Me: Ok. All of you out there that have read my stories know I'm not a fantastic writer. But I like to write. A few reviews pointing me in the right direction wouldn't run amiss either. As a few of you hopefully know, I enjoy pioneering things. I wrote a few stories that weren't around yet. I wrote the first Utakata/Hotaru fic for Naruto, others have since followed. I love good crossovers. And I have decided to make the first crossover documented as a crossover between After School Nightmare and Harry Potter. 'Cause I feel like it. And yes, my loyal readers, I am that weird!

Rated M for cursing (thanks Sou) and a few….things…Yaoi, just sayin…

Sou: …..She owns the idea? Maybe…? Well…The plot anyway.

Harry: She has altered both plots to fit this story, and threw a few whacked problems into Mashiro and Sou's relationship. The prologue should explain stuff. And, er, you know her home computers down, so she can't update too regularly, but I reckon she'd like reviews and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. No need to be mean to her, she's trying.

Prologue

Mashiro-kun will…..Come home, right?

So tell me, do you like being a girl? You having fun? You happy yet?

ICHIJO! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Make me a girl

I'm not asleep. What're you staring at?

What're you looking at? I can't eat like this..

I wish I could've seen, the Black Rose Princess production.

'Why do you say that?'

Huh?

'You said that in the past tense'

Kureha looked around wildly "Sou! The doors hot!"

The dark boy simply glanced between his terrified friend and the two others in the room, then his gaze strayed to Mashiro on the bed. She could still graduate, it could be okay. She just needed to live, and he was fine with dying as long as she didn't.

The other girl, he couldn't recall her name, and the copycat boy were beginning to break down as well. Sou looked back to Mashiro. 'Vanish, already! Please!'

They were all going to die.

That simple

That hard.

Sou would never be able to say 'I love you' again. He should have said it more often.

Smoke

The world fell apart. Went black

Mashiro still lay there

'Please disappear. Be safe, please'

"Damn you."

The female Mashiro didn't quite get it. "What?"

"You love him."

Since when was this news? And she couldn't leave like Kureha and Sou wanted her to with her male self in the way. "And?"

"Go, before my good sense returns, little sister." And her older brother pulled her into a tight embrace, their hearts beat as one, and the male felt as the female for the people around him. Another beat, and he got the memories. She pulled away.

"Goodbye, brother. If…If you stay, can you tell them I loved them for me?"

"Yes. Now go."

And she tried, the key turned the door opened, and as it did, half of the arch crushed her. The world was too unstable, he kept her too long. His fault.

"Mashiro?" The beads were on his neck now. Gone. Damaged beyond the repair of even this dream world.

The last bead broke.

When he came to. Sou was leaning on the side of his bed, his back to Mashiro. Kureha and the others on the floor. Still. Unmoving. "Are they okay!"

Sou spun so quickly Mashiro barely say the movement, Sou's eyes filled with tears, He had never seen him like this before.

"Why are you still here? Damnit! WHY!"

He held his gaze down. "She died, I took her place. Our gender is decided."

"Fuck." Sou whispered brokenly.

"Sou! I need to tell you! I still-"

There were people here now. They wore robes of black, and masks of porcelain. They were scary. Why were they here?

"Mizuhashi." One rasped "Fenrir would like you, so young and beautiful."

"I'd prefer not to run into Greyback now, or ever for that matter." Sou retorted.

'He knows them? Who's Fenrir Greyback?'

"Join us, Mizuhashi. Uphold your family name! We'll even save these pieces of trash for you." A woman cackled, her long tangled black hair formed an eerie cloud around her person.

"Aunt Bella, I..I can't…I can't live like you! It's wrong!"

"Always the weakling. Never as good as your sister and mother, sniveling brat. Always needed love, protection, couldn't stand to hurt a fly. Not worthy of your pureblood status! Can't wait to see you used for something useful. Crucio!"

Mashiro fell from the bed. The smoke made him sooooo dizzy. Sou was a wizard? Death-eaters were here? Why couldn't all the information hold still? Sou was hurt, lying on the floor writhing in pain. Who held the wand? Bellatrix Lestrange. His parents had put her away. Why was she out?

A low growling caught his attention "Mashiro Ichijo." The growling voice said "Why don't you join us?" Who?

"Having fun hacking into that memory charm boy? I think your parents didn't want you to remember us poor servants of the Dark Lord!" His laugh was frightening. So frightening.

Sou stopped moving, Bellatrix had lifted her wand. "Ceblaise, kill him."

A pale member of the group, one of two not wearing a mask bore down on Sou in an instant, bodily pinning him to the floor and sinking long fangs into Sou's tender throat.

Vampire. "No!" And Mashiro choked again on the smoke.

"Let me bite you." Fenrir crooned "I'm changing in a few seconds, your lover" He sneered the word as if it were disgusting "Or death after he dies, or, maybe I'll let you live in suffering."

"No…" Mashiro hissed, Sou couldn't die, not before he told him.

