A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank all of you, especially tenshineko-dono and rj-dono for their reviews. Tenshineko-dono really made me rethink the entire story line for my fic, and I owe her a lot for it, because I completely forgot about Malfoy and the rest of them! Sumimasen! (It means "sorry" in Japanese. I forgot to put the foot note...hehe...sorrie. *grins sheepishly*

Well! Onto happier news! I'm rewriting this entire fic, and I NEED A BETA READER! PLEASE!!! My current beta reader *coughjenncough* seems to not be checking her e-mail very often, and I am in dire need of one to put my HP time line straight, and help me parallel it to the Rurouni Kenshin one. I also have not seen the entire series of RK, so I might get a lot of things wrong. HELP!!!!!!! BETA READER NEEDED BADLY!!! *sweatdrop*

READ THIS FIRST, OR YOU WILL REGRET IT! IF YOU DON'T READ THIS, YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!!!

Okay, these are some important facts:

*takes place during the Lily and James time period (Harry's parents)

*Misao is only two years younger than Aoshi. Not around ten. Only two.

*Aoshi was transferred over to Hogwarts in his fifth year, and this is his seventh year there.

*Misao goes to a school in Japan only for witches. Aoshi doesn't know she's a witch, and vice versa.

*Aoshi and Misao were both transferred over to Hogwarts to make a good impression that the Japanese were capable of producing wonderfully skilled wizard.

*Aoshi is still the okashira, but when he's away at "boarding school" (or so Misao thinks) Jiya takes over. Hehe, all the paperwork goes to dear Aoshi-sama though! Whenever there's an assignment that require Aoshi's help, he uses a time-turner (it that what they're called?) So he can literally be in two places at once!

* I'm pretending that the law that underage wizards weren't allowed to do magic outside of school didn't apply in Japan...HOW DO YOU THINK GODZILLA CAME TO LIFE?! It's in this chapter, don't worry. *grins evilly*

* This is an AU RK fic. *duh* Hannya and them DO die, but not because of that guy with the gattling gun. (sp?????) Nothing from the RK series happened; I'm only using the setting, names, and...yeah...I need help...hai! mental help too! ^_^

Warnings:

*A LOT of humor

*the game "strip truth or dare" will be played. NO LEMONS OR ANYTHING OF THAT SORT. It was put in purely for humor, and nothing else*

*I had help on this fic from my best friend. Please do not kill me...-_-()

Random notes:

*This fic is for Mousie-chan and Jenn-chan, because Mouse introduced me to Rurouni Kenshin, and it's all Jenn's fault that she told me to read the Harry Potter books. *sigh*

* This fic is also for Tenshineko-dono and RJ-dono, because they were really nice and were the first to review my fic, and they kept reviewing it. Arigato!!!!!

ANYWAYS, ON WITH THE STORY! ENOUGH OF NANASHI'S EVIL RANTINGS!

Godzilla, Mishaps, Letters, and many things that happened before Hogwarts...

A two-year-old Misao was running around in Kyoto, amazed at all the brilliantly colored lights. She giggled in delight when four-year-old Aoshi sneaked up behind her and lifted her up in his arms. She was extremely light for a two-year-old, not to mention extremely small.

"'oshi-sama, Whare we go-ing?"

Also, her speech was near perfect-quite surprisingly...

"Home. Don't you think you've had enough excitement for one day?"

Misao didn't answer. She was fast alseep.

***

A few later, when Aoshi was ten, he had quickly become one of the best ninjas at the Aoiya. Because of this fact, he was assigned his first mission: steal a couple of government documents that were written illegally by another ninja group.

This document was located in Beijing, China. Under the cover of darkness, Aoshi, Hannya, Beshimi, Hyottoko, and Shikijou all boarded a ship called the "Goddess of Seas" which so happened to be owned by Okina's very good friend Xing-Tian, who currently resided in China. She was apart of the Fire Dragon Clan-wonderfully skilled ninjas and the best at their art. Originally, she was a Japanese woman, but she married a Chinese man-quite unlikely due to the fact that Japan and China are mortal enemies (and still are), however, even so, their relationship was never broken, for both sets of parents were tired of war and desired to make peace.

Xing-Tian was said to have a daughter-whose arts were far greater than her own. No one knows the child's name, and no one has ever seen her. Because of this, the child has become merely a legend. Legend soon became myth, and myth soon became forgotten. (A/N: I sound like that Lord of the Rings narrator...I'm creeping myself out now...and I don't own LOTR. I just like this line. ^_^)

When Misao woke up the next morning, she ran downstairs as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

"Aoshi-sama! Where are you?"

