Disclaimer: …..this is called fanfiction, fiction written by a FAN, do you get the point or not? I own nothing more than copies of some books and other stuff that does not include an anime/manga, book that people pay for to get.

Title: Just Coincidental (lack of better title...)

Genre: Uh General for now, as I can't really decide

Note: This is officially AU now, cuz I probably messed up the geography of Britain, never been there, probably never will. This was already AUish from the start.

Summary: After a coincidental meeting, Sakura is dragged into a chain of events that she was expecting. A different look on HPCCS crossovers.

(A/N: Hope this story isn't that bad, enjoy)

The streets of London were just as busy as they always seemed, but Sakura had a very peculiar feeling that there was something strange afoot. She wrapped the pink knitted scarf around her tightly before continuing the down the street.

A beeping sound brought her attention to her wrist. '5:50' it read. She was running a little late. Quickening her pace, she made it swiftly across the road, when a bicycler narrowly missed riding into her moments later.

"Well that was polite….." she mumbled softly, shifting the plastic bag in her hand. Tucking a lock of auburn brown hair behind her ear, she frowned at the can of tomato soup that had escaped from her bag and was proceeding to roll down the alleyway.

'Silly uneven streets' she thought. The can continued to roll, sometimes bouncing upwards from the pavement. Hurrying along, she watched as the can stopped in front of a pair of small feet.

She looked up.

A child with messy black (at least she thought it was black) hair stood before her. The baggy clothes, no doubt they were hand-me-downs, hung oversized and unkempt on the child's thin structure. Glistening wet tears rolled down mud caked cheeks from emerald green eyes framed by large round glasses. A frightened look graced his face.

Sakura picked up the can and placed it back in the shopping bag.

"Are you lost little boy?" she asked, rather thickly accented. The child, she believed it was a boy, sniffed and wiped the snot and tears from his face with his long sleeve.

"Y-yes, miss," he said.

Sakura smiled gently, crouching in front of the child.

"What's your name?"

The boy considered this for a moment, unsure if it was a wise idea. Sakura waited, patiently, no need to rush the poor child.

After a long moment of silence, he replied in a small voice, "Harry."

"Well then, Harry, do you know where you live?"

Harry shook his head.

"Then, can you tell me who your parents are?"

"I-I gots no parents, miss, I live with my uncle and aunt and cousin. My parents were in an 'acksident' they told me."

Sakura frowned. Poor child….losing his parents at such a young age.

"Well, what are the names of your uncle and aunt?"

"Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia."

Sakura thought a bit. She couldn't really find his relatives by first names alone.

"Do you know their last names?"

The boy went silent for a while, but shook his head.

"Do you remember where they last were when you were separated from them?"

Harry thought for a while and replied, "They were getting something at this store, and then we were to go to the clothing store to get stuff for my cousin."

"So, can you remember what the store was called?" she asked.

"No I don't, miss."

Sakura rubbed her forehead and tried to figure out what to do.

"…however I remembered that there were a lot of strange looking things in the shop window, they were made of wood I think...they look a little old too 'cause they didn't look very new to me.'

'Hmm, perhaps it was an antique shop?' Harry continued speaking.

"I'm not very sure, my aunt told me to stay outside. Uncle says that he doesn't want to pay for anything that I break, my cousin and thems don't like me much, so I stood by the door and a big tall man walked into me and I gots lost in a lot of peoples..when I got out, the shop wasn't there, and I walked and walked and got here."

'How cruel! Leaving a child outside by himself.'

"Harry, how old are you?"

Harry held up his hand, counting four fingers.

"This much."

Sakura sighed deeply. This was going to be troublesome. Something in her pocket was vibrating. She stood up and shuffled through her pocket for the pink cell phone her best friend had bought her. A hand tugged on her long skirt.

"Are you going to leave me here, miss?"

Sakura looked shocked.

"Of course not! Why would you think that?" she asked, astonished.

"Because my aunt and uncle says that I'm a 'bother' and that I should be more 'graytiful' for what they dones for me."

"Don't worry, I won't leave you here." Harry smiled a bit, reassured.

