Author's Notes –

Yes, another project of mine. As some of you may have noticed from my profile there was a poll there where I had posted several stories/ideas that I was working on. I'm sure many of you have noticed that this is not a sequel to Ranma's White Wings nor is this a Ranma x Forgotten Realms x DragonLance fic. Considering my other current projects than this must of course be a Ranma x Harry Potter fic. I would think that from the title of the fic everyone would know who the first primary character is, and though he is only a secondary character from the HP verse, he's definitely my personal favorite.

Yes, this is a post DH but pre-Epilogue, post manga (with some anime references) fic, but it's also AU, slightly. Hell, it's a crossover fic; of course it's going to be AU.

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The warm early spring dawn had come at a great cost. Though the wizard once known as Lord Voldemort and his followers had been defeated many had lost their lives in the night long battle for Hogwarts.

Despite the great strain and horrific fighting that many had endured throughout the night there were numerous celebrations throughout the grounds of Hogwarts and Hogsmead. Many survivors gathered together, not to mourn their losses, but to celebrate the lives of those who had paid the ultimate price for the freedom that their surviving relatives and friends could now have.

Standing amid a large crowd of admirers a tall, battered and bloody young man smiled warmly despite his discomfort. Though he had several nasty cuts and large welts on his face and arms the mousy haired youth had long forgotten those obvious wounds. What bothered the wizard were not his battle scars (from the night or from his long and grueling year at Hogwarts) but the crowd of gawkers and admirers around him.

Though he had faced down Lord Voldemort and even cut off the head of the dark wizards familiar, the lanky boy that few would have called brave (at least not in his first six years at Hogwarts) found that he really didn't like the spotlight. True, it had been his former class and dorm mate Harry who had finally vanquished Lord Voldemort, but only after everyone had thought that the Boy who Lived had actually died. With virtually everyone believing that Harry Potter had died only Neville had dared to try and do something about it.

Looking back on it, Neville chuckled. It was a bit foolish and reckless, but Harry had told him that Voldemort's snake needed to be killed. Had Voldemort not been overconfident and already claimed victory Neville was sure that he would never have summoned the Sorting Hat and allowed Neville to get so close to the snake that contained the final…. What was it again? Hororcrux? No, that didn't sound right… Horcrux, yes that was it - Horcrux. The snake had been the final horcrux, containing the only other shard of the dark wizard's soul outside of his body. By killing the snake he had made the dark wizard mortal.

Slowly, Neville excused himself from the others around him. Being the tall, lanky youth that he was he could see the Weasley family grieving for their losses. But something was missing. No, not something, someone was missing. Not only was Ron missing, but his erstwhile companions Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were both missing as well.

Filing that fact in the back of his mind Neville shrugged. It wasn't his place to dwell on such thoughts. Gripping the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand the lanky youth set off to return the sword to its rightful place.

The sounds of celebration filled the corridors of the battered castle. Magical scorch marks told of the violent duels and battles that had filled the halls. Broken and discarded bits of armor and stone were all that remained of valiant suits of armor and animated gargoyles that had fought to defend the castle from the Death Eaters and their allies – the werewolves and giants.

Pulling out his wand Neville concentrated as he flicked it. A flash of bright light quickly illuminated the hallway as a shattered gargoyle slowly began to piece itself back together.

"Oy! My nose doesn't go there!" it shouted in protest.

Too tired to do anything else the lanky boy shrugged, "Sorry." With another flick of the wrist he shifted the gargoyle's nose. Though not perfect it would have to do.

"Thanks," the gargoyle grumbled.

Neville nodded before setting off once again.

Even after nearly seven years of schooling at Hogwarts Neville barely knew how to get to the Headmaster's office as he'd rarely ever had to visit it. True, there was that one attempt at breaking in when he, Ginny, and Luna had tried to 'liberate' the exact sword he was now holding, but they had attempted to enter from outside of the castle. The going was made worse due to the extensive damage that several corridors had taken.

After an hour of traversing through the castle Neville found himself in the corridor leading to the Headmaster's Office.

"Neville," a familiar voice called out to the youth.

