Prolog
Harry Potter wasn't your average 15-year-old boy. He lived on number four privet drive with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin-From-Hell - Dudley. Harry's parents were destroyed by the evil sorcerer, Lord Voldermort, or, He-who-must-not-be-named. But Harry survived. And overcome him. In a matter of four years ago, it was Harry's first to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, he met his two friends' Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. But, that's a whole other story. Little did Harry know, that there would be a new student in Hogwarts. Two, in fact. Fun year, It'll be.
Chapter one - Chan Chan
The achievement of You-Know-Who's defeat was known all over the world. Even in the KitaShinagawa-Ku (Kee-tah-Shin-a-Ga-wa) Tapestries in Tokyo, Japan. It was like the Japanese version of Hogwarts, if you will. The students were separated into three classes, dependant on their ages. First through third years at Shinagawa-Ku were in the class of Grasshopper. Fourth and fifth years were Dragonflies and sixth and seventh years were White Tigers. One of the students in the Shinagawa-Ku Tapestries had a slight difference with the class names. Her name is Ryuji-Chan Dragonflye, with the extra 'e' at the end of her last name. Her parents were both pure-blood magic folk that kept a living by doing shows in the town theater. Chan attended Shinagawa-Ku and they all got along fine. School started on the first of August in Japan and Chan waited for her routine letter from school. And soon enough, It came attached to the little owl named Dimitrik. He was small and of a Tawny colour with green eyes and round black glasses. Dimitrik shot in, dodging floor lamps and curtains. Chan whizzed around and grabbed him in mid flight, patting his head.
"Calm yourself, Dim." She blinked, getting the letter. "Go.. Eat food. Or something." She grabbed the letter and began to read aloud. "Dear miss Dragonflye, Welcome to your fifth year at KitaShinagawa-Ku Tapestries. We hope tha- Blah.. Blah.. I got it. Come, learn, eat, whatever." She said, scanning down the list of requirements and chucking the letter afterwards. When the first of August arrived, Chan got her things ready, hopped on her broom and was off to meet her good friends, Lee and Chow. "Hey guys! Good summer?" Chan asked, waving frantically after a shaky landing. The two, who were hanging out near the fountain and talking about the latest anime, Blake world, noticed her and waltzed over. "Mine was alright. I sat on my butt and got fat!" Said Chow, smiling triumphantly. Chow, however, wasn't fat at all. He was a slim boy with dirty blond wavy hair that ended near about his ear with brown eyes. "Shut up! You got one of those Nimbus two-thousand brooms this summer!" Said Lee, the brains. "And you're not fat!" Added Chan, folding her arms. Chow wasn't 'spoiled' was Lee made him out to be. His parents worked with Chans, after all.
After all the introducing and lesson planning, they all decided to go to the common room and play a game of Diabolo. The others in the room were quite used to them playing, they did it frequently every year. Diabolo was a simple game - you had 2 sticks, a string attached and a Chinese yo-yo that looked like two sake cups plastered together from the ends. The object was to keep the Diabolo going, doing tricks and passing it around. Lee, Chow, and Chan were the school champions. "Ready?" Asked Chan, fiddling with the yo-yo. Chow and Lee nodded, stick and string ready, as Chan footed the Diabolo onto her string and the game began. Awhile into it, they were interrupted with a letter to Chow. It read:
"Chow love,
Hey! Mum! News for you! Tell chan! Going London for show! Live! Money! Gotta go! Foo!
-Parents"
Chows parents were Chinese magic folk. They didnt have the best english, but they were simple enough to understand. After reading the note, Chow looked up at Chan and Lee and quirked an eyebrow. "Well?" Asked Lee.
"..Chan and I are moving to London, Lee." Chow Replied.
Harry Potter wasn't your average 15-year-old boy. He lived on number four privet drive with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin-From-Hell - Dudley. Harry's parents were destroyed by the evil sorcerer, Lord Voldermort, or, He-who-must-not-be-named. But Harry survived. And overcome him. In a matter of four years ago, it was Harry's first to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, he met his two friends' Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. But, that's a whole other story. Little did Harry know, that there would be a new student in Hogwarts. Two, in fact. Fun year, It'll be.
Chapter one - Chan Chan
The achievement of You-Know-Who's defeat was known all over the world. Even in the KitaShinagawa-Ku (Kee-tah-Shin-a-Ga-wa) Tapestries in Tokyo, Japan. It was like the Japanese version of Hogwarts, if you will. The students were separated into three classes, dependant on their ages. First through third years at Shinagawa-Ku were in the class of Grasshopper. Fourth and fifth years were Dragonflies and sixth and seventh years were White Tigers. One of the students in the Shinagawa-Ku Tapestries had a slight difference with the class names. Her name is Ryuji-Chan Dragonflye, with the extra 'e' at the end of her last name. Her parents were both pure-blood magic folk that kept a living by doing shows in the town theater. Chan attended Shinagawa-Ku and they all got along fine. School started on the first of August in Japan and Chan waited for her routine letter from school. And soon enough, It came attached to the little owl named Dimitrik. He was small and of a Tawny colour with green eyes and round black glasses. Dimitrik shot in, dodging floor lamps and curtains. Chan whizzed around and grabbed him in mid flight, patting his head.
"Calm yourself, Dim." She blinked, getting the letter. "Go.. Eat food. Or something." She grabbed the letter and began to read aloud. "Dear miss Dragonflye, Welcome to your fifth year at KitaShinagawa-Ku Tapestries. We hope tha- Blah.. Blah.. I got it. Come, learn, eat, whatever." She said, scanning down the list of requirements and chucking the letter afterwards. When the first of August arrived, Chan got her things ready, hopped on her broom and was off to meet her good friends, Lee and Chow. "Hey guys! Good summer?" Chan asked, waving frantically after a shaky landing. The two, who were hanging out near the fountain and talking about the latest anime, Blake world, noticed her and waltzed over. "Mine was alright. I sat on my butt and got fat!" Said Chow, smiling triumphantly. Chow, however, wasn't fat at all. He was a slim boy with dirty blond wavy hair that ended near about his ear with brown eyes. "Shut up! You got one of those Nimbus two-thousand brooms this summer!" Said Lee, the brains. "And you're not fat!" Added Chan, folding her arms. Chow wasn't 'spoiled' was Lee made him out to be. His parents worked with Chans, after all.
After all the introducing and lesson planning, they all decided to go to the common room and play a game of Diabolo. The others in the room were quite used to them playing, they did it frequently every year. Diabolo was a simple game - you had 2 sticks, a string attached and a Chinese yo-yo that looked like two sake cups plastered together from the ends. The object was to keep the Diabolo going, doing tricks and passing it around. Lee, Chow, and Chan were the school champions. "Ready?" Asked Chan, fiddling with the yo-yo. Chow and Lee nodded, stick and string ready, as Chan footed the Diabolo onto her string and the game began. Awhile into it, they were interrupted with a letter to Chow. It read:
"Chow love,
Hey! Mum! News for you! Tell chan! Going London for show! Live! Money! Gotta go! Foo!
-Parents"
Chows parents were Chinese magic folk. They didnt have the best english, but they were simple enough to understand. After reading the note, Chow looked up at Chan and Lee and quirked an eyebrow. "Well?" Asked Lee.
"..Chan and I are moving to London, Lee." Chow Replied.