Disclaimer: Characters belong to either The Goddess of Fantasy, Tamora Pierce, or J

Disclaimer: Characters belong to either The Goddess of Fantasy, Tamora Pierce, or J.K. Rowling, who is good but not as good. Only the plot is mine (I think). And hartbrush.

A/N: I am so sorry, I love Tamora Pierce, not Harry Potter, but I just had to do this. It would be so funny. Tortall vs. Emelan vs. HP. I am laughing¡K This first chapter is kinda just how they meet, so it¡¦s not too humorous yet. But it will be. (I hope.)

Another A/N: I am evil. I will work on my other fics, Lioness of God and Tortall Today, I promise. It¡¦s just that I didn¡¦t want anyone to take this idea first!

Our Favorite Mages Meet!

Chapter One

In Tortall, Numair Samalin, the greatest mage in that country, was working in his study on a very sensitive spell. Muttering to himself, he added a container of liquid¡K that exploded with a huge BANG.

¡§No!¡¨ he cried, frustrated. ¡§This is my nineteenth attempt! Will I ever get this right?¡¨ Taking out a pad already covered with endless notes, he scrawled some more. ¡§I added too little hartbrush. I should add some more¡K¡¨ he murmured. He hurriedly dumped all he had into the mixture¡K and in a puff of green smoke, nine people appeared.

* * *

In Emelan, Niklaren Goldeye, Sandrilene fa Toren, Briar Moss, Trisana Chandler, and Daja Kisubo sat in a circle, holding hands, meditating. Niklaren, or Niko, a powerful mage, commanded, ¡§Concentrate. Breathe in counts of seven.¡¨ He started the count himself, but stopped when he felt they¡¦d gotten the rhythm.

¡§Niko?¡¨ Sandry asked. ¡§I ¡V I feel something. Powerful magic. It¡¦s like ¡V ¡¨ Her sentence was cut off by Tris¡¦s scream as green smoke enveloped them all, and they were dizzyingly transported and deposited on a cold stone floor.

* * *

¡§Potter. Weasley. I want you to stay here after the bell.¡¨ Professor McGonagall¡¦s clear voice cut through the still afternoon air.

As the bell rang, Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered up their books and while Ron and Harry went to McGonagall¡¦s desk and Hermione waited anxiously by the door.

¡§Granger. You may come too.¡¨ She rose from her chair, and beckoned them to follow. Casting confused glances at each other, they proceeded down the hall. Reaching the stone gargoyle by the wall, McGonagall whispered the password and it jumped aside, revealing a large door. They promenaded up the spiraling stairs into another oak door. McGonagall knocked briskly, and Albus Dumbledore, considered the greatest wizard there ever was, opened the door, beaming.

¡§Do come in, Harry, Ron¡K I see you¡¦ve brought Hermione too?¡¨

McGonagall had no time to answer, for Dumbledore, Hermione, Harry, and Ron had disappeared in a poof of green smoke.

* * *

Numair watched the newcomers with bewilderment. This wasn¡¦t supposed to happen, he thought anxiously.

Niko was the first to get up. ¡§Kindly tell me where we are, sir, and why my students and I have been brought in such a harsh manner?¡¨

Numair fumbled. ¡§Why don¡¦t you all get yourselves acquainted, and I¡¦ll be right back?¡¨ he suggested nervously. They were all gazing at each other warily.

¡§Daine!¡¨ Numair yelled. ¡§Something ¡V uh, happened!¡¨

A young woman with dirty work clothes on came in. ¡§Numair ¡V ¡¨ she began, then saw their guests. ¡§Oh,¡¨ she gasped. ¡§We have company! Let me go change, excuse me.¡¨

¡§She¡¦s a good-lookin¡¦ ¡¥un,¡¨ Briar whispered to Sandry, who shot him an evil glare.

¡§That was Daine,¡¨ Numair muttered. He pointed at random to a black-haired, green-eyed boy. ¡§Who are you?¡¨

Ron shot up. ¡§You don¡¦t know who Harry is? Harry Potter? As in, You-Know-Who¡¦s downfall?¡¨

Numair looked embarrassed. ¡§I don¡¦t know who. Wait, who¡¦s who?¡¨

The boy stood. ¡§I¡¦m Harry Potter, umm¡K¡¨

¡§Numair. Numair Samalin.¡¨

Daine rushed back into the room, in decent clothes. ¡§Numair, why didn¡¦t you tell me we had guests?¡¨

¡§I didn¡¦t know myself,¡¨ the befuddled mage replied.

¡§We should take them to Jon.¡¨

¡§Yes, we should,¡¨ the still confused Numair agreed.

Three minutes later they were filing down a hall, Numair in the lead. He stopped in front of a large door and knocked for politeness, but barged in anyway. ¡§Jon,¡¨ he muttered. ¡§We have¡K visitors.¡¨

The king rose, smiling at the group. ¡§Welcome to Tortall,¡¨ he greeted graciously. ¡§Where are you all from?¡¨

¡§I¡¦ve never heard of this place before,¡¨ Hermione mused. ¡§I thought I¡¦d read everything about geography! I even knew about Hogwarts and magic and ¡V ¡¨

¡§If Hermione didn¡¦t know about this,¡¨ Harry gasped in mock surprise. ¡§It must not exist!¡¨

¡§Even you don¡¦t know everything, Hermione,¡¨ Ron added. ¡§Although that must be quite a shock for you.¡¨

Hermione glared daggers at both of them. ¡§We¡¦re from Hogwarts,¡¨ she explained, indicating her, Harry, Ron, and Dumbledore. ¡§The magical school in Britain? One of the best. Your majesty.¡¨

Jon nodded, and turned to the rest. ¡§What about you?¡¨

Niko spoke for them. ¡§We come from Emelan. This is Sandrilene fa Toren, Trisana Chandler, Daja Kisubo, and Briar Moss.¡¨

¡§Numair, did you introduce yourselves to these people?¡¨ Jon asked.

Flushing, Numair turned to them. ¡§Numair Samalin, black-robe mage.¡¨

¡§What does that mean?¡¨

¡§I¡¦ve got the Gift, and I¡¦m trained in it.¡¨

Ron looked confused. ¡§I get lots of gifts at Christmas.¡¨

¡§We exchange gifts at Midwinter too, but the Gift is magic. See?¡¨ Numair conjured up a shimmer of his black magic.

¡§We have magic too!¡¨ Hermione exclaimed. She pulled out her wand and did a loop-de-loop of sparks.

¡§Our magic is more¡K unusual,¡¨ Sandry stated. An unruly thread on Jon¡¦s tunic stretched and sewed itself back into place. ¡§I specialize in thread magic, Daja in smith magic, Briar in plant magic, and Tris in weather.¡¨

¡§Amazing,¡¨ Jon murmured. ¡§Would the head of the groups here meet in my room to talk? We need to decide what to do about this¡K situation.¡¨

Messed up right now, I know. If you¡¦d only review, I¡¦d continue, and you¡¦ll see.