It was slightly unsettling how long the seemingly simple trip up to the Headmaster's Office had been, mostly because of similar greetings from others who happened to also be touring the devastation that remained. Some had been explaining their exploits or describing the flow of the battle, most though were showing the surviving friends and family of the fallen where their son, daughter, or friend had died and of their valiant efforts that had allowed others to make it out of the passage or to endure the relentless barrage that the Death Eaters had unleashed on the defenders of Hogwarts.

Numb from the long night and seemingly endless morning, the mousy haired boy raised his head as he turned to the new speaker. The lean youth ahead wore robe similar to the ones that Neville wore, though the youth's unkempt hair hid his famous scar, it was clear to Neville (and probably most of the wizarding populace of England) just who was standing up ahead. "Harry," he replied with a smile.

"What are you doing up here?" the scrawny youth asked.

Hefting the sword the mousy haired boy shrugged, "Just wanted to put these back."

Harry smiled wirily as he leaned against the wall then slowly lowered himself so that he was now sitting.

"Long night?" Neville teased as he slowly dragged his feet towards his companion.

"Don't you know it," the legendary boy replied. "I wouldn't go up there."

Raising his brow questioningly the taller boy paused.

"Ron and Hermione," the dark haired boy explained, "as their best friend I don't want to even try and think of what they're doing right now."

"He finally told her then?"

"They finally gave in," the shorter boy replied. "Even though we were in the middle of fighting they could barely keep their hands off of each other."

"And you spent how long traveling with them?"

Harry chucked. "They only got that way during the battle. You saw how Ron was nearly spouting things that Hermione usually says."

Though he was too tired to think, the taller youth recalled that Ron had done that when they were back in the Room of Requirement. Slowly he nodded.

"You know how Hermione went on and on about House Elves back in forth year?"

Again Neville nodded, "Yeah, she even convinced me to join. What was it called again?"

Harry chuckled again as he recalled fonder, simpler times. "S.P.E.W. I think she strong armed you really."

Neville sighed. Smiling he slumped against the wall opposite from Harry.

"Well, Ron made some remark about how they shouldn't have the house elves fighting, something similar to one of S.P.E.W.'s main principals. Hermione just couldn't hold back once he went there. I think that if anyone other than me had tried to get them apart they would have killed that poor unfortunate soul."

Shaking his head Neville smiled.

"Neville," Harry said tentatively.

Sensing the change of tone in their conversation Neville slowly turned to focus his attention on his classmate. Though they had spent six years together in the same dorm room Neville really couldn't consider himself to be one of Harry's friends. True, they had both turned to each other at times, and even trusted each other with some secrets, but they really hadn't been close. Other than the Weasley's and Hermione, Harry really hadn't trusted anyone. For Neville, the shy, timid boy who many had doubted belonged in the house known for bravery, his social awkwardness had always made him feel as though he were the third leg of any group. Seamus and Dean, the other boys in their room, had formed a fast friendship, just as Harry and Ron had, thus leaving Neville, the fifth and final boy out in the cold.

In truth, their relationship had been built around being able to rely on each other – Harry to lead and set an example and Neville to follow and provide assistance when needed. True, Harry had considered him his friend after the incident at the Ministry of Magic, but even after that Harry had not been able to confide in Neville. Then again, he did have a lot on his plate.

"Do you remember the prophecy?" the scarred boy asked.

"The one in the Department of Mysteries? The one I smashed?"

Harry blinked. "Yeah."

"The one that basically proclaimed you as 'the Chosen One'?"

With a wiry sigh Harry nodded. "Dumbledore told me what the prophecy said. The prophecy was told to him, and he kept that memory in his Pensieve."

"I never would have thought of that," Neville muttered.

"The thing is," Harry said, bringing Neville's thoughts back, "the prophecy could have been about you."

Coughing, Neville dropped the Sword of Gryffindor.

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Neville couldn't help but stare dumbfounded at Dumbledore's portrait. It had been one thing to listen to Harry tell him about the prophecy, but for the last remains of the legendary wizard to tell him the same thing had really floored the young man.

"So my did I have the same protections placed on me as Harry did?" he asked.

Dumbledore, or his animated portrait, nodded. "Alice, like Lily, had set up an ancient ward on you. Unlike Harry though, your ward never activated."

"Because my mother didn't die for me," Neville added.

