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This is my first HP/CCS crossover. I hope give it a chance, among the many other fics that fit in this category. If you read the story, then please be so courteous as to leave a review. Thank you!

Disclaimer:

Harry Potter and Card Captor Sakura belong to some of the greatest wizards of the Muggle worlds, J. K. Rowling, and CLAMP. They do not however, belong to me.

Also, I feel I should mention the following authors and their stories, because this fic was inspired as much by them as by the authors mentioned above. They are:

Harry Potter and the Return of the True Sorcerers by Magicalfoci

Harry Potter and the Betrayal of Clow by crystal-flame123

The Road Less Traveled by Mystical Magician

I just wanted to say that I enjoyed your fics very much, so much that I am writing a fic now expanding on your ideas. I hope you don't mind!

Summary (subject to change at any time, but this one will be kept the same):

Long ago the two groups of mages were divided by one silly family feud. But is that enough to keep them apart forever, even when both are placed in great danger?

When Tomoyo is attacked by Death Eaters, Sakura, Li, and Eriol go to Hogwarts in order to spy on the Wizarding world and find out why. But can Sakura overcome her rage at the wizards for attacking her best friend in time, before she does something rash?

This is a story. A story that tells the truth. A story that while not so glamorously told as the others, it is the only story that relates everything for what it is or what it was or what it will be. Nothing is held back, nothing is changed, and nothing is lied about. Through this story, the third party will find out the truth. And that third party is you; the Muggles, formerly known as the Magic Bearers.

I cannot tell you who I am. I just hope that you will trust me, as I tell you this story . . .

You have been told different parts of this story many times, though you may not know it yet. You have seen it, you have heard, you have believed it. But these stories that you have been told are not the truth, or at least not the truth in its entirety. You have been told the story of one young boy, who changed his world forever, by ridding his people, the Magic Wielders, of great evil. You have told the story of one young girl, who fulfilled a quest, and became one of the most powerful Magic Rulers of her time. Magic Wielders, Magic Rulers, Magic Bearers. I know these terms are unfamiliar to most of you. It would be easier to call them the magic-users (wizards), the magic-workers (sorcerers), and the magic-holders (muggles), but this is not something I am willing to do, for it would be meddling with reality and truth. Don't worry, for I shall make sure to explain it all to you later, but let me finish this introduction to you first.

The two stories I have mentioned above are stories that while none of you are fully able accept them as real, are stories that you believe in to be the truth. But they are not the truth. I know you do not believe me; there is no way you could after reading these stories again and again for over five years. And I also know that there is no way I can persuade you to believe they are not true. So though I would like to start at the beginning, that takes place before these stories, I cannot, for I need to say all this in a way that you will believe. I know of many events that you know, that you know from heart; of a small boy standing in front of the Mirror of Erised and seeing his dead parents come back to life, of a girl opening a book in her father's library and discovering fifty or so cards, each with their own magical abilities, of a boy struggling through a chess game with his friends in order to retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone and confront his worst enemy, a girl who turns Water to ice so that she may gain control of it, a boy who goes into the girls' bathroom and opens an ancient chamber beneath his school, a girl who discovers Fire and defeats it with Water and Wind, a boy who saves an innocent soul, only to lose him two years later, a girl who struggles to overcome the Final Judgment and be deemed worthy, a boy who proves his talents over an over again, a girl whose troubles end only to begin again, a boy who goes through a maze and witnesses death for the first time, a girl who transforms her powers and realizes she is no longer the innocent child she once was, a boy who is misjudged and misunderstood by his peers, and a girl . . . a girl who has to hide her powers from all, the people of the outside world, forever and forever.

These memories . . . some may be true, while others may not. They may all be lies, and maybe they are all the truth. Whatever it is, I shall never know, and neither shall you, for the authors of these memories, those powerful mages, who go by the names of Rowling and CLAMP, those who revealed the memories to us, placed many Embeddiment charms and suchlike so that they would be embedded into our very beings and we should never forget them, or dismiss them as untrue. I will not attempt to undo their work, for even I do not know the full extent of my powers, and if they are lesser than these mages, I shall be destroyed, and unable to relate the truth, or what ever I know of it, to you.

I wish I could start at the very beginning, when the boy received a letter for the first time in his life, and the girl opened an ancient book with magical properties, but I cannot rewrite history, even if it is not entirely true. Instead I am forced to begin at the end, or somewhere around there. I begin at exactly one year after which the boy's story left off, one year after the end of his fifth year at school, when he is preparing for his seventh year. And I begin around one year after which the girl's story left off, one year after she woke up late for the last time and met her true love again, when she will complete her final year of high school before going on to college. This is the only way I can make sure you will understand this story. I wish I could begin at the first year, when the boy came to school for the first time, and the girl was in her last year of primary school, but as I have said before, I cannot, so here begins my story now . . . the beginning of an end.

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I just stared out my window

Dreaming of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray

Trying not to reach out

But when I'd try to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I pray

I could breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky

I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I loved

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

-Kelly Clarkson, Breakaway

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I hope that wasn't too confusing. I reposted this prologue with just the second part, and the first part of it begins chapter 1, ok? It's like going to be Sakura's dream. (I still remember watching episodes of "Cardcaptors" in like fifth grade and wondering at how most of them all started with Sakura dreaming of something going on at the top of Tokyo Tower, lol.) So I tried making things less confusing by splitting the prologue. I hope you liked this prologue, please leave a review as to telling me how I can improve or make things clearer in the future, and I'll try coming out with Chapter 1 ASAP!

Btw, the more reviews I get, the sooner I'm likely to update . . . (hint, hint?)