Fenrir's face was contorting, he fell on all fours.

Sou wasn't moving at all anymore, his hands hung limp by his sides, skin unhealthily pale.

The man was now a wolf. Mashiro rammed his arm into it's mouth.

The bite wasn't so bad, it was the change, it hurt. Bones cracking, face contorting, claws from his hands…

Soon a light brown wolf stood in the pile of clothing dotted with blood that was once Mashiro Ichijo.

'Come now little wolf, the Dark Lord wants us'

'Something I'm supposed to do..'

"Come with me. I'll help you remember' Fenrir crooned again

What had he forgotten? He wanted so badly to bite the people. Any of them, maybe the blonde moving slightly on the floor? Or the yummy looking boy being held by that vam-

Sou! How could he have forgotten, his teeth sliced deeply into the vampires arm, splattering blood over the unconscious Sou.

Spells didn't work well on him. He chased and bit and then another wolf was biting and he couldn't get away and why was he fighting this alpha? Shouldn't he obey?

The big wolf yelped as something black hit it from the side. That boy who was on the ground. There was still blood on him. Ick another vampire, he should kill this one. But as he made to attack, the vampire said something. What did 'Mashiro' mean? Maybe it was a crazy vampire, he didn't want rabies. The rain of spells all but stopped as the death-eaters fled the collapsing room. Like hell were they staying to confront a newborn vampire and a fresh turned werewolf.

Hot in here. The vampire didn't look so good. He was on his knees, his hair fell in his face. He looked pretty that way. He felt his tail wag. No! No wagging for the icky vampire. Ew! Even if he does smell really good. Oooh he did smell really nice, if only he were a wolf too.

Something moved behind one of the beds, the vampire jumped up and ran at it, the wolf followed. It was the old vampire, with his bloody arm. The new vampire caught him and pulled him to the ground in front of the wolf, pulling the victims head back to expose the throat. Wasn't that just something a predator did to please his mate? Was he a mate? Is that why he smelt so good?

His arms were shaking though, he didn't get enough blood before. The wolf made sure that the bite was close to the other vampire. Then he sat and waited for his new friend to drink.

"-ou want –e –o-ink?" Hard to hear with the walls cracking and falling.

The wolf ran to the blonde on the floor, she smelt good in a different way. To hot in here, leaving now was a good idea, he turned again in time to see the new vampire throw the old ones empty corpse away. He scooped up the blonde and before the wolf knew, they had made it outside.

He liked that vampire. The girl was okay. And the vampire took off, and the wolf was sad for a second. Then it came back and it had a bird and then the wolf wasn't hungry anymore. They were in a cave now, several miles out of civilization, and the sun was rising. The wolf became less aware of itself and suddenly the vampire- Sou was holding him. It was cold. Where were his clothes?

"Sou, I'm freezing."

"It's okay." Sou purred holding him close.

"I'm sorry I'm a guy."

Sou looked at him like he was crazy. "I don't think you planned it."

"Sou?" The blush on his face now was probably burning a hole in Sou's shirt..

"Mashiro?" Sou purred

"I still love you."

Sou looked at him calmly before saying "Good, I guess being friends isn't so bad."

Mashiro narrowed his eyes. It WAS bad. Nobody but him should ever be with Sou like this. So far only he had but-Uh nooo, there were many before him, why weren't their smells there?

"Why are you sniffing me?"

Mashiro smiled cheekily, "Turns out, I got your first time."

Sou blushed heavily "What!" Memory loss maybe? They needed to get to Saint Mungos.

"Ai wasn't real. So you couldn't with her, and she was too jealous to let you be with other people, she made them up. Since I could see Ai, I saw them too, but they weren't real. Nobody else ever saw them."

Holy Shit "They were talking about that one, the beginning of the school year."

"You said you never slept with her."

"Correct you are." And confused he was. "So I lost my virginity to a girl I loved who's now a guy and…Have you ever noticed my life enjoys sneaking up and brutally fucking me over?"

Loved? Past tense?

"I still love you."

"You told me that already." Sou hissed

"No. You're taking it wrong." Mashiro hissed

"And how am I-" Lips, thinner than a woman's, slightly different tasting, but the vampire liked the feeling and Sou liked it even more so. "Still love me. I get it. I hope you know this is going to still be hell to get used to, and work through."

Mashiro curled up on Sou again, reminding the older boy of a tired puppy. Hmm, apt description. "Mmmm hmmm. Night, See you when the moon rises, we need to get Kureha to a hospital."

Sou kissed Mashiro on the top of the head before wishing him a good night as well. And trying to get some sleep of his own.

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A lot of this chapter was childish sounding because it was spun towards Mashiro's point of view, he is now essentially a puppy which is why he acts small and cannot often find words for things, often needing to resort to physical demonstration.

Sou needed to be a bit more frail emotionally and a bit ooc for everything to work out. And yes, they are headed to Saint Mungos, then of course, Diagon Alley.