KawaiiQuerida-chan: Howdy! I'm back! Yay! As usual, I've decided to do a crossover! I probably SHOULDN'T be doing another fanfic, but I couldn't help myself. But I do warn you, I'm going to try to finish a couple of my other fanfictions so I can update this one more regularly, so chapters might be a bit far in-between. And besides that, this chapter is basically just a trial. If you want me to continue, say so, and I will do so as often as I can, okay?

Harry: When you told me you decided to do a Harry Potter/Mediator crossover, I admit I couldn't help but be interested.

Suze: Same here!

KQ-chan: Well, here it is! Places everybody! 5…4…3…2…1…ACTION!

Gemini

Ch 1: Hoggywarts and Muggywamps

Okay. I admit it. I was so happy; I could feel myself getting ready to giggle. But, I mean, come ON. This is Jesse de Silva we're talking about here, how could I not be happy to see him? I mean, he's only the hottest, sweetest, most understanding guy in Carmel—maybe even in the entire world. And I was FINALLY going to see him after 2 whole weeks. I mean, what was up with my mom grounding me for two weeks? Was she trying to MURDER me, or something?

It wasn't my fault. It wasn't. Oh, sure it might SEEM like it. I was, after all, the one who broke Christopher Johnson's nose and then proceeded to try to break his arm, but let me tell you: the guy deserved it. I know because a ghost told me so.

Now, don't bother calling Bellevue, okay? I'm perfectly sane, I assure you. I'm what you call a mediator or more specifically, a shifter. It's my duty to see the dead and help them move on by cleaning up all their messes. It can be a hassle at times, sure, but since Jesse joined the Mediator Incorporation (there's no such thing, I invented it), my job's become a lot more enjoyable.

But I digress. Well…I think so. It seems that everybody's using that word these days, so I decided that maybe I should too.

ANYWAY, so Katie Thomas told me that this Chris guy had brutally murdered her. There was no evidence, and nobody suspected Chris 'cause the murder happened in Oregon, and Chris supposedly has no connection to Katie. In fact, the guys investigating Katie's murder didn't even know that Chris existed.

Which would be why she came to yours truly. As a shifter, I can be very persuasive. People tend to listen to me if it means not getting their necks broken. What can I say: It's a gift. And now the detectives know Chris exists.

So THAT'S why I was grounded, and THAT'S why I was so gosh darn happy about seeing Jesse.

I'm not going to go into detail about my date or anything. I'll just say simply that Jesse looked especially hot that night and I had an absolutely wonderful evening. I wished time would stop in that one place.

The only reason I mentioned the date at all was so you knew that I had been happy earlier that evening. Keywords here, people are 'had' and 'been.' As soon as I collapsed on my bed in my shirt and boxers, that quickly changed.

I heard a tapping at my window, and at first I tried to ignore it. It wouldn't go away, though, so I decided to check it out. When I opened my window, something flew in, and I was barely able to swallow my scream. Just to let you know, I thought it was a bat.

But it wasn't—a bat, I mean. It was a bird—an owl to be exact. I noticed that as soon as I turned my light on.

Now…I suppose having an owl in your room would be weird enough for most people. I mean, I've never heard have having an owl knock on your window and then come in. But hey, at least it was a polite bird. Anyway, what was particularly weird about this bird was that it had an envelope in its mouth, and it looked like it wanted me to take it.

I went up to the bird cautiously and slipped the envelope out if it's beak. I read the envelope:

Susannah Simon

Room with the view

99 Pine Crest

Carmel, CA 90456

I thought that was weird, but I had no idea. I opened up the envelope and took out the thick and old-looking parchment. Like the envelope, the words were written in green ink.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Simon,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Normally we don't take in 17-year-olds, but we consider you a special case. It's really quite urgent. Mr. de Silva may join you. We've decided to create a Medical class.

As I'm sure you know, you are adopted. Your biological mother and father are deceased, unfortunately, but your twin brother is alive and needs your help. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than August 26th.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

I couldn't move for about 10 minutes. I couldn't believe it was true. I was NOT adopted. If I had been, my mother would have told me. Or more importantly, my father would have. So it just couldn't be true. And what the heck were a Hogwarts and a Mugwump?

But how did they know EXACTLY where I lived? And how did they know about Jesse? Could it really be true? Could I really have been adopted and my mother hadn't told me? I decided it was best to find out before acting, but I couldn't help but believe that everything that had happened in the letter was truthful. And that made me mad.

"Mom!"

For the first time ever, I just burst into my mother's room. I was angry—angrier than I ever had been.

"Susie, what's the matter?"

My mother was still up reading a novel. Andy had been asleep, but jumped awake at the sound of my angry voice.

And let me tell you—the sight of your mother in bed with any guy—especially one that's not your father—way weird.

"What's the matter is this." I shoved the letter in her face, not caring about what it said about Pigs with warts and Wampsmug.

I watched my mother's face as she read. At first she was confused, but then I saw fear and sadness in her eyes. Tears welled up in mine.

"So then it is true? Why didn't you tell me? I really would rather have found out from you than from people talking about a school for witches and wizards!"

"What?" Andy was fully awake now. "What's this all about?"

My mother spoke in a quiet voice. "Your father wasn't able to have children, Susie, so we decided to adopt. We both were so eager to be parents that we didn't even think when this guy with a really long beard came to us with you in his arms. Especially me. I got the feeling that your father knew him."

I could only be silent. Andy grabbed the letter from my mother and started to read it. "What is this stuff? Witchcraft? Wizardry? Were Susannah's parents in the occult or something?"

I could only roll my eyes at Andy. How little he knew and understood.

"Do you want to go, Susie?" my mother asked me.

I stared at her. I really couldn't be mad. I mean, one never could tell that I wasn't the biological child of the people who raised me, and maybe Mom thought that it would be easier for me if I never found out. Or maybe she knew it would be easier on her.

I didn't want to hurt her, honest, but I needed to find out what I was. Maybe I could found out why I was a mediator—maybe it was hereditary.

I nodded my head. "I think I should see what's so urgent. But, um, I have school. What would we do about that?"

My mother nodded her head wearily. "Okay. We can say that you were accepted into some new school that just opened up in England. I don't think many will question it."

"Well okay."

So that's how it all started. As soon was I entered my room, I picked up the phone and called Jesse. A part of me wanted to cry, but I didn't. I explained to him calmly what had happened since he dropped me off and asked if he would be willing to come with me. I really didn't think I'd be able to go through with it all alone.

He said yes, so I gave him when we were leaving for England (August 26th), and broke the connection only to pick it up again and call CeeCee. She'd be angry with me for calling, but I needed to. Today was August24th, and it would be August 25th in one hour.

"Who are you and why are you calling me!" she practically screeched at me.

"Cee? It's Suze. I have something to tell you."

From there, I explained, as I had for Jesse, all that had happened and silently congratulated myself for not crying. Then I came for the reason why I had called her—I reason I thought was very ingenious of me.

"Cee? Umm…I don't think this school teaches the fine art of mathematics or why the War Between the States broke out, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mine emailing or sending your notes from class to me. I don't know if they have jobs, and I think it would be valuable to be able to take the SAT's when I'm ready."

"No problem, Suze. Wow…I hope everything works out for you okay."

"Yeah…me too. Talk to you later."

"Yeah…bye."

"Night."

As I hung up the phone, the numbers on my clock changed: it was now August 25th. Tomorrow I'd be off to jolly old England.

"Here's hoping I don't get swallowed by a Hogwarrty or a Muggywamp."

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