school supplies have already been delivered to the school, so all you need is to choose your magic item of choice. The items to choose from are:
A magic staff
A magic fan
And the good old fashioned magic wand
I hope you enjoy the school year!
Chichiri lifted his eye from the letter in disbelief. The youth caught his eye, "Well, we'd better get goin' right?" he smiled at Chichiri, and opened the front door, eyeing the locks. He smirked, and looked back at Chichiri, "Fancy work you did here," he pointed to the locks, "so you comin'."
Chichiri finally found his words, " A-ano… um..who are you no da?" Tamahome slapped his hand against his forehead, "Aw man, sorry about that, I'm Tamahome," he smiled at Chichiri, " Yup, the name's Tamahome Hagrid."
Why does he seem so familiar? Have I met him before? No, I couldn't have. I don't know anybody. I'm not allowed to have any friends, but it feels like I've met him before, a long, long, time ago. Even more, I think I should be older than him! I must be finally losing it.
Tamahome held out his hand, "So, you comin' Potter?" Chichiri, caught in mid-thought, contemplated this; though it didn't take him long to figure out that he didn't want to stay there.
"Hai, no da!" he cheerfully exclaimed, and took Tamahome's hand to be led outside.
Outside the door was a large red motorcycle covered in scratches and dents as if it had really been through a lot. On top of it where two shining silver helmets.
Tamahome grabbed one, and gestured for Chichiri to grab the other. He did, and once they where both on, Tamahome took off on the bike and leapt it into the sky. Chichiri let out a gasp, and clung tightly to Tamahome.
After a few moments of driving around the skies and clouds they landed abruptly on to a hard stone road. Tamahome lifted himself off the bike and looked to Chichiri, who had already fallen off.
Tamahome smiled, and helped him up, dusting off his clothes and hair. "WELCOME TO DIAGON ALLEY" he boasted cheerfully.
"So have you decided which magical item you want?" Tamahome asked as they walked passed various magical stores and shops.
Chichiri was still taking this whole new world in, and hadn't heard the question. Diagon Alley was beautiful. Chichiri had never seen anything like it before. The streets where lined with many magical shops and pubs, witches and wizards roamed the street and practiced magic, and Chichiri's favorite thing was the humongous store, MAGICS GALORE. A building made entirely of shimmering gold that magically changed color depending on where you were looking at it.
From where Chichiri and Tamahome were standing the building appeared a mixture of shining pinks and purples, mixed with gold. All the colors were glittering from the shine of the sun.
"That's where all the other new wizards and witches buy their first magic items, Chichiri. A-ano, Chichiri?" Tamahome poked at Chichiri's head lightly breaking him of his trance.
" Ah, ha, hai no da." Chichiri scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "I know what I want, but…" his voice trailed off. It came back again, but Tamahome noticed a bit of shame in it, "I haven't got any money….no da" he stated quietly his head low.
Tamahome broke into such a loud laugh that Chichiri nearly fell over in surprise. " No money, are you crazy, never woulda volunteered if ya had no money..ano...I mean, do you really think your family left you with nothing."
Chichiri looked at him with surprise. "Ah, I've got some of your parents money right here," Tamahome tapped at his pocket and Chichiri heard the jingling of coins, " so whatever you want you can get with this money."
A glazed look came over Tamahome's eyes at every mention of money.
After breaking Tamahome of his money trance they both went to buy the item. Chichiri had decided on a wooden staff with a golden head in the shape of a twisted heart, at the rim of the heart on each side where two golden ringlets that jingled as he walked.
Tamahome took a quick look at the watch on his wrist, " Oh man!" he cried "I'm sorry Chichiri I'm gonna have to leave you here! Ano, you're train for school leaves in ten minutes, so don't be late!" Tamahome handed Chichiri his ticket, and took off without another word on his bright red motorcycle and leapt, once again, into the skies.
It's better this way, Suzaku said it himself, Tamahome thought as he left Chichiri. I hope he remembers soon. Tamahome smiled reluctantly to himself as he remembered everything they had been through. I still can't get over how young he is! Now I'm older than him! He laughed.
Chichiri stared blankly at the ticket and read "Platform 9 three quarters, 10 min. from now" Chichiri looked around at the train station Tamahome had brought him to.
He saw platforms 9 and 10, but no 9 and three quarters. Suddenly rushing past him came a young, fiery haired boy cursing loudly, "Dammit all, you'd think after all the trouble newbies have finding it, they'd actually mark platform 9 and three damn quarters!"
