A/N: Look, everybody, Voodoo's writing a fic!! I know, I know, it's about friggin time! But yeah, anyways, this is my Harry Potter/Newsies crossover, yet to be titled.... I hope you enjoy it! Remember, reading and reviewing is a must! Thankys!
Disclaimer: Newsies belongs to Disney, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling! I'm just a kid who wants to write about them both!
Harry Potter Meets the Newsies
Chatper 1
By Voodoo
"Hoy, Harry! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Came the frustrated voice of Ron Weasley, bounding over to where Harry was standing in the threshold of the Dursley home, wand in hand. Harry, his jet-black hair gleaming in the moonlight, saw Ron and sighed.
"I was just looking it over, for old times sake... it's so strange how they all just disappeared...." Harry explained, his eyes fixed on the cupboard under the stairs, which had been his bedroom until that fateful day 5 years ago when he had gotten the letter from Hogwarts, telling him he was accepted. Of course, at that time he had had no idea he had any magic in him at all. Now, he was a week away from his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As he looked around, surveying the remnants of the home of his only living relatives, the Dursleys. He was surrounded by rooms that made up the house that had been his prison for so many years, all now deserted. It had all happened so suddenly, so strangely, that even the Ministry of Magic was extremely befuddled.
It all had happened only a few days ago... Harry, "home" with the Dursleys, had gone off with Ron and his family to vacation at their home. He had returned to find the house completely void of life. The strangest thing was that nothing was disturbed, it was as if they had just simply left the house to run an errand and had not yet returned. And at first that was what Harry had thought, until he found the table in the dining room set for dinner, complete with food and drinks. That had seemed strange to him. The food hadn't been touched, it just sat on the table, waiting to be eaten. The television had been on, and the beds were still made from that morning. The only thing that was missing was the Dursleys.
"You know you aren't supposed to be here! It's quarantined by the Ministry and the Muggle governments alike!" Ron's voice burst into his recollections. He had gone over the whole thing so many times in his mind, and everything pointed to Voldemort. The only problem with that situation was that Voldemort was dead...
"Yeah, I know that, it's just that I was hoping to maybe find, you know, a clue or something!" Harry said, shrugging and allowing Ron to lead him away from the house.
Ron looked at him sharply, his deep brown eyes serious. "Why don't you come and stay with us, Harry?"
Harry shrugged again, causing Ron to worry. It wasn't like Harry to just not care. Usually, Harry would have leapt at an invitation to the Burrow, but Harry had been so different since the Dursleys had disappeared. Ron gave a deep sigh, and headed to the '65 Ford Mustang Mr. Weasley had enchanted to fly, and gestured for Harry to get in. Harry did so, and Ron climbed into the drivers seat and took off driving down the street. They drove until they were out in the country far enough to start flying, and then took to the air. They flew over the moonlit countryside, Harry staring off into space the entire time. Ron shook his head, and was glad when they reached the Burrow at last.
"There you two are! I've been worried sick!" Hermione Granger exclaimed, emerging from the Weasley home, her big brown eyes filled with concern as she saw Harry's anemic state. She raced over to them.
"Was he... there?" Hermione whispered to Ron, as she reached the car. Ron nodded, and started to go inside, when Hermione put her hand on his arm and held him back.
"What's the matter with him?" She asked, indicating Harry, who had gotten out of the car and was trudging up the path to the house.
"I'm not sure... when I found him, he was just standing in the front door, staring at the house. I don't know what's the matter with him, but I hope he'll cheer up when we get back to school!" Ron replied, shaking his head sadly. Hermione gave a dejected sigh and together they headed back inside the house.
"Hullo Harry! What a pleasant surprise! Are you hungry? Or do you just want to go on up to Ron's room?" Mrs. Weasley asked pleasantly, smiling at Harry, who only gave her a weak smile in return. Mrs. Weasley sensed something was wrong, but decided not to mention anything. Whatever it was, she knew she'd find out soon enough through Ron or Hermione.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley, but I'm pretty tired. I think I'd like to just go to bed, thanks!" Harry murmured, giving her another pathetic attempt at a smile, and went upstairs to Ron's room. A moment later, Ron and Hermione appeared through the front door.
"So, you've noticed it too?" Hermione asked, noticing the expression on Mrs. Weasley's face and sighing. Mrs. Weasley nodded, and asked, "What's the matter with him?"