Suddenly, she remembered that her phone was still vibrating and finally pulled it out. Flicking the pink device open, she held it to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked meekly. A loud response came out of the ear piece.

"SAKURA! Where are you! I was so worried when you didn't pick up!" a worried voice of a female resounded, in a different language.

"I'm ok, I got a little detoured and found a lost kid in an alleyway, poor little guy, he seems to have been separated from his relatives who, from what I've deduced, are rather cruel people, I mean, really, who leaves a four year old kid outside all alone," Sakura easily switched languages and spoke rather quickly.

"What! How could anyone do such a thing? What's the poor kid's name?"

"He says he's called Harry."

"Well, I suggest you bring Harry back to the manor tonight, we can contact the authorities tomorrow, but what about you? I got back and Eriol told me that you haven't returned yet, and I had to go get something I forgot to purchase…"

"I'm fine, Tomoyo."

"Well I'll see you, and Harry"

"I'll see you."

Harry thought it was really odd; why would a complete stranger help him anyways? And what was that funny language she was speaking? She seems nice, but can he really trust her?

Harry looked up at the lady, as her shoulder length auburn brown hair shone slightly in the late afternoon light of the sun. She was speaking into a pink thing; it was a cell phone wasn't it? He thought it was something like that. He patiently waited for her to finish her conversation.

"….Daijoubu, Tomoyo-chan…….Jya ne." With that, the lady flipped her phone shut and slipped it into her pocket.

"Well, Harry, it looks like you're coming to our manor tonight. We'll contact the authorities tomorrow to try and find your home, ok?"

Harry nodded, he didn't know what these 'afouritys' were but it sounded like they could help him. He grabbed hold of the lady's hand as they walked out of the alleyway.

"Oh, and Harry."

He turned to look at her.

"Don't call me miss, my name's Sakura Kinomoto," she smiled warmly at him as they walked, the setting sun turning the streets and sky orange with it's glow.

Of course, this leads to the question of what she would be doing in London in the first place. It's not quite that long but settle down, if you fancy a tale.

"…..and so it would be a pleasure if you would come stay at our manor for the summer."

Sakura was definitely surprised for sure. Just moments ago, she had received a phone call from a friend from England. It was a very polite and friendly conversation and somehow ended up with an invitation to someone's home halfway across the world practically! Eriol was quite a surprise sometimes, if not always. She may not have seen him for five years but he definitely has not changed.

"So, Sakura-san, will you consider my offer? I've invited Tomoyo-san as well."

"Oh, you have?"

"Yes, she agreed almost immediately but is still reluctant because she was hoping to spend the summer with you."

"I'd love to go, Eriol-kun, but I have to ask Father for permission and the plane fee…."

"The ride will be taken care of, Tomoyo-san has kindly offered to fly you there, her mother's decision to take a private plane, of course."

Tomoyo's mother is the owner of a toy company and has some contacts overseas which she meets sometimes to discuss marketing, one of those places happened to be England.

"Wow really? I'll have to thank Tomoyo-chan for the offer."

"Squee! Is it Sakura-chan?" a voice squealed from the other end.

"Yes, Nakuru, I'll be waiting for your reply which I hope is soon."

"Let me talk to Sakura-chan!"

"No Nakuru, it's already very late there, Sakura-san needs her sleep."

Sakura giggled at their antics.

"Anyways, Good Night to you."

"Good Night."

She could faintly hear the yell of a Good Night from Nakuru as well as she lowered the phone from her ear.

"Absolutely not!"

"I'm not asking you, brother! I'm asking Father!"

"You're still not going."

"That's not for you to decide!"

Touya Kinomoto did not like the idea of his little sister going overseas for three months. Even if her best friend would be going with her too. He was very protective; he would never admit it though, over his little sister.

"You're- Not- Going! Tell her she's not going, Dad!"

Fujitaka Kinomoto sat idly on the couch, thoughtfully.

"Alright, you can go."

"WHAT?"

"Just as long as you phone when you arrive and find out the returning date."