She looked and looked, but couldn't find any trace of him, or any of his friends. She began to cry. She couldn't remember a day without him. Omasu pitied the poor child, and lifted her up from the wooden floor in the kitchen.

"Mi-chan, Aoshi-sama is away on a mission. It'll be about a week or so before he gets back."

When Misao heard this, she began to cry again. However, her sadness soon became anger. "Why didn't Aoshi-sama tell me? I thought I was his best friend!" She ran out into the hallway, slamming the door behind her as she went. Aoshi was just appointed okashira last month! Why did he have to go NOW! He was only ten, ONLY two years older than her.

The girl with dark-blue hair ran to the dojo, pulling out her kunais. One by one, she threw them at the dartboard made especially for her to practice. At first, she wanted to learn how to use a kodachi just like Aoshi, but the older boy, fearing her safety, told her kunais would be better because they were easier to handle, and easier to be concealed. Misao, at this time, was a very young child and was easily "brainwashed" and believed everything that her beloved Aoshi-sama said, so she took up the art of throwing kunais. However, seeing that Aoshi and his buddies were learning something else at the same time, of course, she wanted to learn too. It was kempo.

She wouldn't stop pestering them for weeks, begging them to teach her kempo. After a few months of this, they finally relented, and Misao was delighted. Soon, she became as good as they were, and begun to spar with them. The five never used their full strength against her, knowing that boys were naturally stronger than girls. Even so, however, they certainly gave her a workout. Misao always fought to the best of her ability against them, and the boys tried to keep their sparring level in check, making sure not to hurt her-after all, she was two years younger than them and did not have the strength that was needed in order to block their hard kicks and punches. They could break her arms.

Misao kept flinging her kunais into the dart board until she ran out. All of them hit the bulls eye. (No, the knives weren't on top of each other-they were bunched together in the little red circle.) Soon, she moved her fury onto the wooden doll used for practicing. She flung a kunai at it, and hit it right in the heart.

"That wasn't supposed to happen," she muttered, "if this was a real person, he or she would have died on impact."

The eight-year-old walked up to the wooden doll to retrieve the kunai, but the moment she touched it, the manakin disappeared. The kunai dropped to the floor, gleaming as if it never struck anything before. The doll was simply-gone.

***

Aoshi came back without Hannya Beshimi, Hyottoko, and Shikijou. He was also different when he returned-quiet, subdued, miserable, and unemotional. Not even the little genki Misao could change him. He had built an icy wall around himself, not letting anyone close to him. He never sparred with her anymore-never played, never laughed, never taught her again.

When he first came home, Misao was jumping up and down, talking excitedly and telling him what happened while he was gone. The "week or so" had turned into a month, so naturally, little Mi-chan was excited indeed.

However, when she noticed that Hannya and the others who had cared so much for her weren't with him, she asked, "Aoshi-sama, where are Hannya, Beshimi, Hyottoko, and Shikijou? I thought they went with you."

Misao noticed his eyes flickered with sadness, yet that was gone in a flash. /Such an innocent question, yet such a terrible answer. Dammit! Why is she so innocent? How does a child keep it?/ Aoshi thought. He himself was no longer a child. He was a man in a child's body, as one could say. He witnessed his friends die. He killed fifteen innocent lives who were merely doing their job. His hands were stained with blood.

"They died, Misao. They went to sleep forever." he whispered.

Misao did not understand. "Then eventually they will wake up, right Aoshi-sama? We can pour water on them again! Then they HAVE to get up!" She smiled. "I bet they're just tired. They'll be back soon, right? They'll come back to play with Misao-chan, right? They'll come back and be our friends again, right Aoshi-sama?"

Her innocent ocean blue eyes looked hopefully at Aoshi, who smiled slightly. He couldn't break her heart-he couldn't let her know what happened, and what death is.

"Hai, Misao-chan. They'll wake up." He ruffled her hair, and went inside the Aoiya. That was the last time she saw him smile.

***

When Misao was about to turn eleven, Aoshi had been away at boarding school for two years. It was an all boys school in Tokyo, but no one ever told her what the name of it was. Aoshi always came home over the summer with homework that he wouldn't let anyone see. Misao never heard him cursing math anymore. It was something else. Something big.