"We don't know any more than you do, but I'm trying to find out!" Ron said, shrugging his shoulders. "Where is he? I saw him come in."
"He went upstairs to your room... the poor dear said he was tired." Mrs. Weasley explained, and Ron nodded, and ran upstairs. Hermione shook her head and sat down on the couch, her shoulders slumped. Mrs. Weasley sat next to her and put her arm around her.
"What's the matter, dear?" She asked in a motherly tone, stroking her hair, knowing what the answer was going to be.
Hermione looked up at her with tearful eyes. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I just don't know what to do! Harry is so depressed, and he won't tell us what's the matter!! I wish I knew how to help, but I haven't a clue..." and she burst into tears.
"There, there! It'll be ok, you'll see! He's just in shock, that's all." Mrs. Weasley cooed, comforting Hermione in that way that only mothers can. Hermione buried her face in Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, her red hair sticking to her tear-stained face.
"Hermione! What's the matter?!" Ginny Weasley had appeared at the foot of the stairs, shocked to find Hermione crying into her mother's shoulder. Hermione looked up at Ginny, her eyes red from crying, and Ginny immediately hurried over to her.
Hermione smiled at her, but it was a vacant smile. Ginny gave her a curious look, but Hermione just shook her head. "I think I'm going to go to bed now. Thanks Mrs. Weasley!" she said, and got up from the couch and went upstairs. Ginny's eyes followed her, then she turned to her mother.
"What's going on? Why is everyone so depressed? I want to know what's going on!!" She demanded, looking her mother square in the eye, pleading for information. Mrs. Weasley, however, just shook her head and said, "Not now. I'll tell you later, but now it's time for you to go to bed as well." Ginny pouted, but Mrs. Weasley was firm. "Bed, now!"
"Fine!" She said, gave her mother a swift peck on the cheek, and swept up the stairs to bed. However, when she went inside her bedroom, she found Hermione crying softly into her pillow, and she decided it might be better to wait until Hermione was asleep. Besides, her father would be home from the Ministry any moment now, maybe she could overhear him talking to her mother and find out what was going on. So she crept back downstairs, and hid behind a particularly large enchanted houseplant on the first landing, giving her enough space to hide sufficiently, but also enough space to see through. She had only been crouching there for a few moments when her father suddenly appeared in the kitchen.
"Hello, Arthur, dear, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen, and she heard her father reply,
"I'm alright, I suppose... as well as I can be with all the mayhem in the ministry!"
"Have they found out anything? Anything at all?"
Mr. Weasley sighed unhappily, "Not a thing... we're as in the dark as we were yesterday and the day before!" Mrs. Weasley echoed his sigh and told him, "Harry's here, he's upstairs with Ron."
"Excellent! We'll have to keep an eye on him." Mr. Weasley sounded pleased, and Ginny waited to see if they would discuss what the problem actually was. Her patience was rewarded, for after another few moments of silence, her parents began the conversation again.
"What actually happened? Does the Ministry know that much?" Mrs. Weasley asked, and Mr. Weasley began to tell what they had found out.
"What we know so far is that two days ago, the Muggle police got a call from one of the Dursley's neighbors, saying that they had seen a flash of green light from inside the house, and that they had tried calling, but no-one answered, and that they were worried. So, when the Ministry heard about this, they went to investigate. You know the green light is what is associated with the Avada Kedavra curse, and Voldemort. However, when they got to the house, there weren't any bodies. The Muggle police had reported that there weren't any bodies as well, so they had to suspect a kidnapping. However, during a closer search of the house, they found a strange green gas floating along the floor of some of the rooms, and so they quarantined the house. So now our men have to Apparate in there to do their investigating, instead of masquerading as Muggle Investigators. And we've found nothing.... the gas hasn't risen, or lessened, and all of our Charms and Potions specialists have been working on it, but to no avail. And to top it all off, Rita Skeeter is publishing stories in the Daily Prophet that the Ministry is hiding the bodies, and that Voldemort isn't really dead, and that Fudge should resign as Minister. She's raking up all sorts of muck.... but now we've got Harry, so she can't get to him and turn this all even worse!" Mr. Weasley finished his tale, and Ginny leaned back against the wall, shocked.
Ok, that's all for right now! PLEASE read and review, I'll love you forever!! Thanks!! And, for all you Newsies fans out there, the Newsies don't come in until the next part, so be patient, I'm cranking 'em out as fast as I can! PLEASE read and review, or I'll soak ya!! Thanks!