"Yes, had she died for you the ward would have activated, just as it did for Harry," the portrait explained.

"But Harry had to live with his mother's closest living relative," Hermione stated throwing another point for consideration. Having need of the former headmaster's portrait, Harry had convinced Ron and Hermione to at least appear presentable as he and Neville consulted with Dumbledore.

"True, if it had been Neville instead of Harry I would have insisted that he live with his mother's closest relative," Dumbledore admitted.

"But who's his mum related to?" Ron asked. Though he normally spoke without thinking, it was clear that Hermione had rubbed off on him in a good way as the tall redhead had simply expressed what each of the teens had been thinking.

"You mother's from a wizarding family though, it wouldn't be too hard to find some of her family," Hermione offered.

"Actually, it would be much harder than you'd think," Dumbledore conceded. "Though Alice is from a wizarding family her family isn't as large as the Weasley family, few would willingly admit to belonging to that family."

Hermione's face scrunched as she concentrated. "There's a dark wizard in her family?"

"Not so much as that," Dumbledore admitted. "Though there is one considerably infamous wizard in her family, it's not because he was a particularly malicious; just… well, perverted."

The four teens blinked.

"Aside from Neville, your mother is the only descendant of the legendary pervert – Happosai the Horny."

Harry and Neville both looked dumbfounded while both Ron and Hermione's faces were as red as Ron's bright red hair. After several minutes for the later pair to regain their composure Dumbledore continued, "Your grandmother on your mother's side was the illegitimate child of Happosai"

"the Horny," Ron snickered only to have Hermione elbow him in the ribs.

"Of course your great-grandmother refused to admit that she had been his willing lover, reluctant or willing, so she raised your grandmother as though she were a true Crouch. Though much of the rest of the wizarding world did not know of the truth about Abigail Crouch, the rest of the Crouch family did. As a result Abigail was legally removed from their family register."

"So Neville would have lived with Barty Crouch?" Ron questioned.

"No," Dumbledore answered curtly. "Though Barty Crouch and his son were the last of the Crouch family, they are not Neville's closest living relative. Barty Sr.'s grandfather was a distant cousin to Abigail, and thus only a distant cousin to Neville."

Focusing his eyes on Neville, Dumbledore sighed. "No, your closest living blood relative on your mother's side is in fact Happosai"

"the Horny," Ron coughed, again getting an elbow to the ribs.

"But he'd have to be over four hundred years old," Hermione exclaimed as she glared at her boyfriend.

"Wizards, as I'm sure you know, are extremely long lived," Dumbledore countered.

"But four hundred years is a bit long, even for a wizard," Ron stated.

"True as that may be, I know for a fact that Happosai" everyone glared at Ron "is still alive. Unfortunately he has returned to his home nation, though that may only be unfortunate for the Japanese Ministry."

"Neville's part Japanese?" Ron exclaimed.

"Only one-eighth," Dumbledore added.

"Wait, Neville's part Crouch?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but they removed his grandmother from their register, so he would not be entitled to any of the Crouch estate," the wise old wizard explained. "But of course it also explains why Barty Crouch Jr. had been able to get past the protections that the Order had put up on your parents' house. Though your mother and grandmother were not recognized as official members of the Crouch family line, they still maintained some relations with Barty and his son."

Overwhelmed by all the information, Neville found himself slumping back into the uncomfortable chair he'd drawn earlier. "No wonder Gran ever mentioned my mother's family."

"Your mother was an only child," Dumbledore said solemnly.

"But what about his grandfather?" Hermione asked, still seeking to find another relative for Neville to be related to.

"Both he and Abigail died during the first war with Voldemort," the former headmaster explained.

"Happosai the Horny," Ron snickered.

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On the other side of the world the infamous Happosai the Horny sneezed. "Oh, I'm sorry my precious," he said as he pulled out a silk hanker chef. Wiping the black silky panty, he held it up for inspection. "I wouldn't want to ruin such a valuable treasure," he said to himself as he laid out the silky treasure. "Someone must be talking about me. Probably that ingrate Ranma – how dare he turn down the chance to wear such a lovely like yourself."

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A/N

Yes, a Harry Potter x Ranma fic. Hopefully you've all enjoyed this little set up. Please Read and Review.

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