"9 and three quarters!" Chichiri thought to himself as he followed the fiery haired boy.
"A-ano, Excuse me…Hey!" Chichiri called to the boy. Tasuki spun around to see who was calling him.
The face of the boy stopped Chichiri dead in his tracks. He knew he had seen him somewhere before, he could feel it deep in his heart. Who is he? It's scary; I know…I know for sure I've met him before, but where? Why can't I remember?
"Yeah?" Tasuki asked, fangs gleaming against the setting sun. Tasuki noticed the staff and immediately figured it out, "Oooohhhh, you're a newbie arentcha!" he proclaimed. Trying to sound relaxed, something about the boy in front of him set something off in his head. He was so sure that he had met this kid before that it scared him.
Chichiri nodded, "Hai no da, ano, do you know how to get to platform 9 and three quarters."
"Hell yeah, I know how to get there!" Chichiri was taken back by the rage in the stranger's voice. Tasuki noticed this and stepped back, "Sorry 'bout that I've got a bit of a temper. What I meant was, well," he stepped back for a moment, "my damn older sisters have all been to this school and have been bragging at home all the time that the first time they came they had gotten through so easily. They always said that someone as stupid as me could never get through on the first try, so I studied up a bit and I'll be damned if I can't get through that fuckin' wall!"
Chichiri smiled and laughed. Tasuki was surprised at this, "What, you don't think I can do it either?"
"Iiye, iiye, gomen, I just thought it was funny watching you scream and fume over your sisters na no da."
I've always found his overreacting funny. Wait a minute, what's going on with me? I've never even met him before!
Chichiri dismissed his tangling and confusing thoughts as he waved his hands in a way to say "I didn't mean it, sorry." The rings on his staff jangled as he did this.
Tasuki quickly accepted his apology as he realized they only had about two minutes before the train leaves.
Tasuki grabbed Chichiri's hand quickly, "OK, this is how it goes," he looked at Chichiri's eye to make sure he was paying attention, "now just run straight through the wall that's in between platforms 9 and 10,"he pointed to the wall and Chichiri looked in that direction.
Tasuki jerked Chichiri's hand to get his attention again, their faces mere inches away, "Make sure, and to god make damn well sure you believe you can go through that wall or else it won't work 'kay?"
Chichiri nodded nervously, feeling a blush coming on and trying to fight it. He was very grateful for the mask just then.
"Okay then," Tasuki got into a running stance, "you ready," Chichiri did the same as Tasuki, "Hai…no da."
With his last word they both took off running hand in hand toward….and through the wall!
What stood before Chichiri's eyes was unbelievable. Through the wall, they had entered a whole other train station filled with magical people doing magic tricks and spells.
And the most stunning sight of all was the shining black train brimmed on the bottom with a bright red stripe and on the head of the train right above the train's light were the words "Hogwarts Express" written in shimmering gold.
Tasuki slapped him on the back of the head, "No time for sight seein' right now!" He called as he hauled Chichiri on the already moving train.
Chichiri's heart raced as he was lifted off the ground and on to the train. Inside the two landed on soft red carpet and were gasping for breath.
"That…was really…close.."Tasuki laughed out through breaths. Chichiri nodded heavily, "Hai…no da." he agreed.
The way he talks, dammit all, I know I've met him before, I'm sure of it! But I've never even seen him before today! Tasuki seemed to be having the same troubling thoughts as Chichiri.
Eventually, when they both had caught their breaths, they picked themselves up and chose to sit all the way in the back of the train. Away from all the other children who where gaping at their own magical items and saying things like, "I always knew I'd get into Hogwarts," or, "Where did you get your item, I got mine at MAGICS GALORE," and so on.
The train was packed with children, all the same age as Chichiri and Tasuki. First years always rode together.
When Tasuki and Chichiri became fully situated in their seats, Tasuki turned to Chichiri.
"So," he began, "since we weren't actually introduced," he held out his hand and smiled a fanged grin, "the name's Tasuki, Tasuki Weasley."
The name hit Chichiri like a ton of bricks. Tasuki… in that moment he felt a serious sense of de ja vu.
Chichiri took Tasuki's hand in his own and shook it happily, "Hi, no da. My name's Chichiri no da," he paused for a moment, " Chichiri Potter, na no da!"
