A/N: Alrighty people, this is my first shot at a long story without fangirls from America semi-shudder, so please bear with me...

Now, this is a crossover with Inuyasha, and since Jo (JKR) said Hogwarts would never have transfer students, I have decided to make them English. DON'T PANIC! They will still be a miko, a lecherous monk, a demon-slayer, and a hanyou, with appearances by others, but they will have ancestors from Japan and the story of the Shikon no Tama will have taken place. However, because I can, they shall be in Gryffindor with Harry and co. Don't like, don't read...actually, you can read, and reviewing would be nice too...

Also, I am a very slow writer. Plot ideas (if I use one) are appreciated, so is inspiration...I'll try and get chapters up fast, but I can't promise anything. I will also try to make longer chapters; this one is just starting off the story. Thank you all!

Disclaimer: ...just take a wild guess...

A Normal Life

Chapter One: No Worries But Homework

As a warm summer breeze swept through the yard of The Burrow, one Harry James Potter lay on his back, staring at the darkening sky tinged with purples, pinks, yellows, and oranges. The smell of the oncoming autumn filled him with hope for his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had only been barely two months ago when Harry had at last managed to vanquish the dark lord Voldemort from wreaking havoc on both the wizarding and muggle worlds. Now he was looking forward to a normal year, one with awful teachers, horrid homework, sneaking into Hogsmeade, and having fun with his last remaining years of childhood. He wanted to make the best of it, after all the years of tormenting from the Dursleys and all the hurt and pain that came with the ill-fated Tom Riddle.

"Harry! Harry dear..." The voice of Molly Weasley drifted over him.

He paused for a moment, then called back, "Yes Mrs. Weasley?"

"Come inside dear, it's getting a tad chilly out." Harry heard the dull thud of the door being shut and roused himself from his stupor. Walking back to the place that had become his real home, he took one last glance at the evening sky and saw a couple of twinkling stars come out to play.

"Where the HELL are my bloody socks?!"

"Has anyone seen my copy of Standard Book of Spells: Year Seven?!"

"Fred, give me back my broom NOW!"

"EAT YOUR TOAST!!!"

The usual hustle and bustle on September the first was welcome, albeit a bit nerve wracking. It symbolized that not everything had changed in the war and they were glad. Pssh, screw the war, it was over and no one wanted to remember it. It was back to school time!

A loud honk was heard as Hermione raced back into the teetering house, yelling at the top of her lungs, "THE MINISTRY CARS ARE HERE!" Everyone rushed to the door with their belongings.

As the clock struck ten fifty on the nose, the clan of magical people raced through the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Mrs. Weasley looked at the kids in front of her. No, they weren't kids anymore...they were young adults, near completion of their education. Upon this realization, she immediately burst into tears, sobs racking her stout frame.

"Mum," started Ron, "Could you stop crying? I know you think it's sad that 'Your babies are all grown up', but your embarrassing me..."

Hermione slapped Ron upside the head and sniffed. "It's perfectly all right if she cries, it's her right as a mother!" She went to Mrs. Weasley's sniffling form and embraced her.

"I-I'll...-sniff-...miss you all...-sob-...so much!" Mrs. Weasley pulled Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny into one of her famous bone-crushing hugs, causing the reaction of 'Ack! Need...air...' all around.

"Now," She said with a final dab of her eyes, "I want you all to behave yourselves! Hermione dear, I expect you to watch over them, all right?

Without hesitation, Hermione answered with a firm smile, "Of course."

Mrs. Weasley gave them each a watery smile. "You all have grown up so fast..."

"I still have two years Mum, and they still have this last one..." Ginny sighed exasperatedly, then grinned goofily. "But don't worry, once we have our own places and our own jobs and our own families, we'll send a postcard."

This sent Mrs. Weasley into another round of tears. Harry stepped forward and gave her a hug. "Thanks for everything you've done for me. You've been just like a mother..." She hugged him back and gave everyone on else a final hug. It was horribly sad to see them go, but she knew it must be done.

The shrill whistle of the Hogwarts Express reached their ears, and Mrs. Weasley shooed them off into the scarlet train. They found an empty compartment near the back and stuffed their trunks overhead, sticking their heads out the window. Many other students were scrambling to say some last farewells and get on the train, not wanting to miss the only ride to school. Mrs. Weasley could barely be seen in the mad rush, but as the cars finally lurched forward, they yelled out to her and frantically waved good-bye. Once the train had fully rounded the corner and the parents were out of sight, the four leaned back in and plopped down, anxiously awaiting their arrival.

A/N: Well then, that was short, but I wanted to get this first chapter posted. As I said before, I'll try to get the chapters longer and posted relatively fast, but I can't promise anything. And don't worry, Inuyasha and the gang will come in next time! Now, please help with those plots and inspirations by reviewing! I know every author says that, but I just get a fuzzy feeling every time I get those little e-mails...