Sakura gave her father a hug and went off to use the phone. Fujitaka was a very understanding person; he took the fact that Sakura can utilize magic quite well. However he simply can't understand the fact of how his son always denies Sakura any trips unless he found it necessary. Even through all the arguments, he sat smiling at his son who was mumbling, probably very rude things, as he stalked off to his room. Yes, Fujitaka loved his family very much.

"Wow, it looks kinda different here!" Sakura exclaimed. This particular airport was quite different, as it was smaller and less frequently used.

Tomoyo smiled at Sakura's exclamations of amazement and kindly instructed the flight attendant about the luggage management.

The plane ride was rather impressive and fun, definitely eventful as well. Of course having a small plane reserved just for you was pretty impressive already. The flight attendant was very polite and friendly, getting them whatever they needed. The eventful parts were a bit longer.

There's this thing called Turbulence, it's when the plane shakes from strong wind currents, and needless to say, turbulence they received. A splash of ice cold water was just another way to wake up after all.

"Oh look, I think they're here." A sleek black car (not in the mood for a limo and I don't know any other models of cars.) had driven up to them. The tinted window of the passenger seat rolled down.

"Eriol-kun!"

"It's nice to see you again, Sakura-san, and you too, Tomoyo-san, but please, we can discuss after we load your luggage on."

After the bags and cases were packed neatly in the back, the two girls climbed on into the back seats, greeted by a familiar black furred creature. The handbag busted open and another just like it, stretched its short limbs whilst hovering in the air.

"Suppi-chan!"

"I am not Suppi-chan…."

Sakura reached over and buckled her seat, trying to shush her small companion.

"Kero-chan! Sit still!"

"Mind that you buckle up and hold on tight; Nakuru's driving," Eriol said, nodding towards the driver's seat; a girl with long brown hair in two braids, fixed her black beret, and gave a thumbs up to her passengers.

"Next stop, Reed Manor!"

The car started steadily and rolled down the road, accelerating at a rather alarming speed.

"Here comes the town!" Indeed it did, just in the distance, the edge of a city was seen. Buildings here and there, some small, some large, and some just very tall. Driving through the streets, they got onto the highway; cars driving pass them on the other lane.

"Is it just me, or are we getting faster?" Kero asked, as the scenery out the window was passing by quickly.

"This is one reason why we shouldn't let Nakuru drive."

"Aw, Suppi-chan, I'm a wonderful driver!"

"If we want to get killed…." He mumbled. They exited the highway and onto the streets again, narrowly missing some turning cars and frightening a few pedestrians. Nakuru squealing happily was not a good sign.

"So, Sakura-san, has anything peculiar happened lately?" Eriol asked, over the yells of excitement from the driver.

"No, no much at all, actually," Sakura answered, squeaking a bit when the car jumped up for a second. She held on to Kero more tightly.

"And how are you, Tomoyo-san?"

"I'm fine, thank you." A smile was exchanged.

"Nakuru, slow down, we don't want to hit any loading trucks again."

"But driving fast is so much fun!"

The ride basically went like that the whole way, but never the less, they arrived at a stately large house somewhere in the streets of London moments later. (Pardon me if that's geographically incorrect….I've never been to London….)

"It would've taken us much much longer if we drove like everyone else," commented Nakuru.

"Wow, your 'house' is very….um……big," Sakura commented.

"Oh this isn't very big, the original manor is much larger in size, but this one is more convenient," Eriol smiled.

"And this is the library...many of the books were transferred from the original manor but not nearly all."

The grand tour of house had taken quite a while. They looked through the impressive garden, the many guest rooms, the main hall, the bathrooms, kitchen, dining room, and everywhere else. They settled down in the main living room in front of the put-out fireplace in big comfy armchairs.

"Now to the business at hand; I've asked that you come over here so that we can continue your studies in magic."

"Continue?" Sakura was puzzled, she had captured and turned all her cards, she needn't think there was more to do.

"Precisely, your knowledge on Clow's magic is not quite complete, especially in the area of western magic, which is why I've taken the opportunity to ask for the assistance of a school of magic to help your studies.

To Be Continued

A/N: Well that's it for now, I've already starting working on the third chapter but I'm not sure if people are willing to read the story. The idea just came out of nowhere one evening. Please tell what you think of this.

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