Summary: When in doubt always trust your instincts, Harry Potter in this case trusted his instincts and after an accident occurs, he can now hear voices in his head. Eight voices to be exact. Belonging to eight senshi.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Sailor Moon belongs to their rightful owner, the only thing that belongs to me *sighs* is this story.
Author's Notes:
"Speech"
//Thoughts//
/~/Flashbacks/~/
~Inner conscience~
*Telepathic conversations*
~I am a witch in every way…
A warrior of the heart…
A queen by lineage...
A goddess in every aspect…
But I am also human;
I bleed and suffer like all human beings~
Prologue
Dear Ms. Tsukino,
As we have offered six years ago, we are still hoping that you accept our invitation to Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Under the circumstances of both muggle and our world, it is imperative that we must know of your decision by the end of the month. Due to the risen of Lord Voldemort, conflicts has occurred and we long await the help that you have promised. But do not be pressured, this is an option. If you wish to fight Lord Voldemort through means of other ways, then we accept your decision fully. Knowing that you have been granted the life of the immortal and have succeeded in your mission, we hope that you will accept this invitation.
We await by your owl.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Chapter One: Moonlight Vigilante
Full moon, the clock strikes twelve, Harry Potter started to sing softly under the light blanket on top of him. On his right hand he was holding a small flashlight pointing at the direction of his window, watching…and waiting.
"Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me…" he whispered quietly, excitement filling his blood.
It had became a ritual to him, waiting for owls and among other flying birds to come through his window carrying a variety of parcels for him. On his birthday; his fifteenth birthday to be more specific.
He had expected this of course, its not everyday he gets birthday presents. Especially when now it's not the time to celebrate. Unconsciously rubbing his scar on his forehead, he squinted his eyes when he thought he saw something glowing flying.
Flying straight at him.
"What the…" He vehemently swore almost loudly but not before he covered his mouth and almost woke the Dursleys.
He supposed he shouldn't be surprise. After all, for the past four years his life has never been less than exciting.
First he finds out he's a wizard.
A famous wizard with a bloody talent at the famous wizarding sport Quidditch.
His first year in Hogwarts ended up being the most adventurous he had ever experience.
But followed that was his second year, which was as adventurous as the first.
And the third year, ironically finding out that the escaped mass murderer of Azkaban is actually his godfather.
And lastly his fourth year, chosen as a representative of Hogwarts to play in the Triwizard Tournament, and one of the first witnesses to see Voldemort to rise once again.
So what difference does it make if a golden phoenix suddenly appears in his bedroom on his fifteenth birthday?
"A whole lot," Harry muttered, as his bulging eyes never left the majestic phoenix while it entered his room and landed on the foot of his bed staring at him strangely.
Somewhere in his amazement, he heard Hedwig hooted ferociously. Seemingly angry to have such a presence disturbs her peace.
"Hello there…what do you have for me?" He quietly asks the phoenix.
Harry suddenly jumped back.
The phoenix, who was sitting quietly one moment suddenly reared, unfolded its wings and hovered easily about in his bedroom. Harry watched in amazement as the phoenix suddenly opens a scroll that he was holding. But the scroll was empty. No writing or printed letters was visible.
Suddenly the phoenix burst into flames and Harry watches dumbfounded as golden letters began to appear rapidly. His eyes widened even more when he realizes what the scroll began to say:
Welcome Harry Potter to the Moonlight Vigilante.
"What is the Moonlight Vigilante?" Harry frowned. He was not liking this at all.
His scar abruptly emitted a strange glow. Harry felt strangely serene, not noticing his scar glowing. The world before him…was intensely magnifying and somehow he could see…everything.
Listening for any movements from the Dursleys, he walked towards the phoenix.
It bowed to him.
*Touch the phoenix*
Harry jumps, startled. He looks around for the source of the voice.
*You can't see me so don't bother, just touch the phoenix*
Suspiciously, Harry took a step back, "And what if I don't?"
He could practically see the mysterious voice shrugging. *Your lost…But I HEAVILY advice you to touch it…It can help you REALLY*
"I dunno, I don't really trust voices that suddenly pops in my head. I think I had enough experience to realize that voices aren't really good people," Harry stated loudly.
The voice sounded amused, *Of course, good for you! But hell if you don't touch it the world will end…Now DO you want that to happen*
"Are you threatening me?" Harry managed a growl.
*No, I'm stating it as a fact. Honestly trust your instincts…do you really think I'm bad? I mean if Voldemort wants you to send you something he's not likely to send you using a phoenix right? *
Harry took a deep breath, the voice, whoever it was, sounded suspiciously a lot like a girl was right. He didn't feel that she or he or it was bad. He was just unsure.
"Fine," Harry mumbles. Slowly he reached his hand towards the phoenix.
*This might hurt a bit but…
Pain ignited in his head and he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. His vision blurred and for some reason he could see flying brooms around his head.
*Umm…ooops? *
"Shit! That hurts! What the hell was that?!" Harry screams. He heard Uncle Vernon grunt.
*Oh shit me…*
*Oh damn! Pluto!* *OH shit! My damn fu&()&%%^! Oh shit!* *What?! What?!* *Pluto fucking sends us to a fucking boys head!*Harry felt anger boil inside of him. Boy?!
*WHAT?!**Shit! Venus what are we gonna do?*
*Never mind what we are gonna do, when I get out of this I'm going to personally kill Setsuna! ARGHH! HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSE TO PROTECT KONEKO LIKE THIS?!*
*Nah…its okay…besides this is Harry Potter we are talking about…he is so cute! He looks like my old boyfriend…*
*Makoto, how can you think of boys at this time?*
*I…*
//Okay people inside my head SHUT UP! // Harry mentally screamed. Harry visibly shuddered as he felt eight of them winced. But took the time to gather his courage and demanded to know who they were.
//WHO the hell are you people? //
One of them – Harry felt – clears her throat.
*I, Harry Potter, is Mizuno Ami and I'm afraid that our time guardian Setsuna has made some erm…mistake… *
*Mistake?! It's a FUCKING CRISIS!*
*Rei, calm down. There's no point in going to hysterics when you can't do anything about it.*
*Okay GUYS! NOW IS THE TIME TO SHUT UP WHILE I EXPLAIN THINGS TO HARRY HERE!*
Harry flinches.
*Oww…geezes Ami didn't know you had it in you.*
*Ahem, as I was saying our friend Setsuna has made some grave mistake…I suppose I could start off with a millennium years ago…*
Harry wistfully looked at this other presents on his right. Hoping that he doesn't get any more surprises.
This was gonna be a long night.
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*giggles* I feel so sorry for Harry…But it's so much fun torturing him and now he's stuck with eight senshi. MWAHAHA. I feel evil.
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