~*Voodoo*~
Disclaimer: Newsies belongs to Disney, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling! I'm just a kid who wants to write about them both!
Harry Potter Meets the Newsies
Chatper 1
By Voodoo
"Hoy, Harry! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Came the frustrated voice of Ron Weasley, bounding over to where Harry was standing in the threshold of the Dursley home, wand in hand. Harry, his jet-black hair gleaming in the moonlight, saw Ron and sighed.
"I was just looking it over, for old times sake... it's so strange how they all just disappeared...." Harry explained, his eyes fixed on the cupboard under the stairs, which had been his bedroom until that fateful day 5 years ago when he had gotten the letter from Hogwarts, telling him he was accepted. Of course, at that time he had had no idea he had any magic in him at all. Now, he was a week away from his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As he looked around, surveying the remnants of the home of his only living relatives, the Dursleys. He was surrounded by rooms that made up the house that had been his prison for so many years, all now deserted. It had all happened so suddenly, so strangely, that even the Ministry of Magic was extremely befuddled.
It all had happened only a few days ago... Harry, "home" with the Dursleys, had gone off with Ron and his family to vacation at their home. He had returned to find the house completely void of life. The strangest thing was that nothing was disturbed, it was as if they had just simply left the house to run an errand and had not yet returned. And at first that was what Harry had thought, until he found the table in the dining room set for dinner, complete with food and drinks. That had seemed strange to him. The food hadn't been touched, it just sat on the table, waiting to be eaten. The television had been on, and the beds were still made from that morning. The only thing that was missing was the Dursleys.
"You know you aren't supposed to be here! It's quarantined by the Ministry and the Muggle governments alike!" Ron's voice burst into his recollections. He had gone over the whole thing so many times in his mind, and everything pointed to Voldemort. The only problem with that situation was that Voldemort was dead...
"Yeah, I know that, it's just that I was hoping to maybe find, you know, a clue or something!" Harry said, shrugging and allowing Ron to lead him away from the house.
Ron looked at him sharply, his deep brown eyes serious. "Why don't you come and stay with us, Harry?"
Harry shrugged again, causing Ron to worry. It wasn't like Harry to just not care. Usually, Harry would have leapt at an invitation to the Burrow, but Harry had been so different since the Dursleys had disappeared. Ron gave a deep sigh, and headed to the '65 Ford Mustang Mr. Weasley had enchanted to fly, and gestured for Harry to get in. Harry did so, and Ron climbed into the drivers seat and took off driving down the street. They drove until they were out in the country far enough to start flying, and then took to the air. They flew over the moonlit countryside, Harry staring off into space the entire time. Ron shook his head, and was glad when they reached the Burrow at last.
"There you two are! I've been worried sick!" Hermione Granger exclaimed, emerging from the Weasley home, her big brown eyes filled with concern as she saw Harry's anemic state. She raced over to them.
"Was he... there?" Hermione whispered to Ron, as she reached the car. Ron nodded, and started to go inside, when Hermione put her hand on his arm and held him back.
"What's the matter with him?" She asked, indicating Harry, who had gotten out of the car and was trudging up the path to the house.
"I'm not sure... when I found him, he was just standing in the front door, staring at the house. I don't know what's the matter with him, but I hope he'll cheer up when we get back to school!" Ron replied, shaking his head sadly. Hermione gave a dejected sigh and together they headed back inside the house.
"Hullo Harry! What a pleasant surprise! Are you hungry? Or do you just want to go on up to Ron's room?" Mrs. Weasley asked pleasantly, smiling at Harry, who only gave her a weak smile in return. Mrs. Weasley sensed something was wrong, but decided not to mention anything. Whatever it was, she knew she'd find out soon enough through Ron or Hermione.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley, but I'm pretty tired. I think I'd like to just go to bed, thanks!" Harry murmured, giving her another pathetic attempt at a smile, and went upstairs to Ron's room. A moment later, Ron and Hermione appeared through the front door.
"So, you've noticed it too?" Hermione asked, noticing the expression on Mrs. Weasley's face and sighing. Mrs. Weasley nodded, and asked, "What's the matter with him?"
"We don't know any more than you do, but I'm trying to find out!" Ron said, shrugging his shoulders. "Where is he? I saw him come in."