On Misao's eleventh birthday, Aoshi was away at his mysterious school, so the Aoiya celebrated without him. Aoshi did leave a present though, just like every other year. Omasu made a three-layer cake, complete with the latest Disney movie, Mulan. Misao was wearing her new kimono, which was a light spring green, embroidered with ivy on her shoulders and the hem on the bottom of the kimono and the hem of the sleeves. Misao's smiles were a couple thousand miles wide, as she saw the cake and the presents, not to mention the decorations also. Jiya wrapped her up in his famous bear hug, as Omasu and the rest of the staff laughed and had a great time.

Misao always loved opening presents-she always thought it was the best part at birthday parties, even if Aoshi-sama wasn't there. Before he went away to boarding school, he would always take her outside with Hannya and co. and play games. Tag, freeze tag, hide-and-seek, red rover, sharks and minnows-basically anything they could think of. Now...it was just her and the grown-ups.

This year, she received a barrette from Jiya, the kimono she was wearing from Omasu, books, a necklace, and an assortment of other items from everyone. It was tradition that she opened Aoshi's last, always hoping that he would rush through the doors just to see her open his present. It never happened though.

This year, his present was wrapped in spring green tissue paper. Omasu must have told him about her kimono, because the paper was stamped with ivy around the corners. It was tied with a jungle green ribbon. Misao opened it carefully, wanting to save the paper.

"Eesh," Jiya muttered as he watched her meticulously ripoff the tape, "she just ripped open ours." Everyone laughed.

When Misao finally got the paper off, she squealed. Aoshi had gotten her Mushu, the dragon!

"Arigato, minna-san for everything!!!"

She went around and hugged each and every person there.

Suddenly, there was a tapping on the window. Outside was a barn owl! Okina and Omasu paled. /This better not be Aoshi./ Okina thought as he let the owl in. It dropped a letter into Misao hand, and flew back out. Carefully, eyes open wide in confusion, she opened it, and read:

Fugoshi School of Witchcraft

Headmaster: Hino Makato

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorceress, International Confed. of Witches)

Dear Miss Makimachi,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Fugoshi School of Witchcraft. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Hino Makato

Headmaster

"Huh?" said Misao, thoroughly confused. "I'm a witch?"

"Well, it seems to be true, ne?" replied Jiya, smiling a mile wide. "The attachment says that we have to go to Fuji Alley, in order to get your supplies!"

"Is there a supply list?"

"Hai, Misao-chan. It's right behind it, see?"

Fugoshi School of Witchcraft

Uniform

First year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter coat (black, silver fastenings

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Course Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts ad Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring one owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Wow, Jiya! Sugoi!!! This will be fun! No more stupid algebra, life science, or any of that stuff!"

Misao bounced around some more. Suddenly, she stopped. "But Jiya...today is August 21, and the due date has already passed. And school starts in a few days!"

"Don't worry, Mi-chan," said Omasu, "I'm sure they already know you're coming. We'll pick up your supplies tomorrow."

"Arigato, Omasu! Arigato, Jiya!" she cried, tackling both with hugs.

"Come on, Mi-chan," said Omasu, gently, "go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us."

"Hai!"

***

A year had passed by quickly. Misao owled the Aoiya every week, just like she said she would. In her letters, she told them about all her experiences with magic, and the like.

She just so happened to befriend three extremely mischievous girls in her first year. Together, they played pranks on all the snobby girls and evil teachers that they had.

The cycle wore on and on. In her fourth year, because there were no restrictions on using magic during the summer, Misao decided to make a potion to make things grow bigger. Aoshi's smile was too small, so she decided to expand it.

"Hm...bat wings....arg! Where are they?! I'm so sure I put them in my bag!" she muttered under her breath as her small hands rummaged through her bag of ingredients. "Aha! Gotcha!" she screamed in delight.

"Joy, now I have to wait an hour. Well, I'd wait forever to see Aoshi-sama smile!"

The braided-haired girl bounced around and began on her charms homework. Charms was something she excelled greatly at. She loved the foreign words roll off her tongue like sugar and how some results would come out very funny, like the time she charmed a mortal enemy of hers to sing "I'm a little teapot" all day long.

Finally, the hour passed by, and Misao squealed with glee. Perhaps she was a little too excited. She brought her cauldron outside into the garden to hide it and fill a small vile of it up. However, she put the cauldron down too fast and some liquid spilled onto the ground.

Unfortunately for Misao, there was a small toy dinosaur there, most likely left by a small boy trespassing on their territory. The enlarging potion splashed onto it. The ten centimeter toy started to grow and grow and grow. The curse of Godzilla has finally begun...