"He went upstairs to your room... the poor dear said he was tired." Mrs. Weasley explained, and Ron nodded, and ran upstairs. Hermione shook her head and sat down on the couch, her shoulders slumped. Mrs. Weasley sat next to her and put her arm around her.
"What's the matter, dear?" She asked in a motherly tone, stroking her hair, knowing what the answer was going to be.
Hermione looked up at her with tearful eyes. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I just don't know what to do! Harry is so depressed, and he won't tell us what's the matter!! I wish I knew how to help, but I haven't a clue..." and she burst into tears.
"There, there! It'll be ok, you'll see! He's just in shock, that's all." Mrs. Weasley cooed, comforting Hermione in that way that only mothers can. Hermione buried her face in Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, her red hair sticking to her tear-stained face.
"Hermione! What's the matter?!" Ginny Weasley had appeared at the foot of the stairs, shocked to find Hermione crying into her mother's shoulder. Hermione looked up at Ginny, her eyes red from crying, and Ginny immediately hurried over to her.
Hermione smiled at her, but it was a vacant smile. Ginny gave her a curious look, but Hermione just shook her head. "I think I'm going to go to bed now. Thanks Mrs. Weasley!" she said, and got up from the couch and went upstairs. Ginny's eyes followed her, then she turned to her mother.
"What's going on? Why is everyone so depressed? I want to know what's going on!!" She demanded, looking her mother square in the eye, pleading for information. Mrs. Weasley, however, just shook her head and said, "Not now. I'll tell you later, but now it's time for you to go to bed as well." Ginny pouted, but Mrs. Weasley was firm. "Bed, now!"
"Fine!" She said, gave her mother a swift peck on the cheek, and swept up the stairs to bed. However, when she went inside her bedroom, she found Hermione crying softly into her pillow, and she decided it might be better to wait until Hermione was asleep. Besides, her father would be home from the Ministry any moment now, maybe she could overhear him talking to her mother and find out what was going on. So she crept back downstairs, and hid behind a particularly large enchanted houseplant on the first landing, giving her enough space to hide sufficiently, but also enough space to see through. She had only been crouching there for a few moments when her father suddenly appeared in the kitchen.
"Hello, Arthur, dear, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen, and she heard her father reply,
"I'm alright, I suppose... as well as I can be with all the mayhem in the ministry!"
"Have they found out anything? Anything at all?"
Mr. Weasley sighed unhappily, "Not a thing... we're as in the dark as we were yesterday and the day before!" Mrs. Weasley echoed his sigh and told him, "Harry's here, he's upstairs with Ron."
"Excellent! We'll have to keep an eye on him." Mr. Weasley sounded pleased, and Ginny waited to see if they would discuss what the problem actually was. Her patience was rewarded, for after another few moments of silence, her parents began the conversation again.
"What actually happened? Does the Ministry know that much?" Mrs. Weasley asked, and Mr. Weasley began to tell what they had found out.
"What we know so far is that two days ago, the Muggle police got a call from one of the Dursley's neighbors, saying that they had seen a flash of green light from inside the house, and that they had tried calling, but no-one answered, and that they were worried. So, when the Ministry heard about this, they went to investigate. You know the green light is what is associated with the Avada Kedavra curse, and Voldemort. However, when they got to the house, there weren't any bodies. The Muggle police had reported that there weren't any bodies as well, so they had to suspect a kidnapping. However, during a closer search of the house, they found a strange green gas floating along the floor of some of the rooms, and so they quarantined the house. So now our men have to Apparate in there to do their investigating, instead of masquerading as Muggle Investigators. And we've found nothing.... the gas hasn't risen, or lessened, and all of our Charms and Potions specialists have been working on it, but to no avail. And to top it all off, Rita Skeeter is publishing stories in the Daily Prophet that the Ministry is hiding the bodies, and that Voldemort isn't really dead, and that Fudge should resign as Minister. She's raking up all sorts of muck.... but now we've got Harry, so she can't get to him and turn this all even worse!" Mr. Weasley finished his tale, and Ginny leaned back against the wall, shocked.
Ok, that's all for right now! PLEASE read and review, I'll love you forever!! Thanks!! And, for all you Newsies fans out there, the Newsies don't come in until the next part, so be patient, I'm cranking 'em out as fast as I can! PLEASE read and review, or I'll soak ya!! Thanks!
~*Voodoo*~